People say I'm a siddity little rich girl because I like nice things. No! I just like the finer things in life. If I got it, why not flaunt it? There's a difference between being rich and having some money and knowing how to shop. Ignorance is bliss. Have you had your shot of "hate" this morning?

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

My Oh My, Where'd Ya Get Those Thighs!!?!?

Before I start my post I just want to say that the title of this post has absolutely nothing to do with anything. I won't be talking about legs, thighs or chicken. I was feeling creative and zesty and this is what I came up with. Judge me all you want. You wouldn't be the only one.

I almost forgot to blog today! And I promised myself that I would be a lot more tentative with Listentolala. So here I go....


Since I'm starting my "diet" on Monday I've decided to pig out for the rest of this week. And I do NOT use the word "pig" loosely. For the first time in months (8-10) I had McDonalds. Despite the fact that it was SO yucky I ate it. I ate it because I was hungry and I ate it because I feel as though I won't eat it again for another year or so. Anywho, I had a fish fillet sandwich, some cold fries, a cheeseburger and a Big Mac wrap. Yeah, I said it, A.BIG.MAC.WRAP! After that combination my ass (and mouth) was on fiyahhhh. McDonalds is by far the most disgusting thing EVER! I can see why I stopped eating that crap. I felt like I was consuming large buckets of horse shit. Back to the point that I tend to make....My goal is to stuff myself silly until Monday when I start my "diet". I've been creating this mental list of things I'm craving. Chocolate, cake, cookies, donuts...mmm..donuts. Just to make sure we are all on the same page I am considering dieting because I WANT to. No one is making me, no one is telling me and please believe I look DAMN good...I just would like to tone it up and calm it down.

Speaking of food...my mom just called and told me she's getting La Caridad for dinner. On that note...I AM GONE...YUMMMMM

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

New Year, New Me, New..Ummm???

Well before the clock strikes midnight most people are jotting down their new years resolutions. From extremes such as radical weight loss to quitting anything cold turkey. I don't believe in New Years resolutions because every year I say I'm going to watch what I eat, I end up scarfing down a cookie by the third day. New Year resolutions are a bit, what's the word, CLICHE! Why do we have to wait until the new year to start busting our butts?? Tomorrow is never promised, right?? I think I sort of gave up on the whole New Years resolution thing. I mean I definitely feel as though I'll be changing some of the things I did wrong last year, but I'm not putting anything in stone.

So instead of bragging and blah blah blah-ing about New Year resolutions I'm going to go ahead and tell you my hopes and aspirations for the NEW year.

1. Get into the college of my choice.

2. Travel A LOT more with my boyfriend. (First stop, MIAMI).

3. Take a little fat off my tummy...my jeans are starting to leave that painful red line across my stomach.

4. Keep my bitch fits to a minimum (with everyone). My cousin Chip (R.I.P) told me that I need to stop being so bitter. So maybe I should take that into consideration. Therefore people will need to stop getting on my fucking nerves.

5. Be a lot cleaner and organized. My room is fucking disgusting. I'm always so scared that something is going to crawl out from underneath my bed.

6. Save a little money. Money burns my hands like chicken grease. I wish that I can just cool it and collect rather than buying unnecessary shit.

7. Become more family orientated. My family lost a young person and I feel as if it has brought us together more than ever. It's a shame that it had to happen under those circumstances but for the sake of Chip and the family, I believe we need each other more than ever.

8. Take it easy on my "sick days" so I can have more vacation days. We know DAMN well that half the time I could bring my ass in.

9. Get my sneaker collection back up to par. Ugh, didn't I just say I don't need to spend!?!?!?!

10. Minimize my facebook status's to 3-4 a day. (HA!)

So there you have it lovers. I have a list of things I would like to work at. Let's cross our chubby fingers and hope things get scratched off one by one!

Oh, and HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Monday, January 3, 2011

Skinny Bitches

I hate to start off the new year with such animosity towards a certain group of people, but I'm sorry, they have drove me to the point where I need to let it OUTTTT. I rarely express my disgust towards a certain crowd. Most of you know I embrace people of all shapes, colors and sizes. But nothing irks me more than a skinny bitch that gives me the dirtiest looks because I'm a big bitch knowing what the fuck I'm doing. This is why people say I think I'm better than others because I refuse, let me say that again, I refuse to go ahead and let some uppidity bitch think she has one up on me because she can shop at Forever 21.

Let me go ahead and tell the story before you people judge. I got on the train this morning. Started going through the doors until I found a cart that made me feel comfortable. As I began to survey the train I saw this cute little girl, probably 18-20 years old. You could tell she thought her shit didn't stink (even though I'm sure it did). I see her eyes meet mine and I already knew what the fuck it was. I'm use to these stares. I get them all the fucking time. From men and women of all ages. THAT shit doesn't phase me. As I continue to walk I see her survey my entire body..up and down...up and down. I laughed to myself. I sat down diagonally across from her and when I adjusted myself I glanced at her, caught her eye balling the shit out of me...and pulled out my ipod to change my selection of song.

What's funny is I do NOT think I am better than anyone. But I DO feel as though anyone who finds it necessary to ADORE me on a train, well shit, I'm going to give them a fucking show. I'm going to adjust my Michael Kors watch and you damn right I'm going to hold my Marc Jacobs purse high. I do this not because I am a label whore. I do it because I am SO tired of bitches (skinny ones in particular) thinking that they have the upper hand in life because they eat salad every day. A woman can be beautiful no matter what size she is. And I knew, I just knew that was why she was eying me. If she liked my bag, or my bracelet or my jacket, she could have looked and went about her business. But the look she was giving me as I walked to the seat of my choice was making me feel like Beyonce. My posts will make me seem like my nose is so far up in the air. Like I'm a siddity bitch. No, that is not the case. I have TONS of flaws just like everyone in this world. But I have no problem getting, having or keeping a man. I have no problem buying, shopping or wearing clothes. I have no breathing, ankle, hunger problems. So yes, I'm going to do me. And for those of you who don't like it, for those of you who are jealous....

Choke on a Twinkie bitch.

new year, new me..but STILL thicker than cornbread. thank you very much for fucking playing.