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 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. Not good you guys, not good at all. I MUST SLEEP! Ahhhhhhhh!  10 of these Shepard Fairey stickers -- the "PROGRESS" ones are all sold out so I've settled for the "HOPE" ones. However, I did find the shirt with "PROGRESS" and I bought that too.  Yeah, the one Beyonce was caught wearing in the city. You can't deny that it's probably the hottest Obama shirt out there, though.  Yes, hoes -- it has finally come. My tickets to see the one and only, Miss Janet Jackson or Mrs. Dupri (who really knows these days?) which ever you prefer, live and in concert, FINALLY have arrived in the mail! After all these years (15 years to be exact) of hoe-ing around and loving every second of the woman, I am finally defying all the odds that kept me from any and every venue she inhibited in the past years and saying, "To hell with all you haters and evil do-ers that refused me a ticket to her past shows!" I will be up in that bitch hardcore on October 11th at my first ever, Janet Jackson concert at the Mohegan Sun Arena in the C-T! And ending it in none other than the greatest city in the world, NYC..on October 16th at Madison Square Garden (those tickets aren't in yet). Anywho - I needed to get that excitement and bitchassness out of my system. It's currently 4A.M. and I really should be asleep since I was up extremely early for, which turned out to be, no apparent reason, yesterday morning. As far as the other events in Hurricane Passion aka my life, um.. nothing too exciting. I got that job at Universal Music Group for next semester! Yesss! Which means, that I will not be working at the YMCA come next January - *thanks the Lord* Sorry, but it is time to go! That job is just not cutting it for me. A year and I'm still at $8.50 an hr? Honey, no. Just no, no, no like Destiny's Child. I was offered a job to cater events on weeknights and some weekends at $15 an hr. And I'm not stupid - you will find me bringing you your plate at your next catered event. Steak or chicken, ma'am? See, I'm already great. So that's it for now -- I'm hitting the pillow. Night! P.S. <3's 4u. ;) Reading through the book briefly, struck me with the idea of attempting to freelance a little, or atleast try to. Some places pay $50 a word. A WORD! Really now? I mean gosh. Some even do not mind if your grammar is scarcely correct - as long as you have a focus and can form a sentence, they will do the rest. So, maybe I will take a stab at it. Until the later part of the year, though. I have an upcoming interview in December to work at Universal Music Group during my spring semester (thanks JP!). I was supposed to interview today for a college credit internship this semester but my academic advisor had different plans and told me it was already too late in the semester for me to start a credible internship. Whatever, MCC. That school loves to keep it's reputation as the enormous thorn in my side. Transferring cannot come any sooner. Where are you Fall 2009?!
rootbeer float and sang sonny and cher haha. -- Sent from my T-Mobile Sidekick® okay okay - here's #2: As I sit here, feet dangling over the rugged edges of this weather-beaten and aging wooden plank, I smell the sweet, enriched, and cool air as it soars through me. I taste the salt on my lips as the rolling, rushing, ripping tide tosses remnants of itself towards me from below. The moonlight above admires it’s reflection on the open and vast sea, giving the water the gift of life. The horizon begins to shimmer in all of its glory, awakening my soul and comforting my eyes. My fingers dig into the rotting wood and my legs cross. I lean over, wondering, if I could ever feel as alive as this scene. I have this "Feature Writing" class this semester and we do these "Show Don't Tell" things every week. It's basically writing about something, someplace, someone, etc and you never say what it is, where you are, what exactly is happening -- instead you describe what is going on; making the reader feel like they are there and then letting their imagination take over and fill in the rest. I'm going to be posting mine and I want you guys to guess what I'm talking about. Fun, right? I think so. So here's Show Don't Tell #1: Her palms are sweaty and the beads of impatient sweat drip from her brow. All she wants to see is him. Instead she succumbs to her presence in the mirror, her eyes slowly meeting up with those of her reflection, she attempts to exude whatever confidence her body and mind can find. Her fingers fumble to grasp the jewelry in her hand, let alone clasp them around her neck and wrists. The chatter of voices echoes and resounds within the room, the clicking of heels and bustling of the bodies in the hall pushes her more to make her entrance. She reaches out, her hand trembling as if the room were frigid. The sweat on her hand makes her lose her grip the first try, however the second, she succeeds and turns the handle as slowly as possible. Unsure of what she will witness, she goes for it. Her heart is pounding and she feels as if everyone can hear it. But through the door and into the hall she emerges, a flawless vision in white. Eyes are all on her as the world then stops and the ever-lasting volume of silence and awe take over the household.  Celebrating my 200th post right now -- I just bought my second ticket to see the one and only Miss JACKSON in concert. This time, it's for the show before Madison Square Garden at the Mohegan Sun Arena in Conneticut on October 11th! :dies: I am TOO excited. Two Janet shows within 7 days! October 11th and October 16th. She is going to be giving me TOO much, I can just see it now. Ugh - I LIVE!  