:: sings:: Now That We Found Love What are We Gonna Do.....With It!!!

Hola mi amors. Ok, so I'm happy. Really happy..and of course that is evident. So like I'm so happy I wanna dance.

:: takes short dance break ::

woooo i was SO trying to put the video up but all the embeds we're disabled. Okk so how much do we miss old school music?? I don't know about you guys but I can't dance. I have a little bit of rhythm. But the harlem shake, soulja boy and all that other mess....those are all too complex for me. You can't have a good time at a club if you're concentrating on how to "superman that hoe". Thats why I like old skool shit (excuse my french). I was watching VH1 Soul and came across this track...one word: FIRE!

The dance is SO freakin simple. YOUTUBE it PLEASEEE.


So I'm going to the Tyra Show again. I'm uber excited. It's crazy how you give up that one thing that was holding you back and all these wonderful things come your way.

Lovelys, I'm in LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

Well said. I mean it's nothing new. I've been feeling this way for a min. But the officialness is just AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!

Today is gonna be short. I have some shopping to do...So remember, STAY FRESH, FLY and FABULOUS my dears!!!!!

VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED!
"The Pleasure Principle of Sex"

The pleasure principle of sex.
The concepts quite complex.
Making love is the game
The pleasure is pain.
It starts out mild.
Kissing and hugging.
Then it gets wild.
Fucking and tugging.
Damn his dick is big.
I don't know what to do?
If that goes inside of me...
My coochie'd be blue
If I only knew I was fuckin with a monster
I would have never pulled my pants down
But now its too late, don't want him to frown.
He enters inside me...
AHHHHH!!! I scream as if he was taking my life,
The pain was so sharp the pain so precise.
He started off slow, which turned me on.
But when he saw I was enjoying it...
He became drawn....to the pussy and the juices it made.
He was tearing that shit up as if he woulda paid.
We're going and going and going and going.
Ughhhhh...he stops. Tells me he's about to cum.
I tighten my muscles, prepare for the arrival.
He belts out a scream, starts shaking supreme.
He's done.
Lays there silently...
He just let out a ton.
turns me over...
Says " we only begun"..
The Pleasure Principle of Sex
Damn that shits complex.

LMAO.

OH MY GAWWWWDD!!!!

It's YOUR turn now....


Whats the ga gagga girl!!! Back once more for another interesting post that probably makes absolutely NO sense. Hey, I'm new at this blogging thing so relaxxx your bones. Ok, so I realized I didn't give myself a proper introduction...which was extremely selfish of me. So i won't bore you with words.

Hi I'm La and this is my lifeeeeee.


WAL-MART= love

But WAIT theres more....my 1st and worst tattoo


and sometimes i even like to have some fun....
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...those days when i use to be young, stupid, and stupid.

so thank god i've grown up. and i don't have red hair, and act like an ass when i get drunk. so basically you can say...i live a pretty boring life =). Well I'll let you in on a little secret...come close...closer..yea yea right there.

"I'm an alien and I don't belong here"

La's Top Picks for Youtube's CRAZAAAAYYY Videos.

Commentary by Your's Truly..LA

Okk so I NEVER do 2 posts in a day. But new year, new change?? and all that good stuff. So you all must agree with me when I say youtube is great. It's like the leading search engine. But its also a place where you open up a perfect opportunity to make an ass of yourself and others. People say Myspace ruins lives?? HA!!! Youtube is like the Grim Reaper. So here's my top picks. I hope you nimrods enjoy.
NOTE: Hello.

LMFAO.


My Inspiration. HANDS DOWN!


I L.O.V.E. these chicks!


This man is a genius!!!


If you don't know then you DEF better ask someone. Jon Jon is the FUTURE of R&B...and my future hubby!


Coming Soon to a Planet Near You!!


OHHHH I almost forgot..silly ol' me.

