Cow Town
My Dad and I went to the Brazos Airport after a fleet of WWII plans flew over our backyard. He was like there are a bunch down the street at the country airport. So we went down there and checked them out. I took this snap of him. He hates being photographed more than I do. And I hate it alot.
Ok so it wont let me post any more photos. So thats it for now. I think that is so funny. This is so representative of my life. Sometimes things work and sometimes they don't. I am listening to kelis' album tasty. I like it. I think I like it most because she is talking about stuff that I can relate to. Like dealing with hard-headed negros. I really dispise men right now. I guess because I feel like a kid in a candy store, but my hand keeps getting slapped when I try to reach for a lolly pop. Such is life. I hate rejection. Even though I have not been rejected, but I still can't have what I really want. If I can't have the biggest, sweetest lollipop then I don't even want a lick. I have to have it all.