Update, biotch!
I'll stand up in front of the world and proudly proclaim,
"I, Melissa A., am a camera whore! I take pictures of whatever and whomever I can.
But before, I show the pictures (You bastard, don't click on the thingy until you've read this!):
commiecomeons and I are getting married. Everyone is invited.
That is all.
I had my headwrap thingy on. Christie said I looked African. Whatever that means.
One of my favorite pictures yet. I can't really tell you why. But why should I? Fuck you.
Quentin's roomate's band's drums. Did that make sense? The boys that live in the house (Quentin and Quan) are all about music. Yay!
A very subtle picture. I like it. It makes me feel warm and love DJ'ing.
The Blueprint. *ahem*
Quentin and I were listening to Jay's The Black Album....on vinyl. *sighs*
Um. My eyes. I'm so artistic.
A guitar. I want that shit!
Two of my homeslices here at La Village.
More evidence of Hova.
So. Fuck you.
Again, another artsy photo.
Ok,so don't ask me why I took a picture of these beat up ass shoes. They reminded me of old school Nintendo.
More vinyl.
"I wrote grafitti on the bus/ I'd write his name/ then carve a plus/ with my name last"
Am I really a DJ-phile?
I'm tired of writing captions. Fuck, man.
"I, Melissa A., am a camera whore! I take pictures of whatever and whomever I can.
But before, I show the pictures (You bastard, don't click on the thingy until you've read this!):
commiecomeons and I are getting married. Everyone is invited.
That is all.
I had my headwrap thingy on. Christie said I looked African. Whatever that means.
One of my favorite pictures yet. I can't really tell you why. But why should I? Fuck you.
Quentin's roomate's band's drums. Did that make sense? The boys that live in the house (Quentin and Quan) are all about music. Yay!
A very subtle picture. I like it. It makes me feel warm and love DJ'ing.
The Blueprint. *ahem*
Quentin and I were listening to Jay's The Black Album....on vinyl. *sighs*
Um. My eyes. I'm so artistic.
A guitar. I want that shit!
Two of my homeslices here at La Village.
More evidence of Hova.
So. Fuck you.
Again, another artsy photo.
Ok,so don't ask me why I took a picture of these beat up ass shoes. They reminded me of old school Nintendo.
More vinyl.
"I wrote grafitti on the bus/ I'd write his name/ then carve a plus/ with my name last"
Am I really a DJ-phile?
I'm tired of writing captions. Fuck, man.