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Tea time: (event) Where all the tea gets spilled on a load of all those funky assed, camel-backed gargoyles out there that I sincerely have issues with. So, let's get down to business. What is it about the topic of the past that people adore so much? Every time something ends abruptly or on sad or disgruntled terms, somehow, always resurfaces and it's beaten over and over again every single time you have a conversation with that person in particular. It can be a ex-friend, ex-boyfriend, co-worker, or what have you, but when something pinnacle happens in one of your relationships -- don't ever believe that you and them are going to "get over it" because you're not. It's just the way things are. It'll be that quiet, musty, I-don't-want-to-kiss-your-ass-so-I'll-slap-you-with-what-I-hate-about-us moment when you know good and well that you really have no business talking to this person in the first place. But it's like crack, you can't help but get that nonsense into your veins and feel the heat of the moment all over again. The same heat and fire that went through you when you and this person had your falling out. So you're sitting there and cannot help but have nothing in common anymore and there goes your word vomit habit, and you blurt out a "WHY?!" or some more detailed question about what the hell happened between the two of you. And it ensues... You two play at that sick, sadistic game of placing blame and experiencing revelations together. Becoming more and more upset at the fact that even though this conversation is taking place, nothing will ever change. That no matter how much you have moved on, this memory, this predicament, will always lay deep in the back of your mind causing you to further analyze every single friendship, relationship, and person you meet. Casually comparing them to who that person was and what they ended being to you. But you know what? Fuck that, okay? I think we all need to just sit down and write down all the "Go-Backs" in our lives. Sit down with a notepad and just write down every name you can think of that you just can't get over. When you're done look at their name and picture their face and tell yourself, "...their loss". Learn from what they said to you and what they did. Even if it was your fault that the two of you are no longer able to be friends, tell yourself it'll never happen that way again. You are going to be who you are, no matter what. The things you can't understand or get a grip on, throw it away. It's trash. No one keeps their trash, right? (I hope not, if you do -- click that X you nasty hoe.) You shouldn't either. There are over 8 billion people in this world, don't let ONE scag ruin your conquest to build new relationships. Even if the person isn't a scag (but I'm pretty sure they are...) don't be scared to leave them behind. Now, the issue...I cannot fathom for the life of me, WHY the saddest of all people come into contact with me and decide to pull this on me. "Why Shannon?" You know who you are. Don't even look away from the screen or go looking to type in "Facebook" or something. I have this thing where, if I do not like you anymore -- that's it. You could do something I completely despise and I promise you, you will not hear from me ever -- unless I somehow, learn of your renewed attitude or change in behavior. Yeah, that's pretty much me. You won't even hear about it. If you're lucky, I'll tell you once what you did and call it a dandy day. Then, you can sulk in your foolishness. Honestly, I can despise you for the stupidest of things, but you're still a fool -- I won't lie. Anyways, so I was laying in bed, wrapped in my blankets, comfortable and ready to pass out when I get an IM/text and it ensues. It started as a normal Hey what's up kind of conversation and then there was that assed-out moment where there was a silence. Then the "..there were a lot things wrong with us." Excuse me? But why? What is your reasoning for this Tom Foolery? Hm? Honey, this was with someone that's been out of my cluster of friends/people I consider worthy for a very long time, over a year time. So, why? Why can you not just be worthy of a real live conversation without becoming a complete idiotic juvenile? I am saddened at the fact that such a person occupied my time in the past. People, please...beware of your "Go-Backs" if they wanna talk, make up some dumb ass excuse and tell them no. And if you're someone elses "Go-Back" do not stand for their musty talk! Stand up! ------ P.S. Like the new layout? Let me know please! ;) xoxo Just thought I'd let you all know, HBO OnDemand has FINALLY updated their Sex And The City season to SEASON THREE! Woo! Go watch! I am! HBO has me finding myself in predicaments...what a decision..! I chose Dreamgirls, however; I watched SATC (Sex & The City for those losers who didn't catch on). Plus, I haven't seen Dreamgirls in AGES it seems and I like singing along and watching well, none other than Beyonce, work on her