The Down House.

I feel like for the past 2 weeks, I've been living at the Down House. It's Charles Darwin's heezy...the place where he worked on his "Theory of Evolution". Anyhow, I've been physically detached, just a smidge, from social reality...incognito but with the hella. The intention is madd natural and had me thinking about the reasons why it is my natural nature...I assume from my great sense of self-awareness, I thrive on breathes of fresh solo dolo air. Shit, air gets in everywhere (Pootie Tang). From my chilling solidarity, I slept full 8+ hours, did 1 hour cardios twice a day, and gained confidence in my purpose, self-worth, and independent productivities. Sometimes, hybernating at the Down House, allows someone to find the inspirations, the calm, the peaceful state of mind one needs to fulfill personal soul-assuring spirituality. Because chilling at the Down House, low sensory stimulation, less materialistic, less superficial, self-respect, non-existing superiority and zero personality disorders resides here. So as we all are down like the economy and can't afford extravagant, unnecesary, "I wanna travel and do shit so I can post it on my facebook to get bitches to envy my percieved tightness", its very comforting and its a beautiful assurance to follow the hellayellowbrickroad to "no place like home". Maybe I'll be able to develop the "Theory of Hella...".

Moving along like a gang of picnic ants stealing the food from a picnic basket (I remember this from an old skool cartoon...I wanna say Yogi Bear but I'm not sure), I have been trying to get in shape for fabulousity, and staying good from beinging a shopping whore (although I am boarderlining it if you consider my Jimmy Choo purchases, Sephora buys and Cyber Mondays).

Its now the time to jumpstart the early New Years Resolutions...no hydrogenated oils, meaning chippies, which are my vices, shooogar, blame-it-on-the-alcohol, work out to you pass out, hungry =displeasurable yet satisfactionary results, bitches who do not honor reciprocity will get no love, bookworming it, and plan my wedding. Ha. I guess my priorities are madd clear...Get Skinny or Die Trying, then get hitched.

Lastly, sharing my passionate makeup hobbie, I purchased NYC liquid eyeliner in black pearl for $2 and it works good for a cheapy brand...just apply a thin layer and gradual winged out techique to prevent crackles (for realz!). Also, Target has E.L.F. products for the holidays for uno dinero, which includes an real decent eyeshadow brush and liquid eyeliner too...just don't get the pen form because the color is madd faint.

As I Leave this bitch, here is a look that I did which was inspired by Sephora's Candy Colored Eyes poster:




So blend blend blend and stay warm. Pizzease.

Music Therapy: Forever by Drake, Kanye, Lil Wayne & Em.
"It may not mean nothin to yall but understand nothin was done for me. So I don't plan on stoppin at all, I want this shit forever...Last name ever, first name greatest. like a sprained ankle boy, I aint nothing to play with".

Bag that Hoe's face.

So yesterday, I went to my favorite place of all time, FOREVER21. My main man will walk me to it and leave to shop at Game Stop. I saw quite a few cool things, such as cheetah print hooded vests, every other piece of clothing with sequins, and Disney & Peanuts graphic prints. I ended up only buying a purple dress for only $12.50, shown hizzere:

After my purchase, my main man (I will refer to him as that for now on) met me at the Forever21 accessory store. I was hella thrown off when I made my initial steps inside since they rearrange shit drastically...headbands are now hung-up, not in table compartments and there are madd bowls filled with chunky plastic bracelets. The shoe game at Forever is decent, but the prices are a tinge more for trendyware. After a brisk browse, I only copped a colorful feather headband, which is fun and jazzy:

Now here goes my reference to my titled blog. As we were walking out of Forever, some breezy walks in. She ain't some stranger either. This bitch is in fact my weaksauce Ex's girlfriend, the one he dumped me over for...the one who homewrecked, at least now for my benefit. She wanted to be "Activity Partners" with him and felt that she was "ghetto, but not ghetto like (me)". So a word of advice for all my beautiful ladies, STAY READY. I mean this with L-O-V-E. Cuz thank goodness Lord JEEZUS, my hair was neat, I was dressed decently, and my makeup was fabulous that nite, unlike that hoebag...This bitch looked like she got beat-up by the Chinatown Muni Bus Lady ("You Stupid!") and was dressed like a 12 year old, Section 8 resident . Should I disect this bitch's appearance for pleasurable gain? Fuck it, its my blog.

So this bitch is wearing a light blue Hello Kitty Tee (I luv Hello Kitty, but not on fat fugly hoes) and some brown khaki pants. I didn't get to peep her shoe game but I bet top dollar that it ain't worth jockin...In addition, this bitch ain't got no makeup on, she gained 10lbs on her chin and really, she ain't even worth pimpin out.

My reaction to seeing her (this was the very first time I physically saw her since 3 years ago, when my Ex left me for her) was like, "Damn. This bitch is not aging gracefully". At that moment, all I did was sternly stare at in her wack ass eyes for the whole time till we passed by each other. Then, I told my main man that it was her, the bitch who deliberately hollered at my Ex while I was with him, and hated on me by saying she was way better than me. Bitchassness. It really made my nite to see this bitch all jacked and wacked up, like an ugly duckling that turned into an uglier duckling. Bitch, I am Gangsta. Like I tend to say as my mantra, "Haters Love Me". Pizzease!

Music Therapy: Kid Cudi – Soundtrack 2 My Life "I super paranoid like a sixth sense, since my father died I ain’t been right since, and I tried to piece the puzzle of the universe, split an eighth of shrooms just so I can see the universe..."

Kaboom! Guess who stepped in the room.

I hope by blogging, I attain and obtain a moment of clarity, perspective, and mental & mood therapy...Change is constant and I am constantly open to changes, even if its never good...I'll go get 'em.
So I am on dinner break now and want to express the importance of venting. It rids the mind of toxic thoughts and cleanses your soul's assurance. Finding someone good to vent to is challenging because you have to feel secure and trusting of that listening ear. I am fortunate and lucky to have my main man who never lets me down...that's why I let him put a ring on it. Another great means to vent is like being in the lab with a pen & a pad, tryna get this damn label off...hence "A hella Piece of Strange".
Moving on, I had an interesting Halloween. Not only did I get a hang-over, I finally found my cojones over my Spooky weekend...I know I am madd tolerant of things and I know when shady shit is happening in my socialization. I've heard of it going down and once considered that maybe I might be in the Matrix of Slim Shady. However, I've confirmed that its more than a reality; its one's way of life. So what do you do when that shit is sitting right on your lap, sinking your heart and boiling your blood. Does Wayne Brady have to choke a bitch? The perpetual cycle of Shady doings will continue, even though I give it the benefit of doubt...I say to myself, "Oh, maybe this shit is happening just this one time", like a one hit wonder. However, shit doubled over and now furiates me. I will now stay ready and call shit out as I see it, regardless of remorse and regrets for hurting others' feelings...cuz if you think about it, Shady doesn't have remorse or regrets for hurting you either. Shady doings, beware. Pizzeace!