Meet Virginia

Besides the itty bitty fact that it happens to be the second hometown of my father, and the original hometown of my mother, I continually meet Virginia over and over again. Each time I get introduced to such a beauty I leave with a different mindset. Plus I couldn't not talk on, I will be meeting Virginia in the new year.

In the past couple of days I have learned quiet a bit; which, I have decided to include in my New Years resolutions. I usually am far from making a list of what I intend to do, but in past years I always forget, so here it goes:

1. learn how to skate board
2. Don't have a baby til at least I hit the 30 mark (thats IF I decide to bring a little person into the world)
3. If I DO get married, make sure that person signs a contract stating if they decide to divorce me, they know ahead of time that I will kill them if they do.
4. Don't buy gifts for people ( this one will be a hard habit to break, I love surprises)
5. Learn how to play the guitar
6. enduldge my noggin with good reads
7. Get busy on my scarf collection
8. Continue to ponder on the truth of the matter (research edgar cayce, finally finish watching zeitgeist the movie, and decide what I think about both)
9. truly sit and contimplate walking into the world of penny lane with laluena.
10. Focus on my insanity, and pleasing it
11. Enjoy life, more
12. dip into my secret pleasures

Faggots..

..is what they are called in Europe. And as beautiful and seductive as these little cancer sticks are..as tempting as it is to pick up the habit, just so I can have the seductive appeal..I can't bring myself to the reality of acting upon it. It makes me cringe at the thought of only shortening my life, killing my body, and creating more obstacles to jump over. I will leave it to be appealing in a photograph, such a deadly stick between the fingers of so many makes such a beautiful portrait.

And so it was... I hope I will be lucky enough to say, I never smoked. In my imaginary world, I find Mary Jane, and fags to be a every day part of my life, but in reality, I wouldn't think of it. Thank goodness I have two separate worlds in which I live. But thank goodness also for the people who do smoke, for they provide us the most intriguing images.

Sir, your fashion has the cold heart of a killer

LA COLLECTION DE FRANCE by O.P.I.

(No words to describe)

Alright, maybe elegant, classy, nothing short of what is expected from OPI and France, and its just plain sexy man.

Self- Pity

I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.

-D. H. Lawrence

G.I. Jane, a film that should be thought upon, as if you were to close read a novel.
Simply put it encourages me to do three things:
1. Shave my head
2.Ask the ever pending question: Why are women not given the choice to be put on the front line? Is that to say that our lives (as women) are more valuable, or more painful than a death of a man's?
3.Lieutenant, suck my dick.

I am not one for violence, or political games, but I am for letting both male and female have the choice.

We are all at heart wild things, waiting to be set free into our destinies.

Females may we never lose our wit.

The first name girl

What can I say, she's my butta, my depise(e), partner in crime, the one who shares my reign in being queen of the bitches, she's mi laluena.

We have technically known each other since middle school, well, known OF each other. The closest we got to actually holding a conversation was our freshmen year of high school when we found out that we had dated the same sleaze ball. I heard from a source that she was beyond surprised that I had talked to him, she said I deserved so much better. That should have been my first hint that we were going to be friends for life.

But sadly that was not the moment we became lovers. We became lovers randomly, instantly junior year of high school. We found each other amongst the prison, better known as our high school. It was the first week of school, lunch time, and we happened to sit next to each other. The rest is history.

We now share venting frenzies, heartbroken conversations of how we deal with bastards from our past, that we continually go back to, we share movie clips, crazy nights of hitch hiking through gated communities, being proud of Mary Jane, and conversations about the disappointing world we continually admit we live in, and cursing competitions.

More importantly we despise people equally as strong together. This lovely adventure began when a woman decided to repeatedly not smile at me when I passed her, grinning to maybe brighten her evening. She refused. So naturally I decided to tell mi laluena. Thats when we decided to start despising people. From that came the birth of the list, consisting of that woman, a man named speedy Gonzalez, and a S.F.H.( I leave that anonymous).

Not to mention that we declared ourselves during this same night the queens of the bitches. We fool people day in and day out. She treats people honestly, but they love her to death and constantly bother her. We are still trying to figure out why people won't leave her alone. While I am said to fool people in a different way, I fool with kindness, and turn on you when you least expect it. We honestly will hate on anyone and everyone in our path.

But if you met laluena, you would adore her. She is the truest friend I have, and my love for her is every growing. If seen from afar it may look as if we have lesbian tendencies, but it's just that sisterly love that couldn't be shaken from day one.

We sit in silence, and have the greatest of adventures, even while attending two different colleges...which might as well prove any person wrong that long distant relationships can't work. It's all about the effort lovelies.

Cheez-its, not regular, and white grape juice may be a favorite past time, and our hippie like tendencies are anything short from freakishly similar and my love of reading aloud to her from cosmopolitan is not even the half of it.

Needless to say, there is a reason we met, I think its because we are meant to rule the world.

stay tuned...

Here's to you mi laluena, trick ass hoe, hoe ass trick, you are someone I could not live without.

INCENDIARY.

rich kicks

Think rich, look poor.

-Andy Warhol

I'm gonna get my kicks...while I'm still young enough to get em...

-Riz

Trouble, Trouble, Trouble

My thoughts are those that people wish not to discuss. Therefore I write and let my words fall into the shadows of a closed book. For there they remain safe and frozen for my mind to recover in due time. For my soul recognizes it as a cousin. A past of comfort where as others do not wish to reach such a depth in conversation. For people fear the discussion of possibilities or a time consuming thought process. We live so much for instant gratification, no one has time to talk anymore. this world has become so lacking in true companionship, no one cares to look at the embodiment beside them and learn from another mind.

This is a sad state, a very grotesque place to end up living in.
I am ever in search for souls, real souls that are willing to sit on the ground, and chat up about doubts, about dreams, about anything.

trouble, trouble, trouble dwells in the bottom of my passion driven heart.

Love and let love my friends, love and let love.

Embrace a moment of silence, the lyrics of a song, the music you hate, the people you wish you had never met, the love that once was, embrace embrace embrace the trouble that comes your way throughout the day.

Should we hike those skirts of ours up?
I don't know, but embrace the day.
even the most troubled of them.

voodoo child

I have now succumb to the wilder world of the act of blogging.

This is not even the beginning [of the beginning].