FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL!

Well today was my first day of school and I am a SEN10R! It hasn't settled in yet that we are now the old heads of the school and that everyone either looks up to or fears us. I am fine with both quite frankly lol. We saw new faces and hugged and jumped all over the old faces. We didn't do very much except get our schedules, eat ice cream, sleep during quaker meeting. The seniors, however, got a nice little speech from our dean, head master, and college counselor. It was a nice speech especially after the torture we went through last year at the hands of these people but let's not dwell on that subject. I'm chilling here with my buddy Asha K. Bee and we took some pics of our first day of school outfits with these lovely mac. Peep this hot shizzzzz:










[My name in Farsi =) ]

It's That Time Of The Year Again! -_-

September is here [oh joy] and it is officially 8 days until school starts. I was all gung ho and ready to go until today. I could not wait for the college process until now. To be honest, I am scared out my ass. I have a fear of rejection [if you people haven't noticed, I have a lot of fears] so this whole receiving a small envelope in the mail thing is not sitting right with me. My fear of rejection goes beyond college letters [I don't even IM people first =/] but this is most important to me. I'm not used to getting the school I want because they always wait list me -_- but in the end I find my perfect fit so I know not to have my heart set on one specific college. What I am scared of is ending up at some hole in the wall college or not getting into college at all! They say there is a college for everyone yadda yadda but I am petrified. Everyone I know has gone to some of the top colleges and universities in the United States and I don't want to be that one who doesn't. I have no clue why I feel like it will be me but I have that inkling. I know I have the interview in the bag, college essays with some tweaking I have in a sack, my resume is pretty darn poppin and my SAT scores are coming up [in my defense I woke up 10 minutes before it started and I had to run around the corner in my pajamas]. My grades, however, are pretty proper. As and Bs...one C here...a fcking F there thanks to french. I blame my school for this because it could have been avoided. They took everyone out of that class but left me in there. 'Oh we believe in you!' Believe in me my ass! Smh muhhfckers I swear. Freshman year is perfect, sophmore was good...except that F, and junior year was pretty but could have been so much more amazing had it not been for an on going family issue that got in the way repeatedly. Anyway the main objective of this post was not to babble and complain but to make another checklist. I made my first one during junior year in one of my first posts and as I recall I sorta followed it. Well here is my senior year checklist!

1) All work, some play. First semester of senior year is your last chance to show colleges what you can do and that you will be a great addition to their institution academically. I will be working my butt off no doubt but there will be some play but not a lot. No parties, just chill with the mains, a bit of shopping, and my extra curriculars. SATs and ACTs will be even more amazing and I promise to be on point in every aspect of my life.

2) Time is on my side. Between school work, senate, and dance team, I have no clue on how I am going to distribute my time especially when I plan on getting a job and going back to dance school. I am usually good at time management so I think I will be fine if I make a schedule for myself.

3) Clock work. As I've mentioned many times, a JOB is a must. Not only will it benefit me and my fam but it will help me with financial aid and save me from ending up a starvin' marvin in college.

4) Network. I've been doing well in that department but I am taking it up a notch this year. I'm gonna network like my name is facebook [ew lame ass analogy but its okay]. Next stop world domination! Just Kidding...or not *sus face*

5) Focus. The bottom line of this all is to keep focus. I need to ignore all things that will tempt me to stray from my yellow brick road. No more worrying about foolish males, there are smarter, better looking, and taller ones in college lol. My life was consumed by in school and out of school drama so I'm gonna do it like Mary and declare no more drama in my life! I can go on forever but staying focused is the main goal.

Well so far that is all for my senior year checklist. I might add more if any point do come to mind. Everyone says I'll be fine because my grades aren't horrid [although in my mind they are] and I have my head on my shoulders but I feel the opposite =/. Anyway wish me luck this year because I promise you I will make tails spin. Smh @ my insecure to confident flips.

Slim is going back to "work" also known as trolling the internet for something to blog about.

WHY WON'T THIS ECONOMY LET ME BE GREAT?!?!

