wicka wicka.

sometimes i have photoshoots with myself 

during my two-hour history of theatre class 

and see how long i can last

without getting a stink eye from my professor.

so far, i'm winning.

so let it be written, so let it be done.

why yes,

 i am quoting the ten commandments

and here's why.

gap listened!!

they must have heard about some crazy girl
who absolutely HATED their new logo and decided to go back to blue.

in honor of this change, i have selected a video
that represents how i feel about my newfound fame/power.

five dollars please.

remember when my baby brother had an ice pack face?

remember how i bet you 5 dollahs madre would call?

well, she did.

the conversation went as follows:

mother:  20

daughter:  what?

mother:  20 dollars! 

daugher:  hahahaha

mother:  how could you put those pictures on the internet?! and with names and everything!  brissa, people can see that!

daughter:  mami, it's okaay.  don't worry.  james called me, is he okay?

mother:  oh, he's not happy about those pictures.

daugther:  well, sucks to be him.

mother:  i can't believe you put those pictures up...but my boy is so handsome, isn't he?

daughter:  haha, mom, he's drugged!

mother:  i know, but still.

**disclaimer:  i do not under any circumstances call my mami 'mother' this was purely for script purposes.**

pay up kid{s}, momma's gotsta pay the bills.

in case you didn't catch that:

you = kid = out five bones

me = momma = a billion bones richer
{because i have that many readers...hahaha}