Sunday, November 7, 2010
Dear Lil' Wayne:
I am not quite sure how I feel about your release, I guess because upon the conditions of your release. If anyone thinks that your lips will not touch a glass or a freshly-rolled joint, then they are as naive as a child who thinks Santa Claus truly exists.
Not only do I think this is a set-up, but it's definitely one destined for failure.
Let's just look at the picture above. You are certainly sipping on some Hennessey.
SMH...let the games begin.
Black Daria ;/
Dear Bow Wow:
Congratulations. Your tweets have officially made me more depressed than I get watching the many anti-depressant commercials I watch on a daily basis. I'm trying to figure out something:
1. If you want to go to school, why can't you just go? Could have sworn I read an interview where you said you wanted to Harvard someday...so...what's the issue? You certainly have enough money to pay for the application.
2. Why haven't you gotten a therapist yet? You can afford that too.
3. What are you hoping to achieve by telling your followers on Twitter that you hate yourself?
I honestly just don't really understand. As a person who's had "regular jobs" trust me, it's less than desirable. Although I understand your problems, I just can't muster up enough strength to be sympathetic to your problems or issues. You've officially pissed me off.
Man up, this is bitchy looking, and just a very "drama queen" move. Even I don't have my worst days documented on Facebook or Twitter for a reason.
Sometimes, it's just too much information.
Black Daria ;/