So my internship is up this week and I am officially back on the broke trail. I like to survive during the school year and by survive i mean eating during and after school hours and shopping. I can always dupe a boy into paying for a movie or some shxt of that nature but shopping I cannot [boys are getting smart]. Food quite possibly, but shopping never. Jimmy Choo is teaming up with H&M and the Jordan brand is re-releasing the Space Jam 11s, both of which occur in November. I can definitely refrain from shopping because I have enough clothes and shoes to last me but those two things are golden. When the hell am I ever going to be able to afford Jimmy Choo??? When I am in my 30s, quite possibly my 20s [if I strike gold]. Anyway as a shopper and a sneakerhead those two events are vital to my survival. Off the materialisitc tip, my mother will not be working for about 3 months due to the fact that she is popping out the latest addition to the family in 27 days. I don't want to have to bother her for cash, I would prefer to give it to her quite frankly. I want to take care of my momma. However due to this economy, big over grown adults are taking my spot in areas of jobs that were once dominated by the 17-18 year old crowd. Target rejected me so this just upsets my ass. I have many stores left on my list. I also have someone in Prep working on something for me and if push comes to shove I will ask my school to help me out. They know my situation and I refuse to be put under a rug. My last resort is McDonalds. I have respect for Mickey Ds no doubt but no tea no shade...come on now. Grease and smelling like I've been sleeping in a bed of beef and fried goods. I'm not trying to smell like a Klump everyday. And all those oils are bad for your skin. *sigh* after receiving my swift rejection notice from the Target at Flatbush Junction, I'll just wait and see if Atlantic will shout me a holler. If not, back to pounding the pavement. I just want to keep building on my bank account. I want to see it stacked. I have over a grand but I want more so I can feel secure. I need a new job. *audible sigh*

I think I have a fear of being broke =/

*sings* I want the money, money and the cars, cars and the clothes, more clothes, I suppose. I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful...


I had to tweak those lyrics, nobody is doing hoes this year. Time for relationships people! Since I've been in HS there has been nothing but hooking up and hoeness occuring. I'm tired of you nasty ass teenagers. We are now seniors, grow the fck up. Debauchery will return in college but damn have self respect in your last year of being a kid. Hell in college it is worse because these are people you don't know well and it's like playing Russian roulette with all these subtle stds and shxt. Hard On Hoes 09! It's a movement. Smh I just hurt myself on the damn printer. I simply cannot with this place. OMG one of my attorneys is eating this yummy sandwich. It smell sooo good. Sorry for that lil rant/tangent at the end, I had a Kanye DIVA moment but it's okay because this is my blog whatever I do/say here is law and damn sure normal in my world.

Great Weekend Until..Now -_-

Last night I went to a POPPIN! party with my homies from school. Saw mad familiar faces and got it in a major way. Even had my life violated twice without permission [I hate daggering -_-]. I bagged two biddies, gonna keep them around as friends because they do come in useful if my other friends flake on me or have to deal with the rents. Overall it was a definite improvement from other parties and something that I really needed. I haven't gotten it in to that extent since July 3rd. So I am getting ready for another party tonight [which is gauranteed to continue the poppage of my weekend] and I see that my armpits have sprouted a bit of hair. I get the Veet and get to business on one pit and begin on the other. After a few seconds my right armpit begins to burn like a bxtch. I'm like WTF is going on!?!? This is madness carrying in my armpit! The burning was killing me so I go wash that shxt off with the quickness. Then after I wash it off the burning continues so I take a wet piece of paper towel and stick it under my arm. The burning persist. Alright by this time I am confuzzled as a mug and in serious pain. I look under my pits to see if I got an allergic reaction and I see a line that glistened as if there was blood. I take a closer look and came to the conclusion that THE VEET BURNED A BIT OF SKIN OFF MY PIT! Ohhhhhh my lawd there are like 2 or 3 tiny areas [that no one could see unless they were sleeping in my pits] where there is no skin. *sad face* Ugh well I'm off to this party now. I'm so burned out from last night so my dancing probably won't be on point and I will be tired as hell and in even more pain. I think I'm over the party lifestyle. I hate seeing the same faces over and over.

Boredom At The Work Place

What time is it ? : 4:16 pm
How old are you : 17
When where you born ? : Jan. 23rd, 1992
Eye color?: Brown

Hair Color? : Brownish black

how many times a day do you brush your teeth?: 2 times

Are you the only child? : Nope, middle child ftw!

What color socks are you wearing ?: No socks, I'm on my grown lady shxt in nude pumps =]

Do you shower daily? : Yes! That is a serious must

Where did your first kiss happen?: Behind the couch hehe

Favorite drink: Pineapple soda

Do you drink?: I sip

Do you smoke? : Nope ; I gots asthma =]

What are you wearing right now?: An American Apparel mini skirt, striped H&M t-shirt, Steve Madden nude colored pumps, and an Old Navy cardigan.