Its amazing how your nightmares always come back to haunt you. Its like the mere memory of them burn the inside of your eye lids. Pain can't be undone, the scars are embedded forever. The soul was once a sacred thing, a hard to find commodity . But when people give it out in such quantities, the value depletes. They say you never know what you got till its gone. I object. Most people know what they have, they're just scared. Someone once told me that getting shot doesn't really hurt that bad. I compared it to a broken heart, with slightly more pain then the gun shot wound. You can't make someone love you, cuz that would be unfair. But that one-way love concept doesn't seal the deal either. Remember, it takes two to tango. You try to forget, but all you can do is remember. Painting an image in your head, which is accompanied by discomforting chills down your spine. Hating the fact that once again you let this thing... this character...crawl into your mind and take over...once again. The mind is a beautiful thing, but unfortunately its wasted. It no longer focuses on the passage of enlightenment,
instead...the stepping stones of love. The stones that never seem to stay clean. No matter rain, sun, sleet or snow. There will always be someone or something that kicks dirt in its path. Have you ever felt abandoned?? Like a little child searching for its mother. My abandonment comes in a different form. The one that never really clicks, hardly ever makes sense. My heart abandoned me. He took it when he left. When I left. So I walk around soul-less, with no answers to my questions. I no longer go out on these quests for soul searching to find myself. Because I know where it went. I'm just waiting for it to come back.

The Word of the Day is: Friendship ::elevator music plays::

you say i'm your main chick,
no shawtys on the side
just me and you..nothing to hide??
please, please, please don't lie...
i hope what you say is true,
cuz we both know that i'm into you.
prove me wrong, i hope it don't take long.

HELLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOO WORRRLLLDDDDDDDD. Please don't take my excitement for happiness. As far as you know I'm as miserable as Eeyore. Any hoot and hollers. Yesterday's lesson was trust. Today is friendship. Yupp, they go hand in hand. Hmm. Type "friendship" into the google image search and see what comes up..Go on...I'll wait. Better yet, I'll save you the time:



How fucking ironic is that shit (excuse my language) (there's absolutely nothing ironic about this picture). If I were Pinky and the Brain and finally got to take over the world, this would SO be the first thing that popped up on a google image search:


That is right lovelyss. Hands down I have the BEST bff's EVER. Like seriously mann. So the reason for this entry is...well there is no specific reason. So let's move on to a more interesting topic.

OKKK. So I don't know who's more pitiful..the dude or the lady. SMH.And this is why I'm glad to be outta Miami.


Oh the world we live in...Until next time my LOVESS.

Stay Fresh, FLY, and FABULOUS

Trust.

As promised...

A broken toy.
The screws are weak, the paint worn through.
Its been played with, thrown around and physically abused.
Mentally made it feel as if it were no good.
It sits in the corner, all alone.
It gets stepped on, kicked and made fun of by others.
Not strong enough to take a stand.
Its controlled by them..the words it speaks and the actions it makes.
The worth? A mere dollar or two.
No one wants this toy. Its played out and all used.
Its been passed along through friends. Bruised.
This toy can't take no more.
The ending time is near. Time to stop trying to be seen. And put away
forever.
The plastic its made of is melting away. And its clothes...those that
are filled with holes.
The sight of this ugly thing can make him cringe.
A broken toy.
Used and abused. Mistreated. Neglected.
I am the broken toy.

"With good, comes bad"
July 18, 2008 - January 26, 2008....

Most of my blogs are usually about love and how whack my love life really is. I won't burden you with my sob story. I won't tell you how I can't stop crying or I feel like I made the biggest mistake of my life. This blog is mostly about trust. Something that is overlooked most of the time. Trust is complicated, much like love. How easy can you allow trust to take over your choice and decisions, just like love blinds you in most cases? My biggest problem is that I trust all. I allow anybody to break that personal boundary that in all actuality should be sacred. So here's the million dollar question: Who do you trust and what components really determine that trust factor?

“To be trusted is a greater compliment than being loved.”
True story.

“The
key is to get to know people and trust them to be who they are.
Instead, we trust people to be who we want them to be- and when they're
not, we cry.”
Amen to that!

