Here’s the thing internet

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I’ve been meaning to make some changes around here… Especially with my life. . .

So, I changed my Twitter user name today to Charlie Sheena… Which, by the way, is my real nick name given to me by my friend Jimi of Alumni NYC. Why? Well, because my real name is Sheena. (GASP! DID I JUST DO THAT? I FEEL NAKED!) Well, let’s face it… Charlie Sheena just all kinds of fits me… So, I figured… If I let my good friends call me Charlie or Charlie Sheena… Why is it that I can’t let you? I can! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. YAY! BEST FRIENDS!

Anyways…. LETS TALK… The Italian Job is on right now… I swear I get such a huge non existent boner every time I see Charlize Theron drive that Mini like a bat out of hell. Not because of how hot she is… more or less because I wish that was ME driving that Mini like a bat out of hell.

Let me give you an example:

Ahhhh…. Heaven.

So, I was going to go off on some rant about how people are fucking dumb. But, I’d rather post pictures of me and things I imagine! Amazing, right? Oh, you don’t like it? Oh, I don’t care.

Love you!!! :)

xoxox

Charlie Sheena

wow that was weird I’m so used to typing MM ….

Learn from your mistakes and your life will no longer be of interest to me.

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I need to make this a quick little entry. I have to be up early to go hiking at Runyon Canyon. Anyways, moving on…

I went on a date with some dude who hit me up on the good ol’ reliable okstupid. I had not really done anything with that site as of lately because I was kind of hanging out with someone whom I cared for dearly. Unfortunately, life happens and he is no longer around after I received and email instructing me to, “Go fuck yourself.”

Little did he know that I do that everyday because I am so horny. Zing!

So this dude… We’ll call him Bryan. Because, well that’s his name. Bryan… he’s handsome. My first initial impression with him visually was that he was very clean and handsome. He appeared to have no tattoos. I believe he’s in his 30’s. (I had to go look at his profile to figure it out…fuck I have no memory. Thanks, Ambien!) He had nice hair. I really like hair. Big fan of nice hair. He had nice teeth. His message to me was pretty short and simple. I’m not even sure why I answered exactly. I only logged on because I was bored at work while waiting for some shit I needed to do to get back to me.

His message was:

Did You Say Kerouac?

Ok, seriously. You have the best written profile I’ve seen yet, your pictures are gorgeous, you obviously have a good sense of humor, and your likes are scary similar to mine. No, seriously.

I’m Bryan by the way. We should have a chat. Or we could just exchange pics of our cats.

I responded very politely..(Unlike what someone on Twitter said I do.. : D )

O_o

Are you real? Is someone playing jokes on me? Where’s Ashton? I’m being Punk’d, right? Wow, our profiles are pretty similar and so are our interests. That’s kind of scary! Do you ever go on AIM or anything? My sn is *NONEOFANYONESBUSNINESSONHERE* I’d be pretty okay with hearing from you! :)

He picked some random bar in Sherman Oaks that I laughed so hard at when I walked it. I honestly had one of the best first dates I’ve ever had with a guy. I laughed so much.. It’s been a long time since anyone but myself has made me laugh.

The only issue I have with him is he’s very vague about things…

Which leads me to believe he’s the dude from the Brinks Home Security commercials:

I really hope that’s not true… because if he wants to make raepz happen and he runs away from an alarm then he’s not determined enough for me!
To be continued:
GOD! I’m tired. I love you guys! xoxox

Changes happening

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Some changes will be happening to my site over the next few days… Do not be alarmed or scared!

Re-Inventing ones self is completely natural.

Love you guys! Can’t wait for you to see! :)

xoxox

I just don’t fucking understand how people can be so selfish.

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This is going to be one of those long overdue entries where I go on and on about things bothering me… specifically 2 individuals.

