tête dans les nuages

I tried and I couldn’t even remember your face anymore.

All my friends are dead and all I have left is my art. All I understand is hair. Fuck everybody.

Note to self: checking out the black chicks dancing, best friends wit the enemy. Already know..

My passion is my husband. I am married to you. My art. My pride. My JOY. I am a stylist. I am an artist. Ain’t no body taking that away. No one. I got this. 2012 ain’t been ready.

The word after over this day. By this day I mean the last year. January included.

Happy new year bottle to myself. Fuck you 2011. Hello 2012. Year of the dragon. We gotta be good. We just gotta.

If yu owe me 10 dollars you ain’t givin me 9.

You can’t tell a chick with daddy issues you love her.