it's 6:13am on a Sunday. why am I awake at this time in the morning? don't know. in a drunken rant to the bathroom, something drove me to get up and work. I've been hard at work, getting offers to be a stylist for a photo shoot, to represent for BC, to work on a campaign, and so much more. and as fortunate as it may sound, I've found myself running weary of trying to do everyyyything. recently, I fell asleep at a party. lol (but that wasn't due to my busy schedule. hahah) when I'm not at a meeting, in class, doing homework, or showing my face where it's needed, I'm sleeping. I kinda wish I were asleep now, though :] and while all of this is going on, my phone breaks. what a life.
I've been writing. I've been drawing. I can blame it on the fact that I want to be a Renaissance Man. as soon as I'm known for dressing well, I'll tell you I can draw better than I can dress. and as soon as I'm known for drawing, I want folks to know I can write better than draw. and when people know I can write, I'll whip out my figurative penis and show them how big it is.
but at the end of the day, I'm human. and practice makes perfect & there is no perfect. so I don't practice.
-Stuck.
2 comments:
niceee, love but you should get some rest.
this is why i fcks with you stuckeyyy,
you the best mama =]
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