First scenario: I meet this boy. Boy seems amazing. Completely adorable. Boy wears cute fuzzy sweaters. Boy seems really nice. Boy hates that I say what doing? Boy hates that I do things to “act adorable.” (His words not mine.. because I even said, ‘I’m not acting.. I really am that adorable.’ he was not happy with that response.) Here’s the thing… a few weeks ago he told me that he didn’t really have any feelings for me. So, I just assumed we were hooking up and that was that. Then I get my lips done and he tells me he hates it that they look terrible and that he was actually thinking about being serious with me but if i continue to get my lips injected then he won’t because he can’t stand to look at them. (Or something along those lines. I am actually so angry that I don’t even know how to clearly get my thoughts out.) Then Boy tells me that he’s not comfortable with my past of being in porn. Boy tells me that he doesn’t like my blog saying things like calling me a whore… and having naked pictures… Boy is uncomfortable with my URL. Boy doesn’t want to have to explain to people if they go to his blog and see that I am reading his blog with Google reader why my URL is backdoorwhore. (don’t worry I already un-followed his blog. I’d hate to embarrass anyone < / sarcasm > .) Boy says to me that I should in fact be embarrassed that I have been in porn. Boy wants me to remove burning angel affiliate from my blog. I sent my webmaster an email asked him to take care of some of that for me. I also then removed the picture on my blog that he did not like because my nipple was showing. I told him I didn’t mind compromising. But, the thing is I don’t want to compromise on something where I feel as if I am the only one doing anything to make someone happy… I mean I think that’s fair? Maybe I”m fucked up. But I even said to boy… You shouldn’t have to sacrifice who you are just because somebody else has a problem with it. The most important relationship in my life is the relationship with myself. I make myself happy then everyone else follows. Why? Well, because at the end of the day when Boy didn’t call me yesterday when I had a bad day… who was there for me? I WAS. I WAS THERE FOR ME NO MATTER WHAT. I was there for me when I was a whoreface porn girl. I was there for me when I wasn’t what someone else wanted me to be. I don’t want someone who’s going to be there for me on their terms. I want someone who’s going to be there UNCONDITIONALLY. That’s something that someone needs to prove. That’s not something that is immediately given! Why is that hard for someone to understand? I’m not being mean. I’m protecting myself. I protect myself because no one else will. Because, I’ve been hurt before. I learned my lesson. I don’t want to have to learn it again! Ugh. My mind is all shit up by this crap. I had nightmares all night after I got a text from boy almost scolding me because the “link” wasn’t removed… You know what? With an attitude like that I DONT GIVE A FUCK WHAT YOU WANT. I”LL PUT PICTURES OF MY PUSSY ALL OVER MY FUCKING BLOG! BECAUSE YOU DONT TELL ME WHAT TO DO! You ask politely. You ask me what I think. YOU HEAR WHAT I HAVE TO SAY. BECAUSE YOURE NOT THE ONLY ONE IN THIS FUCKING RELATIONSHIP. YOURE NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO WANTS TO BE HAPPY. STOP FUCKING THINKING ABOUT EVERYTHING YOU WANT… And ask me.. WHAT THE FUCK DO I WANT? I want to be happy and frankly, my dear… I’m not fucking happy waiting for you to call me. I’m not fucking happy with “I don’t have strong feelings for you.” I am not fucking happy with you telling me that you compare every girl to your ex girlfriend. I”M NOT FUCKING HAPPY WITH SETTLING WITH WHATEVER THE FUCK WAS DROPPED IN MY LAP. But, I will tell you what makes me happy. This blog. My friends. My followers. DOING WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANT MAKES ME HAPPY. I’m not embarrassed of who I was… you want to know why? Because who was led me to who I am today.. and today… I am a good god damn person. I am a strong person. I am growing. I am amazing. I AM ME. NO ONE will ever take that away from me. So fuck you if you’re fucking embarrassed. and FUCK YOU if you aren’t happy with who I am… I DONT FUCKING GIVE A SHIT ANYMORE… everyone in this fucking world wants me to be someone they want me to be! I WANT TO BE ME. I WANT TO HAVE MESSY HAIR. I WANT TO HAVE PLASTIC SURGERY. I WANT TO HAVE WHATEVER THE FUCK MY LITTLE HEART DESIRES and who the fuck are you to get in the way of it? You don’t pay for it. You don’t pay my bills. Fuck! Everyone has got me so fucking angry. It’s like there isn’t enough hours in a week to please everyone that needs to be pleased. I don’t have time to fix your deep seated emotional issues that your ex girlfriend or mom gave you. I DONT HAVE TIME WORLD?! YOU HEAR THAT?! NO TIME! WHY? Because I’m here living MY LIFE BY MY RULES. Because if I die 20 years from now.. or tomorrow.. I’m not going to be at the gates of where ever going.. “Oh shit… I wish I could have actually been happy with myself… I just wasted my entire life trying to make blah blah blah happy.” What the fuck is that bullshit. I’M NOT JESUS… Im not fucking dying on anyone’s cross for anyone’s sins. I’m not fucking perfect. But, I am a good person. I would be a good friend to anyone if they showed me that I could trust them. I would be an excellent girlfriend to someone if that was something another person I came to the conclusion we both wanted to do. COMPROMISE… NOT ME DO EVERYTHING ELSE EVERYONE ELSE WANTS ME TO DO. COMP-RO-MISE.

