The soul of a man
its a shame
well now i know that I've been basically writing on
three subjects: this girl in my life, we'll call her "C",
school and geting priorities str8, and my aspirations as a
young black man.
don't be mad at me but I'm getting ready to be a dog. or
what some people call a pig or even a ho. why? because
since me and "c" do't get to see each other alot, I'm going
to move on to this other girl that I've been eyeing in
calss lately. Now so far as i know, this chick is bizzad.
for instance, I'm figuring that she likes me because of one
thing that happened after class. you see I'm kind of the
teacher's pet in the class, Journalism comes really easy to
me, so anyway after class she compliments me on my voice,
then asks me to hep her with her voice. she has the
sweetest little voice and i'm sure she could change it, but
she was sounding sooooo freakin sweet taht day. anyway I
tried to help but I just kept getting distracted by the
voice.it just made chemicals in my mind combine and explode
and melt in my shoes. i know my smile was huge. it was
wild. but anyways yes I'm going to start ot hola at this
one other chick untilthis other girl gets her mind right.
IF YOU ARE READING THIS FAR, TELL ME IF THIS IS CUTE
(REMEMBER I'M IN COLLEGE...send her a note saying, or
will you go out with me? (to a movie?)
ok ..cool now i have a plan...
aight yall one.