I believe that for a woman, trust is the most difficult thing to determine. I don't know about most chicks, but often I let down my barriers very quickly. Let em' spit some game and tell me how much I mean to them and BAM! I give em' my social. Over the years, over the several heartbreaks I was like ppshh, I learned my lesson. But have I really? Your instinct is one tricky bitch. Oh my jesus. With instinct and love, thats a potion for some crazaayy shat. It's opposites. Mind (instinct) and heart (love). I'm a libra. Our characteristics clearly say that we're loving and caring and all that other pitiful stuff. Yeah, basically they're trying to say that we are pitiful bitches that enjoy being taken advantage of. Ain't that a bitch. Our destiny is already pre-determined for us based on the day we were born. Don't believe me? Open up any birthday future teller book, horoscope etc..and you can't sit there and tell me not ONE thing is irrelevant to your life. Mhmm. Trust me, I read those things.

Now back to trust. Ask yourself this: how many people do you REALLY trust? I'm talking about listen to your problems hear my secrets alica keys diary kinda trust...

Me: 3 1/2
You: ?

Most people would probably say that one bestie or like their brother or sister. My half of trust is the reason for this entire entry. Lord have mercy on my soul I want to be able to trust him more then anything in this fucked up world. But there is just something that isn't allowing me to do that. My instinct is like fucking with me now. My heart is telling me go La go La go. But shit, my mind is like hold up wait a fucking minute, been there done that got the t-shirt sweetie. This is why people go crazy! Ok let's get into more detail because it gets a lot more complicated then it already is. So this person: same sign as me...both libras. Which makes it a little easier to comprehend. And let's not get it twisted, I come right out and ask what I want to know. La doesn't sugarcoat not a damn thing. But I can spot a liar, I'm good at that sort of thing. But something is telling me he isn't lying. I love this kid soooooooooooooooo much. Like whoa man, he's the Sugar Honey Ice Tea, seriously. I'm not talking about in a physical or sexual way, this is strictly mental.

I've given up on trying to figure this mess out.

The Poetry Corner

Simply put. I love poetry, it's my life. So why not share it with the lovelyyss? It's quite a bit. And I'm sorry to burst your bubble but of course it has a lot to do with my love life. But it's interesting, so keep up. Thankkkksss.

Love songs and broken thoughts..
Confused mind thats so distraught
Here I Am.
A person with pride.
But yet continues to hold her smile
Played, heartbroken, stabbed in the back.
I've been a victim of all but STILL I don't fall.
Accused of being too nice, too mean, too pretty..a fiend
See all this shit just fuels my fire
The anger engulfs my soul, and leaves my words at hot as coal.
Fuck being what everyone wants you to be. Fuck the way people really see me.
I don't wanna be the perfect girlfriend or a friend with little shame.
I want to be ME and not have to play this game.
I don't want to be understood or confused.
I want to be misunderstood.
I want to be told the truth.
Those things that they hide
Those thoughts kept inside.
I want to know them ALL
If you love me, hate me, don't give a FUCK about me.
My time has been wasted, I know I can't take that back.
I just want to know the truth, show me where its at.
So when all the lies, cheats and deceits finally come out I can say what I've been wanting to say from the start:

FUCK YOU


Well I have like a million poems. So every time I feel the urge to write a post (which needs to be often) I'll also include an original poem by me me me!!!!


On the brighter side of things (which isn't so bright at the moment). We all become addicted to these american pop culture sitcoms and television shows. We obsess over them and set crazy little timers on our cell phone. C'mon, ya know what I'm talking about: Prison Break, Gossip Girls, Lost, 24...like really, let's admit it: WE'RE ADDICTED!!! AHHHHHHHHHHH. So how cool is this??? A gay ( or homosexual) (sorry to have offended anybody) sitcom. Sex in the City for my favorite people in the world. Oh gosh, I hope this isn't controversial. Now most of you are probably thinking uhmm, what am I going to do with that mess, well the eye candy is pretty yummayyy. Let's take a look:



Need I say ANYTHING else????


Sorry guys, but thats it for now. I'll try to stop by tomorrow.