I have pictures guys!! So, many of you know from my previous post, that my brother was married yesterday in an amazing and beautiful ceremony in Jersey City at the Liberty House restaurant. Here's a link to my flickr album of most of the day: Greg & Kristin's Wedding Enjoy! ;) Wish us all luck! I'll be sure to show pictures! <3 ttyl. Her tour started on Wednesday night in Vancouver, BC and she basically shit on EVERYONE to ever grace a stage - besides her brother. I mean - how you going to perform songs that hardly ANYONE knows from 1982 and get a crowd reaction like this: Hm? Answer me that. She's 42 and dances like this: What?! That doesn't even make sense. I can't even dance like that at 20! Anywho -- the moral of this story is, Janet is the best and everyone else needs to take heed. They may have hated in the past because of the Superbowl, drop in sales, and this that and the third -- but guess what? WHO FUCKIN' CARES?! What matters in the end are the people who support you and what you deliver them in the end and if this is just a tip of the iceberg than call me the Titanic. I can't wait til I am up in that. Haters, go home! WOOO! For one, Rihanna was suffering from convulsions and memory loss. Her eyes were rolling in her head, she stopped singing in sections and then she was whispering and her vocals were making me gag! And don't come for me and say, "Oh she was doing that because of "Disturbia" and the video." Bitch, please! No. She did not look like that in the video - and as far as I can remember, she was not, NOT singing on certain parts and whispering in the song. So, egg on Rihanna's face for thinking her shit was rocking. Womp, womp. Britney Spears.... I don't even need to speak on that. I will say though, she did not deserve any of those three awards handed out to her. 'Cause that's what a VMA is nowadays - a hand out. Talent is absent at the shows post 2001. Only a few talented folks slip through the velvet ropes and show up and give the show credibility once in awhile. Folks who were NO WHERE to be seen last night - such as Beyonce, Justin, or the two graces of hope that were there last night, P!nk and Kanye. The rest of the talent is either banned or boycotting such a phony, substanceless show; Janet, Mariah, ... y'know, the icons and living legends. Anywho - moving on from such remorseful topics, I started school last week. Hoorah! There was a huge skeptical going on the first day, however. My classes never registered so I had to re-register and by the first day the classes I had chosen were unavailable. Therefore, leaving me with an almost impossible job of finding a whole new schedule of open classes that would benefit me. After three hours in the registrar, I found four classes that brightened my day; Child Psych, Psychosocial Rehab/Psychiatric Rehabilition, Feature Writing, and Philosophy - Logic. So far, I've only been to Child Psych and Psych Rehab. Both are pretty awesome if you ask me. So awesome, I've decided to become a journalism/psychology double major. Hey girl, hey! It won't be set in stone until I catch up with ALL of my missing credits. :snore I'm telling you, I'll be in college forever. Whatever though. On another good topic, my cold is getting better. I've started taking antibiotics that my dentist gave me for my infected wisdom tooth because my throat started getting sore and I started coughing up green - sorry for the details but whatever. Haha. Anyways - green means infection so I started poppin' them amoxies! Along with the tylenol and benedryl. I'm pretty set to go now though. I was afraid I'd still be sick for the wedding Saturday but it looks well and bright for the big day. Even for Wednesday - my grandparents are arriving from Florida and staying at our house for two weeks. I'm soooo excitedddd. <3 when they come up. My pop is so 'hood. On the real. You ain't nevah met another g-pa like mine! Forreal, forreal doh' - I gotta go take a nap. I have work at 2:30 and I'd like to get some shut eye before I see them childrens. LATER. It's all the kids fault. &*%^&#W@%$&*)!!!! P.S. You see my fund has already grown! Yeaaah. That's what selling old college books gets me - books that I didn't even pay for in the first place. Financial Aid is a blessing. Thank you Saint Janet Jackson. But yes, I am back from the Hamptons. It was rather relaxing - minus Saturday when my father took us all out on the boat - fishing. Now, I get seasick so I never ever go; I also HATE fishing. However, my mother gave me some of her Bonine the night before (it prevents seasickness) and it worked. But it was boring, smelly, and IT POURED. OMG. I felt like I was in the Perfect Storm - it wasn't nearly as bad; Infact it wasn't bad at all but to me, it was horrible and scary. Thank Saint Janet though, because Sunday and Monday were JanSent and were beautiful beach days. I got my tan back - hooray. For some odd, bootleg reason my tan from a WEEK out there, went away and I started looking like my situation - sickly. Womp womp. Whatever though - I am forever sunkissed - til' the wedding that is. Don't know if I ever mentioned it prior to now, but my brother is getting married on the 13th of September and I'm a bridesmaid. Hey girl, hey.  So yes, I need that healthy tan and a bright face.In other news, I've started a Puppy Fund. The past couple of months, I've been researching Chow Chow breeders and I've found this kennel farm in Ohio - this couple who breeds them. They own a bunch of gorgeous Chow's and the testimonial pictures and messages were so promising. The features of their dogs are very noticeable and healthwise, are ideal. I looooove the breed and think they're the most adorable dogs - next to Yorkies. haha. I mean how can anyone pass up this little guy? That's the kind I hope to get. A male cream, chow chow. Wish me luck. :DD!! So, you too, can watch my fund "grow" I'm adding a side section that watches the progression of my fund. My goal is atleast, $1000. Which will cover, the dog, the gas to drive to Ohio, and the rest of the veterinary shots and nuetering. :) I can't wait. TTYL. B T W - - I still have MAX my Yorkie. & A new puppy in no way, replaces him. It's just he's 9 now and I figured a new puppy would be nice not only for him to have some company but also to spunk up the house lol. -- Sent from my T-Mobile Sidekick® If they are negative, I have to go in for cryo-freezing surgery (or