Throughout the years I have persisted on hating Beyonce.
I've boycotted her shows, her album's, her movie's (the only reason I saw DREAMGIRLS was to see J.Hud show her ass out), and have redubbed her many a name
HeeHaw-ncey(claiming she sounds like donkey from Shrek-especially in her movies)
Be-non-sang(claiming she can't sing)
The Smoker(not because she's hot, but because she Blows Joe Camel-eghem Jay-Z)
The Eclipser(she casts a shadow on anyone in her direct spacial system)
I have even gone as far as claiming her as the perfect example of how beauty fosters mediocracy.
However recent events have somehow swayed my opinion.
I don't care what anybody says. I've tried to hate. I've really tried my best. But
Beyonce is officially (because I said it) the baddest Bitch this side of the equator.
Now I said to myself, "Self." and myself said, "hmmm?"
"She needs to be assasinated so we can replace her."
"Sounds like a good idea."
"Let's get to work."
Craziness aside. That sky-blue and silver concotion of spectacularity(yes. I said spectacularity) made my award show dress year.
Thank you Beyonce.
*Cakes and Pies*
Before I forget. Got the pic back from the Clutch Shoot. Will be posting tomorrow along w/ other random pics.
so tomorrow is PICTURE DAY!!!!