acting a bit. * So I am here in my excitingly comfortable bed, pillows, blankets, and all with a hot cup of Blueberry Green Tea and a bowl of delightfully ripe strawberries. Delectable! Speaking of Dreamgirls, have you all heard the outcome of the Hudson case? They found Jennifer Hudson's nephew dead in the white SUV they were searching for. So that is her mother, her brother, and her nephew -- all killed. How horrible is that? Really...what kind of monster of a person could do such a thing? I pray for her and her family. On a lighter note, tomorrow, I plan on making plans to visit Fountain House rehabilitation center in Manhattan sometime in November. I have to write a paper about a visit to a facility for the mentally ill. My professor says it's a pretty amazing place -- she gave us the choice of going to some places in New Brunswick and in Summit but when she said if we were really looking for an experience, to go to Fountain House -- I was sold. So yeah -- I'll be doing that. Wish me luck! Now, back to my movie... "Curtis, let me have yo' child..." Okay, Deena! Anywho..last night was cool. Not tooting my own horn or anything, but I went ALL out compared to many others at the party. I was no lie, a REAL 1940's pin-up. I was told I looked like Kate Beckingsale in Pearl Harbor. Which was what I was going for -- duh, I mean I wasn't going to be a pin-up with my Jennifer Aniston side bang and straight hair..no! But the costume was cute. My hair came out amaziiing! Thanks to ilovegerado's video on YouTube that I Googled to see what the hell I could possibly do lol. Unfortunately, it slipped my mind to take pictures.......... :slaps self: but I promise on Friday, I'll take them when I re-do it all over again for another party. ANNNNND -- today I spent the day in Manhattan-- and just happened to be in the background of a Christmas VERIZON commercial. Yeah. It's with this girl and guy and their white, Petey looking dog. It was odd..I was wondering why there was this old lamp post and evergreens on the sidewalk -- KNOWING both of those are NOT in New York.. I suppose I was too busy sippin' my latte. But whatevs. I hope they don't edit me out! LMAO. That's it for now..I have a 9:30 class and I need to sleeeeep. TTYL. There is thunder going on here and my house just SHOOK! It better slow it's roll. Anyways, I'm getting ready for this Halloween party. I'm being an army pin-up. Hey girl, hey! Pictures AND A NEW LAYOUT, coming soon. Original Video - More videos at TinyPic TOO Fierce. I can't wait to see her myself!  As I conquer the pain in my abdomen tonight, I will be designing a new layout soo...stay tuned children. <3  +  = Me being a fat kid right now. Whatever, yo! Cookies for all!!!! yum. TAKE THAT! SLAP KICK PUNCH in SARAH PALIN'S FAAACE! The format was completely foreign to me. Instead of a regular multiple choice with the question or word, it was the word or a phrase that had to be matched with an abstract phrase. It made no sense to me and to top it off there were five clustered in a section of one. I think I copied my answers down wrong on a lot of them and had no idea how to do the whole, "which word describes one of these real life scenarios/phrases" thing. My professor is currently conjuring up extra credit to redeem those like myself, who did horrible -- which were many. So, egg on his face for thinking we could really get into that. Why do we drive on a parkway and park on a driveway? Why is it that when things are wet, they get darker -- even though water is clear? Why can't our palms get tan? How come it's .25 cents extra to get something added to a burger but when you want something taken off, .25 cents isn't taken from the price? Are children who act in R-rated movies, allowed to watch them? Why isn't "E" a letter grade in school? Why does the sun lighten our hair but darken our skin? If we evolved from monkeys and apes, why are there still monkeys and apes? Why don't psychics ever win the lottery? Why is Braille put on drive-thru ATM machines? What's another word for Thesaurus? Stumped? Yeah...me too. Take your time, give me some feedback. LOL. Isn't life lovely? Beyonce is OFFICIAL. Anywho -- after all that wiggling, jiggling, and wig snatchin' that Beyonce/Sasha is displaying, I want to touch upon a topic that will have all you beautiful single ladies out there snatchin' hair pieces yourself. No matter where you are. Snatchin' at the mall, the grocery store, the nail salon, the car wash, the DMV, prison, etc. I mean really, putting Kim Jo's Hair Minagerie out of business! Making them asian seamstresses start searchin' for jobs at the dry cleaners, once again. Don't you love seeing an ex or someone you used to talk to -- but his ass never seemed "interested" and it never worked out -- months later, looking YOUR BEST, FEELING FRESH, SMELLING GEWD, WALKING WITH THAT EXTRA SWITCH? If you don't, then leave my blog right now -- alien. Anywho, that is like...the greatest. Like Beyonce states in the song, "If you liked it then you should've