Garage Sale!

My aunt is having a huge garage sale on Saturday, and she let me stop by and pick out what i wanted before the masses. Shes super Fu-fu-la fabulous, so i knew that this is one sale i had to hit hard! And i did voyeurs!!!!


She had all kinds of stuff from everywhere!!! Bergdorfs!!! Africa!!! Bendels!!! YSL!!! Prada!!!


Heres my good shit...

Some kind of fur throw for my couch... $2!

Crystal candle holders...3 for 1$

All of the literary classics...Wuthering Heights (my fav)..Of Mice and Men, Pride and Prejudice etc for my sons book collection $ .25 each



Picture frames from her world travels (none more than 1$)

This one is from Bendels and 100% solid silver!!!!!!!

A hippo for $.50 African flower candle holders for 1$

Bang and Olufsen phone, Prada shoes, Good shit

Betsey Johnson bag $1

And theres a whole lot more!

I spent 40$ and left with a big box and about 4 shopping bags! LOL!

I'm def. going back on Saturday for the rest of this sale. Where the hell else do you get brand new good stuff for under 1$ and whatnot?

Wanna go?

Bitchin good!

I got a new signature drink voyeurs!!!

Introducing...

Bitch.

Hot pink labeled Australian wine deliciousness!

The pic is blurry, but the ingredients read: Bitch, bitch bitch bitch.....

At a liquor store near you!

Go bitch it out!

WTF?

Am I the only one who thinks that this chick is 56% crazy and 89% Wackola?

Get a new wig you crazy nut!!!

Been Doin It

As my mother (being the quasi New Jersey housewife that she is) would say, I know you love my style but are you obsessed or do you just want to skin me and wear me like last years Versace?

Been rockin your Versace bag since '08 Taraji.

(Don't you just love it when you get a rare opportunity to 1 up a celeb? YES!!!)

*Better pics coming soon...

Say Yes To the Dress

Well remember i told you about that show on TLC....Say Yes To the Dress?
And remember how i told you i applied for the show when i went on the Kleinfeld website?
Well,

The next day i got an e-mail from one of the show's producers!

Heres what it says...


He[y] [Lola],

I am the Casting Producer for Say Yes and I would love to film with you at your appointment at Kleinfeld. How soon would you wish to come and who do you plan on bringing with you? I know you told me about the engagement and your family. Could you tell me more about it and do you know who would come around and come to Kleinfeld with you?Do they have ill feelings towards your fiance? Tell me more about him. I am looking to fit you in in the next couple of weeks so please let me know how you feel about that and if that is too soon for you then we can push for a later date. I also need a recent photo of you and you fiance, and his full name.

-- Katy Sarge
syttdcasting@gmail.com
Casting Producer
TLC's Say Yes to the Dress
Halfyard Productions
New York, NY

They want to film my appointment at Kleinfeld!!!!
Woohooo!
I don't really know if i'm going to do it...but how cool is that?
Here's a clip about the show for those of you who don't know it...

Kleinfeld

I went on the Kleinfeld website a few days ago to browse wedding dresses. Kleinfeld is the top bridal boutique/mega store in Manhattan. I was pretty unimpressed with their site though...not as many dresses as i would have liked. Nonetheless, i found a few good ones.
I also think i found "the one"...
I wonder if you can tell which one it is...Here they are...

#1

#2

#3

#4

#5

#6

#7

#8

#9

#10

As you can tell, I like big big dresses. This is my one and only chance to wear one, so i'm going for all the drama voyeurs.

One of the above was my favorite. I saw it for the first time on this show called "Say Yes to The Dress." It comes on TLC....have you seen it?

The show is filmed in Kleinfeld and it shows brides to be on the hunt for their wedding dresses.

While i was on the website, there was a little blurb about the show, so i read it. It also had a section where you could share your own story. And, I did. We'll see what becomes of that.

Anyway....my "the one" dress is...

#8

I love it!

Its big and Fab-U-Lous!

But hub doesn't love it.

What do you think?

I'm in love with a stripper!!!!!

MISS POLE DANCE 2009.

I JUST WATCHED THIS VIDEO ON WORLDSTARHIPHOP.COM. IT'S AMAZING.
THIS IS THE MOST AMAZING THING I'VE EVER SEEN.
I AM ONLINE RESEARCHING STRIPPER POLES FOR SALE RIGHT NOW.
WTF? IS THIS ART?
I AM ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE WHO NEVER WASTES PRECIOUS MINUTES ON INTERNET VIDEOS. BUT THIS?!?!?! WELL, SEE FOR YOUR SELF....

Weirdo

I've been meaning to tell you guys about some weird shxt. Whenever i put things out there the universe seems to return wisdom (as do you, voyeurs). So please help me to figure this one out.

I have an ex. I'll call him Merman. Don't ask. We always had a volatile relationship, and always end up hating each other for one reason or another. We were together back in high school, and
reconnected about three years ago for a very short period. Since then i tried to be friends with him...electronically for the most part (damn that facebook), but as i've learned, that shxt never works.

It started off ok. Occasional messages saying hey, whats up, how are you. But for some reason at this point things always get weird. Suddenly i learn that Merman still has feelings. I was already in a new relationship, so i didn't really care about those feelings, since that chapter was closed.


Long story short:
Merman got upset.
My man peeped game and didn't like it.
I tried to maintain a platonic friendship.

Well i reached out to him one day, because i wanted to know about a boat ride party he threw or promoted or whatev, because i was looking for a venue for my baby shower. I never even pursued the issue after i sent the initial message, because i had soon after found another venue.

A little while after all of that went down he left a message on my wall saying "i will always love you," or something weird like that.

And lucky me, my boyfriend was the first to see it. He was surprisingly calm, and asked me to "handle it." You already know that really means "send that fool a message to shut his effin mouth before i do it for him." I humbly obeyed, and sent this:

"The message you left on my wall was very inappropriate. I have a fiance and a son on the way. Please be respectful of that. That is not the kind of comment that you should leave on a platonic friend's wall. I do not want my fiance having any reason to resent or question you. We barely communicate as it is, so I'm sure you understand why it is so bizarre for us to see that message out of the blue. Again, please be respectful of me and my family. They are what matters most to me. The information that i wanted was regarding a venue where you hosted a party. i never contacted you because i no longer wanted the information. Other than that i don't have any reason to contact you outside of facebook. being that this is the only place that i do communicate with you, please limit your comments. I would not disrespect your relationship, don't disrespect mine."


