Mia's in Luv!

I know this shit sounds crazy as fuck,

but I think I've been touched by Lady Luck.

I went on a trip to Las Vegas last week,

in search of drinks, fun, food and freak.

I met a guy staying at the Hotel Mirage,

who approached me and offered to walk me to the garage.

I accepted, because it was late,

and I also accepted his offer for a date.

We dined at Emeril's in the MGM Grand,

Did I feel a spark when he touched my hand?

We talked about sex, life and my Mother,

by the end of trip we were in love with each other.

Damn, it's hard as fuck to keep rhyming every gotdamn sentence. It's zapping my brain power.

Ha, I met this nigga from Des Plaines, IL... how the hell do you fly across the country and fall in love with a guy who lives 40 minutes away from you back in your home state? My girls left me stranded at the Mirage, cuz I wanted to see the volcano, but they wasn't feeling that shit. I was walking in the casino, and this cute, tall guy offers to walk me to my car. I accept, but I don't let him know I got my blade in my hand (I'm still from Chicago nukka) So, we walk and talk, I like him he's sarcastic like me. I accept his date like I rhymed above, and I stayed 3 extra days with him. The sex was incredible, platinum dick for real. I made my girls go home without me. I flew back with him last nite and I'm going to go see him tonite at his place. I don't know what to make of all this, I feel giddy and scared, but willing to take a chance and see what might come of this. I know I've never felt this way before about a guy. I know he appreciates my opinions and respects my bold and outgoing personality. Who knows... maybe I just might marry this mothafucka! (I'm only kidding, I'm not that far gone...yet)

Happily,

Mia