Why are boys such jags? I ask you.

No, seriously, I'm asking.

What makes them step up to the plate and then be like, oh wait. I know you're gonna pitch me a soft one, and all I have to do is connect with the ball, but you know, I think I'm just gonna uh, wait for you to walk me or something. I don't feel like swinging. I know I'm actually at the frickin' plate but, I changed my mind. Or something.

Because heaven forbid you swing the fucking bat.

Okay. I'm listening to rap, and I actually like it.

I'm really obsessed with my web cam. Really, it's not healthy. 
And yes, I do braid my hair every Saturday and yes, I am wearing overalls. Look - I can't be a fashionista everyday. Sometimes a girl's just gotta be comfortable. 

Every time MeMe sees me wearing them, she just rolls her eyes and mutters something about when she had to wear overalls because she worked a farm, and what was I doing with them on blahblahyou'veneverworkedadayinyourlifeblah.

Montego doesn't like the camera much. I had to go all guerilla on her this morning to get those shots.

She's all - I refuse to be photographed under these conditions.

I'm all - Look at the camera bitch!

But I love her. She loves me. Even if she does love Mo more.

See, she doesn't even know she's in the shot.

Can you tell now why ALL my blinds are ruined? Always with her face in the window.

Enough of my face. I'm oot.