What is the date today? : August 5th, 2009

Favorite Color?: Purple Mountains Majesty
Most Missed memorie: The 90s [sidetrack who the hell made this survey, it is MEMORY! not no damn 'ie' smh]
right or left handed?: Righty for Lifey [lame I know]

converse or nike shoes: Both

computers or videogames?: Both

favorite class: History

favorite website : youknowyoudeadazzwrong.com

do you have a license?: Soon

do you like your picture taken?: When I'm looking proper yes, when I am a hot ass mess hellll no

favorite smell : New carpet smell = life

white socks or colored socks?: Colored

favorite meal?: Too many to choose from but I love fish, shrimp, chicken, pasta, and pork.

Last person you talked to ?: [phone]: Mommy [text]: Daeshawn or Asha, they are texting me at the same time and I just cleared my boxes

Last person you got mad at?: Daeshawn

ever put tin foil on your teeth and pretend that they were grills?: I did it when I was 7 because I thought braces were cool lol.

do you like going to the movies?: Only with my friends or a cute boy

do you have a job?: Yes sir! I'm there right now. I'm a secretary.

have you been in love : In love with myself

who is your crush?: Celebrity crushes-Chris Brown & James Franco; Regular crush-Take a wild guess

are your parents still married?: Never were

eyeliner or mascara?: Eyeliner because I have almond eyes

what color are you nails right now if painted?: Black >=]

biggest mistake recently : I don't know if I should call it a mistake but I'm about to make a few this weekend

do your own laundry?: Yes ma'am

If you could be anything in the world what would it be?: A singer [Man I wish I could l could sing =/]

Do you talk in your sleep?: Yes, I also sleepwalk.

favorite fast food place?: The chinese store lol

action or love movies: Action

do you read?: Since I was 3

Favorite breakfast food?: Cornmeal porridge

do you think that the world is coming to its end soon like in the next 20 years?:
I'll leave that decision in the hands of God

what are you listening to right now : Doors close and attorneys on the phone

what is your favorite season?: Summer

Favorite holiday?: Christmas

do you celibrate your birthday?: Why wouldn't I? It is the day greatness was born! [Yo celibrate? Really? Go directly to school. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200]

Where did you get your name from ?: My mother made it up after being told that in America you have to name your child right away.

What is your name ?: Slim Thugg [you really think I'm gonna tell you my name?]

I Ripped My Pants...-_-

See I thought my day couldn't get any worse but oh it did. Not only was I late to work thanks to the muthafcking MTA, I ripped my pants. But let me go off on the MTA for a minute. So I get on the 2 train today all ready to go. I realize we left 2 minutes late and 2 minutes goes a long way when you live in New York City. Then after 4 stops the train sits. And sits. And sits. Oh wait for it...AND SITS! The conductor makes an announcement about the silly train traffic that always seems to occur. We move along. And it sits. And sits. Then it moves and stops in a tunnel...you already know the drill. The conductor comes on the speak is like 'The Lexington line is having some delays and problems, when the train gets to Atlantic Ave. either stay on or go to another train because this will continue all morning'.
-_- Nice. So I get off and I walk to the N, W, R, D, & V train platform with a million other people. Three trains came back to back and boy was I happy until I realized that they were all full. I finally got on a relatively empty D train and it was moving at a good speed until it hit the Brooklyn Bridge, where it sat and sat and sat. When the train finally got to my stop I made my way out of the platform area only to find myself in the confusing underground concourse. That thing makes you feel as if you are in a Harry Potter movie with all those damn tunnels and gold walls. For a good 15 minutes I am just walking until I finally admit to myself that I am lost. I searched for the first glimpse of outside light I could run to and made my way to the surface. I was finally free and had 2 minutes to run up 3 long Manhattan blocks filled with clueless tourists. I got to work like 5 minutes late but hell I got there and that is all that matters. I was cool all until lunch time came around. I was on my way to the lunch room when I felt a little breeze on my leg. I'm like "Hmmm that's interesting" and I keep it moving because I suspected the pants were just thin. Then I felt and even stronger breeze which made me even more confused and instantly look down at my pants. There I see a rip from my pelvis to the middle of my thigh. OH MY WORD! I have been walking around like this and no one had the decency to say "Miss you ripped you're pants" because I damn sure didn't put them on like this! SMH! BOO FCKERS BOO! I would have told somebody that they ripped their pants HELL I TOLD THIS MAN HE HAD A BUG ON HIM! [granted that was driven by personal motive because he was standing right in front of me and I was scared it was going to jump on me so I had to tell him so he can rid of it]. Either way I was nice enough to tell him. So I put my bag in front of my leg and walked to the lunch room. I ate my lunch then ran to The Gap and bought a pair of jeans because that was all they had on sale and I refuse to pay $50 for Khaki pants that I will never wear again unless I work at Target. From that point on my day was relatively okay, nothing to scream about. I did learn a few things from this day: 1) I still hate humans. 2) Gap has upgraded the quality of their jeans 3) The Gap now carries my choice of jeans. The last time I bought Gap jeans was in 8th grade and they were kinds hard and rough. Now Gap jeans are nice, cotton soft, and they fit in all the right places. Did I mention they give me somewhat of a butt??? YASS! LIFE! I recently bought their Always Skinny jean and it is my new favorite. Anywho I have SAT homework to finish [yes I am at work doing my SAT hw, don't judge me] so ciao lovies.