whatever he said it's called) to freeze all the surface cells off my cervix - to clear and kill them. He said, most likely, that the cells never grow back the same. However, if the inside cells test positive, I have to get a conization biopsy where they cut out a rather large, cone-shaped chunk of the cervix, test it, and then re-test with a pap smear a couple of months later to see if the cervix grew back uninfected (he said almost all cases grow back normal and the cells are clear). Fun, huh? My doctor also told me this is, more than likely, the result of genetics. My mother had cervical cancer and unfortunately, when they discovered her abnormal cells - they were already cancerous and growing. The procedures did not work and she had a total hysterectomy after I was born. Lucky for me, these cells still have two levels to worsen before they turn cancerous - which my doctor said, is preventable with both the cryo-freezing and conization procedures. So, I start yet another nerve-wrecking experience this year. I'm starting to wonder if it's ever going to end? If I am ever going to be able to just fall asleep at night without wondering and suffering from all this anxiety? I'm only 20 and while most my age, deal with what parties to go to, if they're going to drink and screw somebody tonight, what classes to take, if they should skip class or go play video games with their friends, who they're going to hang out with tonight -- I'm sitting here wondering if I'm going to get better? Am I going to be able to stay focused on my classes and work while I have to go for all these tests and procedures? I've already lost a complete semester because of the start of this whole "abnormal cells" situation. I was misdiagnosed twice and left in the dark for three and a half months. Now, I just feel like there is no point in trying to do anything until this is all finally over. I'm so stricken with anxiety, I can't bear to imagine just going ahead and living normally. My mind runs circles around this situation every second and it hasn't stopped, all year. I guess I'll be alright, though. I've made it this far. I was awed and honored tonight as I watched a moment in history occur. Not only did this man display modesty and humility, but he painted a picture of promise, principle, and progress for prosperity in this great nation of ours. If you have yet to register to vote, do it now. Come November 4th, this man is chosen one for the job. After tonight, the answer could not be anymore clear, Vote Barack Obama for President.  Well, atleast I will be laying down. I'm only going for a cleaning, to show off my wonderful wisdom tooth-less mouth, and a filling. Apparently I have a very tiny cavity in the fourth tooth to the right of my front bottom two. Can you picture that? If you can't - here's some help:So yeah. Once I get out of there, I have about 4 hours to nap, if I idyllically get out of the dentist's office by 9:30. I have a dreaded female doctor appointment at 2:15. Womp womp. Apparently, they received my biopsy results - finally. Yeah, the biopsy I had TWO AND HALF MONTHS AGO. Even though homie told me within a week and a half, they didn't receive them until a month and a half later. So, I don't know if that is necessarily something I should be worried about or something I should be desperately wanting to shank someone about. Either it means they had no idea what they found and tested the sample over and over and had a bunch of doctors staked out in the lab painstakingly trying to discover what it is I have, or they just decided to take their sweet time and put my chunk of flesh in a line with a ticket that just so happened to have a rather large number on it. I haven't the slightest clue. But whatever. Wish me luck though. If I have cancer, I don't know if you'll ever see my words stretched across this page again. So, pray my fellow friends - pray to Saint Janet Jackson that my health is indeed, in the free xone. Til then...toodles. Technorati Profile I also made a new profile section and added a new song "This Bird" by Solange (Great album, if you're interested). I'll be back in the morning to post an entry. 'Nite. Of course, I am speaking of my lack of updates. Between my vacation, my surgery, and my issues following the use of Vicodin I've been an invalid to writing. And before anyone jumps on the, "OMG She's popping pills now?" wagon - stop that thought. Haha. I simply had a bad temporary reaction to the medication and basically it made me feel like a huge pile of nothing. It was weird. I'll devulge later after I re-design the site. Til' then throw out any of your own bottles of painkillers and relax. I'll regain cntr0l soon. ;) LOL I had a rather fun and fabulous birthday. I got my hair done and hung out at my aunts salon afterwards. We were done. We really were. Between the champagne and shots - we were ovah. OK? Haha. Then we all went to eat at this restaurant in Staten Island called DoSi. It was really good and the waiter was really trying to get me on my way to the bathroom to wash my hands. He basically escorted me there - like I didn't know where the bathroom was. Even though there was a hugely lit sign that said "restrooms". I don't know. I suppose he figured that I could not read. Whatever. He was a little cute though, I won't lie but brains, manners, and common courtesey, beat looks anyday and he had none of the aforementioned. He lost. He even came for my aunt. Telling her how beautiful I am and she was like, "aww isn't she??!". The first time he did that, I was embarrased infront of our table and the table next to us who, for some reason, felt like they were there for my birthday as well, and I just smiled and politely said "thank you". Then he did it a second and third time and kept giving me this corny smile - ugh, I was so ready to deck him with my fork. Whatever though haha. Anywho - Thank God for Wi-Fi right now! This no service business would kill me all week. Jeez. But um, yeah..I'm going out with my brother. I'll be back laterrrr holmes. Anyways, I'm excited I guess. I have no idea what I'm going to do - everyone I shot ideas to has basically been ass and mia. Whatever. I'm going to Staten Island tomorrow morning to get my hair completely transformed. And I mean it. COMPLETELY. It'll be about three shades lighter, heavily layered (I'm growing it out, but I want it to be layered a lot by that time) and I don't care what anyone wants to do with me. Why? Because it's my birthday and I am always solid on planning for such events and well, no one thinks twice so neither will I. I'd rather go out with my mother, aunt, and her friend (who also celebrated her birthday on July 7th - hey cancers hey!). Anyways - I'm going to indulge myself, alone. The next time we meet, I'll be 20. Aurevoir! That is all. TRY AND CATCH THE RE RUN OF THIS EPISODE! Janet's music is MAKING this whole show. OKAY? Fanny Pack KILLED "All Nite (Don't Stop)" :bows: wooo
