Well… where to start from… thanks for reading my blog. I didn’t think that anybody would be remotely interested in any crazy shit I got to say. (mind my language pls, I’m a little on the raw side). Speaking bout raw, I remember writing about “sex’ being one of my favorite hobbies. Well, its not as much about the action as it is about the idea of sex. You don’t really understand that right? Well neither do i.
Moving on, my crazy imagination… aah, my very crazy imagination. I really do love to make up these weird arse scenarios… like this day, I kept on imagining what sex with Johnny Depp might be like. Sexy, yes… but I just could not get past the thought that he might not know how to give a good head… a girl has got to get a good head every now and then.
Something else about me… music! I love my music. Coldplay, The Fray, The All American Rejects, Jay-Z, Kanye West, Lil Kim, B.I.G. the list goes on and on…. My boyfriend says I’m a ‘racist’. Why? cos I don’t so much patronize the Nigerian entertainment scene… WTF! I abso-fucking-lutely love Naeto C, Asa, Tiwa Savage, Don Baba J and Mode 9. Isn’t that good enough? Me just tire o! Must I like the likes of Timaya, Terry G, Wizkid n co before I’m certified as a patriotic Nigerian? I’m registered to vote o…. that’s good enough.
Anyway, I’m an upcoming artiste and I hope to use the ‘del
Good! Now back to the things that make me who I am; an awesome loveable sicko. i, like so many other girls, when it comes to the opposite sex, look for great qualities. First I notice his eyes(sultry would do), his hairdo(none of that lame arse Mohawk shit), his dressing( cedarwoods states and paul smiths would do just fine), and of course, the words that come out of his most certainly sexy lips. And I, like most girls like to deceive myself that these are the things we notice first in a guy. Truth is I’d most likely check out his ‘package’ first, also, like most girls. Yea… that’s a FACT!
On the exterior, I’m all tough and brute(not in the pitbull kinda way). I choose not to be sentimental in just about everything I do. Its fun when I hear guys say things like; “mehn… she too hard, she go jus dey bounce, she tough o, no fuck with dah chick o, she nor jus dey fear anything”. And then the chicks go, “ yea, she think she all dah, she think she better than the rest of us, she think she’s jus too good for us, she’s such a bitch”. Truth is, I spend more time listening to sad songs, watching high school movies and romantic comedies( I like to imagine that all can be well even when it doesn’t seem so). I also wish more than anything in the world that I wasn’t an introverted introvert.
“my lack of words is merely an expression of my shy and fragile interior”
I am who I am.
You’re probably wondering what the hell all these has got to do with you… truth is; e nor jus concern u at all…. But its fun to read! ;)
