Dope......

So in my world, where I observe myself through a camera lens.....I mean my camera sux but it does the job....f*ck mirrors, I take picturess. But if I were ever beautiful enough to be immortalized on film, Dave LaChapelle would be the weirdo to do it. He is a mix of surrealism and reali life subjects plus his subjects are fellow fabulous weirdos like LiL Kim and Amanda Lepore..Love it.

Damn sometimes I miss my friend.........

SO.........

I have been "that girl" numerous times 1. Jay
2. Shaun
3. Jimmy
4. Just about every male friend in life.

Recently, I had it done to me. I mean homie was DEAD WRONG for how he disrespected wifey but damn did I have to be the casualty. ::sigh:: All is fair in love and war.

Shout out to Los.

Word??

So I am MAD late with appreciating her but I'm very finicky about jumping on bandwagons so I can be seen as "Cool and Hip" but I have to admit this girl is the ish....She is like a more melodic version of MIA (someone I was obsessed with before Paper Planes)....I remember when they were previewing her for the music that was to appear on Season 4 of the Hills, I was interested but not necessarily sold. Now the Go Hard remix with Jay-Z is pretty TUFF!!! Not to mention, she has been stamped with BK, (slowly becoming my home)....BK usually can be relied on for quality good music....plus she's fly.....I'm sensing inspiration....

Love B.

So I know what she means.......

Little Jackie "Black Barbie"

A Hole in One......

Parte Uno: So I'm sitting there minding my damn business when my goddamn skirt swallows my finger and pierces my finger with an industrial sewing needle. F*cking Juki sewing machine. I tell the student to call 911, she does...(I wish I knew her name she was fantastic).....ghetto operator picks up and has a stank attitude. I wanted to shove my newly pierced finger down her throat. Anywayz, 25 minutes later.......


Parte Dos:.......the paramedics shows up. The hilarious part about it was that one of the paramedics was REALLY freaked out. I was secretly laughing on the inside because out of everyone, I was the calmest person. I am escorted by these two gentlemen who were so cute for making me laugh. One was a Boricua, Orlando, mad cool.....We started to laugh and i suggested that they were Chuck and Larry, which was hilarious cuz apparently they had the same joke before i got there. He even made me repeat it to his girlfriend, who was adorable.....Good times man.

Parte Tres: SO.... at the hospital, this crackead cracker called one of the black employees a "nigger-monkey" for grazing his foot and not saying excuse me.....I guess that cracker didn't get the memo that a nigger monkey runs his crackhead ass life. Bitch.

Parte Tres (cont'd): "The Girl Who Clearly had Anorexia"....She was Park Ave. pretty and tall, complained of dehydration and stomach pains. When she put on her gown, it was apparent that she was 90 Lbs. Pobrecita......so her friend was very preppy and wore a flannel shirt with matching flannel socks...!?!?!....like where do you even find that??

P.S. she was a model....go figure.

Parte Cuatro: SO....my teacher tells me to stay FAR away from the sewing machine...LMFBO.....which also was SWEET but I will have an incomplete til after break, which is when she will LET me finish :-)

Moral of the Story: Next time study Graphic Design

I AM OBSESSED WITH THIS SONG!!!!!

Chris Brown lives in my wet dreams.. :-0!!

Word??

Smokey kept it dumb real. Word??

The REAL black BARBIE

Her name is Francie, and she debuted as the "colored" counterpart to "Barbie's MODern cousin", a mod-styled doll celebrating the culture in 1966. She was the first Barbie doll to exhibit a dark complexion but was mainly criticized for her lack of genuine African- American features. .... ...............

I love Yeezy but.......

SO...........

I love Kanye...for real. I think he is probably the most fascinating arrogant asshole on the planet. His style is the best in the game but.....seriously homie, have you bathed in the last week?? Besides the fact that he is dipped in red acrylic paint, the larger issue is that I envision he smells like wool now. What ever happened to the taco meat displaying, murse (man+purse) toting, clean, Yves Saint Laurent smelling (yes I've met him.....previous life) man??? It's that goddamn Lil Wayne, smh.....that little f*ck has made all rappers go grunge. The worst part is that he probably has on an outfit that costs a few stacks yet in still he didnt take the courtesy to wash his greasy face. He has replaced Jermaine Jackson as the greasiest negro in showbiz. Poor Yeezy, he needs a cold drink and a hot date.....in that case, "Where are you Yeezy?"

Moving to NY made me a narcissist...........