com·pro·mise
/ˈkɒmprəˌmaɪz/ Show Spelled [kom-pruh-mahyz] Show IPA noun, verb,-mised, -mis·ing.
–noun

1.
a settlement of differences by mutual concessions; an agreement reached by adjustment of conflicting or opposing claims, principles, etc., by reciprocal modification of demands.
2.
the result of such a settlement.
3.
something intermediate between different things: The split-level is a compromise between a ranch house and a multistoried house.
4.
an endangering, esp. of reputation; exposure to danger, suspicion, etc.: a compromise of one’s integrity.

Get it? Now, fucking soak that up, homey. Read this and understand….

Can’t make no money in bed. So there ain’t no future fuckin’ you. Just because we bone doesn’t mean you fucking own me, I’M GROWN.

GET IT?

There is a fucking reason I have ICE QUEEN TATTOOED ON THE BACK OF MY NECK….. DON’T MAKE ME SHOW YOU WHY. . .

This is my song to you internet tubes:

That being said.. I’m going to pour one out for my homey’s. Actually, I’m just going to go to a bar and drink until I forget every single person’s name and purpose in my life who are shitting up my mind right now.. That includes you boy who text me at 1:30 am acting like I’m your fucking sex slave who must do as you obey… and that dumb ass fucking piece of shit asshole who slept with that fucking nasty as shit bag of smashed assholes CUNT RAG who looks like she has fetal alcohol syndrome. BOTH OF YOU can start construction of building a fucking bridge and getting the fuck over yourselves because I survived before you and I’ll survive after you…..

I GET SHIT DONE. I DO WHAT I WANT.

PERIOD.

xoxox

MM

(Ugh, I’m hostile today. This is embarrassing.)

Shitty Day Much?

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I had a super shitty day today. Between Thursday, Friday, and today… I’m really reconsidering the amount of people whom I allow into my life and home. It seems like lately everyone wants me to do all of this stuff to please them but no one gives a fuck what it is that I need in order to be happy. I am mad at myself because I never say anything and I just keep doing things to please others and I always make myself come second… This shit has got to stop. I mean when the fuck are people going to put filters on their mouths before they speak… I am fucking exhausted. I will probably cry myself to sleep… I hope you’re all well. I’ll check in with you guys later. xoxox

MM

B/c I am sharking and I want to punch people in the face…

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I just tweeted something about how Remy Ma and Lil’ Kim were my role models and how they’ve been MIA from the media lately. Some people responded saying they were hoes. But, the thing is this.. They’re my role models (we’ll use that term loosely because technically my grandma is the only lady I look up to.) because they just don’t give a fuck. You see Lil’ Kim in her video, “No Matter What They Say…” and she’s just saying it… It doesn’t matter what people say! You can call her a whore. It’s because she is one. She fucking owns it. That’s what’s up! Man, you see all of these men walking around like, “Yeah Dawg! I just hit like 5 pussies..” … Or however you guys talk to each other when the ladies aren’t around. Either way, fuck you guys! I can hit it and quit it too! Truth be told the only recreational activity I’ve ever been good at is Sport Fucking! There ain’t no shame in my game! Shit doesn’t get me down when you throw out the word whore at me.. Because it’s like 2010. Who the fuck even cares who you sleep with as long as you’re safe about it? These ladies fucking own up to what they are and they flaunt it and they look damn good doing it! This is why I love Remy Ma and Lil’ Kim. They are fucking amazing. There’s nothing worse then a whore who can’t admit what she is. Be proud and just fucking own it…. Just for that I will leave you with my theme song… Yes, I feel like this song should play every time I enter a room…

xoxox

MM

PS Im still grumpy and bleeding. >:(

I have no idea what I am doing right now.