put a ring on it"..or in most cases, made a move and expressed yourself instead of acting like a [bscott] monkey doodle fool[/bscott]. I mean REALLY ladies, do we REALLY have time to waste on these young boys who stay trying to play games like they are really THAT CUTE? Sorry, but no matter how I much I liked any of my exes, to this day, they wouldn't be worth a second or two of my time if they came to me today and said they still feel some type of way. And doesn't it seem that they always tries to get up in your business because they did their "ex investigations" and discovered you just might be seeing someone new. Honey, PLEASE! You mad someone can do it better? That someone is possibly more intelligent and more confident in themselves that you are? That you ain't shit to me anymore!? Sorry, I need to learn to stop snatchin'. That last comment was too fierce for some. The point is, guys are so clueless. It's so funny that they think their game is so, so, soooo on point that they forget that most of us know every move they're making. We just wait and see if they, maybe, just possibly, can be man enough to grow up and get a grip. I mean, it almost always ends up, when we get a new man or a new interest -- they get MAD. And if they don't admit it, honey, they are in DENIAL. Every man gets twisted about the fact that their ex girlfriend has moved on -- even if he is with someone else. Always. Let me clear the air though, before some of you men get mad (which you shouldn't be if you grown and smart enough to not get caught up in these situations) ((and if you feelin' some type of way reading this; experiencing hot sweats, increased heart rate, rising blood pressure, and memories of intimate scenes and times of laughter and lotion and flowers and candles are flowing through your mind, you need to calm the fuck down, forreal.)) females are guilty of acting like this too. And fellas, if you have one -- ignore her ass. If you ended mutally, it shouldn't be a big deal and that hoe is just greedy; or she needs to get over it. Just like most dudes who feel this way. GET OVER IT. She did not want you, go to bed! Turn over on the cold side of the pillow, and go to sleep. I find that guys act like this more with females because of the whole testosterone thing and their idea of their ex being their property and if she's with someone new, it's an insult to his manhood. Well shit, my dude -- work on THAT. OK? She is going to do her, no matter what you think. EVEN if you two still talk -- that don't mean shit. An excuse like, "Oh I was just talking with her online the other day -- I can't believe she with another dude and she didn't tell me and had the nerve to still talk to me." Say what? No. You lose. Move on and get over it. You look real stupid. If any of you say this to me, you're getting the Apollo "Get off the damn stage" boot. Really. Ugh. Sorry asses. That's all. "Actin' up, drank in my cup.. I could careless whatcha think! I need no permission, Did I mention? Don't pay him any attention! Cause you had your turn, and now ya gon' learn What it really feels like to miss me!" Thank you Beyonce. I need to get out of county college -- seriously. See, I have this tendency to get extremely comfortable too quick, in situations that are flexible. County college? It's TOO flexible. I mean, I'm home, I only live 10-15 minutes away from the place and I find myself not waking up for class -- thinking, "Oh I have time.." and SIKE -- I really don't. And I hate being the one to walk into class late because all the hoes seem to find it interesting to just stare you down like you were just convicted of a crime, as soon as you pop in 5 minutes after class has started. And well, I don't take well to hoes giving me the evil eye IN CLASS. That, mind you, I sit in for about an hour and a half (most of the time). So, if, by the time I get there it's 10 minutes after class starts, I turn around. I don't know what it is. I am just so nonchalant about it and I know I shouldn't be. I can't help it. For one, I feel like an ass in class sometimes. Like why am I here? Most of the subject matter I already know due to having an extreme amount of time on my hands in high school -- that all I did was research, browse the internet, and am one of those people who would rather watch TLC, Discovery Health, CNN, and the science channel than MTV. Don't get me wrong -- music and entertainment is my thing but I find my outreach on the internet for that haha. Anyways, I need to go away. Perferably not from the East coast or far from NYC but I need to be gone. I have to be out of my element. I know LaSalle was a reach and didn't sit well with me and I gave up -- but LaSalle and Philadelphia didn't help me focus. My problem is my focus and I need a place that will get me focused. A place where I can be involved in what I'm learning. County college I feel, is wasting my time -- I feel like, here I am...junior year in college and I'm still at county? I'm JUST NOW taking a class (ONE), that is for