He replied with:

"im sorry, 100% agree with you gabby & congradulations on your engagement & child on the way, im happy for you & i surely dont want to ruin anything positive you got going.thanks for the appropriate way of addressing the issue.once more congradulations"

I thought it was over. We didn't speak AT ALL after that.

Then, months later i get another message from him inviting me to his graduation.

?????

Its not like we had an ongoing friendship at that point. We hadn't communicated at all since the wall post.

I didn't even answer.

Then, last week or something, i hear that he has an old school picture of he and i as his main picture on FB.


?????

How bizarre.

What do you think is going on?

I find it so weird. I have gotten engaged, had a baby, graduated college and much more in the time since we separated. He doesn't acknowledge any of these things (as a friend would), so i can't even write this stuff off as quirky friendship things; we aren't friends. He just does weird shxt.

I love my man, and he knows that. But i hate when this bizarro stuff happens out of the blue, because i know it bothers him. If it were me, i would have already tracked the bxtch down.

Universe? anything? Is this going to continue? What does it mean? WTF?



Exes are the weirdest people on earth. Now that i think about it, all of mine were totally W-E-I-R-D. Let me tell you about them. Perhaps you too have come across these types
Here they are in no particular order.


Earth
I'm referring to this first one as earth. He was a dancer. Yes a male dancer. No he wasn't gay, and still isn't as far as i know. He was totally into earthy zen things. Like incense and weed and dreadlocks (which we unsuccessfully tried to start in his hair....he cut them all off when we broke up though...lol). He wasn't really all that weird of a person, but i still see him as weird because we were totally mismatched. He was like father earth, and i was the total opposite. I went along with the whole hippie thing for a while, but as i came into my own, i realized that it just wasn't for me. I wasn't into smoking weed. I didn't like laying in grass. I just wanted to shop, wear my furs and be a bad bxtch.

We were both young at the time which, i guess, also explains why i got sick of our relationship. He also had a lot of heavy baggage that i was sick of lugging and paying for. Right after him, i got with someone who was the total opposite...


Meat head
Meat head was never really a boyfriend. I guess you could say we dated. He was fine (read as: fooooiiiiine). Tall, dark, muscles. He he was a basketball player. He had money, he was flashy, he wanted me to be kept. But here's the kicker girls. He was dumb as rocks.

Really stupid.

To this day my brother still laughs at him and some of the dumb shxt he would say. For instance, he never said "am I," as in "am i your friend?" Nooooooo. Instead he said "is am," as in "Is am yo frien." And when he got upset he would tell me that i was causing "move swings in his body".

WTF?

For all the shxt talkin i do, i happen to be kinda bright.

I just couldn't do it.

Plus, my parents didn't like him. He would come pick me up really late at night, always with a different car. He wouldn't take of his hat when he stepped into my house. And he was dumb. So they wrote him off immediately. My mother also thought he was too flashy.
He still hits me on AIM sometimes inviting me to come shopping at his boutique in Harlem. Or saying he has some free samples for my lil brother (he also created one of those ghetto fab Southpole-type fashion lines a while back). Yeah right. Money can't buy Lola dummy.

Merman
I already discussed him a little before. But now let me really get into his person.
Merman is one of those uptown fellas. Mix diddy and fifty cent, and you get merman. Very flashy. Very charming. Very persuasive. I got with him in HS because i wanted to make his friend (who i was talking to at the time) jealous. He was like the top dog in my school at the time, so it was a good plan. And it worked....but into the rabbit hole i fell. He is very materialistic, and loved to be the center of attention. I couldn't keep up. He's the guy you find in the VIP next to the famous guy. Fresh to death, loud as hell and a bag of trouble. A real hustler.

He was also A WHOLE LOT of DRAMA!
It is always non stop drama with him. But then again those uptown city slickers do love a good cup of attention grabbing drama.





These were my only serious fellas. I had a few little puppy lovers before them. These, however, are the ones that mattered enough for me to really remember.

Now i have my hub. My mother say i chose and chose until i chose one that is just like my father, and she's right. My hub is the carbon copy of my dad, which means he's an upstanding man...the anchor to my sailboat. We just work. But geeze i had to get through a lot of weird ones to find him.

As we layed him down to rest

The nights before the funeral i couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned and prayed. i was so very afraid of what would transpire in the morning. I woke up early the next day and went to buy a stack of phone cards. I blew up my mothers phone...



Hi mom, are you ok? Does your car have tinted windows? oh ok....



Hi again, its me, Lola. Park right in front of the church, ok? In case you need to run or anything.




Hi...how many police are there? Oh good. Let me speak to one...No? ok. Call you later. Love you

Ummm...hi. maybe you should leave the car running. Ok Bye.




She told me it was a simple funeral. He layed in a simple closed casket because he was unrecognizable due to the five shots to the face. Simple women in simple black dresses wailed and screamed and protested the death of their brother, their uncle, their cousin. Fancy police waved fancy guns. Simple men wore simple t shirts displaying his sweet face. They all sported that trademark limp; you know, the one that means that they were taking life and safety into their own hands...quite literally.

They were ready...ready to mourn. Ready to fight. Ready to run. Ready to shoot. Ready to move on. The stage was set for a fair fight. But the coward didn't show. Figures.



So my mom is safe. She still had 3 more days in Trinidad, but she spent them in board rooms and ministry offices, and no where near the bush where evil apparently thrives. Good.



The police tactical force in now permanently stationed in Agostini and Rio Claro, and they claim that they won't leave without Peter, dead or alive. But trinidad is such a small place. It boggles my mind why they haven't found him yet. My mother recieved a call from the ministry of defense, and the local politicians have suddenly jumped all over this story. Probably because its now a feature in all of the big newspapers. Its all a big show.



Well, thank you God. Thank you for keeping them safe.



Read about it here and here.

Hurting Bxtches' Feelins and Shxt

Read the post below this one first, if you haven't already, or else you wont understand whats about to go down...

Remember when i mentioned that one of Peter's lackeys threatened another of my cousins at the funeral/wake for Curtis?

Well, it just so happens that that threat incited a whole facebook WAR between my family and his. LOL...and when i say war i mean war!!!! We've been droppin bombs on them hoes. In an effort to lighten the mood after my last post, i am going to share this hilarious verbal battle with you. But first let me try to explain this tangled web which we weave...