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I know I told someone that I would meet them at the bar tonight. (Friday.) However, it is really warm under this heated micro fleece blanket. In turn that is making me want to spend more time in my bed and less time not in bed. If there was a tall Jewish man in my bed next to me this would also be a bonus. It would be more of a bonus if he would have sex with me and at least be somewhat funny. I mean like funny like me… Not like obnoxious he thinks hes funny but I really don’t find him funny. No, not like that at all. This week was a little insane. Well, no… Never mind. It was not. I got new lips. They’re really cool. I’m a huge fan of them. OH! I got an internet stalker. He has bitch tits. He also looks eerily similar to a bag of smashed assholes. :( He made a fake Twitter account calling me fat and adding everyone that I was friends with. Woooooohhoooo How stupid. He found a picture of me when I used to be fat. Bitch couldn’t even take 5 minutes to get a recent picture of me naked off of my blog? Come on, loser. What kind of lurker are you? A terrible one! (That’s for sure.)

Moving forward with this blog entry…. It’s now Sunday. I was too lazy to finish writing. Yesterday I spent sleeping (coma.) pretty much all day. It sucked because I had a ton of shit to do this weekend but I didn’t do any of it because I was just asleep. I did my laundry today but it’s 6 PM and now I am back in bed. I’m super tired and no matter what I do (like drink sugar free redbull kegs.) helps me wake up. I think this is one of the things that sucks about being a lady. You have to deal with that fact that you have Shark Week once a month. :*(

Anyways, I wish I had some awesome jokes for you but I’m just grumpy because I am bleeding from my vagina for the next 5 days and I’d rather be like out doing something more awesome then whining in bed. I wish there were cute Jewish comedians who would come make comedy in my bed while I whine about my ovaries trying to burrow out of my vagina.

I’m not sure if you have any idea what it’s like to be on your period… However, I have taken the liberty to draw this diagram for you a few months ago. I am going to post it so you can understand.

Now you realize what I deal with every 28 days. Not only do I have to pay rent to someone every 30 days but every 28 days I get to deal with my ovaries trying to burrow out from my vagina. This seems completely unfair to me.

Lastly, I would like to say that I do what I want. Also, I want to shave my cat like a lion.

Thank you!

Please enjoy these photos I took of myself with my cellular telephone earlier this week.

Thank you. That is all.

xoxox

MM

Product recommendations! Things that Madison Mitchell LOVES!

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Hello World! I hope everyone is well. I wanted to kind of change up some things in here a little bit and write an entry where it focuses on some products that I have come to love that have helped change my life. I don’t mean to be dramatic but when your self esteem is more positive your life just seems to work a whole lot better.

Recently I finally was able to get health insurance. I know that it seems like such a small thing to be stoked about but when you have to pay 150-300 dollars for an office visit and then medication.. Shit, you become really stoked with something as simple as health insurance. The first day my health insurance was active I made an appointment with a dermatologist I found on Yelp! (Yes, a dermatologist. I have been suffering from moderate acne for the last 2 years. It fucking sucks.) The name? Dr. Douglas Hamilton M.D. . I have only seen one dermatologist before and he gave me Retin A for my acne. It just gave me this insane chemical burn. I hated using it. So naturally I was a little resistant to go see another doctor especially since that Rentin A cost me 80.00 dollars and I still have a full bottle in the bathroom. That shit sucks so bad I think about putting it on peoples faces that I hate so it burns their faces too! >:( Moving on… After I finished filling out all of the tedious paper work I went into my room awaiting Dr. Hamilton’s arrival. Once he came in the room he asked me about my problem. I told him and his intern (who was mildly attractive in the Jewish you’re going to be a dermatologist soon and completely loaded and so that makes you more attractive to my wallet which is located in my pants but I mean my vagina kind of attractive.) that the problem was I had started getting acne about 2 years ago. I explained that prior to that I never had any issues with my skin. I never did anything special to take care of my skin before. I washed my face with whatever shit I had in the shower. I never wore makeup. Girls used to envy my skin and tell me how amazing it was and how they wish they were born with my perfect Italian skin. Then 2 years ago I just started exploding with break outs. It got bad all over… on my chest.. on my face… on my back.. sometimes even on my scalp. I explained to Dr. Hamilton that it not only was painful and took forever to heal but it was really effecting the way I looked at myself. For the first time in my life I could not leave my house without makeup on because I was too embarrassed for people to see my acne and my dark spots where past acne was. The awesome thing was that he didn’t just give me medication and sent me on my way. He actually explained to me some causes of acne and what I was doing wrong and different solutions and WHY he was giving me the medication he was giving me and what else we will be doing in this on-going process to solve my issues. He told me that scientists don’t know a whole lot about acne and why it happens to some people exactly at 24 like it happened to me. He said that diet does not play a role in acne at all. He explained to me what acne was… which is fucking gross… But he didn’t say that. I did. So he asked me what I was doing to care for my skin before I had come to him. I explained to him my regiment. I used an all natural fruit oil vitamin a, e, and d cleanser. I used an alcohol free aloe based toner and cetaphil face lotion with two drops of jojoba oil. (I have SUPER dry skin and jojoba oil is amazing for your skin and acne as well.) I used to also use a scrub every other day with my clarisonic face brush. He told me my first problem was that I was doing way too much stuff to my face and I was irritating it which would also make me break out more. (Go figure!) He recommended a face wash to me that he sold inside of his office for a cheaper than retail price…. Behold all that is this amazing cleanser! Neova Herbal Wash made by ProCyte!!!

