Clearly either she has gone and bumped her head or lost her everlasting boogie mind, leaving a note under my door, talkin’ about b!tch, I’m clean, I tell you what my thoughts must have pierced through the walls, or she knows my stare, when I reach out my door to get my daily newspaper, I must give her that I am on to her game look, anyway as she bent over to leave the note, I looked out my peephole and saw those DKNY designer earrings, she has got to be running numbers. She just can’t have all that good stuff and be regular, no way.
So anyway on with my day, I had a delivery of mail today, and no one can tell me that what is going on with this whole birth control issue, must be a set up by our government to stop freedom of anything, but I am just Oraina That Chick from 3G , what do I know?
With the news I see looking at everyday, clearly must be kidding myself if anyone takes notice, and I am fixated about this mystery woman down the hall from me obviously running numbers, let me shut my mouth.
So on the inside am I jealous, or do I need to dream of breaking out of this lifestyle of my lavish apartment, with security guards, and security cameras, detailed with every move I make because of my old lifestyle, maybe I should go to college, I mean I have a knack for getting the news out anyway I know how, but is what I consider news worthwhile, or should I stick to fashion? Oraina, please shut your mouth.
I know designer earrings when I see them…
Oraina signing off with the thought of the day… “If it happened in your mouth, please know some things just need to stay that way.”