Eye Candy: My LMAO Moment Of The Week

I saw this video on Good Morning America this morning and I laughed so hard. These people are too cute and very creative. If I had to have a marriage ceremony, it would definitely be like this lol.

There Is Something Wrong With Me...

I've made it known that I am a secretary for different attorneys. I am basically a substitute if you will. I get a new assignment once I am finished with one I am given and noramally they last for 1 or 2 days, 3 of I'm lucky. This week I struck gold with a 5 day assignment at a relatively easy desk because these attorneys are fairly self sufficient and don't really ask much of me. All in all...I just sit here. I've been sneaking in some blogs but this computer prevents me from saving pics onto the computer so I can't go as wild as I would like to. When I am not blogging, I am reading a book, the newspaper, or catching up on some things on my favorite websites [most of which are not listed 'In The Corner']. When I am not doing those things I am just sitting. That's where my issue comes in. Every single day at this desk I hurt myself unintentionally. This is something I do often in my everyday life. Ask my friends about the many times I have walked into something, busted my ass in the hallways, hit my head, or gotten knocked out by falling objects from Asha's locker [-_-]. Hurting myself is what I do so I am used to it. However, this is not an everyday thing...until I met this desk.

Day 1: I squeezed my finger between the desk & my chair.
Day 2: I squeezed another finger between the desk & my chair.
Day 3: I under estimated just how far my head was from the shelves, leaned over to pick up my water bottle and then WAHDOOP! I slammed my head against the shelves.

Today is day 4 and day 5 is Monday...I am scared of what's coming. Will I fall this time? Will a large object fall from the cabinet and hit me? Will I get a paper cut?!?!?!?!?!?!

Who knows because I sure as hell don't.
I am scared of this desk.
I think it's possessed and is trying to kill me because it misses it's original owner.
Well you know what I say to this desk?
Fxck you desk, you ain't even real wood.
TEK DAT!

Question: Would You Rather Catch Someone Cheating Or Be Caught Cheating...

That is indeed an interesting question. I am not ashamed to admit that I have been on both end of the spectrum and I def have my choice picked. I would simply rather you catch me cheating. Sure you may be angry, never talk to me again, and probably slander my name but I can deal with that. I won't be angry, I can still mess with my side piece. If you don't talk to me then buddy that is your loss, your're just one less person to run up my phone minutes on. If you slander my name...well I don't get angry, I get even. I have mouth filled with venom so please bring on the slander! I told one an ex of mine straight up 'homie, I cheat on you' and I proceeded to laugh. In my defense that was a horrible long distance relationship, do you really expect me to wait to see your bum ass once a month and all these biddies are checking me out?!?! HELL NAW! I am not encouraging such behavior because it is deplorable. I do not do it often, just twice [not like that's any better] but if you were in my shoes at the time, trust you would've done the same. And if I do cheat, I am not out there wrecking happy homes, I am simply knocking my own unhappy home over with a sledge hammer. Now catching someone cheating involves emotions. You're angry, your're hurt. Nuh uh. I refuse all of that. I am a spiteful person so trust that I will get you back and I also just hate to be taken as a fool. I'd cry and feel sorry for myself which are things I refuse to do. I mean I will cry if someone died but to cry over a relationship? Unless it was huge messy situation, kiss my ass!

So there's my answer, catch me cheating please.

Dear Big Bxtches Of The World...

