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I WON'T accept 13 yr old kids from Louisiana, Texas, New Hampshire, or any other shit hole. I'll never see you and what makes you think I care about you or your "massive" SB collection?

I WON'T accept bands or music people that think they're the next up and coming artist. I don't care about your music. It all sounds the same and I don't support. I download everything. If I wanted you, I'd add you myself.

I WON'T accept sneaker groups. All of you "Fresh/Sole/Kickz/Dyme/SnkrHead people do not mean anything to me. Fuck you and your five person team of Sidekick assholes. I don't care how cool you think you are in your Dino Jrs and H&M purple striped sweater.

I WON'T accept people who just want to ask me where I get my sneakers and fitteds from. I'm not here to help you. I am just blessed with having wonderful friends who help me out the same way I help them out. That's it.

I WON'T accept you because you shop at my store. I don't care that you just left Goliath, joined the email list and found our Myspace from our business card. I don't care that you just picked up the newest Ten Deep shirt to go with your Aquas and Supreme Hat that you'll put on outside the store to march around Lafayette and take new pics with your SideKick LX to put on your Myspace about how "I GET PHRESH" with one leg up against a grafitti wall looking to the side, because your so deep. Because standing in a circle, talking to eachother on your SK 3 at Wendy's, wearing your girlfriend's jeans, ordering a Baked Potatoe, only because your XL gut stretches out that size Medium Stussy shirt IS the hightlight of the day. And your squatty 4'3'' girlfriend with the same pink H&M &Denim jeans and same retro size 3 Uptempos/Shaqnosis/La Gear/Fila and same D&G glasses and SAME mole piercing just slept outside of Supreme for 3 Weeks to get you the New SUPREME Toothbrush.

=X Cold Bloo-ooded

Oh,you don't those things?

His name is Lloyd and he's magical.
He makes me happy. [He really does.]

And that's alot to say for a person like me.

But he SURE does make me mad.
Like pissed off; about to rip out a kitchen sink mad.
But that's what makes it better.
Because a person who could really bring that much emotion out of you sure must be a keeper.

He's the feen of all feens. Seriously.
The only other person I know with more feen than me.
And the only person I know who can handle me.

He eats like he's never eatin' before and makes me feel skinny.

Plus he's hot.
And I love his big o' lips.
Despite what all you say.

And after all the bitches I had to beat off of him,
He really must be THAT nigga.

Six years. Can you believe it?

And we have a baby together.
She's 2 yrs old.
And her name is Rock Lee! =]