Really, it is. -- Sent from my T-Mobile Sidekick® Anywho, we have a great deal to discuss; I've been lazy and haven't updated on anything that has been going on. First things first - I am jobless, still. I'll find a job soon, I know I will; I always do but I am so sick of ass-end jobs where I either stand around and deal with the lunatics of the public or sit around cleaning after stupid ass losers. Sorry to be so blunt, but my past jobs have been those and well, I was pretty fed up. NO RETAIL and I refuse to sit at a desk all day looking at my reflection on the screen or building a caluse on the middle finger of my right hand from writing all day. Ew. Not happening. At this point I may just look for a daycare job. I am pretty sure places will hire me when they see that I work for the YMCA doing aftercare. So, we shall see what comes of my job hunt soon enough. Last weekend, I went out to Montauk for the 4th and well, it was quite disappointing. It rained ALL weekend -- which it hardly ever does. However, that weekend, which I had also invited my friend Renata to come out for some beachin' and pimpin' on my dad's boat, Mother Nature decided to make the skies above cloudy and gloomy all day and pouring rain at night. The only decent night was actually the 4th, Friday. It was nice out, the sun managed to peek out here and there. There was no sunset, by the time the sun started going down the fog started coming in. Anywho, that night my brother and future sister in law, took me and Renata to dinner and this little place on the beach called Sunset Saloon; guess who sat right by us? Molly Shannon! Yeah, SUPERSTAAAAR! It was so cool - I was so suprised. I don't see many "celebs" out there. I've only saw Paul Simon and Mercedes Ruehl so far and I believe I'm the only one out of all my friends who would actually know those two..haha. But it was cool seeing her enjoying herself. She had her two kids with her - they were really cute, playing in the water and whatever. So yeah, it rained -- me and Renata hung out with my brother a lot -- and his friends out there. As far as I've seen, the only thing for people my age that live out there, to do is 1. Drink and drink a lot 2. Smoke weed, a lot of weed & 3. Surf . Out of the three, I only drink. But I don't drink as much as they do, by far. I believe they get trashed -- and I mean, completely obliterated, every single night. I'd presume that I'd be dead within a week if I tried to live that lifestyle. So - not for me. Even though my brothers friend is, in my opinion, painfully gorgeous. :dies: I'd never go for it though, haha. I would feel kind of weirded out -- he's really close with my brother...I dunno..just, ew. haha. Moving on, Renata had to be back in Philly Sunday night so we left Long Island Sunday morning. On the way home, I was charging my sidekick because we stayed in the trailer, not on the boat with my parents, and the trailer wasn't hooked up to electric so I couldn't charge in there. By the time I got to the Verrazanno Bridge I realized my dead sidekick still hadn't turned on from when I started charging it TWO and a half hours earlier when we left Montauk. By then, I was like, "WTF!?" So when i got home I unpacked and plugged it into the wall charger -- still nothing. I almost started crying. My poor baby had DIED. Can you believe it?? It was only 10 months old -- not even. So I rushed it to the T-Mobile store in the mall and they said -- "Oh, call this 1-877 number for support and they'll send you a new one by Wednesday.." Sure enough, I was still under warranty since it wasn't a year old and I have insurance on it so Tuesday morning my new child arrived all shiny, smooth, and beautiful as ever. Those two days without my kick, though, were SOO hard. I never realized how bad my addiction was until it died on me. It's really bad, haha. Oh -- it's singing "Rock With U", I got a text. On that note, I'm going to end it here. I'll probably write tomorrow -- there are a couple more things I'd like to get off my chest as well so, be there or be square. dust -cycle -organize -design. I'll be redesigning the blog soon due to the lack of updates as of late. So I figured I owed it to the readers - if any. haha. So - yeah, hopefully tomorrow since I'm home all day. I have some ish to tell you guys too. til then, be safe. outtie 5000! My room was cranberry red (paint by Ralph Lauren, lol) and the slanted walls and ceilings were an off-white french canvas (it had turned a bit yellow-ish overtime). Anyways, there were collages on my walls, and just a great deal of clutter and old furniture. Haha. So, not last weekend, but the weekend before my parents bought a new bedroom set and that's when it sparked in me to take their furniture and upgrade my way of life within my room. I had my bedroom set since I was two (its a really nice set, it truly is but I'm going to be 20 in 21 days and well, it's time for a mothafuckin' change, okay?!) and by Lexington - but I need a bigger bed. That bed was twin and everytime I would throw myself on the bed or roll over in my sleep I'd basically come close to falling off the damn bed. Not cute. I took my parents furniture (which included