Now I do not discriminate against people, if you're big you're big, if you're small, you're small. However, I will not hesitate to insult you're big ass especially if you have no concern for me. I didn't ask to be skinny mmkay? My fam just has good genes thats all. Just because I can fit into small places does not give you the right to sit or place anyone of your large body parts on me. I can hardly lift my younger brother, please don't burden me with one of your limbs or you're whole body. I'm like the size of your leg. Why? I am not one to lash out but this is too much. Enough is enough. This was not the first time I was sat upon or squished. Oh no no no. I was 14 and coming home from school. I sat my ass down in that nice seat behind the bus driver because I like to be the first one off the bus. As we drive down Utica Avenue, I see the usual black diaspora carrying on in front of Pretty Girl. In that sea of black folk I spotted this large mass, something of a whale you might say. I am not trying to be mean but it did not help that she wore black and white and had jagged teeth. Samu [I'ma call her that] made her way on the bus much to everyone's displeasure. And when I said made her way I mean she knocked people over. There were other seats on the bus but Samu thought it was right for her to squeeze her ass in between me, a pole, and an old lady. All I know is my vision got dark and I was smothered by her leg and arm. I could not feel my leg at all. People on the bus saw that her ass swallowed me and began to protest. The bus driver saw through his rear view mirror and announced 'Miss, you know you can't fit there, why are you squeezing this child?' I was squished to the oblivion of the earth I tell you. After much protest and yelling, Samu finally got off of me fast enough so that I could return to normal breathing. I held that one incident to myself. I was not going to fault big people of the world but after constant incidents that took place after that, I have to speak now. This morning was the most recent squishing incident. I fell into a light sleep on the train as Jason Mraz sang into my ear. 'And I won't hesitate no more, nooooo more, it cannot wait, I'm yoursss...." and then I felt this sweaty, hot, squishy mass slam into the right side of my body. The force was so large that it knocked me back into the seat [if you know me you know that I have a slight case of germophobia so i seldom sit on the train and if I do it is at the very edge so I am liable to slide back]. I awoke, shocked and angry mind you 'cause she done messed up my earphones and I can only hear outta one ear now, to this large woman squishing me AGAINST THE POLE! She was sweaty. There was heat exuding from her body. I felt like I was trapped. I could not move with all seriousness. Unlike the people on the bus no one stuck up for me. For about 4-5 stops I was lodged in between her and the pole. I felt like a poor $1 bill hanging from a fat stripper. Finally I was release but I was very angry. It wasn't the fact that she sat on half of my body, it was that she SLAMMED into me. This man had the nerve to laugh at my misfortune. I mean I'd laugh too but still. I'm me. I live by another set of rules so what I do is not for everyone else. Anywho the bottom line is, big bxches of the world, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE have some consideration for me or else I'm harpoon your big ass like the w0olly mammoth you are.

YOOOOO! I just had an ephiphany! My lost earring probably fell off when she slammed into me and is either on the train or in her rolls! Eh on second thoughts...she can keep it.

Jeez I'm a mean person.
But you already knew that.
I love big folk, just not when they sit on me or cause global warming.
Simple.

Afro Punk!!!

I went to the Afro Punk Festival with my friends Krystyna & Mike on July 4th. It was so much fun and I wish I could have attended on the other 3 days but my family has a way of fkn up my plans -_-. There was great music, amazing graffiti, skateboarding & bmx, and a whole lotta laughs. Here are some pics I took, see all 83 on facebook =]






















Here's the lank: http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2014166&id=1381290085&l=7deda20694

AAR: Another Angry Rant

This time boys and girls it is sponsered by the great MTA of New York City. On Sunday June, 28th 2009, the MTA decided to raise its fare from $2.00 to $2.25. A measly quarter may not seem like a lot but for a New Yorker that puts you in a tough spot. Where the hell am I supposed to find this 9th quarter? That is a bag of chips, a quarter water, or a handful of candy from your local corner store. I gotta find 2 extra quarters to go and come from work [$4.50 for those who can't add]. Times is hard MTA, times is hard! But that is besides the point. My point is why should I fork over an extra 25 cents for bum ass service? Why should I find those extra quarters to stand up in the hot-African-Sahara desert-temperature turned up to hell- sun during summer or in the cold-Ice Age of Antartica type winds during winter to wait for a stupid bus? And not only is this bus late but 600 of them come at the same time!!! WHY?!?!?!? Why should I dig in my couch for those extra quarters to stand up in the hot, funky ass, bum smellin, pee drenched subway to wait for a train that never comes on time? The lady in the booth said the train would be here in 10 mins...this mofo never show up until a good 40 mins later. NOOOOOOO! NO! NO! NO! NOOOOO! I REFUSE YOU AND YOUR BULL MTA! I REFUSE IT! I REBUKE THEE!!! Countless times you have made me late for work or school and you want me to give you more money? I remember when the fare was $1.50, service was good then. Then it went up to $2.00, I let that slide and service was aight. BUT NOW it's up to $2.25 and you bastards are horrible. The service is horrid! And the stations stink. And the trains are dirty. The more money we give, the lazier you get and I refuse alla dis. I'm moving damn it. I will buy a bike and ride it everywhere. I've always wondered why white folks ride their bikes everywhere and now I know: no gas and no fare. Ugh I am so over the MTA right now. Thank you for making me late to work once again and preventing me from having lunch, thank you. Friggin bastids...


