Wow,
I love it when patrons take me into the coat check room . Sharing whipped cream.
I bet you were thinking I was talking about sex. Nope. I was just saying Thank You. I can see how you might confuse that.
Perhaps more people should hang out with Rap artists. Jamall, has also ruined me, because he taught me how to use colorful language. A ghetto rapper is actually a better English teacher than I am. As long as you throw out all the rule books, first. He spoke English, and I couldn't understand a single word he said for almost a year. Over that time, I danced for him, and slowly he taught me his English.
Again, I need to thank someone for making me into the person I am. A silly little blond German girl can chat with gangsters in ATL without skipping a beat. Can't learn that in school, so I feel lucky, and very blessed to have a skill he taught me. Ok, Black men also totally love a tiny dancer so that might not be perfectly correct. My ghetto English really is not that good. I can't slur all the words together in a long run on sentence without my tongue getting tied. Yet I love it when I do actually sing a line or two. So I'm the white bread, in the center of the chevie's, in da moth'a land. Kicking flow doing the time.
When you are open to new experiences, it is surprising what you can learn. I also can never expect anyone to understand my lyrical prose ether. What a song sounds like to one person will sound completely different person. That is the BEAUTY of Music and the people that make it for everyone to enjoy.
Text books bore me, I want to live a real life, after I read the book.
Let me look around for a second....... Yup, that was a good thing to do, for me.
It is never a good thing to make me think outside of the BIMBO-BOX. humm,
What shall I improve today?
I love it when patrons take me into the coat check room . Sharing whipped cream.
I bet you were thinking I was talking about sex. Nope. I was just saying Thank You. I can see how you might confuse that.
Perhaps more people should hang out with Rap artists. Jamall, has also ruined me, because he taught me how to use colorful language. A ghetto rapper is actually a better English teacher than I am. As long as you throw out all the rule books, first. He spoke English, and I couldn't understand a single word he said for almost a year. Over that time, I danced for him, and slowly he taught me his English.
Again, I need to thank someone for making me into the person I am. A silly little blond German girl can chat with gangsters in ATL without skipping a beat. Can't learn that in school, so I feel lucky, and very blessed to have a skill he taught me. Ok, Black men also totally love a tiny dancer so that might not be perfectly correct. My ghetto English really is not that good. I can't slur all the words together in a long run on sentence without my tongue getting tied. Yet I love it when I do actually sing a line or two. So I'm the white bread, in the center of the chevie's, in da moth'a land. Kicking flow doing the time.
When you are open to new experiences, it is surprising what you can learn. I also can never expect anyone to understand my lyrical prose ether. What a song sounds like to one person will sound completely different person. That is the BEAUTY of Music and the people that make it for everyone to enjoy.
Text books bore me, I want to live a real life, after I read the book.
Let me look around for a second....... Yup, that was a good thing to do, for me.
It is never a good thing to make me think outside of the BIMBO-BOX. humm,
What shall I improve today?