The lackey who made the threat, is the son of another acquaintance who missed being my family by like one degree. In other words, we are connected by a marriage. But these hoes are NOT my family. Anywho, the lackey is the son of a hoe named Sherian. Sherian has a sister named Carian, we'll call them the smut twins. They are the ones bearing the brunt of our verbal arsenal, as she was once fairly close to my mother (and accordingly divulged many of her dirty little secrets which are currently being served to her and the many others who are reading on facebook, on a hot sexy plate).

Following the wake and the threat, my mother updated her status to read 'who the hell is this boy'. The smut twin responded defensively saying that thats their nephew/son respectively. So my mother responded that she doesn't give a fxck about all that shit, and that anyone who makes threats should also fear them. Then Carian made the mistake of sending my mother a message reading "old retired cunt." WTF? lol. She opened up a can of worms, and we decided to have some fun with it.

This is how the conversation went. Copied and pasted for your viewing pleasure:

Carian Contrero James
March 13 at 3:25pm
Old retired cunt
W
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Debra Wilson
March 14 at 1:00am
YOUR FATHER RETIRED YOUR CUNT MANY MOONS AGO...BITCH.. HE TURNED YOU OUT WAY BEFORE YOU COULD SPELL C-U-N-T!! YOU ILLITERATE WANNA BE!!! THIS IS A BATTLE YOU COULD NEVER WIN BITCH !!!!


Debra Wilson
March 14 at 1:07am
AND IF I LIVED YOUR LIFE I WOULD BE BITTER AND ANGRY TOO.. NO HUSBAND...NO PARENT'S LOVE.. NO RESPECT FROM YOUR CHILD AND A JOKE TO ALL WHO COME INTO CONTACT WITH YOUR PATHETIC.. HYPOCRITICAL ASS. YOU ARE SO BENEATH ME....


Debra Wilson
March 14 at 1:08am
HOLLA!!!!!

(I sent this one)

Debra Wilson
March 14 at 1:37am
You are real tough sending facebook messages you dumb slut bitch. Its a pity that you are trying to get at my mother, but you don't even know how to spell what you want to say. We are laughing at you over here smut bag!!!!We can go back and forth all you like, but the fact of the matter is that the weak shall perish. Tell your slick mouth little nephew that he should choose his words more wisely because who doesn't catch him in rio will catch him in hell bitch.Get at us if you really want to start this fight!!!!!!!!!!!!!And make sure and tell Baboujeeeeeeeee what ah say wit he big ass head. Shit mannnnnnnnnnn!!!!!!!!!!!LMAOOOOO!!!!!!!I dare you to get loud on FACEBOOK!!!! My family will tear you apart bitch!!!!!!LOVE LOLA BITCH!!!!!!!!!!Eat shit and die!!!!!!!!!Fake ass rasta!!!!More like pasta!!!!! LMAOOOOI could get at you for days bitch!!!! lol!!!!!

(My bro added this one...hell we all chimed in!!!!)

Debra Wilson
March 14 at 1:41am
alright listen you dumb welfare riding bitch go get a job and get your ugly fuckin ass off facebook forreal. seriously grow the FUCK up and try 2 support your damn familylove your god son aj : )

(My cuz was there too...he added this)

Debra Wilson
March 14 at 2:36pm
rot in god damn hell bastard by jordan wilson

We had fun!!!! Then she made the mistake of calling my aunt and cussing her out. So my mom got gully on her again:

Debra Wilson
March 14 at 6:20pm
DO NOT CALL MY SISTER EVER AGAIN YOU DUMB SLUT!! YOUR FIGHT IS WITH ME!!! AND I WILL KICK YOUR ASS IF I EVER HEAR YOU CALLING RHONDA... AND YOU COULD TAKE THAT TO THE BANK BITCH.... OOPS YOU HAVE PROBABLY NEVER BEEN TO A BANK YOU BROKE ASS BITCH.. COULDN'T EVEN PAY FOR YOUR OWN TICKET TO GO TO YOUR MOTHER'S FUNERAL AND STILL OWING THE FUNERAL PARLOR IN TRINIDAD FOR YOUR BROTHER'S FUNERAL 10 YEARS AGO!! GO TURN SOME TRICKS TONIGHT TO PAY FOR YOUR NEXT TRIP HOME ... IT WILL BE SOON!!!! OH AND YOUR FATHER CALLED YOU A SOUCOUYANT BECAUSE YOU TAKE MAN ALL NIGHT AND COME HOME IN THE MORNING?!!! OH GODDDDDD!!!!!! SALT ...SALT.. YOU REAL SALTY SLUT


Debra Wilson
March 14 at 8:22pmYO DUMB ASS... YOU CAN'T EVEN PAY YOUR PHONE BILL? I AM TRYING TO REACH YOU GIRL WE NEED TO TALK!! I GOT YOUR NUMBER SO PAY YOUR BILL.... MAYBE YOUR FAMILY COULD HELP YOU WITH THAT... OR IT IS SATURDAY SO YOU MIGHT MAKE SOME MONEY TONIGHT.. WE KNOW HOW YOU DO IT.. AND THERE ARE STILL MEN OUT THERE WHO DON'T MIND SLEEPING WITH SKANKS SO GOOD LUCK! IF YOU SLEEP WITH 10 MEN YOU COULD GET AS MUCH AS $100. YOU $10.00 WHORE.. SEE, I EVEN DID THE MATH FOR YOU CAUSE I KNOW YOU CAN'T COUNT PAST 10...LUV YA TO HELL

We also did this just for fun...

Bwa hahahahahaaha.

We win.

It was just a little bomb droppin fun. Then things got a lil' more serious. See, the smut twin's family in Trinidad had been feeding Peter info about the whereabouts of my family members. And Ironically on the day that my Uncle Pie was shot down, the smut twins called my aunt laughing, cursing and taunting her. We didn't really understand why, as we were under the impression that the whole thing had died down. Then a few hours later we got word that Wayne had been fatally shot.

Yes, they knew. And they were brave enought to contact us, laughing. Now do you understand why we are not merciful with our insults?

The same day, Carian's daughter sent me a friend request on facebook (why do i use this facebook? it is the devils instrument.) She pretty much just wanted to be able to read what we were writing. I guess looking for some new tips for Peter.

Now, i didn't intend to get into it with her. But i did want to give her a piece of my mind. Still, i got caught up and collaborated with my mother to take her out, verbally.

Once again, copied and pasted straight from my inbox for your viewing pleasure:

I wrote:

To know of such evil before it happens is evil in itself.