Anyway I am sneaking in another post from work so I gotta dip.
PAYCE!

My Idol, My Inspiration, My King, Michael Jackson

If you know me you know that there are only 5 artist who make me live for music: Nirvana, Prince,Chris Brown, Bob Marley, and of course Michael Jackson. Anyone can come to me and say that they are a bigger Michael Jackson fan than I am will get a dirty look. This man, no matter what anyone says, was the greatest man to touch music and dance. He did for black people in music what no one else could. Every dance you do was derived from Michael. Every song you hear was inspired by Michael. No words can explain how I feel. My first cassette tape was Michael Jackson's 'Dangerous'. I remember playing it damn near everyday in that apartment on Winthrop Ave. My friends Kendra and Keturah would be at my house and we would dance our lives away. My mother asked me what I wanted to be when I got older and I said I want to be Michael Jackson. We had a video tape of every single Michael Jackson video and I learned those dances, you best believe I did. You damn skippy I grabbed my crotch and moved my pelvis. Even now, ask anyone, I will do 'Beat It' and 'Thriller' with the drop of a hat. I can't do the moonwalk but damn it I will learn! When anyone said something bad about Michael, you know I defended him to the end. This man is the reason why I love music and dance. No one can say they do not have some type of love for Michael. This hurts my heart and I am holding myself together the best I can but it hurts because Michael was a part of my family. Every family gathering there was Michael blasting. Every show my mother did, her class is singing a Michael song. My mother ruined her mother's wedding gloves trying to moonwalk. She learned those dances and performed them. She had a little red jacket and even to this day people know whenever she says her husband she is talking about Michael.

In closing, we must not mourn Michael's death. We should celebrate his life. Dance for Michael. Sing for Michael. Live for Michael.



^^^ this man right here is a fkn trooper and my new boo.

She Works Hard For The Money...

Well I started work this week and I have to say I have a whole new respect for those who work the 9 to 5 because that is exactly what I am doing. This just makes me not want to finish school because I cannot take working 8 hours a day. Sure my job is relatively easy but I don't move around. My feet fall asleep constantly and I have to be polite ALLL day. What type of foolishness is that? This job is also taking up most of my time. I get home at 7 everyday, tired as all hell and the only things I can do are eat and fall asleep. Who knew being a secretary for lawyers could be so tiring? Well one thing I have learned is that I am definitely not made to be a secretary for sure. However, the pay I can fxck with. My check is BANANAS! And my summer earning total is friggin CRAZYYY! I am ballin' like my name is Jim Jones *shudder*.

The best part is...I can afford the Louis Vuitton Stephen Sprouse bag =]

Well off to family bonding time. My lil bro is sick and we are trying to make him feel better with some love.

LATER KIDS!

What Happens In The Party...

[photo props to Kirsten J. She's a great photographer, check her site www.kirative.com]

Stays in the party *does a lil parkway shuffle*
Thank you Rupee for those wonderful lyrics.

Attended a party on Saturday and my, my, my was it popping to say the least.

I'll finish next time, I got work in the morning so...PEACE!

Late Night Chuckle

I have been watching The Simpsons ever since I was wittle me and this has always been one of my favorite moments:



I laughed until I cried lol.

Well you know B. Scott could not leave this fxckery untouched. Best response video lol:

This Ain't For Ringtones, This Ain't for Itunes, This Ain't For Z-100...

AHHHHHH HOVA IS BACK! ALL YOU HORRIBLE RAPPERS GO BACK INTO YOUR CAVES AND NEVER RETURN! THE NORTH IS BACK, NEW YORK IS TAKING RAP BACK. IT'S OVER FOR THE SOUTH Y'ALL! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.

If you do not know of what I speak, Hot 97 debuted 'DOA (Death of Auto-tune)' by Jay-Z @ 9 pm. And an hour later I already downloaded it [thank you internet recorders lol].



I don't about you all but I am excited for The Blueprint 3 like a mofo. Hov spits fire on this track and No I.D killed it on the production. Bravo. New York, New York we backkkk. All hail the king! I'm sorry for being so excited and a tad cocky but if I hear 'Swag Surfing' one more time, I'ma box someone. Like what the fck has music come to? Kill the swag talk, kill the auto-tune [yes you too T-Pain, you gots to go with that bull], kill all the same crap we hear on the radio every day. I'm tired of this pop, radio friendly shxt. I want some good music dang it! Thank you Jigga for taking back the rap game with an iron fist and telling those fools that auto-tune is not the business and it is not what the people are checking for. Lil Wayne, stop that shxt. Mac Mane...stop now. Ron Browz...eh your a nobody anyway. Kanye...I love you but..yeah cut it out boo. And the rest of you STOP IT! This is not the fkn 80s. Shock me with something because if I hear one more song sounding like a computer is sing a love song to me [Jeramih or whatever your name is mister birthday sex man -_-], we will fight. Mark Your Calendars: September 11th, 2009 is the release date for BP3. The next single is supposed to have Drake on it so I am super excited for my boo Jimmy [yes he is still Jimmy to me, he just grown now] =].