a QUEEN bed, UPGRADE!) and painted it black. I decided that I would paint my room a pale grey-ish/silver and keep the color scheme to black, white, and grey/silver. It took me three and a half days to paint the entire room - afterall, I had to paint over RED. That was a challenge in itself. While doing that, I decided that eventually I would go back to the paint store and buy metallic wash in silver and sponge two walls and the ceiling to add an effect to the room (didn't do that yet -- whenever i get a new job for the summer I'll get back to that lol 23 BUCKS A QUART - say what?!). Anywho- I finally finished painting and went out and bought a new queen sized mattress and it's heaven if I may add. I used one of my brothers old quilts and sheets for a couple nights til I decided what exactly I wanted on my bed and in my room. I decided on the modern, yet vintage damask design:  The challenge? Finding it. LOL. So last Saturday, mother and I travelled all over creation looking for items for my room. In HomeGoods, I found a silver foiled mirror with black damask designs on the outside edges, very chic. I found a mirrored jewelry box with again, black damask designs on it. Tre chic! And a damask designed throw quilt to cover my window seat cover.Now seeing all this damask all over I figured, hey, why don't I stencil it on the walls in the metallic silver. So, that's what I'm going to do. It'll look a bit like this:  I thought it'd be cute. But yeah. I finally, after many returns at Target, TJ Maxx, and Marshalls, found a summer quilt in black and white damask that matched the throw quilt on my window seat. PERFECT! I also bought a black and white damask throw pillow and fortunoff and....well, didn't return two black pillow shams to Target that belonged with a previous purchase - but they didn't notice so I didn't say anything. LOL. Aaaand I found a third matching pillow sham for the quilt. Hooray. My bed is complete until the fall lol. In Bed Bath & Beyond, my mother found black and white curtains that are to die for. Just fabulous. The only thing that was missing was a hint of color and greenery. So again, I went to my trusty friends at Target and bought a vase for $20, some black stones, two grasses, and an orchid. It looks rather lovely. So basically that's where I've been. Now I need a redbull after writing that up. lol. TTYL. Anywho, just to update you guys on additions to the site, I added a link in my links section. It's the I, Janet letter from a 2002 issue of Essence magazine. It pretty much sums up why she's a the greatest. No really, it does. I realized the other day that I didn't have it in my links so I went and added it. I am also going to add another blog I am currently working on with a few other people. It's a freelance design project that I put together to maybe, possibly, design things for merchandising, etc for her upcoming tour. Afterall, her label is not involved with the tour so I figured it'd be a huge, loving gesture from fans, to help try and create things for her. Who knows if it'll be seen let alone be used for anything other than fans printing this stuff out and putting it on their shirts themselves -- it's a fun project so yeah. The blog will give people an opportunity to glance at different things the 5 or 6 of us are working on. It will also give others that I may not know of, the opportunity to join in and the ability to create additional pieces. So, keep an eye out for that -- it should be up by next week the latest. ;) Here's a little something I'll show you for now:  Just a little taste of bigger & better things to come. So, I broke my promise to myself in a way, tonight. I said I was going to be good and not want anything. Well, I lied -- atleast in my own personal, freaky, hot, thoughts. I want it. Badly. I didn't get it though. I was replaced for a good nights sleep. Ain't that some shit? LOL! Who sleeps?! -- Okay, so what I'm an insomniac -- who cares. Still, it does not dissolve the fact that sleep is overrated and well, sex & heaven is so much betta. Hey girl, hey. Damn..so much for my celibacy, too. I am just on a roll aren't I? I need to take some anti-libido pills or something. Do those exist? If they do -- click the "Info" tab at the top and e-mail/instant message me some information or any kind of activities that you know of that can help me out in this everlasting time of "would you mind (off Janet's All For You album -- get into it)". Anyways, let me tell you all what happened this weekend. So, basically Friday -- after my biopsy and listening to everyones personal issues I fell really ill. I don't know if it was just the experience or the bleeding that I had -- or the nitrate sticks my doctor used to clot the areas -- but yeah, I felt like complete shit. I was naustious, dizzy, tired; it just was not good. So I fell asleep from 6 until about 2 AM. I woke up and did laundry, packed my bag (for Long Island), showered and just stayed bored til 5AM when my mother and future sister-in-law woke up. We then left for the Hamptons Saturday morning -- I sat in the back of my bug, with Max my dog (a Yorkie) - what an asshole he is on car rides. It's like he doesn't know what to do with himself and just acts like a total retard. I love him to death though..just not when I am trying to sleep on the ride out and he's jumping all over my face. So, yeah once we got out to South Hampton we stopped at the Princess Diner and ate breakfast and then went to the Mini Cooper dealership because my mother swears she is getting one of those cars. She wanted to test drive it so she got all excited when they had a white one with black stripes because that's basically her dream Cooper. LOL. It was a pretty cool car. It's like a little go-kart. It's really fun to drive. AMAZING on gas too. I kinda want one LOL. Afterwards, we shopped in Bridgehampton and then drove out to Montauk and went to the beach with some lunch in our bags. The beach was beautifuuuuul! I was so happy to be in the sun, with the sand under my feet and the heat from the sand coming through