my major? What is that? That's bullshit. And it honestly, just adds on to my being so nonchalant about actually going to school and having the desire to wake up and be apart of a class. And I know people say, "Oh you have to tough it out -- you have to crawl before you walk" Well, the last time I checked, a bitch takes about a year and a half at most, to learn how to walk. Why do I have to crawl for 3 and a half? I feel so stupid for being in the situation I'm now, like I'm never going to get out of school. Check this out, next semester, my advisor wants me to take BASIC SCIENCE CLASSES. WHAT! Are you on CRACK? I am a JOURNALISM MAJOR. I don't plan on writing for Science Weekly or The Environment Fo' Yo' Ass Monthly, OKAY?! Basic science = plants have chlorophyll and need sunlight to grow -- kind of class. The fact that I JUST said that, should be enough to let the crackhead advisor KNOW, that I am in no position to take a basic science class. Nor do I want to take a damn placement test -- and I'm pretty adamant about that. Why? Because it's another reason WHY county college is a waste of life. I swear they want me in there until I am 30. It's not happening. I'm finishing this semester and I'm leaving -- without that damn science class and the 342890573945 extra math classes they want me to take that, mind you, don't give me ANY credits towards my collegiate career. Yeah, NONE. I hope when Barack Obama becomes President, he reforms the education system because this shit has got to end. All this nonsense. Anyways -- I'm leaving you with some footage on Beyonce's "Single Ladies" video that SHOULD be out soon: ttyl. O__O O M G ----- Back for review: I have no idea why, but the video had me crying by the time it was over. What? Really? Wow. When they both said, "What?!" to each other -- that was it. I am applauding Bey with all of me right now. That video was amazing. Props to Jake Nava for such an amazing video as well. It is clear that Beyonce has stepped her game up about 10 levels higher than the rest as usual. I am so proud. Proud enough that I will probably be at the Today Show on November 26th to see her perform -- something I haven't done since... geez, let's see, 2005 at the Destiny's Child concert. I think it's about time I pay her respects again. Get back on my Bey game. For those who know me, know I used to be everywhere she was between 2000 and 2004; Today Show, Early Show, concert tapings, television specials, talkshows, etc. I slacked off so much, I passed up her concert last year like it was nothing. Yeah, I know -- that was shameful. You know what though? I'm feeling like this will the album that was like "The Velvet Rope" to Janet Jackson, "Stripped" to Christina Aguilera, "Ray Of Light" to Madonna, and so on and so forth. So here I am, yet again, bowing at her feet for another job well done -- exceeding all expectations. Welcome back, B. In fact, she postponed the show tomorrow -- one of them that I was to go to -- due to doctor's orders. Apparently she wanted to do it, but you know those doctors! Any who, I'm glad it's a day in advance and not 40 minutes prior to show time. Feel better Janet. As for me? Tonight, we drankin' for Von's birthday. Hey girl hey. Check out the picture I made him:  HAHAHA -- I had to. Von and I have been discussing Vlogging our crazy, funny, late night adventures to Starbucks and in and around New Jersey. Wrecking the state and all. What do you think? LOL. P.S. HAPPY BIRTHDAY VON DIDDLY!
 JANET WILL BE BACK ON STAGE ON SATURDAY, THE 11TH YOU GUYS!!!! So, the show I am going to, will be her first show since last month since she "fell ill". So I am currently heading down to Best Buy for a new and larger memory card for my camera so I can record longer videos and take mo' pictures! So Saturday, KEEP IT HERE. I will be posting pictures as the show goes on and all that goody good stuff. WOOO JANET! "Single Ladies" was premiered this morning on z100 here in New York. I don't know, they like it. I personally think it's another case of the "womp". But hey, every song I dislike from her usually sweeps the world and becomes a hit. I don't know how she does it. Take a listen: Now, my personal favorite is "If I Were A Boy". Very left field for her. The beginning is a bit, iffy but the mid-section and the end become real powerful -- I love it. I'd rather you decide for yourself though: Duffy is the shiiiiiiet! End of story.  