Sidetrack: I know this is old news but is/was Drake really with Bria Myles? If so...bravo! Smh @ me being angry when the Rihanna rumors were going around and being happy that he has possibly been with Bria. I like her.



T-Pain, Ron Brows, Birthday Sex Man [I cannot spell his name]& Lil Wayne = Lawrys
fxck it, Hov this is my ringtone.

Fashion Goal of Summer 2009:

So the Stephen Sprouse x Louis Vuitton Collection has been out for a hot minute now. I refused to cover it because every blog on the earth did especially when that skateboard base avec Louis V case appeared. This is my favorite collabo aside from the Murakami collabo, from 2004 I believe, with Louis Vuitton and I admit I am obsessed with it. Neon graffitti and designer monograms are so Slim [street with a glamourous twist I like to say] and so that is why my official fashion goal for the summer of 2009 is....drum roll please...THE STEPHEN SPROUSE X LOUIS VUITTON SPEEDY 30 PURSE!!! I've wanted a Louis purse since 7th grade and I think it's bout time I get one. Only issue...I don't know how much I will make over the summer to afford this before it's discontinued. Wanna know the price? Hold on to your seats kids. The Speedy 30 from the Stephen Sprouse collection is $1,180 *winces* ugh I envy the rich and simple. But I love this purse and damn it I want it! And the ads are just sick. I need to do a photoshoot like this one day. Glowing neon, topless, and designer = straight heaven. I'm skinny, I'm cute, I can be a model damn it!


I just like these rings. Pointlessly expenisve...


The Speedy 30 in pink & green. The orange seemed too dull on the website =/

Is There Anyone Out There Because It's Getting Harder & Harder To Breathe...

WELL WELL WELL, I was tired as soon as I got to school yesterday. Apparently I looked real bad because my advisor told me as soon as he saw me "You look really tired and worn out". Chea! Ya think?!?! Junior year has been nothing but hell on some seriousness BUTTT EN-TEE-WAYS! All day I had been having problems breathing but near the end of the day it was so bad that I could hardly go up the stairs and I couldn't speak without gasping for air after gasping for air after two words. My friend, David, walked me to bio and helped me in the elevator for my last period french class. He told me to go to the nurse but me being the stubborn human being I am said no and hauled myself to french class. In the middle of french my teacher asked me if I was okay. I definitely wasn't because my chest we tightening and I couldn't stay up. I told her I think my asthma is coming back and I hauled myself out of the classroom. I saw two of my classmates in the hallway and laid down next to them. I immediately fell asleep and then woke up 5 minutes later and went to the dean because I really felt like dying. As soon as I got to her office she told me to sit down and she called the nurse. The nurse came, made me drink mad water, and then had me do a breathing test. Out of my normal 450, I only shot up to 55. They called my mom to see if she can get to me with some medicine but she was too far away and wouldn't get to me on time. Plan B: call the ambulance. The paramedics came, hooked me up to the nebulizer and some wire thingy from my wrists and chest. Madness. The gorgeous female paramedic [smh @ thinking she was gorgeous though I could hardly breathe to save my life] said that I shouldn't play with my lungs because if I waited any longer I could have needed CPR. They then strapped me into this wheelchair thingy and wheeled me out the building. As they rolled me out of the elevator I see the Lone Harlemite, Amaris, and Ashbash lined up by the entrance with sad faces. I wanted to laugh so hard because the situation never seemed that serious to me and they were looking like sad puppies. It's weird that I could have died but the entire situation was hilarious; I wanted to laugh but my lungs wouldn't permit me -_-. Sooo they wheel me down Jay Street. People looking at me like "Awww poor thing bout to die" and Ismaelly [lil freshman who I adore] is like " GIRLLLL! You got asthma too! I hope you feel better!" Too funny. They stick me in the back of the ambulance with the dean and turn on the siren. *side track* HOW G AM I? I GOT THE SIREN BXTCHES! HAHA! We driving down the street and homie in the driver's seat clicks on that siren. Gased much! *back to real world*. Yeah so we get to Long Island College Hospital aka LICH and they register me [which was fairly easy because I was born there] and gave me around 8 or 9 asthma treatments. That nebulizer was my best friend on Friday man. The nurse was really funny and my doctor was possibly gay but he was cute. They gave me this nasty red medicine that coated my mouth and refused to give me water -_-. Soon my pops strolled in [I was crazyyy shocked and scared because my dean was there. Can you say financial aid fck up? CHEA!]. She left moments after and I chilled with the padre until the madre popped in. They both chilled with me and my dad left after a good while. It was nice seeing him. Then my mom stayed with me and both her & the nurse cracked on me. She got some nerve seeing as I got my asthma from her side of the fam -_-. Then my auntie came and I was released pretty late with 4 prescriptions of asthma stuff. My aunt bought me shrimp dumplings and snacks and we came home. I love the folks at LICH. Greatest hospital ever. My fam = the greatest ever. Minus the fact that the whole of St. Vincent thinks I'm dying lol. This was my first full blown asthma attack since I was 4 and man I never wanna have one again. My poor lil lungs were struggling. Now everyone is yelling at me to be careful. BLAME THE ALLERGIES!