the blanket I was laying on. It was amazing. At about 4:00 my brother txtd my sister in law and told her him, my dad, my other brother Jeremy and the guys on the boat would be at the yatch club in 20 minutes ( they were in a shark tournament). So we drove on over and watched them come in on my dad's boat, the Shannon D. yeah yeah. My father named the boat after me! I was soooo besides myself when the announcer kept saying the name of the boat - I was like, "Yeah, yeah...that'd be me...Shannon D -- that's my dad's boat!" Meanwhile the dumbass hippie in front of me was like, "Shannon D? What's that stand for Shannen Dogherty?" Like, what? Are dumb, deaf, and blind? THAT'S ME! Losers. Anyways- they caught a 125 lb Mako shark; the only one caught that day....so far. Then this other boat came in at like 4:58 with a 175 lb Mako and won our 250,000 dollars. $250,000!!!!!!!! That makes NO sense. I was so mad. That could've been like 20 tickets to 20 different Janet shows. Fuck them, yo. Whatever. I went to bed early that night -- 9pm. And?! Fish suck. So, today I had that biopsy done - which basically, left me traumatized for life. I don't have cervical cancer but still, the procedure and watching my doctor hack pieces of flesh out of me on a magnified screen made me feel so little. And now, I have to sit and confront other peoples issues.. like..what? Today? Of all days? Y'know.....I don't know. I really thought things were getting better. Then again, it is Friday, the 13th. The beach was beautiful today, however... So watch my fellow Janet fan speak about the issue and why people need to GET INTO THIS: I went to the WHACKEST party everrrrrrrr. EVER! I drove all the way over to Kean University to this party my friend who I went to elementary school with (whack!) and it was like the worst decision of the week. I brought DaVon and Renata with me since I haven't seen both of them in awhile and Renata is going to Cali on Saturday (tomorrow?) so I won't be seeing her for a good while. So dumb of me though. We left quick. My other friend Valentino was there (we used to talk back in like, junior year of high school -- he got hooked quick and dropped quick; le sigh) and that still didn't keep us in the area. We were Outtie 5000 super fast. Then I dropped them off and went to Rahway to hang out with Ralph, Chris, Joe, Kevin, and Terrel. It ended up being me, Ralph, and Joe on the sidewalk -- reminiscing about old television shows that we miss (In Living Color, Blossom, Family Matters, All That, ParentHood, etc.). Afterwards was a suprise. I hung out with Eddie. :shakes head: (the ex by the way). It's not a bad thing -- I know I just made a previous post about him because someone made me bring his name up and blahzy blah. But yeah, we went to Dunkin' Donuts and hung out til' 4:30 in the morning. It was nice. I swear I'm going to be good this time. Nothing is going to happen and I can promise that. I have to learn self-control, especially with him because I know if I want something, I can get it. That knowledge alone is my downfall and his depression, so I'm going to fallback and just let it be casual and friendly. He doesn't deserve the pain nor do I want to inflict it. Now however, I'm going to get the little nap I can afford before I leave to go to the beach for a couple of hours with Renata and Jen (I think?) til' 12:30. Then it's my dreaded doctor's appointment at the gynecologist. Aw hell! Yes, the gyn. I have to get an evil colposcopy (a biopsy of the cervix; to check for cervical cancer since it runs in my family). :CRIES: I am so scared. I may pass out -- everyone who has had one says it hurts and I am afraid, 1. of the pain and 2. of kicking that poor man in the face. -- trust. because I will if I feel the need! Wish me luck and a tan -- I need to get something out of the day before I semi-die. Arrivederci! (spelling?!) LOL! No, really though, I brought up the one thing I've been over for like, a long time now. OK - maybe not completely over, but mostly over. A guy - yes. I honestly, don't know why I get the way I do when someone brings up his name -- because I really don't have any real "feelings" left in me anymore, besides reminscent feelings; what we "had" as in the far past - very far past. I constantly (when he comes up) despise the situation that happened between us. Everyone thinks its so unfortunate, even my own mother. I mean there wasn't any fault on either side, just a lack in, hm... what's the best way to put this? A lack of reciprocity. As soon as I felt I wasn't getting back what I gave -- it fell apart. I guess I let it get that way, but I nipped it in the bud -- or atleast that's what I aimed to do. However, things didn't change; & I stayed, I tried, and I kept a faith that I had no idea I had -- all for over 5-6 months... what is that? I scare the hell out of him is what he told me one night. If I knew what I did -- maybe it'd be different, but I have no idea. I tried. I gave up and called it quits. And I don't resent his actions.. what happens, happens. Period. I just hate that something that could've been, isn't....because of unworthy circumstances. I'll be alright I suppose. I guess it's a pretty indigenous, repetitious phase that people tend to go through every once in awhile; remembering past times and either fantasizing and/or regretting about things that have happened. Oh well. Anyways, I am sitting here procrastinating this paper I have to write for my Anthropology class as I listen to this Jonathan Peters remix of "Doesn't Really Matter"; which may I add has been blasting in my car for the past couple of days. I loooooove it. It's so summer-y and relaxing. But yeah, this paper. It's about racial stereotypes in a movie of my choice -- of course, I'm going to pick "Crash" because duh, that's the whole point of that film. I basically have to give an example from the movie, describe the scene, why it was stereotypical, and the structure of our current society and the social status we are built on that causes these kind of stereotypes. Pretty simple however, this