Talkin Junk

There's so much I want to say and put out there I don't know where to start. This will probably be the most interesting because of it's spastic nature. I guess I will kick today's post off by giving the reason for the name. Diva Hustle is a one-two combo of awesome proportions. There's the diva in me that wants what Trey Songz and Drake so eloquently put as "money, cars, clothes and hoes." I want to have what I want before I want it. At the same time there's the other side of me that is too proud to sit around and wait for some dude to do what I can do better i.e. MAKE MY STAX. lol In 2 weeks I'll be arriving at the illustrious Howard University to study international business. What I plan to do with that degree is still gray area, but I do know I plan to fly all over the world and make enough money to live in ludicrous oppulence. For example check out one of my dream cars...(That chrome lambo will set you back around $390k, I believe.) I want to be so rich I can buy my own continent. As you could probably tell by reading the above I'm also a dreamer. The love of money is the root of all evil and it's so tempting to take the darker road to the money, but I'm too stubborn and proud to let myself sink that low. My life so far has taught me that cutting corners and trying to do things the easy way always comes back to take a big 'ol chunk outcha ass. So even though my head's in the clouds, I keep my feet on the ground, but I can't sit still I gotta hit the ground running. There's so much stacked up against me I can't wait to top all challenges and challengers. I ain't no punk! Life can bring it on, this is bout to be an epic fight.