Blame it on the trees.
Make you wanna sneeze.
Blame it on the pollen.
Got your lungs swollen.
Blame it on the ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-allergies.
A Slim Thugg Original ^^^



*sigh* my poor kids might have asthma, hope they never have to go through anything like this. Although it was fun as all hell minus the almost dying part.



I wanted a purple one. Once again I was stuck with a blue one -_-

Asian Persuasion

Known fact that I love me some Asian guys, yes yes correct? Good! I just thought this video was cute and decided to post it because 1) homie in the vid is cute, 2) his theory is something to be discussed and 3)I love seeing black females with asian guys because it's something you see but not like everyday. His wife is black and he is Chinese [cute ass Chinese boy]. I know of some Asian dudes who date nothing but Black chicks but they are all taken so you single chocolate loving Asian friends...Ima need y'all to give a sister a call, send be a text, SOMETHING LOL. My reason for liking Asians is not from his theory, mine stems from influence and just straight up being open minded. As long as you're cute and I like your personality, we can chill. Period. However, my family has this Asian thing lol. My mother LOVESSSS Asian guys. She has always said if she didn't meet my father I would have been half Asian. I never quite knew how to take that but anyway my brothers are into Asian girls and I am into Asian guys. It seems to be a personality trait or something. On my behalf I could say that I may have been influenced by my mother [because she has been drooling over Jet Li for since I could remember] but my brothers did not grow up with my mom until their junior high years. So as I grew up hearing this 'that's one sexy Asian' I began to look and see damn...they really are sexy. My crush in junior high was this Japanese kid who was almost blacker than me lol. I went into my rock phase but he kept me on my hood side whenever I chilled with him. *sigh* those were the days. What I need to do is go over to Canarsie High School. They have a good chunk of cute Asians. Oh and so does Brooklyn Tech. SMH @ me sounding like a fiend but I have been with black, hispanic, and white but never an Asian. Eh I'm rambling at this point but this is my blog so who cares [surly not I].

Question: Why every time I say I like Asian guys to Black dudes they wanna throw the "they have small penises" line at me? The fck you doing looking at other men's private areas? How do you know Asians are lacking in the package? Just like there are Black dudes trolling around with little vienna sauages, there are Asians with that good peen. And besides, it's not the size of the friend, it's how you use him =x. [LMFAO @ me sounding like a sex queen but damn it's 3 am and my brain isn't right at the moment]. And why is it okay for you [black male] to date outside of the race but the minute a black female tries/wants to you get all up in arms? SMH @ the foolishness.

Now to the theory of the cute asian in this vid! He may have something there. Asian guys are constantly baraded by Asian chicks with insults about how they aren't as good as White men. Black females...gosh we just have it hard. Not only do we have other races telling us that our big lips, hips, butts, hair, and skin is good for nothing except maybe being a video model in some raunchy hip-hop video, we have men in our own race downing us. How many of us have heard that we aren't as good as the light skinned girl? How many of us have seen them drool over the lil hispanic girls? Half of of the females that I see getting snatched up by black dudes deserve to be snatched up by bear traps because they look busted. What do us good looking females have to do now? Go outside the race. Asian guys, your fems say you aren't worthy, come on over here. We have all seen blasian kids, we know black females and asian males can produce some beauties so why be so hesitant? I say join forces and take over the world.

Slim is now accepting boyfriend applications from the Asian community. I mean I have been doing so since I spotted Jet Li in "Romeo Must Die" [always thought he was fine] but I am a teen now, I need to explore and I've seen the Asians of my generation [they are going hard man]. Yo am I the only one who thought Trunks from Dragon Ball Z was fine?