it would be tough to date rihanna, not because i’m pretty bad at handling high maintenance ppl,
but because my mom doesnt like her.
which is sad because there arent all that many black super dooper pop super stars in the world
and youd think shed be rooting for her
but the day my little niece around the monopoly table started singing
bitch better have my money
was pretty much the last straw.
riri’s travel wouldnt bother me, i’m self sufficient and sometimes the xbi… well lets just say sometimes the busblog is written by committee.
deep down we understand why rihanna is the way she is. if i was one of the prettiest women in the world and every year or so my records just blew up, and every tom dick and harry was trying to get their dick in me, and i was rocking the courtside seats and just getting prettier and prettier magically and kanye and paul mccartney and lord knows who else wanted to perform with me, and i was getting grammys and co-starring in Battleship
it would either turn me very humble, or the opposite of that.
especially if i looked smoking hot in a rain coat.
could i date her? yes. should she date a blogger? no. would we be a match made in heaven? probs. would i take her to isla vista? no. thats my little special place. would i let rihanna help me build a Motel California on del playa?