Tupac Tuesdays

I'm the queen of naps, my favorite color is blue, hopscotch is my thang, I own polka-dotted shoes.  I don't avoid rain puddles, I like baking when I'm sad, boys say I'm a menace, and I take after my dad.  Pineapples, bobby pins, cheap wine and ankle socks, pottery, fly fishing, and I ain't never had chicken pox.  Born in the hood, raised in the burbs, eat cupcakes for breakfast, have my own dictionary of words.  Cause I like the little things, like ladybugs and pretzel sticks, peanut butter sandwiches, and people who do magic tricks.  Like some coffee with my creamer, play the lottery sometimes, I ride the bus I never walk, I compulsively lie.  Can't tie a shoe to save my life, only been on stage once, on Friday nights I stay at home and watch some old reruns.  Basket weaving, scuba diving, starting my own fire, these are things I've never done, I'd probably die on Survivor.  I can count to ten in like a million different languages, I like to dance in public and I call the mean girls bitches.  I laugh so hard sometimes I cry, when I get mad I scream, one time I married George Bush Sr., then woke up from my dream.  Cause I like old school chalkboards, not that dry eraser crap, when I become a professor I'm reserving time for naps.  Zebra stripes are still cool to me, and so is Lisa Frank, if they still made Easy Bake ovens I'd empty out my bank.  Sleeping in, talking loud, eating stinky food, ginger ale, baby laughs, I always cop a 'tude.  Read every edition of Cosmo, practice what they preach, I ain't never had a boyfriend, at least one that was nice to me.  I like punchin' skulls, lunch money, makin' people cry, just kidding I hate all that crap and people that like it should die!  Halloween is cool but my favorite holiday has to be my birthday because, hello, do I even have to say?  Fluffy puppies, corn tortillas, infomercial stations, these are a few of my favorite things, and I ain't got no patience... for liars, cheaters, hypocrites, and people who like steak.  Red meat tastes like baby diaper, eating it is a mistake.  I think I'm done talking about the things that make up me, if I could pick my perfect age it would probably be 23.  I'd stay forever broke and happy, poor but on my way, surrounded by some funny people, I like life this way.