certified gangtas

#11. I'm not giving up my last name. I hope my husband understands.

they say you can't choose your family, and i'm glad because i doubt i would've had the foresight and good judgment to make such an excellent decision. JC really hooked me up. ive got a good, loving, supportive, psychotic bunch, and for them I'm eternally grateful.

i want to be a better big sister.

i'm pretty straight laced. my parents instilled the fear of God and them at quite a young age so any bad crap I did, I learned to hide pretty well. plus, in the grand scheme of things, it prob wasn't that bad. besides, every kid finds her way to the liquor cabinet eventually. i'd like to think that since my sibs didn't see me doing bad things, it lessened the likelihood that they'd end up doing hoodrat shit with their friends. and you know what, they haven't turned out too bad at all, quite great actually. i guess they really don't need me.

but, if you decide that you do:

Stacey- repeat "3, 2, 1, 1, 2, 3, what the hell is bothering me?" before you swing.

Shonette- Dean's list is attainable. skip a party if you have to. it's easier to stay out of the hole than dig yourself out of one (twss? no homo?).

Shawn- you're never too old or tall to get your ass whooped in tennis. respect my authoritah!


and if anyone tries to fuck wit yall, load the theme music and we'll ride on 'em
we don't appeal to the law
you know we ride this motherfucker til the wheels'll fall off
the first bastard get fly
you know *breh* *breh* *breh* was my reply



actually, just promise me you'll stay in school.