maybe i'm not big 'cause i don't blog or twitter...

Well sucks to your ass-mar piggy, i'll be famous now.

To be quite honest I'm terrifed. All this internet up in my grill, trying to understand shit like twitter and blogs will be the death of me. This kind of stuff is inevitable nowadays... I have to thank my buddy lucas for convincing me to tweet and now to blog.

Okay. So this is like a diary, but a much more composed and sophisticated version of a 'melissa' diary. Most entries of mine begin with "so today i tripped and ate shit..."
BUT NOT THIS TIME.

it takes mad chedda to be relentless kultz like me and continue to live. I have so much street cred you graceful ballerinas out there ain't got nothing on me.

now i'll write about feelings and shit like that...maybe one day this blog will find direction, but now it remains a terrible manifesto of my hopes and dreams to be an internet sensation.

Also, this will be to keep my favourite colombian boy updated with all the nonsense he'll be missing out on whilst tanning on the fabulous beaches of Nuqui Colombia...(if you ever go there bud, shred gnar on some stumps)

ps.
the sparrow and the medicine is a beautiful song by the even more beautiful tallest man on earth. his voice is haunting. ooh... gives me chills. its the kind of stuff you listen to when you're in love and the same kind of stuff you listen to when you're heartbroken. trust me. I know.

and maybe he's not big because he doesn't blog or twitter...but I doubt that. Shad is one sexy rapper and you should be checking it out.

and until then,

m

oh i guess i should be reppin myself

theres nothing there
but

www.twitter.com/labellefin
is moi

still don't know what the fuck a tweet is.
but maybe one day i'll understand.