#177

day ninety six

the shoe decission process for the big day . .

#176

day ninety five

eric finally broke up with veronica.

we spent about twenty minutes laughing at her pathetic voicemails . .

#175

show me love bitches . .

#174

day ninety four

jack and karen strike again.

#173

day ninety three

finally, an asian MUA that understands dark skin.

mako's great!

*that thing in my hand is mommy's failed attempt at oatmeal rasin cookies.

#172

ok i'm back. i've been putting this off for eons. so much happened, i have no clue where to start. i'm about to seriously backtrack in no particular order.


midterms are done.


c - fashion merchandising and control
65 - fashion merchandising
68 - african art history

on my defense, these shits were hard as hell. for fashion merchandising, the highest grade was a 73. for african art history, professor wilson said everyone did poorly, but the essays were good. fashion merchandising and control, my calculations were completely off, since we weren't allowed to use a damn calculator. i'm waiting for one more grade. if i make it to class tomorrow, i'll get it.



a pic from the shoot with carl.





i'm shooting with patt thomas tomorrow afternoon. mikey's coming with me. this girl in class called us jack and karen. we definitely are. i heart him to pieces.


sick as always. it seems like it's always something with me, when it really is only one thing. millz said i need to stop using the word "flare" in reference to my fibro because it sounds like it's some crazy shit. that was hilarious. i miss her.



my dominique came home for a weekend! she met naquan, and she approves. yay! we went to stand [he paid for dinner before he had to meet his cousins] then we walked around union square, as usual.


halloween, my goodness. joan's face was blue and jason was lil' wayne with the painted face, drawn tattoos, and dreaded wig. nat's costume changed a million times, and by the time i got there, she was wearing gold panties? chris was supposed to be cat woman, but the country's in a recession. but i must say, the dasslers do go in.

zie's coming back to the east coast from holly-hood in a few weeks! i miss my little white chocolate cunt cake. she's been gone since march? april? something like that. she has a tattoo appointment: upside-down hearts on the back of her calves, so they're rightside-up when her legs are up in the air. my little fresh ass. i'm thinking about going with her. tattooing my ear? maybe?


thought: if you and a certain someone are "prospects" to one another, but to anyone on the outside looking in, you seem to be in a relationship, is that a just cause to proceed?

started planning dorian and clark's wedding. i have less than a year, and this is my first destination wedding. i also have to finish sasha's twenty first birthday party.

exhibit next weekend. super excited. mikey helped with my outfit =]

i love the poeple in my life. some of you guys, we only talk once in a blue, but i do appreciate your presence. muah . .

i don't have anything of much consequence to discuss, probably because i've procrastinated for so long. until next time . . .

#171

day ninety two

web camming with the other influential man in my life . .

#170

day ninety one

omg this room needs to be cleaned.

#169

day ninety

another day off spent in bed.

catching up on ER.

#168

day eighty nine

new acne meds

minocycline.

side effects are horrible =[

#167

day eighty eight

trying to get sasha to do the happy dance again.

#166

day eighty seven

parading the streets with mikey. as usual . .

#165

day eighty six

7:30 a.m.

on line to vote with mommy.

amazing feeling =]

#164

day eighty five

spent the day at starbucks.

a genius partner [who shall remain nameless] can't spell latte or espresso.

*sidebar: it wasn't naquan. really . .

#163

day eighty five

i got a manicure.

a real one.

yay . .

#162

day eighty four

crumbs knows what's up.

obama 08 . . .

#161

day eighty three

halloween at adidas.

i love my ashley mcnugget.

#160

day eighty two

provocative verbalist.

written on the wall in the bathroom stall at barnes and noble.

bad ass kids . . .

#159

day eighty one

playing hookie with my bowl of fruit loops.

#158

day eighty

chinese food with adrienne before our fashion merchandising class.

just like high school.

#157

tonight, we made history. we have our first black presiden, mr. barack obama.

this is the first election i've voted in, and i really do feel that i've voted for a change. my vote really did count. with tears in my eyes and a smile on my face, the world seems so much brighter now.