Monday, April 13, 2009
MMMMMh lets start with mexico , we got on a road trip with my cuzs and close friends . we got into a svu and droved towards the border. lets just say mexico is like a third worldcountry. the sites were beautiful but the people were sad. i mean really? u got things but u cant use it because its reserved for tourist. i felt bad until night fell and we all got drunk ,partying hard with some white kids from the o.c. some dude named chris gave us a bottle of patron and tequila withbags of lime. mann did we screw up that hotel. but that wasnt the height of the nite. maybe it was the fact my cuzin almost got raped. this chick had on nothing but a half tank top no bra and booty shorts. i knew ish was gonna happen i just felt it. for some reason i can smell danger from away. i told jide to watch out for his sister . we did and at the end of the day we ran back to our hotel and drank more out there. one of the cats from o.c was staying next door to us. my cuz was playing some retarted game and so we felt hey the chick gotta be aight wit this dude , wrong!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!. in order one hour she was screaming and the dude was yelling at her. Jide busted down the door and kicked his ass like bruce lee . for the first time i was happy we were related and i could say my cuzin will kick ur ass. his sis was like half naked and bleeding . we got ice and marisa and i and her sis gave the girl a bath.
the next day we cut our journey short and ran back to Los Angeles , either ways we got screwd when i got home i looked like a hot mess.my dad just sat down and said modupe its over . wat dat one means i dont know .
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
boy was i happy. i believed that was the best day of my life. shit i even kissed the weird boy that liked me for years. and my mom made me promise never to bother her with buying another Louis. am now ........ years old and i already own seven of them. i dont know whose hurting more my mom or my credit card billy. yea yea dont try asking urself who da hell is billy i give names to my credit cards lol. i have bought bags of different types but none drag an unwanted attention like a Louis vuitton. i obsessed over it , i crave for it. i got money from my old folks 850 to buy books cuz my course am doing books are a killah price. you dont even wanna know what i did with the money.
what do i really gain in the bags i buy , is any one even asking the question. i met Marc Jacobs once in Frisco while i was back in campus , cute guy and very cheerful and quick to love. he did say thanks for buying the bags. my friend told him i was obsessed with his collections. and maybe if i didn't have some uncalled diarrhea that made me leave the party , i would have sparked a friendship that will benefit me. each bag i get gives me a rush or some kind of high. i feel like the crackhead from Dave chappelle , Tyrone biggums " officer can i pls have some redballs , mmmmmmmmmmmmh cocaine in the can , it gives you wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiings". i feel no less than the man out doors scratching his neck and trying to sniff a marker. gush do i feel disgusted. the question is am i gonna stop ? naaaaaaaaah i doubt it. i do get money from my old folks so the credit card bills get paid immediately but how am i gonna survive when i graduate , and my parents pass away after i get older. will every of my paycheck go to Marcy Marc and his designs ? today is January 20th and am going to get that Sueded thingamajig i saw in the Louis store.