welcome

Shopping for labels, shopping for love
Manolo and Louis, it’s all I’m thinking of
Shopping for labels, shopping for love
Manolo and Louis, it’s all I’m thinking of

I already know what my addiction is
I be looking for labels, I ain’t looking for love
I shop for purses while I walk out the door
Don’t cry, buy a bag and then get over it
And, I’m not concerned with all the politics
It’s a lot of men I know I could find another one.

What I know is that I’m always happy
When I walk out the store, store
I’m guessing Supercalifragi-sexy,
Nothing to be playing with
I love him, hate him, kiss him, diss him,
Tryna to walk a mile in my kicks

Love’s like a runway but which one do I love more
No emotional baggage, just big bags filled with Dior
Love’s like a runway, so what’s all the fussing for
Let’s stop chasing them boys and shop some more

I know I might come off as negative
I be looking for labels,
I ain’t looking for love
Relationships are often so hard to tame
A Prada dress has never broken my heart before

And, ballin’s something that I’m fed up with
I’mma do the damn thing, watch me do the damn thing
Cause I know that my credit card
Will help me put out the flames
I’m guessing Supercalifragi-sexy,
Nothing to be playing with
I love him, hate him, kiss him, diss him,
Tryna to walk a mile in my kicks

Gucci, Fendi, Prada purses,
Purchasing them finer things
Men they come a dime a dozen,
Just give me them diamond rings
I’m into a lot of bling,
Cadallic, Chanel and Coach
Fellas boast but they can’t really
Handle my female approach
Buying things is hard to say
Rocking Christian Audigier, Manolo,
Polo, taking photos in my Cartier
So we can’t go all the way,
I know you might hate it but
I’mma shop for labels while them ladies lay and wait for love



Labels or Love, Fergie





the greatest thing you'll ever learn,
is to love and be loved.


Dark corners,

Tuesday, March 04, 2008 ( 11:13 AM )



It just sickens me that just when I thought it was safe to trust again, to feel safe again, i learn things that were hidden, stored away for the safety and security of the relationship.

Why am i always kept in the dark? If people told me things upright, and if I didn't have to find things out from a third party, I know for a fact that I wouldn't flare, not at all. I would accept it, because it is reality.

But to find things out so late, just.. crushes me, makes me wonder what else I don't know. Which defeats the primary purpose of not telling me, which was to stop my mind from wandering and wondering.


Just when you think its safe again, after you've been bitten, after you've healed, after you're ready to live normally again, revellations reveal themselves, you get scarred again. It's a vicious cycle, and I hate this facet of reality that is beginning to show itself to me.

And I don't know if I want to continue living with it, as much as it pains me to give so much up.


Life in the first week of March SUCKS.



tell me you're not a liar.
but how do i believe you?