Words were only words. But now, this has reached a FAR more serious level. And the fact that your mother would DEAR to contact us on the day that my innocent uncle fell has proved that she is deserving of far more than a verbal scolding.

I pray for her. Be very careful. People are being shot left and right. Its not safe for ANYONE. Be VERY careful. Seems like someone is always watching.

I pray that you will be nothing like your mother. I pray that the blood that runs through you will not corrupt you. I pray that you will be a great person, far detached from the evil that beget you. So, no. I will not be your friend.

Do not ever contact me or any member of this family again. Let your dog shit mother know that Trinidad is no longer her home. Be safe.


Tamiekah James
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April 20 at 11:26am
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Listen bitch dont you dear talk about my mother. While on the other hand your mother is a stink lazy fucking old woman in her 40s. I am my mother child and what makes it bad is every drop of her blood is in my body so what i could say im the spitting image of my mother. Your family is fucking dumb and pussy cant you see that your killing one another lol that shit is so fucking funny. ALL THAT SHIT YOU TALKING ABOUT TRINI. BITCH YALL NO WHERE WE LIVE COME SEE US. TRINIDAD IS 6 HOURS AWAY FROM HERE WHY WAISTE THE TIME?
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Lola
April 21 at 2:24am
Aww. Good job honey. But is that the best you can do? lazy old woman in her forty's? lol...cute

It must suck that there is nothing better for you to get at us with, while we could go on for days about your mama bear.

I am proud of you for trying though. If you'd like, i can recommend a tutor for the two of you to get some reading and writing lessons. It costs like 50$ hour. Maybe you can talk to your welfare case worker about sponsoring you. :-) Your english could use a little work.

Stay in school honey. Maybe they'll teach you that sticks and stones may break bones, but your words? Just cute :-)

I wont bother getting into it with you little one, because you've got a lot to learn. I don't want to hurt your feelings. And no, I'm not coming to see you. I am just not into slumming it. The ghetto makes me itch.

So let me end this by reminding you that you, sweet pea, sent ME a friend request.

Sorry, but as i said before, not gonna happen. Gutter bitches make me itch. By the way you still dealing with those yeast infections you used to have as a child? If you can't remember ask mama bear...and mention the super.

Caio baby.

And i'll get back to you about that tutor.

(Once i started i couldn't stop...and my mother kept giving me new info...)

Lola
April 21 at 3:00am
Oh and by the way my mother clothed you for many years fatso.... it finally became too much when you started wearing plus sizes at the tender age of 7... and isn't it ironic that my mother paid your mother to wipe our asses? MY MOTHER HAS IT LIKE THAT, SHE COULD AFFORD TO BE LAZY!! BALLIN!!! My mom may be 40 but she stiill looks better than your whoring ass midget Mexican looking mother!! remember when you said your mother used to go to the Albermarle Motel with her "friend." Are you entertaining her friends at the motel now? There must be some chubby chasers out there for an emotional eater like you!!! KEEP ON EATING YOU FAT SLOB!!! GHETTO RAT!!! SLUM DOG!! YOUR FAMILY KILL EACH OTHER FOR SPORT. REMEMBER UNCLE ROLAND AND COLOBOY? WHAT ABOUT BABOOGEE BEATING DOLCEEE EVERY CHANCE HE GOT.. AND BABOOGEEE MOLESTING ALL HIS CHILDREN AND GRANDCHILDREN.. WHAT ABOUT COLOBOY THROWING DOLCEE OFF THE PORCH.. AND YOUR OWN MOTHER AND FATHER? NOW THAT IS A LOVING FAMILY... YOU DESERVE NOTHING LESS BABY!!!! JUST THINK THE MOTHER YOU DEFEND MADE YOU INTO THE FAT BITCH YOU HAVE BECOME DRIVING YOU TO DROWN YOUR SORRY ASS IN FATTENING FOODS...YOU HAD A PATHETIC CHILDHOOD AND YOU ARE GROWING INTO A PATHETIC ADULT.

AND DAMNNNNN I DID NOT EVEN KNOW RAINBOW MADE CLOTHES THAT BIG.

THE THIN SHALL INHERIT THE EARTH... AND I DON'T THINK THEY SERVE TWINKIES IN HELL.. THAT MEANS THAT YOU WILL SUFFER FOREVER :)

WE HAVE MORE TOYS. WE WIN!!!!:) :)


Lola
April 21 at 3:00am
YOU WANT MORE?

(We meant to stop here, but the good times just kept onnnnnn rollin!!!!!)

Lola
April 21 at 3:17am
YOU KNOW DEEP DOWN YOU HATE THAT MOTHER OF YOURS FOR WHAT SHE HAS MADE YOU!! IT IS BECAUSE OF HER NOT CARING ENOUGH ABOUT YOU AS A CHILD THAT YOU HAVE BECOME THIS OVERWEIGHT, IGNORANT DISAPPOINTMENT. I BET YOU WISH YOU COULD HAVE EATEN HER TOO!!! I HOPE YOU GET THE HELP YOU NEED


Tamiekah James
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I love my self but do you? my homies in queens said that u been around (she got confused...she tried to say i was a whore when i lived with my parents, but we lived in Long Island hun....not queens). and who the fuck are u calling overweight bitch? im thick (Bwaaa hahahahahahah)unlike ur mother fat and sloppy lol. b4 u judge me grow some hair bitch your bold ass. trust me weave cant help you (BWa hahahah...she must not be reading lola dipped in good ya'll!!!! My weaves are spinnin baby!!!!). lol i see that your married lol are u tired of sleeping around? Or do u have aids like the rest of ur sick minded fam? do u like ur mother? (I love her!!!! Hey mom!)or do u like ur fathers girl more? damn ur mom must me so fucking ashamed that she cant do any better. lol. dont you have anything better to do like pick up ur dirty draws off the floor or pick up your childs shit diappers. how herpies face ronda and bumb ass sharon(Notice she can spell herpies but she can't spell bum...its a 3 letter word!)? Did she fix her face yet? tell my lazy ass god mother i said to suck denzel dick 2 get a ticket to go to trini lol. And tell kim fay (Kim fey is my cousin......bad man pull up!!!)he can run but he cant hide.
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Hey do u remember that broke down apartment you used to live in lol. what a good place to live. your family finally got a cheap home to buy lol which was a peice of shit also. and boldie i live and around white ppl. A rich ass hood bitch. your mother never bought me shit but some cheap ass shit from old navy. remember every winter all those winter jackets you and ur big head brother had my mother bought it. lol. did ur uncle boye rape you bitch. how was the weed u smoked in trinidad? Did u get high enough u fuckin pot head. and my mother did ur bumb ass mother a favor by taking care of u she was to poor and broke to send yall some where else. and what u mean stay in skool im done i graduated in febuary lol im so proud. and b4 i 4get you know deep down inside my mother looks better than yours any day. tell ur mom to get off her fat ass and stop sucking her fat arm and do so jumping jack to try and look as good as my mom
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Lola
April 21 at 5:54pm
Aww...you're still trying huh? lol...not good enough.

