black_swan87's Journal

Jake Gyllenhaal's merkin
28 November 1987
chicago, United States
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american pyscho, arthur, batman, beastie boys, black rebel motorcycle club, bradley cooper, caleb followill, cate blanchett, catwoman, christian bale, courtney love, disney movies, dogs, drawing, electric guitar, eva green, fashion, football, freja beha, fuckery, garbage, grunge, hair capes, heathus, heroes, hole, iker casillas, inglorious basterds, interpol, jake gyllenhaal, joaquin phoenix, julianne moore, kanye west, kate moss, kings of leon, lady gaga, lara stone, lupe fiasco, mad men, madonna, megan fox, michael fassbender, movies, music, naty chabanenko, nine inch nails, pearl jam, project runway, radiohead, sam worthington, shirley manson, smashing pumpkins, soccer, the boondocks, the dark knight, the simpsons, the who, true blood, vampire dairies, vh1 reality shows, watchmen, xabi alonso, y the last man
Now, this is a story all how my life got flipped, turned upside down, and I'd like to take a minute. Just sit right there. I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air. In west Philadelphia born and raised, on the playground was where I spent most of my days. Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin' all cool, and all shootin some b-ball outside of the school. When a couple of guys, who were up to no good, startin making trouble in my neighborhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, she said, "You're movin' with your Auntie and Uncle in Bel-Air". I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I can say this cab is rare, but I thought, "Now forget it, yo homes to Bel-Air". I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8, and I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo homes smell ya later". I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there. To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air.
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