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esskay
Hey hey. I'm Sasha.
Digital storyteller,
Photographic narrator,
Hogwarts alum.
In real life, I write things. I speak fluent sarcasm. I'm unintentionally funny. My favorite thing is food. Guac is life. I'm a fountain of the most random information. I'm pretty, only because it's weird to call oneself beautiful. I'm weird in all the good ways. I live in the greatest city on Earth. I was Sasha before Beyonce was schizophrenic.
My life is stranger than fiction. But please, don't take my word for it.
My pen is mightier than my sword.

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Truth is, I'm not innocent. I'm just an abstinent fireplace that doesn't wanna feel the fire kindled between her legs anymore so don't mind the ashes. They're just evidence of how brightly I can glow and I wanna glow hard like one dim star on an otherwise starless night that shines just to prove its fidelity.

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  randomness from greenz
Wednesday, November 23, 2011 || 3:05 AM
So I'm pretty sure by now, you guys know my family is from Grenada and the good people from Greenz have their own language. There's no name for it, it's just what happens when you butcher the English language.
So today, I had the most hilarious conversation with my mother who comes out the wazoo with these crazy Grenadian sayings. I don't even know if this counts as a conversation so you be the judge.
Her: "where are my cookies that I left in the cupboard?"
Me: *serious face* "I don't know what you're talking about"
Her: "you dat ole dog!"
Translation: you're an old dog [for eating my cookies]
Me: "yea? Well what about my cake?"
Her: "what cake?"
Me: "don't play dumb! My cake was in the same spot the cookies were in and when I went back for it, it was gone!"
Her: "that old stale cake? Oh please! I want my cookies, you better find them and put them back where you got them!"
Me: *laughing hysterically* "those old stale cookies? Those cookies were old and stale and delicious"
Her: "doh worry. What sweet in goat mouth does sour in he ass!"
Translation: ?????????????????

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