New York has made me a narcissist.Even though there are close to 8 million people in New York, it is rare that the residences of this great city think of anyone but their own jaded selves. Unfortunately ,since I have breathed the air here,I have caught the same infection.There are two things that make me smile besides the occasional cute child and pair of shoes and I have schemed a way to get them from different sources.The first is my love of adventure and passion, I know it sounds cheesy and lustful but hey I'm Spanish, it's in my blood. But lately, it has worn thin and become nauseating. Like no one wants to be force fed bullshit and I have an especially sensitive stomach. Usually, I'm excited to encounter a challenge and spark up a romance but like I said New York has made me a narcissist. I laugh because sometimes I can't believe the cajones that I have grown. I literaly told someone, "I am too fly for this shit." and totally meant it. I hate to be crude but I stood there the whole time picking someone apart in my mind and shaking my head because I did not feel entertained. My mind was saying, "Damn homie. In high school, you were the man homie. F*ck happen to you." But I digress. It just got me to thinking of how unacceptable it is for women to be perceived as shallow. I mean seriously, if we are to lose our looks, guys turn their heads in disgust. But what happens when we get disgusted?It was very hot and cold to say the least. I felt bad for not wanting to be as affectionate, but if I'm not interested then it will show. The whole time, I was thinking of my hair and secretly couldn't wait to get home and lay these naps down with that miracle cream. That box containing a little bucket of chemicals is God's gift to a black woman. Once again, New York has made me a narcissist.On the other hand, I have completely taken power into my own hands by granting privilege. I gave someone an offer that I figured that they don't receive very often. Therefore, establishing my own superiority and sense of being. It's like I feel as if this little dork should be grateful that I even had the thought. To be honest, I think he is fantastic and just wanted to see what would happen. My sarcasm is deadly and sometimes it can push the send button on my Sidekick before I get a chance to think it over. New York has made me a narcissist.Now the last thing that strokes my underdeveloped ego is a little more complicated. This one here is special. I did tell you that New York has made me a narcissist, right? Good, I thought so.Well, see in this case I figured that I should be the most important thing right now. I like me, she is pretty effin awesome. I mean I'm pretty cute and I smell nice. I'm clean and I know lots of stuff, like is that enough to entertain? Wrong. I don't know, this fascinating artist has a crowded mind and an even more crowded blackberry. His dreams are all the noise that he hears sometimes. Not including Tuesday and Sunday nights, see that's when his ears hear me. But that doesnt include those times when there are long trips to LA or DC. I mean Tuesdays and Sundays are good, right?Sometimes I get a whole 30 seconds, when that new amount pops up on my debit card. I think my personality is pretty fantastic and I have nice legs but I guess that doesnt get noticed under a pile of papers. Maybe my self importance is screaming through forced smiles. But then again, it could just be my pouty whining. I mean New York has made me a narcissist.

So I got *Ish on FCBK that I have never shared with the world.............................

"My type is someone I have already dated."-Lauren Conrad

Are we rolling the same dice hoping to hit it "Big"?As young women of the millenium, I'm sure many of us have already ran into our assumed "Mr. Big", in my case it is more of "He Who Shall Not be Named", but that's another story. That guy who is despised by your friends but seems to stick to the walls of the heart like gum on heels. Sexy without speaking and arrogant as all hell. But we love them anyway, even if they are emotionally unstable, drunks, cheaters, whores, bankrupt, or just plain bad news. In the movie, Carrie and Big live happily ever after but that was after 10 years, 5 other relationships, an affair, 4 breakups, a bicoastal friendship and random occurences of accidental phone sex (which can be fun :-), embarrassing, and excruciatingly awkward). I have a friend, well let's just say an acquaintance, who seems to use this fantasy as a blueprint to justify her obsession with the largest emotional trainwreck in hookup history. The man could have been filed as a dependent on her damn taxes not to mention he could not count his number of sexual partners on both hands and both feet. How did a drunken night in the corner turn into months of humiliation and emotional bad judgment, I don't know. She claims that he has a softer side that no one has seen but I get a sense that it was the harder side of him (if you kno what I mean) that she really loved. The finesse of the forbidden fruit that women gravitate and fall prey to. It's that bitch Eve's fault, women can never resist a big snake in the tree. . But what all fallicle creatures have in common is that we are all looking for the next best thing, in this case the next best thing was an uncivilized creature in a cheap dress with two overweight children napping on her chest. Poor thang, she thought they would ride off into the sunset like B and Jay in "Me and My Girlfriend". Instead, she ends up like Foxy Brown, broke and can't even get an used tissue to wipe her ass with.She has to endure the agony of every couple turned "we are going to act like we're mature" friends. Pretending to contain composure when he glows talking about his "Idiot Pre Schooler with No Soul " better known as the new girlfriend. Being reminded that no matter how many times you throw yourself in his face, he still does not believe your "The One". Sometimes a rose is simply a rose, and a jackass is just a jackass and not some poor unfortunate soul that needs to be rescued with love. The chances of changing a man are zero to none. Big has finesse and class and really was quite honest with Carrie, whereas young boys between the ages 0f 18 to well damn near 50, decide to insert their premature tools in any open jaws and legs that are open past midnight like Wendy's. Personally, I don't have ten more years of crash and burn relationships left in my already overstuffed handbag and breath defying skinny jeans. I want someone that comes with a "No Assembly Required" stamp. Just because someone still sits on your porch after you have kicked them out doesn't mean they deserve to come back in. Hell even cancer can goes into remission, doesn't mean that round two should be aniticipated. A wise man and a Hallmark postcard said that if you love someone then you should let them go and if it yours then it will come back for sure. But do you really want to go back to being a private investigator and neurotically searching anything that serves as a means of human communication? Or having to be compared to the ex girlfriend (whom he fondly remembers as the best sex of his life)? Only to return to find an old new d----.