Try again.

I'll give you one more try.

Put down the chicken leg and put on your thinking cap hun. Is that the best you can do? And be careful, because the next time you might really get you feelings hurt. Regardless of where ever we used to live, the bottom line is...we don't live there anymore. Come over. I'll give you a tour. Or you can pick which house you like best and i'll let you clean it for some twinkie money.

Where you used to live...you still live there.

And its funny that you are dissing the clothes that my mother used to buy you, because guess what honey, you used to wear 'em.

And my uncle boye raped me? lol...did you guys put both of your heads together to make up that one?

pot head? lol...are you really trying to come at me with this weak shit...especially considering your whore mom and ganga farmer dad?

Boo...do better.

And you're saying that my mom was the broke ass bitch? Lol. Who's the broke bitch now?

Go ask your mom for 5$ then come back and tell me about how she said no. And don't worry, i'll lend it to you if you really need it.

Congrats on graduating from clown college.

Now you will have more time to work over at Albermarle hotel for a 20 $ fuck...Like your mom.

Oh, and since ya'll are so ballin outta control living with the "white people" over there (where you will probably spend the rest of your sad little life), how come your grandfadda cussed out your mama so bad at that last funeral because she didn't even have enough money to buy her own ticket to go home?

Damn, you must be so sad on the inside.

When i read your messages i get to giggle at the funny little lies you make up.

When you read our messages, you die a little bit on the inside because the truth hurts, i know. Come harder next time. I'm getting bored with you guys.

Every word we speak is the bona fide truth. All you have to do is read their responses to know that they try hard to clap back, but end up with wonky lies and funnies.

I hope you have enjoyed my facebook exploits! I don't condone internet thuggery, but my family is mourning great loss and we will retaliate with whatever weapons we have whether it be verbal or physical bombshells.

Plus they say the pen is mightier than the sword. I believe it.

Now i'll leave you with a pic of my bad bxtch mom because i know you snitchezz wanna know if she's really fat...

Sorry Tammy....Wrong again...Try harder.

Crime and Punishment

Voyeurs, I apologize for my scanty posting, but i have been wrapped up in some real life drama...

It all started back in October-ish when my cousin was shot 3 times point blank in the head...and survived. His name is Sherwin, bka Sean.
He was shot by an old friend of our family, out of pure jealousy. Sean just happens to be ballin out of control. And in Trinidad, where we are from and where he resides, that's saying a lot.
The man who shot him is named Peter. He hates Sean for his success, and tried to kill him. Absurd, i know. It was mentioned in a Trini newspaper here.
My cousin, his wife and kids, flew here immediately following the shooting, so that he could be operated on, and recover safely.

Things died down right after that and we thought it was over. Then Peter's brother was killed. Some say as retribution for shooting my cousin, but who knows. The article also mentions that.

But apparently, Peter was crazier than we thought. He went into hiding. As Trini's would say, he went into the bush (or the Forest areas surrounding the town, Agostini, where my family is from). He started sending messages to my family that he was going to kill everyone. And then he shot and killed my cousin Sean's best friend, Curtis, right in front of his wife and kids.

At the wake for Curtis, one of Peter's lackeys threatened another of my cousins, telling him that he was next. Of course my uncles and cousins beat him senseless. But on the other hand we took the threat seriously.

Then, a few days later, another of Peter's brothers was murdered.

This past week, Peter shot another of my uncles, Wayne, more than 20 times with a semi-automatic. His blood was to plentiful that it soaked through the floorboards of the house and stained the ground beneath.
My Uncle had NOTHING to do with the situation. As a matter of fact his nickname was Pie, because people said he was sweet as pie. Peter simply decided that he wants every member of my family dead.
Please read about it here

My family was shocked, disgusted, sad, angry. But as usual we never allow anyone to scare us into hiding. We are too resilient for that.

In a show of solidarity, they held a wake for Pie the day after the shooting, and it went well. Until about 8:00.

At 8:00 peter and an accomplice came out of the bushes near the wake shooting (again) my cousin Sean and another of his friends. He shot Sean six more times, and he survived, again. That brings him to a total of nine bullets. His friend also survived. Peter had emptied all of the bullets from his semi on my uncle the day before, so all he had was a simple shotgun, with simple slugs that pierced but did not kill my cousin. Funny how things happen.

Please read about it here.

My family tried to handle things lawfully; reporting every killing, every threat, every incident, every tip to the police. And they never responded. In fact, the police have an on going grudge against us because of an incident where my cousin Sean revealed a major scam within the department in which they tried to bribe him in efforts to cover up their abuse to his younger brother.

They let this drag on. They aided Peter, ignored his blatant presence in the village and refused to put him into custody. But it just so happens that on Friday at 8:00, Peter showed them that he has no friends. He shot at the same police who allowed his lawlessness, and they ran into the very house where my uncle Wayne was shot dead, and hid under the bed. I wonder if they could smell the scent of fresh innocent blood as they cowered on the same floor where he called out for their help until he bled to death?

The police hid in drains, they ran, they called for assistance, just as they made my fallen and hit family members do for all of the months during which these incidents transpired.

Now they are putting on an elaborate show for the media. They brought out big guns, helicopters, night vision cameras and even the army. They claim to have the best interest of my family at heart as they guard them, escort them, comb through the bush and patrol the streets of Agostini village. But none of this will ever right the wrong that they committed when they let this man roam free chopping down our tree one branch at a time. And when we retaliated they carted off every one of my kin and locked them under the jail. But Peter ran free.

I am sad and worried. My mother left today to begin a legal crusade against the corruption in the police department and to mourn the loss of her blood. But i am scared for her.

So God, please bring her back safely. Please God.