If any of you have been to the Soup Man and tasted one of his soups, then you know what I am experiencing right now. PURE AND UTTER BLISS! Yes, folks. See, I got out of class this morning and decided to pick up a cappuccino from Starbucks for my mother. She had floor time at Coldwell Banker and I thought it'd be sweet -- being that I am an extremely amazing daughter. So I pull into the lot where Starbucks is and BAM! Soup Man is right next door and on their board of specials outside? SPLIT PEA WITH HAM! :dies: If you are anyone important -- you know I love soup, especially Potato (Panera) and Split Pea from the diner or out of my mothers kitchen. Anywho -- I had to. I just had to. There was no questions asked. So now, I'm sitting here, savoring every spoonful of this delectable soup. I wanna just...jump in this bowl and swim around... Okay maybe not that serious but you get it -- it's friggin' magical. P.S. FIVE DAYS TIL' JANET! YOU BETTER BE RECOVERED GIRL! ;) BTW - you people need to leave me some love when you visit. I see all these visitors passing by and lurking through my page. Don't think I don't know who you are. My counter tracks IPs and computers ..... I know where you live - literally. :eyes everyone: Man..She better have the world's best excuse. People are so mad right now. My boy FLEW down to Atlanta from New York to see her with his brother and what happened? 40 minutes before, not a day, not a week, she canceled and sent his ass HOME! Damn.. I know she's sick and all but TAKE A WEEK OFF AND LET US KNOW. There's no way ANYONE is better in two days -- medication or not. Add an intermission to that 3 hour show, girl. You are 42 -- not 24. Don't be mad about it. I wouldn't be. I'd have an intermission too! No way my out of shape behind is going to be dancing for some 3 hours STRAIGHT! If I can't do it at 20 she ain't doing it at 42. You are not Beyonce. Everyone knows the Holy Ghost or Linda Blair posesses her on stage to give her the power to throw herself to the floor and kick around in circles. Not you, Janet! Not you! & Thankfully so! Plus, 3 hours is a long time to NOT pee. I'm gonna need a bathroom break girl, just like on the "Discipline" album. How come you get a break on the album after like 4 songs, but you don't have a break during your show in between 37 songs? Hm? Makes no sense, idol. No sense. I know you must be anxious to hit every city with the power of Janet Jackson after seven years of Jermaine and country love -- but look, take care of what you have to take care of -- you. We'll always be here as fans. One or two shows a week is the truth. We can handle it -- but this canceling 40 minutes before the show mess? Nah. If I drive 3 hours to Mohegan Sun next Saturday and you decide that you are not going to kick ball chain all in my face -- 1 minute to a day before the show, I may have to find you in the back somewhere and personally let you know how I feel. Bodyguards and all -- because I'ma be so mad to put all them miles on my little ol' VW Bug, OK? It's only a 2007 and I'm not looking to see 20,000 miles on it until next year unless those miles meant something, Okay-kay-kay? If you would like to speak with me on this issue Janet -- click my contact link up there and let me know, girl. Just let me know. I'm here, as long as you don't have me driving up there and selling my arm, my right kidney, and my left lung, on the Black Market for some gas money -- K, girl? Thanks. May the next year be a beacon of light for you to change for the better. <3 I mean really, I didn't even know I was registered -- apparently I filled something out for college back in high school and BAM I was registered. I don't know how that happened but I am. Go figure. Anywho - it took my cousin about 5 minutes to do it. I'm sure you hoes have FIVE MINUTES. If you're here, reading THIS, you got enough time in your life to fill out a damn application, print it, and put that bitch in an envelope. Really, now. If you don't. Don't bother looking at me, talking to me, mentioning my name, or even living anymore. You have no substance if you don't vote this year. Why so harsh? Because my damn parents worked too mothafucking hard to sit in the hole they are currently in now. I remember the days when we used to actually DO THINGS on the weekends -- go out to different events in the city and around NJ; festivals and things of that sort. Now? We can't do shit but drive to Long Island and enjoy the natural festivities that God granted the surroundings. I'm sick of sitting around, not being able to enjoy the mall or enjoy events simply because we can't afford it. We have to worry about putting gas in the car or getting groceries, and all that nonsense. Things were so liveable before Bush decided to play God. Right before 9/11 my parents booked a vacation to Cozumel, Mexico for the WHOLE family. We went in March 2001 and I was 12. The next year was hell. Each year since, has gotten worse. I used to be able to afford concerts -- for those who know me, know concerts are a passion of mine -- I went to the VMAs in 2003 because my parents had a surplus from a job my father did and decided that'd be my Christmas present. They spent $375 for the three of us to go. The last concert I went to -- I didn't even pay for. I saw Destiny's Child in 2005 and my father's friend paid for me, mother, and his daughter to go. I would'nt have seen that concert if he hadn't done that. It's been 3 years since. I passed up Beyonce & Robin Thicke, Alicia Keys, too many people. I mean, I'm just sick of it. I am shelling out money, that I shouldn't feel guilty for spending because