heat makes me not want to do ANYTHING. Damn. LOL. Maybe I'll just go raid the fridge for a healthy snack and then do this paper...even though I shouldn't be eating at this hour. *_* Whatever. LOL. I'll let you guys know how it turns out later... Check this out - it was 102 degrees today, people! Figures, the only school open was the one I work at and it was like 107 as I walked through the doors at 2:30. I was SO mad they kept those kids in there. Anyways, moving along from the heat and the fact that my air conditioner has yet to be placed in my window by my wonderful father (I can't do it because it's this whole complicated process that includes nails, drilling, and a piece of wood -- don't ask) I want to discuss another reason why I am so dry -- corny ass guys. This is definately a trackback post (April 24th - Hidden Agendas). So tell me why almost every guy I befriend wants to start kickin' game to me? Like if I do not tell you from the gate, that I am interested in you like that then all hope is lost. I am one of those girls who hate wasting time fiddling around watching movies and talking about life if I like you. Shit, I'm going to tell you from the jump! If it's like 2 years later and we're watching a movie together -- don't try to kiss on my neck or touch me where your hands shouldn't be. K? Thanks. I don't understand why some guys get so souped if they're friends with a pretty girl - they automatically think she likes them. Um no - don't flatter yourself. Some of you may think I'm being too harsh but look, it has happened waaay to much for me to be all hunkey dorey about it. LOL. Sorry but I am being honest. Don't get mad at the truth. fans are pointing fingers and placing blame and its so petty. So I'm ending it here with this, what happens, happens. Period. I'm sure there's a plan - if there's a will there's a way and I do not I can't wait for this tour - I will SO be there October 17th at the Izod So yeah, this tour is all that matters! Right now though, I'm going to the mall & the movies. So let put down I'm gone. Here's the trifling article (just the Janet parts):
Um what?! Okay I'm not going to comment just yet -- here's her last statement:
Alright, so... basically IDJ has totally messed everything up -- badly. I mean, I'm assuming Janet went on over there, with high hopes that they would support her and have her back and for them to drop her in the dust like that because the artist (who may I add has been dropping albums since she was 16) wants control over what she puts out as opposed to being told what she should and should not do. Bullshit. They need to fallback. Um, LA Reid? Hello? I thought you loved that woman. I mean you did follow her in and out of every event she was at all last fall and talked about her new project like she was shitting platinum. How do you explain that? I'm so mad. Not at Janet but at the "family" that was supposed to help her rise up instead of kick her down. They won't succeed. It's happened before (Virgin), I have faith in her and no matter what anyone says, "Discipline" was and still is a solid album with a list of hits that should have been released. So, she shouldn't think twice about the quality of her work -- it's moreso the quality of her company. Whatever Island Def Jam - Janet Jackson is more than a name on your roster. She's a legend - get with the program. Next! -----> Trust -- I have nothing against the children. I love them so much it's not even a question because I practically swear on the idea that every woman should have a gay husband. I do. I have a few. Carson is one. Love you, boo! <3 Anywho- like what the fuck though? Straight men can't step their shit up a little? Because honestly, I'm dying over here. DYING. I don't know what it is with most men that they adore the idea of treating women like flavors of the week and have to have as many tastes as they please. Then, straight men wonder why females such as myself, have gay man friends. You want to know why? Because they take the time to understand females a little more, to actually be interested in what we have to say not just as friends but as people. Straight men are always so quick to pull out a dick and call heads and tails. They want what they want, when they want it and most don't seem to understand that, sure, we want to have sex too, but most of us appreciate a couple of conversations and a dinner or something before we go to Snuffy's Midnight Rodeo. Oh, and the aggressive bits? Ew. It's good in the bedroom -- y'know after I know your ass better than the color of your hair and how straight - or crooked - your teeth are. Don't grab me, harass me, call me out of my name, hug me so hard I wish I took my inhaler along the ride, or tell me to do anything out of the ordinary. Because you think I'm attractive, and you think to yourself that you're attractive, that means you automatically can do what you please? Hell naw. There are a lot of guys out there who I've shut down real, real, hard because they just thought they were the shit and all they were was shit. A big ol' piece of doo doo. Just pathetic. See, a gay man would never dream in any of his days, to walk up to any female, friend or not, and do any of the aforementioned. Maybe besides calling her a bitch -- but that's a different story and a whole different kind of exception. LOL (Carson!) Yes, I am mad. And? Men need to step up and stop acting like animals. Not cute at all. I'll stick with my gay husbands. Hey Girl Hey ! Today, I decided to go shopping after work -- finally, some time to treat myself (I haven't been shopping in forever thanks to those oh so hefty gas prices that I still cannot afford but whateverr). For some odd reason I feel low on accessories. Now, I'm really a big accessory girl -- but I adore bags, sunglasses, and the "new" in thing, scarves (I own about 11 right now..haha). So I decided to hit up H&M. H&M never lets me down, especially, ESPECIALLY, with their prices. This past Saturday my mom bought me this purple scarf from there and I love it and get a lot of compliments