Who needs golden tickets anyways?

The other day while walking home from school I heard a little boy in my neighborhood say, and I quote,

“The first thing I am gonna do when I grow old is buy a golden toilet that plays moon river when I shit in it”

For your visual pleasure I have posted a picture of what I imagine his toilet to look at, the lyrics to moon river, and the house that I hope he one day lives in.

“Moon River, wider than a mile, I’m crossing you in style some day. Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker, wherever you’re going I’m going your way. Two drifters off to see the world. There’s such a lot of world to see. We’re after the same rainbow’s end— waiting ‘round the bend, my huckleberry friend, Moon River and me.”

I don’t know about you, but there are a view things I find wrong with this.

1) I do not like when children talk about pooping, let alone shitting

2) Who does this kid want to be? King Midas?

3) So he apparently really enjoys Breakfast at Tiffany’s if he wants to hear Moon River every time he shits. Weird.

4) That house is just disturbing. (I realize that I added that in on my own accord, but that’s besides the point).

bland day

Currently enjoying:

and having StefGard back in town of course!

Currently anticipating:

africans &dogs

It's probably better that I update this at the end of the day. I have two funny things to share:

1. Yesterday a random girl at Barnes&Noble vents about her mother doesn't let her wear makeup or perfurme or leave the house. OH! And get this, she is 13 years old and "dating" some 33 year old man she met on an online game site. Ok but I digress. The point of me writing this is that she told me I looked like an African Queen. And that not very many African Americans actually look African anymore. Which I thought was weird. But I guess I can kind of see the resemblance.

You see it too, right? That sly cunning look I have, the beautiful headdress, the jewlrey. Man, I'm a diva.

2. I love my dog at lot. But it really bothers me when I have to give him a bath. Cause he looks like a rat, &I just wonder how he came to be in my possession.

Look what I found!

So the other day while congregating at Cupz and Crepes with some of the best people ever, I was informed that two people had hidden blogs. Well, I guess they weren't really hidden since the links are on facebook...but they were hidden to me.

(please go get a nutella &strawberry crepe from this place...you will not regret it)

In honor of this new discovery, I decided to make my very own blog!
And, could you imagine, I already had one made! Thank heavens because registering for sites is just not my cup of tea. Apparently Taryn is July wanted to go on a blogging expedition and didn't even make it to one post.

I don't have much to say right now. Well, my mom just found a baby scorpion next to my dog's food bowl. I'm glad my bro bought me some fuzzy green slippers for Christmas so I don't have to step on one with my bare feet. Come to think of it, I'm probably the one that stepped on it and killed it.

I also just broke my mom's wedding glass. Not me exactly...but it must of been my spirit or something. Because, no joke, as I was using the glass to fill Taz's water bowl I imagined myself dropping it. Then I put it on the counter and five minutes later it fell off!
Oh the power of the mind!!! It was sad cause her name was one it. It's like I destroyed part of my mom, ya know?

You know, I always wanted to be like Maltida. But if I can't control these powers than the supernatural can have them back!