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30 March 2009 (US)
It's funny, I was just on the phone with Phil about my anti-social tendencies. You know the fact that I don't even talk to my own birthmother on certain days isn't really healthy..so not to get all crazy and isolated like boring 'ole me I'm going to share some info a little giant told me. Doors are at 8pm for guest list contact Kate Conaboy via tua25205@temple.edu, Drum roll please:
29 March 2009 (US)
So heated. Someone's back from their business trip and she's already going on about her news purchases while demanding my gifts from abroad. Class act I say. Something about my gift being to nice and she might as well swipe it..apparently I'm not lady enough to pull of jewelry. Great, great. Glad your back. Any who I'm now a nomad, since I was also asked to trim my stay in Jersey. Something about not getting along with the inhabitants ( I'm your daughter though). Luckily my friends are some what amazing and are going to NY with me this week.Tay actually invited me up to take a sneak peak at a store..don't know which one yet which makes it all he more exciting, and Sheldon is doing me a favor by just being him. AMAZINGGGG. I was thinking of inviting Shavonna but if we do go to Cali, I'm going to save our little bonding time till then. Alas things have been looking up..as most of you know, I've been involved in some projects..actually scratch that..I loathe when people talk like that. Ambiguous "projects" that never come to pass. Anyway you'll see when the time comes, if it comes. I'm not sure with this el nino weather that'll tomorrow will arrive, but if it does I'll be standing next to Dohcare on my superstar steez.
29 March 2009 (US)
I don't even know why I try anymore. You know when you give someone the benefit of the doubt and they end up being more of a wankster then your proposed?? Yeah that seems to be my situation with this one character who "claims" they work with a certain somebody..SOMEBODY SPECIAL. The thing is, I've been putting them off for a while when I asked Phil and another one of my male friends scope around for me, and after numerous phone calls and Myspace networking, the person came up to be no one. No one at all. Yet they still call. AT FREAKIN 2 IN THE MORNING..and even though I'm still up, I don't take booty calls (anymore). So now not only am I disgusted but peeved that after oh..2 months of you bashing every celebrity that you've worked with I am now supposed to want to be your BFF. I don't think so. BS and talking garbage is not my regular steez so an ignored phone call is what this "person" gets. I'm focused, to focused for this nonsense so I'm just going to shake it off (don't judge me) and keep on trucking.
27 March 2009 (US)
Yea I'm home, yeah I miss my mom, and YES I've already got in a fight with my brother. I'm going to refrain from posting any details..let's just say..I DELETED HIS NUMBER. you know I'm mad when that happens. Anywho to lift my spirits I was planning on heading to the Vice Mag party over at the Barbary..but no. I'm here. Washing dishes and..and throwing the rest. Good thing I took Phil and Speedy up on our last minute shore trip, which was quiet realizing, even though their was not Internet (gasp). After I withdrawed for a few hours I was able to function like a sociable human and enjoyed just laying around watching cinematic flicks and gorging on fast food. To bad I was the only one already equipped with baby birthing hips and now I'm on a "cleanser diet" Phil's not here to buy me glazed donuts. I actually think I got home just in time, since I can now use my father's gym membership..and shed the pounds Big O style. Not that big isn't beautiful, but I don't want any sidewalk competition this summer (dont' judge me I have to pay bills). Speaking of summer...apparently there is a mountain top full of recreational activities that will keep me out of trouble (my birthmother words not mine), and I suggest you do the same. Either that or we can merge all I talents together and call ourselves GPS. I'm just saying. oh P.S. my crackberry is possessed. So please don't think I'm ignoring my phone calls (of course some of them I actually am) but for the rest of you..email..or snnnaaaaiiillll mail.
25 March 2009 (US)
I have a little medley playing in my head right now, but I won't sing it because people will think im crazy (crazier). Anyway I've been patting myself on the back ( I don't do that as often as you'd think)because I've been stepping out on the town and not staying holed up in..well a hole. After Tayyib's super sweet sixteen party on Sunday (we got him a Maserati but the man's so humble you'll probably never see it) I decided to RSVP for the Tu Phace gala but somehow I planned a 2 day excursion...and that, my friends is what the pat on the back is for. I AM FINALLY RELAXING. Of course it's with Phil, which probably means more stress, but Speedy (don't ask) will be there as well. Probably as mediator, cause we secretly hate each other. I plan to be ultra busy the next couple of months..thank you Dohcare..so a random break at the shore..thank you Speedy..is well deserved. The icing on the cake would have to be that after this "holiday" SPRING FREAKIN BREAK is around the corner. Oh and my birthmother will be in London. PARTY AT MY CRIB SNITCHES. ..just kidding. I'll actually probably be babysitting and following my father around..hoping some loose change drops from his pockets, and while I'm on hiatus..and your fending for some petite..feel free to GOOGLE ME.
23 March 2009(US)
I'm sorry..(in my white girl voice) but I've been running around like a chicken (for real) with it's head cut off. After the amazing Dohcare event I've been in school mode. Proud to say that I think? I've finished everything..about..yeah I'm done on my end and with a lack of will power...I could careless. I'm suppose to be taking a very small vacation (sorry Miguel) to the shore this week. If that doesn't pan out..to my cousins I will go. It is boyfriend season and I must keep my word and possible shag before the year is over (don't judge me). So there it is. I obviously have my priorities in order and the fact that I have yet another few quarters to go is nauseating. Change of plans as always, but as always I'll whine and moan till I get what I want..and then drop it just as easily. The only upside to this WHOLE YEAR is that my personal girl- about -LondonTown is paying me a visit. Since I won't be able to afford a round trip ticket ANYWHERE, she has been kind enough to visit lil' 'ole me in the States. DO NOT EMBARASS ME PEOPLE. Do not mimick the accent, do not act like you a scholar on the British social system, and do not for the love of Ray-J, try to pop. There I said it. I know it's kinda vulgar but here in Philly new blood is pounced upon like a sale at the Galleria (it's sounds classier that way). I think I'm going to keep her holed up somewhere anyway, so unless your name ends with A you'll be out of the loop. Sorry.
19 March 2009 (US)
It's like every time that I dress up, someone has a heart attack. I do take showers people. I do comb my hair..and not just when pigs fly. But I am going to give credit where credit it due. The Alma Mata Topstitch gives me all the fine necessities to go about styling on y'all. Yeah, I was going to keep it a secret, but I'm kinda over having to bob and weave when ever someone ask me where I got this or that magnificent piece. So here you go world, and just in time for our moving sale. You can spank me later.
17 March 2009 (US)
I'm taking donations people. I've been strictly wearing streetwear (thank Phil) and we all know I CAN'T pull it off. My laundry is yeah high, and kinda has a smellllll to it. Ew Yup. Either way I refuse to purchase those lovable huggable tights I've been going on, and on, and on about. It's just not in my budget. Scratch that, I don't have a budget I have a not for profit father who doesn't take my phone call during the week. So I've been asking K for her left over, food, accessories, and lightly used under garments (don't judge me). I'm hanging on a thread people. A very dirty, flimsy thread, that swings in the slightest breeze. I'm actually planning a very secret hush, hush trip (to New York) and even though I can't divulge the location (it's in New York) I am extremely giddy (to be in New York). Of course I'll be primarily working with Doh Care doing this and that (primarily stalking), but it will keep me out of my parents hair, which to them is a plus. Sidebar: my cousin is coming here from LONDON, so my birth mother is frantically trying to find somewhere to ship me. I am quiet amused since this has been an ongoing occurrence since the 5th grade. It's like a never ending childhood game, how endearing right?