it's my own hard earned money, to go see Janet Jackson next week. The point is, people should'nt live this way. This is America. If people work, hard and honest jobs, they should be able to live comfortably. They should'nt feel guilty when they decide they'd like to enjoy their earnings once in awhile. I honestly, feel guilty for spending this money when I know I could save it and put a couple tanks of gas in my car -- or pay off more on my car next month. But fuck it. I'm not going to put myself through hell, to enjoy myself. That's why you should vote. So, we don't have to live like this anymore. The honest, hard-working Americans of this country deserve better. BA-ROCK THE VOTE! Hahahahahahahaha! Now, down to actual business. I want to tell you a horrific story about what happened on Tuesday at work. Some of you may already be aware of the fact that I am an After-Care counselor at the YMCA and everyday from 2-6:30 I, along with a supervisor and another assistant watch about 30 kids at a local elementary school. I've been working with the Y for a year and some change -- this year I'm at a totally new school with new kids. Whatever. So I get to work Tuesday -- the first one there. I'm sitting down getting their snack ready, I get a voicemail that my supervisor isn't coming in. Okay -- fine. They're sending a sub a little later on. WELL. If that wasn't a billboard for everyone to act completely INSANE and ANIMALISTIC..I don't know what the hell happened. I was assaulted. Yes, I was a battery victim of a 5 year old. I was punched, slapped on the arms, kicked, and get this... BITTEN. Yeah. Last time I checked, I didn't apply for this. I didn't apply as "Delicious Entree with a side of chicken wings and gravy", K? Look at this bruise --  I mean -- WTF?! Really now. I was just walking along, escorting some children to the bathroom when ol' boy passes me and goes "STUPID GIRL.. *KARATE KICK*" Well if that wasn't the most heroic showcase of my ability to contain myself, I don't know what is. I was so ready to string this boy up somewhere. And don't give me any damn "oh he's little he's a boy blah blah.." LOOK AT MY LEG! And not only did he attack me numerous times, he attacked my co-worker, and pushed, punched, and knocked out about 6 - 10 other kids. HORRIBLE.So, I called my boss and his behind was sent home. His mother came early. And you know what she did when she got to the school? NOTHING. "Oh come on sweety..let's go." Nah. Nope..see. I would've embarrassed him infront of EVERYONE. My child would've been beat with a chair, a plate, his bookbag, legos, coloring books..whatever was available. Not a damn pat on the back and a "hello honey" hug. I cannot stand parents sometimes -- especially these days. It's all about not hitting your kids and negotiating with them. You know what? Nobody negotiated with my ass -- I just got slapped in the back of the head. My brothers? They got every spoon, ladle, broom handle, colander, etc in the kitchen across their heads, behinds, backs, arms, whatever my moms aim claimed. I remember I stayed out REAL late when I was like, 11 years old -- thinkin' I was the shit. Yeah, well when I came home around 12:45 my mom opened the front door and I swear, knocked all of my memories from the summer after 5th grade out of my skull. Still to this day I cannot even begin to tell you what happened between elementary school and middle school. Now though, it's "Do you know what you did wrong?" "Yes" "Don't do it again, okay?" "Okay" :GOES TO KICK YMCA COUNSELOR AGAIN: Yeah right. Next time I'll be jobless. I really don't care -- as long as she shows up healthy, fresh and so clean on October 11th and 16th. She is crazy for making these dates so close together though. I mean check out the tri-state dates: 11th in CT, 15th in NJ, and the 16th in NYC. A three hour show booked so close? I dunno. If I was her, I would've taken my sweet ass time. Maybe two shows a week, going to the spa and playing some bingo on my days off, things a 42 year old may do. Who knows? Oh well. Whatever, though. Feel better J. Anywho - on a more life changing tip, I dyed my hair. Yes folks, I did it. I am now a "deep mocha", a complete brunette -- although, this color is a great deal darker than my natural hair but I absolutely LOVE IT! When I got out of the shower and blew my hair dry, it was such a "OMFG WTF LYL TTYL BTCH" moment. I was in the middle of talking to my friend "Leo" and I just couldn't pay attention -- I had to apologize and he said, "I figured you were GIVING it to the mirror." You damn right I was. Ugh, I just couldn't get enough L'Oreal swishes out of it. Forget being worth it, hoe. I am it. Here's a picture:  !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'll leave you with that -- give you guys some time to take it all in. LMAO. I'll be back later to fill you in on some more CRAZINESS that occurred this week -- so far. :S P.S. You like those bliks? (the birds, for you folks OUT of it) They're amazing. I feel so retro/chic. |