Another of my jealous uncles (who supplied Peter with the bullets that killed Wayne, his brother) specifically told my grand mother that all of her children would die. Its my mother that he is referring to, i know. And i am scared. I shake, i cry, i pray. Please, God.

I hope that in sharing this story with you all, a valuable lesson will be learned. Jealousy is a disease that can infect even the most deeply rooted family tree. As i see my family members fall, i am sickened at the power of the dollar. Money will come and go. But family, once gone will never return.

Rest in peace Curtis and Uncle Pie. Keep fighting Sean. You are my personal Superman. Stay strong family. What God put together, let no man put asunder.

Come home to us mom. Safely.
♥ Lola

Christina Mili-blonde

Call me crazy, but I like it...

It may not be the most sensible or sophisticated look. But admit to your self that its a rock star move. I think you're swagged out Christina Mili-blonde.
♥ Lola

Dumb Bxtch

It is 1 am on Monday night and i (for whatever reason) am up watching College Hill and eating shrimp pasta. Should be a pleasant savory experience, no? NO!

What in the name of naivete is occurring on my screen?!?!?!?!

I am watching the very first episode of the series and already i am disgusted, particularly in this young woman:

Her name is Terri and shes a damn fool with a bad weave! On the first night she decides shes in love with this little cutie named Brandon.

Its cute at first.

Then she spends the night with him.

-100 points

Then she tells him that shes no longer allowed to "lick whipped cream off of other girls" referring to the night before when they played a game of truth or dare requiring the licking. Remember, she just met him yesterday.

-400 points

Then she tells him that he can't speak to any one else.

-1,000 points

Then she tells him that he is officially hers

And he responds with ... silence.

-1,000,000 points

Then, she wakes up the next morning and irons his pants

She has no more points.

And finally, she makes his bed.

:-x

That the hell?

To top things off, Brandon, while at school, realizes that he is digging his own grave messing around with that loca. So, he comes home and totally ignores her, and starts chatting with this skinny minny.

Then, Terri is like aww hell naw!

The episode pretty much ended at that point, and it appears that she will be fxcking up another girl in the house next week in an elaborate show of misguided aggression. SMH.

I went to a small all women college, so i did not have to deal with the whole dorm couple thing but i am still pretty familiar with how silly girls get when they move out of mama's house, into the dorm rooms and start feeling like real women and playing house. Gag.

So this is my Public Service Announcement to all you young ladies out there:

College is probably your first taste of total independence. You can came and go when you want. You have a little space that is yours, and you can have whoever you want in there (with the door locked because mama's not there to bitch). You suddenly feel all grown up. On top of all that, you probably live next door to/down the hall from/on the same campus as men and boys. Big ones, small ones, tall ones, smart ones, sexy ones. You may even fall in love with one. But please do not become a dorm wife! It will be to the detriment of your entire collegiate experience and you will end up looking like a naive fool just like Terri.

While he is out ballin with his friends, you will be in the dorm kitchen making him dinner. While he is chillin with shawty from physics class you will be in the basement doing his laundry. While you are pent up playing his wife, he will be out living life, where you should be.

Pretty soon college will be over and you will have all of the time in the world to cook dinners and do laundry and play wife.

But please, do not let your love, or lust, or like for any man make you blind, and miss out on the time of your life. Get out there and be a bad bitch (either literally or figuratively) because this may be the only time in your life that you can do so and be exempted from Santa's Naughty List.

Have a man if you wanna. Love him up and down. But live YOUR life! Hell, i had three boyfriends in the spans of my college career, but you wouldn't catch me ironing any one's shit. And best believe it was the best years of my life romantically, academically and in terms of bad bitchin around town!

Furthermore, any man that you met yeasterday, is not yours today. Nuff said.

And tune in to College Hill next week to see Terri get buck!!!!!

Americas Next Top Hairstyle

I'm watching America's Next Top Model for the first time since soph. year of college and believe it or not, i'm inspired. I set my cable box to dvr it since the premiere in the event that i ran out off other filler tv, but it never did. And then, boom, i check my list and the latest episode is recorded. Hell yea! And on top of that, it just so happens to be the makeover episode! My favorite! I thought that most of the girls were put at a major disadvantage with their new "improved" tyra-imposed looks, though there were two that stood out and inspired me...

So, voyeurs, i have decided to abandon my trademark 18 inch hair...

and take it down to 12. Twelve inches of hot sexy red hair!!!! It s going to be a combination of these two looks from the show:

This color

With this cut

Check for me next weekend...i should have it done snapped and posted by then...But back to the show...I always hear tyra talk about these world renowned hair stylists whom she hires to do the makeovers. This, to me, never makes any sense. They are almost always (dare i say) white. And furthermore, they are inevitably more adept at working with the kind of hair that grows on other people in their own likeness. While many of the stylists can deliver a mean blow out, they are bumbling fools when it comes to a good weave. Why Tyra?

Exhibit A

Poor girl...

Tyra is the queen of weaves.

Why is she slighting these young girls?

Get it together.

Picture this...

My weekend was better than yours.

And i mean it.

The baby was at grandma's which meant date night voyeurs.

Saturday morning i went for a manicure/eyebrow wax/massage to prepare...

Then i bought a sexy lil outfit...ooh la la...

I went home to meet hub and get ready to go...i was running late and he was mad at me...or so i thought...

So i rushed and took a whore bath ("washing your coochie, ass and arm pits"), brushed my hair straight, dressed and hit the pavement...30, minutes tops...

We went to see the lion king first...we had awesome orchestra aisle seats...we got there about 20 minutes late but the show was amazing. I tried to take some pics but they are shit.

After the show we tried to take a few pics but my stupid shitty camera that i bought on e bay sucks.

After the show, we went around the corner to Juniors to get some cheesecake. I fxckin love cheesecake. I got a red velvet cupcake (which tasted like ass) too. But i hate juniors food, so we went somewhere else for dinner...

Hub took me to a cute little french restaurant called Le Petit Un Deux Trois...somewhere around 44th street. We sat in an area called the green room. It was made to resemble a European courtyard, complete with glass roof...very romantic...The food was amazing...so was the champagne...
By the time we were done i was more than ready to go home and have some sexy time with my hub, then my cheesecake, but he kept insisting that we go to this spot that we call Goodlife. Its on 69th and riverside. The real name is Riverside Park, and its a pier that extends into the Hudson River. It's like a long boardwalk that actually extends into the river. Very beautiful. Nonetheless i didn't want to go because it was starting to get colder out and i was tired. He persisted, so i gave in and we jumped in a cab uptown.

