You bitches is crazy, yo

I had an amazing (and much needed) weekend away. I actually postponed my return home a day… when one is in the midst of such a great thing… why ruin it by leaving? I will share more of my holiday away with pictures later this week.

I will say that it’s a bit surprising to awake in Someone’s bed and have them tell you that people are talking smack about you on the internet.* I really feel as though I should have an acceptance speech prepared or something. The fact that people jealous girls that I have never and will never meet, talk shit about me… priceless.


Self-esteem is not something that I am lacking. I was joking with Lalo one day about the fact that she needed to go buy some self-esteem. She responded, “I would, but I went to Saks and you bought it all off the shelves!” She is right. I like me, I mean, how could I not? Have you seen this? ::pointing to me:: It does bother me only when Someone else is the recipient of such words. If you choose to share anything about me, I welcome you to share it directly with me, and we can go from there.

Two amusing things. Aofall, thank you for referring to me as a Femme Fatale… I am the best I have ever had, and I do guarantee you that I will be the best that anyone else has too. Bofall, to imply that Someone could do “better than me”… brought tears of laughter to my eyes. No they won’t.

I have had plenty of opportunity to talk smack about people on this blog, but I shant. I am better than that. I pity you and feel sorry for you. Maybe someday you can get your own life, and stop fretting over mine.

When dealing with chicks like this I completely understand gay men. I wouldn’t want to date this shit either. Now have a happy day, I will.


* I must have missed the memo informing us that we are in middle school.