so I decided to go back and get the pink one (only $6.80!) Good thing, too because I went in the store and there was only one left and i snatched it so hard. LMAO. As I was walking around the store these two women stopped me and were like, "OMG where'd you get that scarf?! It's sooooo pretty!" I felt special. I was like, "Oh, over there in the corner.." Not bothering to let them know it was the very last one (Please! There were like 10 different ones in other colors. So whatever. Haha). After H&M I drove over to the other mall by my house ( I live in the greatest area -- see, there are three malls within a 15 minutes of my house). I went to Forever21 my other trusty stop for any and everything me. No scarves that I liked but I found some shades. FINALLY! I had previously bought two pairs from there in like, March or something and well, they're both scratched beyond sight from my trip to Florida and throwing them in my bag like they're nothing (they really are though, I mean all Forever21's shades are like $6). They're really cute. A slight difference from my usual shade purchases but cute nonetheless. After I found the shades I walked past the headband layout on this rack and I spotted the stretchy strappy headbands. Now, see...I bought a few like, last month because I saw Aubrey from Danity Kane rocking them like it was the best thing since slice bread and Raid, on Making The Band so I figured I'd see how I'd look in some. I like them..I just felt weird wearing them in public. Then of course, I saw Janet walk out on 106 with TWO black ones on her damn head and I was like, "That's it -- tomorrow I'm so wearing mine!" Haha. So I bought a couple more at Forever and from the H&M in that mall. They're SO cute. A lot better looking than the ones I previously purchased and definately look me. So I'll be rocking them this weekend. Thanks Janet. I wonder if she knew what she'd be doing when she wrapped up that hair of hers and put on some strappy headbands? Probably not. But thanks anyways. You made me confident in my headband status. Haha. Here's a picture of my purchases:  And a close up... 
     I love you all!!!! & I appreciate the votes and love <333 (ASH THE GRAPHICS ARE EVERYTHING!) OMGosh aren't they the sweetest ever? It's basically the high school I wish I went to. Literally though, I visit that board almost everyday and even though we get on each others nerves every now and then and disagree and wanna slap somebodys mother for giving birth to them here and there -- we love each other like family! We've had more amazing times than half-assed times I must say LOL. I've been lucky to meet some of these beautiful souls in person and there really aren't any other fans like Janet's fans. I can't wait to meet more of you guys when the tour rolls through the tri-state area. Again, love you guys!!!! and THANK YOU SOOO MUCH!  This was Janet's reaction to ME when I put up the "heart" and said, "I love you, Janet!" at 106 & Park right before they did a "sit-up" segment on the show on Monday! Yes ma'am. She seen me - she loved me. Hey, girl, hey! I am soooo ovah! She gave me life in that moment. Not to mention she was ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS! As always! How can you NOT love her? Haters fall back, go to bed. You're all lost in your hater ways. LOL! Anyways -- the day was amazing. I love all you fellow Janet fans that were also out on line with me. Alex, Essence, Marcus, Inez, Matt, DenDen, Nikki, etc No other fans like Janet fans ! So much fun. <3 Also, I used the subway system by myself for the first time - ever! Honestly, how do I look? Originally a New Yorker and have been back and forth in the city like - all the time, and have never once gone on the subway by myself? Dumb stupid! So my NYer instincts kicked in for Janet and I jumped on the 2 uptown to 72nd and when I got there...Essence was nowhere to be found (she told me to meet her there) so I decided with help via my cell phone and Alex (thank you dahhling!) to place my nomad-ian (wtf, I really just made up a word!) ass to jump on the 1 downtown to 59th where I belonged. Haha. Essence was very proud. Later on I found out I was supposed to wait for her at the 72 st. station because she was coming from the BX and I assumed she was already there buuuuuuuut, she wasn't. Sorry boo. Haha. I made it though and I actually fell in love with the subway. It's hella easier than it seems. Anyways, I'm falling ill again thanks to my non-extistent immune system (what else is new? it's not really non-existent but I am ALWAYS sick so yeah...). So I'm going to drank this tea while I get hype in my room on this rainy night watching either The Velvet Rope Tour DVD or the All For You Live From Hawaii DVD....decisions, decisions.. -- I love "Would You Mind" so All For You it is. ttyl loves <3 OMG you guys! Me & my friend Carson got front floor by the mothafuckin' stage, tickets to see Janet on October 17th at the Meadowlands. :faints: FLOOR SEATS! We are RIGHT by the stage. That bitches sweat, buttons, wigs, hats, and chipped nails will be hitting us in the FACE as she pop, locks, and drops it all over New Jersey. What?! That is sickening. I am soooooooooo OVAH right now. BTW, Santagold -- if you're reading this, who is meeting up? & I don't know if tickets are selling fast. I'm assuming they are..but don't quote me on that. OH! and peep this. I ALSO got tickets to see her on 106 & Park on Monday! Carson and his friends, as well as my like, homie bff DaVon?! is coming too. You know, after being a fan since I was 4 and NEVER being able to go to any of her concerts or events due to an evil conspiracy in my household, 2008 is shaping up to be my make-up year. Thank the lord though because most know good and well this might be the last time Jan, JJ Penny from Good Times may be out for a good while. Jesus knows she needs to go pop out a chitlin or two before the dry season of eternity comes. Anywho -- I felt like bragging my jolly good news to you all. AND HOW DO YOU LIKE THE NEW LAYOUT!? Let a chick know! ;) ttyl loves. |