Side view of goodlife

For some reason he had been peeing and peeing constantly all day, and as soon as we got there he had to go, but there was no bathroom so he let it rip right in front of whoever was there. It was soo tacky and yet so funny that i laughed hysterically for a good 5 minutes, and forgot how badly i had wanted to go home to chill.

We walked all the way to the edge of the pier and chose a seat. We sat for a while and reminisced about our times at Goodlife...when we first met....when he made me his girl...countless summer nights spent taking in the view and the river scent...
Then he started acting weird.


He keeled down.



He stood up.



He got on one knee.



He stood up.



None of this phased me or raised any question mark in my head, because he does weird stuff like this all the time. Especially when he's cold. He's the master of fidgeting when he's cold. Instead i got annoyed and started yelling at him to friggin sit down and enjoy the view.



Then he decided to stand infront of me. ugh i was pissed.


He asked me if i would be his forever.



I said "yes Keith"...still annoyed that he was standing in my way...still oblivious to what was going down...like i said, he does this stuff all the time...



Then he pulls out a huge box...i thought it was a watch...in my head, i was pleased...





...And he opens it...




And let me tell you voyeurs, it was no watch.



It was Ivanka (which is what i named her in honor of the bad bxtch Ivanka Trump....since Goodlife is located right in front of a colossal beautiful Trump building) and shes a bad bxtch.

Bad Bxtch Ivanka Trump

Goodlife and Trump Building

Ivanka and I

He proposed in style. And i laughed and cried and loved. I'll spare the words and details because they are our memories, and ours only. And by the way, the reson he kept kneeling and standing is because he wanted to do it when no one was near us, and people kept walking by...


After i composed myself we got in a cab and went home...

And just when i thought he had successfully rocked my world, i noticed rose petals under my apartment door.

Yes Yes yall!!!! He went all out!


He had someone come in and decorate our room while we were out. It was decked out with a ton of petals, chocolate covered strawberries, Godivas, champagne, red light...........
Ooh la la....


And we had a night to remember.


Ordinarily i would tell you all of the sexy details. But this night was so special that i don't want to share.

It was, however, simply and utterly AMAZING...

I'll be your bad bxtch

The other day i was at my parents house chatting with my young brother and blog surfing when I came across this picture on the net:

It intrigued me.

I asked my brother, "Escada; what do you think these two are doing together?"

He paused, and pondered. We both did...For a long time...And then, he answered me and i instantly understood.

He said: "they shop together."

Ah hah. Eureeka.

Like an apple that just fell on my head.

Then i thought....How fxcking perfect.

Kanye,

May i please be your bad bitch? I know you are not really into women; not romantically at least. But i can be your muse. I can be your body of art and you can look at me all you like. You can talk to me about the boys. I know about them. I can help you with them. And i won't tell a soul. We can put on a fierce show. I can be your bad bitch. I'm no newbie. I've been to Milan. I've done Spain. The thrill of walking las ramblas for the first time is already a notch on my stacked wooden stiletto heel. I don't want you for the thrill of seeing the world in your pocket. I just think can help you be you. And together we can be fabulous. I'll teach you how to stomp it out in heels, and we can chop it up about anything. Whatever you like.

Put Lola on your arm 'Ye.

Bang Bang

We'll shoot 'em

And they'll fall...

They'll fall for it...

♥Lola

L Words

So lovely,
So lovely are his words
The verbs
That get under my skin,
Make me wonder “where has he been?”
As his words make my head spin
Again,
and again…

as for now we only speak,
but these sweet nothings make me weak
make me wonder do I seek,
what he has
what I lack
and so I ask
what is so lovely about this man
to whom right now I only speak
but yet his words, they make me weak
damn, so lovely how we speak
but yet so weak,
A paradox, it seems I like him

To Like,
Another word,
Another verb
And though I know it seems absurd
That just his words
Have made me like him
Made me want to know more,
Adore,
The way that he is,
The way that he’s not,
Damn, I’ve thickened the plot.
Because right now we’re only friends
And our bond does not transcend
The rules that keep good friends at bay,
Away,
From this word, this verb, “to Like”
This cannot be alright
How could I, his friend, like him?
Better yet could I invite him
To like me back?
Or would that be
An unintentional attack
On our friendship?

As time goes by I like him more
Adore
The way he says my name
Lola...
The way he calls me baby
As he lulls to sleep
So maybe,
Baby,
I should show you how I feel
For real
Because this like, this word, this verb
No longer occurs without the presence of another L word
Lust

So now I lust after your lips
After your scent
They way you noticed how my nose is bent
Your eyes
Their size
Their shape, the color
How I wonder
What it would be like for you
To do
Those things that make me say …Ooh

At night I think
To myself
This cant be good
For my health
He’s just my friend,
Then again,
I want him

I want him in every
Single
way
I want him more
Every
Single
day
I want him to kiss
my fears
away
I want him to be
I want him to stay.
Because I love him

Damn,
I just got hit
With another word
Another verb
Another feeling
That’s got my heart reeling
Out of control
I’m feeling my soul
Be penetrated
By his touch


I want him to turn me out
To show me what he’s all about
I’m so willing
To take that route
But then again he’s just my friend
And even more,
I’m not the only one that wants him

So hither comes another word
Another verb
Another chick
Another girl who claims she loves him
She says she wants,
Says she needs,
To have him back
She begs him please
To put her broken soul at ease
To take her back
To just appease
Her needs

And though he says their love’s undone,
That she is no longer the one,
Still I wonder.
Three years she made him feel complete,
How could my love ever compete
With hers?

Still I know
That that
Was long ago
And so
I don’t sweat it
I let it just be
And just hope that you and me
Will see
What its like
To be lovely,
To like,
To lust,
To love
To be lost in that place
In a space
Where we’re free to expand
And withstand
All the shit that may be.
So baby…

Let’s just go
Just let it loose
Let’s just grow
Teach me words
Teach me secret verbs
Beginning with “L”
and I wont tell

So Lets,
Explore the alphabet
Discover words from a to z
That describe
What you and me
Have come to be

Lets
get lost,
in this Linguistic,
Lullaby,
Lets,
Allow the months to pass us by,
Lets
Cruise our way
Through May,
Please,
Rock my senses through June
July, august
And soon
We won’t even remember
that its September
Much less October…
Fuck being sobered
By the restraints of time
Just be mine
Lets move too fast
Let me be the last
To kiss you goodnight
Lets go left,
Fuck what’s right

So baby,
Hear these L’s roll off of my tongue
Because you’re the one,
And I’m here
to let you know that you’re
lovely
and I hope that one day you’ll
love me
the way I’m loving you
and I’m lusting
for you mind body an soul
because I need you
to make me feel whole
and I like
how you make me want to spit these verbs,
so baby feel me
when I speak these L words.






