1)WHY DO PEOPLE KNOW WAKA AND GUCCI, BUT I MENTION BLU, OR LITTLE BROTHER AND THEY LOOK CONFUSED AS IF I'M SPEAKING A DIFFERENT LANGUAGE? WHAT PART OF THE GAME IS THAT?
2) WHY DO I NEED A DEGREE IN A FIELD WHERE IT'S ALL ABOUT WHO YOU KNOW AND NOT WHAT YOU KNOW...
3) WHY DO WOMEN COME INTO THE SHOP WITH THE SAME POLISH I PUT ON TWO MONTHS AGO WHEN THEY'RE GETTIN A PEDICURE (THAT'S NOT OKAY LADIES)
4) WHY DO ALL MY FRIENDS ASK ME FOR MONEY? I'M JUST AS BROKE AS YOU BITCHES ARE!
5) WHY ARE THE BULK OF MY BEST FRIENDS SO FAR AWAY? (I MISS Y'ALL)
6) WHY DO PEOPLE STILL COME IN HERE ASKIN IF WE HAVE A PUBLIC RESTROOM (I SPENT A GOOD CHUNK OF MY HALF HOUR AND RUINED A FEW FINE-TIPPED SHARPIES TO MAKE THAT PRETTY SIGN YOU IGNORE!)
About Me
- ♥ MS. K ♥
- My name is Kyra (K+EYERAH) NOT (K+IRAH)...I'd like to think of myself as quick and witty, but sometimes my quick is hella slow and my witty comes off as sarcasm, so fuck it all... my extensive vernacular is both filled with Polysyllabic locution, and aggaintastic niggashyt...yes i can find more adequate words to replace profanity, and i can type without the millions of elipses...but i'd rather not...
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