conceited?

my boyfriend and i was on our way to Sonic when the topic of conceitedness came up. i informed him just how much i hate conceited guys and how i never pay him a compliment because his head gets gassed and i want to choke his ego 97 percent of the time. he admits he's kind of conceited but mostly conceited about his hair. *angry face*. then he flips and tells me, "i am conceited". now, i know and people who knows me know that i am thee furthest thing from conceited. i do believe i'm beautiful. i do believe i'm pretty. and thangs of that nature, but i simply don't go around flaunting how remarkably beautiful i am. it's just something i never did. so he brings up my name "Missy Dollface". it's subliminal, he says. I don't! ... I do believe my make-up portrays a doll. and i have a face. doll-face. Dollface. i never saw it as a way of saying i'm beautiful. my make-up is beautiful. my make-up isn't me. I am me, the natural me, the me with no make-up. the raccoon eyes, blemishes everywhere me. and that me is pretty. so, Missy Dollface is not Jaz and Jaz isn't Missy Dollface. kinda. my alter-ego is a bad bitch. and Jaz is a badder bitch. one way or the other, you can't go wrong with which one you date. but Jaz nor Missy D. is conceited, and if my confidence seems to portray Conceited theennnnnnnn, so be it? one way or the other, I will forever claim, preach and justify my non-conceited assness =D ...

"She's Michael Jackson bad."
Missy Jaz Dollface . <3