Secondly, he said he would like me to use a different moisturizer at night time in addition to my cetaphil and jojoba oil. It was formulated and made by Dr. Hamilton for his patients. It’s called “Ultra Lite Moisture Dew.”

In addition to those two being the ONLY THINGS I did to take care of my face I was also give 3 prescriptions. I was so skeptical when he said I was to only do that. AND to wash my face I used JUST MY HANDS for 15 seconds then use tons of water to rise with not too hot, but warmer. He said if my face broke out I could use a hot wash cloth and put it on the affected area to steam it. I’m telling you I was like… Man this is a waste of time. No way in hell this is going to work. . .

The prescriptions I was given were:

Acanya gel.

I was to apply that in the morning after 20 minutes after I washed my face. Then 20 minutes after that I could moisturize.

Next, I was given something I had heard about on TV but never used…

Differin gel 0.3%

The last step to my process of healing my face and body was for oral use… (Heh, Oral.)

Oracea 40MG Once Daily 20 minutes before food intake with one glass of water. #FML

Dr. Hamilton suggested this because it not only helps with acne from the inside out but it also helps people with rosacea. Which P.S. I totally have. I’ve always had these red undertones on my face my whole life. Who knew there was a cure for that. I just thought I was red all the time because that’s just how I was. Whoops. I mean I knew rosacea was a real thing… But, I didn’t know what it looked like in a mild case. I had always seen the most extreme cases.

Finally, Dr. Hamilton said I need to discontinue using the MAC makeup I grew to love and switch to a mineral makeup. If I was going to be in the house I would have to not wear anything and let my skin breathe. I didn’t really like when he said that and I said.. NO I NEED SOMETHING THAT COVERS THIS SHIT OR I LOOK LIKE A MONSTER! He laughed. When I was in the office I was pretty broken out. It was bad. I thought it was because I got that clean and clear black head eraser which made my blackheads on my nose disappear but then like 1 week later I got huge zits all over my face and they all turned into scabs and hurt really bad. My back was broken out too! It was disgusting and super painful. I followed his regiment suggested even though I had serious doubts. After the first night of use I had awoken the next morning to a face and back that was DRAMATICALLY clearer. I was amazed. My skin was drying out very fast though. On the 3rd day I came to work with no makeup on because my face was super dry and I tried to put makeup on but I just had snake face. It really sucked. I took my makeup off and put a shit ton of that moisture dew shit with a shit ton of jojoba oil on… I let it soak in all day. I didn’t wash my face with soap that day either… Just water. I was super embarrassed and when I walked into work I kept my hood up. Someone stopped me and said… “Oh my god.. look how clear your face is.. what are you doing differently?” I kind of smiled and just went on my way. By my 5th day of treatment I had discontinued using both products in one day and kind of switched it up to alternating days. Only because I really have dry and sensitive skin and that shit HURTS! The alternating seemed to really help the dryness. That evening I went over to my friend Ryan’s house and he complimented me on my skin and how much better it looked. He said he felt bad for how broken out I was before that because he used to suffer with acne too… I was kind of glad I didn’t have to feel like a weirdo.. you know acne is kind of embarrassing at least to me.. I wouldn’t wish it upon my worst enemy. It does horrible things to your self esteem and confidence levels.

The last changes I had to make in my skin care were to stop using my good old MAC makeup… Oh boy, I was SOOOO NOT happy about this. I did research every night on what were the best Mineral foundations and powders… and blushes… and primers… All that lady stuff… Ill spare you the details and tell you what I went with…

For a face primer and all around lazy day thing I went with: Philosophy The Supernatural Poreless, Flawless tinted SPF.

