Damn it feels good to be a gangsta

So this is me as Little Red Riding in tha Hood. You can see that I’m iced out – thanks to my boy Mark, who, when I called to borrow the giant earrings and the best ever “Pimp” belt buckle, gave me all of his bling. I’m just going to say that he pulls it off much better than I do. Because this picture is of me attempting to look street. And failing miserably, I might add.

I made the “Little Red” emblem on my shirt, because I’m crafty. It reminds me of a song: “She’s crafty – and she’s just my type!” You know who did it. Yeah you do.

And not to be all old or anything, but how in the hell do those kids walk around with their pants hanging so low? First of all, it’s hard to keep them up, especially when I start to, oh I don’t know, MOVE? And second, I was walking on my pants all night. I guess I needed bigger shoes so that my pants wouldn’t drag on the ground or something. I think what I really needed was a whole other person, because I’m thinking that they could have fit in my pants and my sweatshirt quite comfortably and then maybe my issues with keeping my pants from falling down would have been resolved. Maybe next year.

So yeah – word up to Halloween and whatnot. See? I just can’t pull it off.