dang
Everything happens for a reason...right? I know it does. I have my head straight and I'm ready to take on the world. I haven't felt this awake for the last three years of my life. Everything was such a blur and life has way too much to offer me. I can't ignore it this time. My creative juices are flowing. The brighter the better. The bigger the hair, the closer to God. Cleansing cream. Wash, rinse, repeat. X3
I need to fuck with some peoples heads of hair and take some flicks. I know what I'm capable of no matter how dry or huge my hair looks. I can never say I have ever made anyone look like me. Which would be weird and something I would see on t.v. or something. Something. Something. None the less, I can deliver any task you ask me too. I will cut less than an inch because I know when you say an inch you mean half. When you want warm, I won't give you red. Most latinas HATE red for some reason. Tease. Tease. Tease.
Sitting up straight makes me realize how much I DON'T DO IT. I'm trying to break that habit but fuck it's so much easier to slouch... and not wear make-up. And not do your hair. And not shave your legs every other couple of days. And you can't forget your underarms. God. I hate that summer is coming because I wear dresses and shorts and have to shave my legs a lot more often. Prickly legs don't look very attractive in my book. And my hair loves moisture. And sweat. And just a slight drip of sweat will mess up anything i do to it other than wear it curly.
It feels good to type. Probably because I love to do it. If I were to ever be anyone's secretary, I'd sure as hell be a fucking bad ass one. I've been pretty bad ass at plenty of things lately. You know...being a girlfriend. Being a daughter. Keeping up with myself. Staying in touch. Just accepting life and enjoying everything as it comes.
Mark. Never in my right mind, would I ever, EVER, think I would see this guy again. And to think we're together? and we get along? and we understand each other? and we're both talented? AND we have fucking amazing sex. :D like seriously... in order to have someone cherish you as much as this man does...you HAD to have done something right. At least I'd like to think so.
This day marks a new beginning...for the last, like, 100th time. haha
xoxo
I need to fuck with some peoples heads of hair and take some flicks. I know what I'm capable of no matter how dry or huge my hair looks. I can never say I have ever made anyone look like me. Which would be weird and something I would see on t.v. or something. Something. Something. None the less, I can deliver any task you ask me too. I will cut less than an inch because I know when you say an inch you mean half. When you want warm, I won't give you red. Most latinas HATE red for some reason. Tease. Tease. Tease.
Sitting up straight makes me realize how much I DON'T DO IT. I'm trying to break that habit but fuck it's so much easier to slouch... and not wear make-up. And not do your hair. And not shave your legs every other couple of days. And you can't forget your underarms. God. I hate that summer is coming because I wear dresses and shorts and have to shave my legs a lot more often. Prickly legs don't look very attractive in my book. And my hair loves moisture. And sweat. And just a slight drip of sweat will mess up anything i do to it other than wear it curly.
It feels good to type. Probably because I love to do it. If I were to ever be anyone's secretary, I'd sure as hell be a fucking bad ass one. I've been pretty bad ass at plenty of things lately. You know...being a girlfriend. Being a daughter. Keeping up with myself. Staying in touch. Just accepting life and enjoying everything as it comes.
Mark. Never in my right mind, would I ever, EVER, think I would see this guy again. And to think we're together? and we get along? and we understand each other? and we're both talented? AND we have fucking amazing sex. :D like seriously... in order to have someone cherish you as much as this man does...you HAD to have done something right. At least I'd like to think so.
This day marks a new beginning...for the last, like, 100th time. haha
xoxo