Confession: For having skin this white, I am surprisingly gangster.
Well, with my taste in music, anyway.
- Country music is not a favorite. I’ve tried… I just can’t do it.
- Love ballads of any sort bring out rage in my soul (I’m heartless, apparently)
- I can recite the entire uncensored version of Tupac’s ‘Still Ballin’
- I love Lil’ Wayne
- I love 50 Cent
- I love Snoop
- You get my point.
This is somewhat concerning, being that I usually have obscene lyrics from random rap songs floating around in my head at any given moment. It’s bad! The overflow of all these lyrics usually get out of my system via Twitter updates, like yesterday…
My parents are shaking their heads in shame right now. I’M SORRY. THIS ISN’T SOMETHING I CAN CONTROL! I WAS BORN THIS WAY! (They’re not buying it.)
Anyway, after I posted that on my Twitter account, I received a text message from a concerned friend.
Shea: Why so sad??
Me: I’m not sad at all… What do you mean?? lol
Shea: Your status said you were bawling.
Me: Hahahahahaha, I’m not crying! I’m ballin’! As in, gangsta ballin’.
Shea: Why are you bawling?? What’s wrong?
Shea: Ok, just got your other text. I’m peeing my pants. I totally thought Justin made you cry.
Me: Can I please put this on my blog?
Shea: Ghetto Morgan. Yes, you can. :)
And then there was my favorite response, which came from Stephanie’s husband, Cale:
I have issues.