Chris Brown is JailBait...PERIOD!!
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If I liked you. I don't anymore. If I loved you. Burn in my pit of fire. If I adore you. I despise you.
If you are my friend. I disclaim you. You mean shit to me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If you are my friend. I disclaim you. You mean shit to me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
posted by Celebpretti at 2:39 PM |
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Day in and Day out, I stumble upon the question of do I miss home. Israel is my home. And I love my country dearly, but with my family, there is no Israel. And without my family, there is no Dayana. I am my weakest without my family, so if you think I am strong now, when I am with the clan, I have amazingly profounded with the knowledge that my family is behind me.
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So today I had a melt down. Complete melt down.
So here's the cause of my melt down.
Work.
"Friends"
Love Life.
Social Life.
and Family Life.
Ughhhh so I left Marc to be with Craig. Craig's not wanting me, and in the mist of this I admit how I feel about AJ, AJ is still in love with his ex and also, other events dealing with him is causing me to not look at him the same. I don't care what anyone says, its wierd and awkward. I'm not going...period.
Work is a hassle within itself. I would say stop the violence but then I'd be out of work but FUCK!!! Three bodies a day isn't what it do...it really isn't.
My twin just had baby #5 on the 3rd of Sept. And to her dismay I have yet to go to Chicago, and see my 16th nephew. So she blows up my phone every fifteen minutes asking did I buy a plane ticket...NOOOOOOOOO....how the fuck am I gonna go anywhere if muthafuckas keep gettin fuckin murdered!!!!!! OMGosh I am sooooo irritated now.
Friends...who has friends? Not Dayana. There's a handful of people I'd take a bullet for. But other than that...fudge it. Just like with Paris, people befriend me, gain my trust and just say fuck me. I am a difficult person to get along with but muthafuckas you bitches make it seem so easy to just walk over me. Well it may be easy because sometimes I get so lonely that I befriend people who are friends with liars, fakes and phonies...not thinking of myself. Ugh! Dumb DayDay...you're soooooo dumb!!!!!....
So here's the cause of my melt down.
Work.
"Friends"
Love Life.
Social Life.
and Family Life.
Ughhhh so I left Marc to be with Craig. Craig's not wanting me, and in the mist of this I admit how I feel about AJ, AJ is still in love with his ex and also, other events dealing with him is causing me to not look at him the same. I don't care what anyone says, its wierd and awkward. I'm not going...period.
Work is a hassle within itself. I would say stop the violence but then I'd be out of work but FUCK!!! Three bodies a day isn't what it do...it really isn't.
My twin just had baby #5 on the 3rd of Sept. And to her dismay I have yet to go to Chicago, and see my 16th nephew. So she blows up my phone every fifteen minutes asking did I buy a plane ticket...NOOOOOOOOO....how the fuck am I gonna go anywhere if muthafuckas keep gettin fuckin murdered!!!!!! OMGosh I am sooooo irritated now.
Friends...who has friends? Not Dayana. There's a handful of people I'd take a bullet for. But other than that...fudge it. Just like with Paris, people befriend me, gain my trust and just say fuck me. I am a difficult person to get along with but muthafuckas you bitches make it seem so easy to just walk over me. Well it may be easy because sometimes I get so lonely that I befriend people who are friends with liars, fakes and phonies...not thinking of myself. Ugh! Dumb DayDay...you're soooooo dumb!!!!!....
posted by Celebpretti at 1:52 PM |
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I love the human anatomy. And I love science.
But my job is horrid.
For those who don't know. I am a forensic pathologist. Which means, if your homeboy got shot 3 times and died, I prolly gave him his autopsy and embalmed him. Yes that is I. So like I have this wierd ass fuck face I work with, who talks about his girlfriend all the damn time. UGH!!! SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU WHITE ASSHOLE!!!!!!! He angers me. I wanna sometimes say...would you work, I dont care about you or your issues.
So AJ just said, quit. But I mean damnit shit...I worked so hard. Anywho, fuck it. Im gonna go lay down now.
posted by Celebpretti at 9:17 PM |
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AJ, ever since the first I saw one of your posts on MHYH...I knew I'd be diggin your steelo. But I was with Derek and you were talking to someone, or dating a girl Mya. So that idea died. And we began our friendship, its been good. Then as time progressed, I stumbled upon the chance to visit you, or vice versa. I declined. And now its bothering me to see your status' on Yahoo, you deserve the world. (And just because I'm writing this doesn't mean I still won't marry Madlib.) You're a gorgeous man, talented, focused, handsome, and black. (Grrrrrrrr! I love black men) fuck damnit I want you!!! There's a voice in the back of my head going, "Noooooo Day Nooooooo". So I fall back. I'm falling back. And I finally fell to damn hard. Fuck Marc, fuck Craig, Fuck any bitches, and or males, you deal with and I deal with. One day we're gonna make it. One day we're gonna be rich together, and one day we're gonna be like "BYAHHHHHHHHHH!!!". Come to me. No questions asked. Grrrrr!Gr!
posted by Celebpretti at 9:00 PM |
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Text Me. Call Me. Lets Get Blown.
I am Super Duper Bored.
posted by Celebpretti at 1:51 PM |
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Dear Marc,
You are amazing. I love everything about you. And there's nothing in this world I wouldn't do for you. I'd never forget the day we met, three years ago. You were starving yourself just to make a record. I always told you, "MUSIC ISN'T EVERYTHING MARC!!" and you'd laugh it off. Saying I didn't know what I was talking about.
Now I look at you, and I am amazed. You tour the world, and everyone loves your music. You are so amazing. I absolutely love you. But why aren't I with you? thats the question you ask constantly, and the answer I neglect to give you is this:
Since day one Marc, I've been asked to be someone I am not truly. My mom wants me to have lots of kids, my dad wants me to run all his businesses and my siblings all want to use me to their disposal. And the last thing I need in my life is someone else to deglect me from who I am. Being with you for just three weeks, I saw how my entire days had to be dedicated to you. And I had to wait on you. I don't wait around for anyone. I won't allow myself. And the future holds imprtant events but you won't be here because you'll be in Germany. I can't leave my job, to be with you and I can't stop living to be the wife of a rockstar. I will not lead you on in such a way, that would lead to bad karma to me, and heartbreak for you.
So thats why, I didn't say yes and thats why I can not be with you.
posted by Celebpretti at 9:24 AM |
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Love doesn't live here anymore.
Love is pondering the urban streets of Park Slope.
Brooklyn is the unofficial home of love.
Come with me, and find it.
Love that is.
I want it back here NOW!!!
Demanding and impatient, yes I is.
But who wouldn't be.?
Love feels so good.
And it could make the richest poor.
The poorest feel so rich.
Love is so fuckin' valid.
With the ensured heartbreak,
insecurity and turmoil.
Love is the thing, that'll make who realize...
You aren't who you think you are.
posted by Celebpretti at 9:11 AM |
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