I wrote this for him in the beginning...And still so it is and ever shall be...
Sweet memories...

Oh what a night

So voyeurs,

Last night was nuts. My hub got totally sick in the middle of the night. I had to call an ambulance and everything!!!They took him to the hospital at about 4AM. I had to call my mom so that she could come pick up my son (which she wasn't supposed to do until friday). She came and took him back to Long Island and i headed to Montefiore with a bag full of water and sunflower seeds as per his request. When i got there he was in the ER drowsy and strung out on a stretcher. It broke my heart to see him that way. Its amazing how God teaches us lessons. One day I'm ready to claw his eyes out, the next second I'm stroking his head in a 4x6 hospital room asking God not to take him from me...please.

Turns out it wasn't too serious. He had a stomach virus. But we had a rude awakening...Life's too short...

I need him...I love him...

He got to come home after a few tests. Just when i thought we would get a little break from the baby monster, i called my mom to check on him and she let me know that he is refusing to eat. My son, at the ripe old age of 3.5 months, is stubborned just like his mama. He will NOT drink from a bottle. Strictly breast. So, he made up his mind not to take a damn sip until i came back for him. So sleep went out the window, and i went to get my hungry sunny.

I had planned to let him stay with my mother for the weekend so that i could go out with my meng (we are supposed to go see the lion king on Broadway!), and my best (to get buck and celebrate her graduation). So from now until Friday I'm on a mission to make a resilient little 15lb man suck plastic.

Wish me luck...

Silly Goose

I published a post earlier about whats bothering me today. But i took it down. I chickened out, because i read someone elses blog and she mentioned that people put too much of their business on blogs. I thought maybe that was the universe speaking to me.

Why do i always protect people who don't protect me?
I'm gonna sleep on it. Maybe i'll figure things out in my dreams...

25 Things

I've seen this done on so many blogs. My turn...
Heres 25 more things about me...

1. I had a dog named Marli. A Shih Tzu. My boyfriend bought him for me for our 1st anniversary. I loved him for 6 months. Then I realized he just wasn't getting the whole dogs-aren't-supposed-to-pee-on-expensive-things deal. And he got much bigger than i thought he would be (read as: didn't fit in bag). So i started to dislike (read as: hate) him. My mother felt sorry for him and took over. He loves her desperately and hates me now. After him i was worried that i'd be a horrible mother. But it turns out kids and dogs...totally different.

2. I have one tattoo. It says "This is what it looks like when woman is king." Its written in sanscript.

3. I want 5 more. And if i didn't plan on working in the corporate world, I would probably tattoo a sleeve...among other places.

4. I was voted most likely to succeed and best dressed senior year in HS. I got to choose, so i picked most likely to succeed for the year book.

5. I cry for everything. I was watching The Girls Next Door a little while ago, and Kendra was crying (because she was moving out of the playboy mansion)...and so was i...wtf?

6. I LOVE to go to protests

7. I used to work really hard in college so that i could be elected to represent my school in Model United Nations conferences. But secretly, the only reason i wanted to go was so that i could dress up in my hawt sexxay business wear, go shopping in the various cities, attend the big party that they threw at the end and eat at the local restaurants. The actual work was like the price i was willing to pay in order to do the aforementioned. And best believe i paid in theoretical hundreds so that i could impress my professors and be invited back for the next one.

Repping Estonia at the Harvard National Model United Nation

Working hard...

...But dressing even harder

8. On my boyf's birthday (about a year ago) I went outside to move his car (alternate side parking is a bitch) and i saw a spot down the block closer to our building. I was too lazy to go all the way around the block, so, i decided to just reverse. I was also too lazy to press the button that turns out the side mirrors. I got past 3 cars before i crashed into the other most expensive SUV on the block, ripping the mirrors off of both, and significantly denting in side of the other truck and scratching the cherry red paint right off of his brand new rover. It was my second accident in a week...(the first time i backed into a car in the supermarket parking lot...forgot to look in the mirror again...no damages though). Happy b-day baby. But i swear i'm a great driver...now

Thats it in the back...you can even see the poor mirror

9. I've been playing Animal Crossing on my wii so often that i have replaced the remote batteries 4 timed already...and i've only had it for about 2 weeks.

10. I love jamaican-style dirty freak dancing at house parties. And reggae music. But never at the club...I just sip fancy looking drinks and take tacky club photos at the club....but i break away at house parties.

My Cousin Shanice demonstrating jamaican-style dirty freak dancing at a house party

Me demonstrating tacky club pics

11. I like to go to Webster Hall in Manhattan dressed like a drag queen and dance like a mad woman all night in the 80's music room with the gay boys and other drag queens (real ones). Plus there's a stripper pole in there, and you can get buck on it all you want because its only gay boys in there and they're not checking for me any ways. I also Webster has go-go dancers and they put me in a trance.

Notice the guy to the right!!!! told ya!

12. I love summer weekends in the Hamptons

13. Expensive chocolate makes me constipated...Godiva...ugh....

14. I've never had a tall boyfriend (eg. above 5' 10")

15. I'm watching Superbad right now and it is making me laugh til my stomach hurts

16. When i was little I had hearing problems, so i used to talk really loud. Everyone used to yell at me thinking i was just pushy...until i had to get surgery to have tubes put into my ears and then they all ate shit out of guilt.

17. When i was very young i caught my parents doin' it...and it totally fucked me up. To this day i get paranoid when i go over there. I am so terrified to ever witness it again. I even walk extra loud at night just to make sure they hear me.

18. I graduated Summa Cum Laude

19. I hated the pregnancy part

20. I got a pair of Steve Madden Shoes for 3$ yesterday

21. About 2 years ago I had a tequila night with my college gals (Hey Carla) and i got pissy-twisted (naked wasted). I think i poisoned myself. Since then i have not been able to tolerate any hard liquor. Only beer. I love beer.

22. I can cook a few things really well

23. I wish had a deep voice like the girl in Superbad

24. My dream job would be an editorship at either Elle or Vibe

25. I'm sad today...