Adrienne Dela Cruz. Thsavory, not thsweet. Forcibly squeezed out of a vagina in 1990, and this is how I chill from 1990-til' ; Not a church girl or an atheist, I believe in secularity. All hip hop (1980-1995), all the time -- thought you knew?! I base most of my musical intrests on whether or not its beats derive from hip hop. Tired of the lipring / tattoo / ear stretching fads fa'real (if you feel me, say AMEN). A Michael Jackson fan forever, got jokes? I will cut your ass. No gouda to kick it. Manners, I have. Propriety, I have not. One of the downest. In fact, too down of a bitch to get stood up and not feel the need to shoot somebody. I want to teach history or be a principal, then transition into culinary arts school where my dream of becoming executive or hibachi chef will come true. I pity plain jane bitches that have to xerox personality and style off of other bitches, HELLA. Love the feeling of singed hair? I've got plenty. :] Confident in handling physical pains, but ketchup and desserts with a bombardment of toppings? Blehck. I go apeshit on the following: hypelords (not excluding hypeAllahs, hypeBuddhas, etc.), underclassmen that cut me in line like they somebody, people with poo in their mouths, and arrogant SOBs. To them all, I say -- PLEEZ, you're worthless. Only genuine, classy, down-ass, philanthropist bitches can hang. Otherwise, fuck out mah face -- but sup though?
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