I have only two words to review this product… : FUCKING AMAZING!

My Foundation I chose….: Philosophy: The Supernatural airbrushed canvas with SPF 15

Additionally, I got blush from the same line by Philosophy as well as the lipgloss:

When I first put that powder on I was thinking to myself…”This shit better work because for 35 dollars I could have eaten the whole week… I swear Ill kill that god damn doctor if this doesn’t work..”

I put a little dab on a brush and swirled it around my entire face 3 times. I put the brush down and opened my eyes… I looked in the mirror and said to myself..”Holy fucking shit… THIS IS THE BEST KEPT SECRET IN MAKEUP AND SKIN CARE!”

It takes me 15 minutes to get ready now as opposed to the 60 + it took me before. 5 of those 15 minutes are me getting dressed. I’m not even kidding you. This shit doesn’t even feel like its on your face. You literally feel like you have no makeup on and your skin looks FLAWLESS! It was by far worth every fucking penny.

So, that’s it peoples. That’s my review of these things that I love. They are amazing. Dr. Hamilton is amazing… and if you live in Los Angeles he has an office in Beverly Hills and in Woodland Hills. He published a book which I got a copy of called, “Beverly Hills Beauty Secrets by Douglas Hamilton: A Prominent Dermatologist and Plastic Surgeon’s Insider Guide to Facial Rejuvenation.”

Next time I am going to review the AbCircle Pro. That should be fun! We’ll make this a regular thing in my blog… Things I like: Because I am self absorbed. :)

Also, here is a picture of my face with just that powder on it… Just look how amazing it is… :) My face.. Not the makeup.. JUST KIDDING!! ;) Or am I?

xoxox

MM

P.S. Feel free to purchase me any of these things off of my wishlist or a sephora gift card then I can go buy it myself :) That’d be awesome!!!

i can has snuggles, plz?

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That’s all I want… snuggles…. plz.

xoxox

Let me tell you about my microcrush on @andre_legacy . . and my week…

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I guess by now you all know that I get microcrushes on dudes quite often… So, today, we’ll talk about Andre Legacy.

I took the liberty of obtaining a portion of his biography from some shitty website that I do not care to cite…

At 6′4 (6′6 with afro), the 1/2 Armenian 1/2 Russian ANDRE LEGACY is a Los Angeles native with roots in its ever evolving hip-hop culture.

….. You had me at 6′4! I love tall dudes… but then he has that grimy hip hop/skater dude look… homeless chic is what I like to call it.
Lately, I’ve been really into that song that he was featured in from the movie “The Hang Over.” It features him, Dirt Nasty, and Mickey Avalon. I believe that Cisco Adler and Lil’ Jon Produced it! I am a huge fan of the song…

I particularly like Andre’s solo. I, too can relate to being famous for being opiated and falling asleep at tables… I mean before I quit doing drugs. :D

Anyways, he’s hot. So am I… end of my story. Andre Legacy… If you’re reading this… I have a message for you…

Bitches love the rape.

I’ve had this killer cough now for 2 weeks. First it was this awkward dry cough at night. Since I finally drug my ass into the doctors and got a shot of antibiotics and a RX for Mucinex I just keep coughing and it’s making this terrible sound. :( I kind of just wish it would go away altogether. Ehhh…

I really need to go do laundry and go grocery shopping. I am completely unmotivated today. Last night I hung out with my friend Peter. He made me dinner and we watched, “The Invention of Lying.” It was alright.

I got in a car accident on Friday. That was pretty awesome. I mean I knew I really wanted to do something on Friday so at least I got in an accident! :D

Saturday I got an unexpected phone call from the most beautiful, Ryan. We went to breakfast at Marmalade Cafe and then he left me to go hang out with his friends from work.

I feel like I need some attention with a dude in bed… you know like snuggling and what not . . . I must be about to start my period or something.

On a more positive note… all of the clothes I anticipated would fit me for a while after my recent weight loss do not fit me.. They are all too big on me… I’ve lost even more weight.

Whoops… DONT WORRY I STILL HAVE MY ASS!! BUT! My boobs seem a lot smaller…

Hey, look at me standing in the bathroom at my office!

THATS MY NEW FAVORITE DRESS! ZOMG!!

On that note my dear (s), I need to go start my day. I’ll obviously write a blog later from the laundromat!

xoxox

MM

PS Listen to the best series of wrong number messages I’ve ever received….




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