Friday, December 28, 2007
:::Ace coon boon, Home Skillet, Ridah Die Bitxh:::
♥ ♥
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
So this is my "Hood" (partially...tell yallz about St.thomas soon)
CC Zoo aka Carol City bka Mi-Yayo
Ancestries: West Indian (9.8%), United States (4.8%), Subsaharan African (1.0%).
Races in Carol City:
Black (52.1%)
Hispanic (42.0%)
White Non-Hispanic (6.4%)
Other race (5.5%)
Two or more races (3.5%)
Elevation: 8 feet
Land area: 7.62 square miles.
Population density: 7796 people per square mile
For population 25 years and over in Carol City
High school or higher: 61.0%
Bachelor's degree or higher: 9.7%
Graduate or professional degree: 3.7%
Unemployed: 11.1%
Mean travel time to work: 31.7 minutes
For population 15 years and over in Carol City
Never married: 33.2%
Now married: 47.3%
Separated: 3.7%
Widowed: 4.9%
Divorced: 10.9%
Males: 28,570
(48.1%)
Females: 30,873
(51.9%)
Median resident age:
32.0 years
Florida median age:
38.7 years
The happiest song by a emo.....
By Duncan Sheik
I know what you’re doing, I see it all to clear I only taste the saline when I kiss away your tears You really had me going, wishing on a star But the black holes that surround you are heavier by far I believed in your confusion, you were so completely torn Well it must have been that yesterday was the day that I was born There’s not much to examine, there’s nothing left to hide You really can’t be serious if you have to ask me why
I say good-bye...
‘Cause I am barely breathing And I can’t find the air I don’t know who I’m kidding Imagining you care And I could stand here waiting A fool for another day But I don’t suppose it’s worth the price, worth the price The price that I would pay
Everyone keeps asking, what’s it all about? I used to be so certain and I can’t figure out What is this attraction? I only feel the pain There’s nothing left to reason and only you to blame Will it ever change?
‘Cause I am barely breathing And I can’t find the air I don’t know who I’m kidding Imagining you care And I could stand here waiting A fool for another day But I don’t suppose it’s worth the price, worth the price The price that I would pay But I’m thinking it over anyway...
I’ve come to find I may never know Your changing mind Is it friend or foe?
I rise above Or sink below With every time You come and go Please don’t come and go
‘Cause I am barely breathing And I can’t find the air I don’t know who I’m kidding Imagining you care And I could stand here waiting A fool for another day But I don’t suppose it’s worth the price, worth the price The price that I would pay But I’m thinking it over anyway.
Sweetest girl is only human.....cant be perfect all the time
Never Ending
So now that we all know the truth......sigh.......
Later Daze
Sunday, December 23, 2007
NewYork, NewYork.
Not again
Fuxk Love, aye.
Larer Daze
o so random...but so What!
People always say that they hate broke boujee bitxhes……
But why we don’t hate these broke boujee niggas?
Later Daze
ugh!
Niggas always talking about bitxhes aint shyt and that they treat them lyke shyt because that’s what they are. But what the real reason behind that? Is it because they aren’t anything themselves? Maybe there’re scared a bitxh might fall in love with em and they only have themselves to offer….. thanslation: shyt! Some niggas know what they be doing….. “Mannnnn fuxk that nigga!” as my nigga Des would say after I finish telling her how much I love that nigga E. Even after such lovely advice I still have Nigga-Ty-Tice. Ugh! When will the madness end…..
Later Daze