IF YOU GOT DELETED AND ARE OFFENDED PLEASE ADD ME BACK
it was mostly random …
i deleted about 1500 people from my myspace
if you are still on my list it is because i know you in real life
or i know you a lil better than most of my my space friends
oh and i got tired of deleteing people too
i would delete the whole thing but i cant get into the the email that created it
why you ask? because…
well there are a few things
this guy told me my art sucked and so did i
i dont know, that really hurt my feelings
and he said a lot other mean things too
i dont want to repeat them and it wasnt josh either
i’m not trying to be famous
other people have encouraged me to sell it
but honestly i just like creating it … for fun
people have deleted me for
not playing the pass the art back and forth game
for not commenting to them enough
and apparently because my art sucks
so i’m thinking yet again
why bother with this myspace thing
seriously what good is it to me?
i dont have a website anymore
i have made all my pictures private
so i’m here but not really
not sure what i’m thinking now
my mind is blank
Did I miss a bulletin, memo or flyer somewhere that said that beating and raping children was all the rage these days?! I swear that’s all I read about anymore and it just boils my blood every time I read it.
I’ve decided that the best way to approach the notes I have taken over the last week is to simply pick up where I left off last week. Last Thursday, I worked, instead of attending the conference. I needed to be home anyway to do some things that had priority over the meeting. Well, that, and the fact that my sister wasn’t returning my calls, so I didn’t know if I would have a place to stay if I did drive down Thursday evening for the sessions scheduled for Friday.
I just created I a voicemail IT’S FREE for my friends, fans and admirers.
I will be able to send pics straight from my phone wherever I am. Like if I am in the studio with someone cool I can take a pic n send it to you. I’m trying to reach out to my fans everyway possible. Aside from God, you are the ones I THANK for making my career happen. How cool…..so yeah save my number. I leave personal messages all the time with advice and TEXTS with random hellos lol 
NO ONE DOES THAT TRUST ME!!
She craved that familiar icy tide to rescue her already flushed and beaded skin.
Pulling aside the curtain, she reached her arm into the flowing stream of crisp water, adjusting each dial until the temperature was just right.
At last they were finally unpacked and settled. They hadn’t made love like that in a very long time.
She entered the shower, letting the sweat swirl and cascade away, drained along with their fever.
Sliding her hand down her stomach and in between her legs, she noticed how tender it was and still sore from him. Smiling, she saturated her body with creamy fragrant wash. With her eyes closed, she raised her face to meet the refreshing rain.
By the time she had noticed his company, he was already rubbing strawberry shampoo to lather between his palms.
He placed one hand to the back of her neck and slid his fingers up her skull until he was gripping her hair from the base. He massaged her scalp then pulled back, exposing her neck to him completely. Hungrily he joined his lips to her shoulder and made his way up to the back of her spine.
The water running down her skin combined with the scent of the strawberries, gave her an irresistable and candy-like allure that needed to be devoured.
She felt almost without breath as she silently moaned, hopeless but willingly caught in his advance.
Turning around, she ran her hands along his chest and down to his warm thighs, gripping onto the muscles. Her body trembled at the thought of him inside of her again.
In one move he lifted her to the wall; without warning or care he entered her hard and deeply.
Screaming out and filled with him, she dug her nails into his back, releasing then scratching them across his body in pleasurable pain.
It’s been asked a lot, so here’s a rundown….
- Michelle Rodriguez’s next movie release is Battle in Seattle costarring Martin Henderson, Charlize Theron, Woody Harrelson, and many other great actors. It releases in September. The film is based on the actual events of the WTO protests in Seattle in 1999. It’s an important little indie that she’s very proud of. Check out the trailer on the profile for more.
Honestly, I don’t know how I became such a cagefighting fan. I detest violence. My first relationship, my ex-Dan would get into a fight all the time. I remember spending New Year’s eve driving home from a party because he had gotten into a fight and we had to leave. I mean, poor Dan he couldn’t even go to a liquor store without someone talking shit. Those of you who knows Dan has witness his many encounters Maybe it was his size, maybe it was the small man complex, I thought he had carried. But everyone has the right to take a stand against any a-hole. The motto “want some gets some” fits the slogan. Now I give kudos to Dan. Way to kick ass, Dan. So anyways, when I got together with my husband, watching the Saturday nights UFC on PPV became a regular date theme. But my first reaction was,”WTF?, why would people beat the sh@ out of each other and call it a sport? After a few times of watching UFC, I started to notice the sportsmanship these fighters portrayed. I mean after pulverizing one another, they commended each other. They hug and gave respect. What a mixture of adrenaline, courage, and respect this sport gives. Understanding the foundation of MMA; in my opinion, it’s all about your fighting style and how you can deliver your moves with strategy and out fight your opponent. I have much respect for all you fighters - except the shit talking cocky ass, Tito Ortiz. One of my favorite fight moment was when The Natural bent Tito’s legs behind his ears and spanked him like a bad little boy that he calls himself. Oh and the best part, when they announced Randy was the winner, Tito pointed to Couture giving him respect but crying at the same time! That was an Oscar moment! I almost cried when Randy lost to Lidell December 2005 then announced his retirement. I was ectastic when I got to meet Randy and Rampage when they fought in Arco in Nov 2006. Jokingly, I told Rampage that my husband would kick his ass because he was flirting with me. Not funny when Rampage replied, there’s the parking lot. From K-1 to Pride, loving UFC and WEC, I have followed the MMA sport and the fighters. Ironically, it is my favorite sports/entertainment. When Uriah kindly spoke at our Temple and announced the Arco Fight, I had to go. I had to see the California Kid fight out of Sacramento, in Sacramento for what the WEC called the History title. Besides, watching Tong TKO his opponent in 12 seconds at the St Paddywhacks event, watching WEC at Arco Arena supersedes all the events that I had attended. Although, this sport is physically abusive, these fighters maintain a mental awareness that drunk punks at meat markets can’t presume to adhere. When you knock each other’s lights out for what ever reason, the punches you throw should be the end of you madness. Duke it out then call it done. Give respect to the better fighter.
As a little boy growing up in The Bronx my mother told me what I felt all mothers told their children “You can be whatever you want to be”.
Although I don’t own a dog, there’s a medium sized dog cage on my back porch. I put both Toto, my older and grumpier iguana, and Ajay, my younger and less evil one, into it (albeit not at the same time, as Toto would make short work of Ajay) so that they can enjoy fresh air, direct sunlight and, lately, weather in the high nineties. Here’s Ajay in the cage, doing is “you lookin’ at me?” schtick.
Here’s Ajay basking on top of the cage, where I’ve put him so that I can spray both him and Toto (who is out of the frame inside it) with a plant mister. In the nearly ten years I’ve owned him, Toto has never once drunk water from a dish, absorbing it solely through his skin or processing it from the fruits and vegetables he eats. Ajay will drink from a dish, but he also needs the extra hydration of being regularly misted or bathed.
Back on Memorial Day, I’d put Ajay on top of the cage and was misting him when the phone rang. The weather was much cooler then, at least in the morning, and I thought nothing of leaving Ajay sitting on top of the cage while I answered the phone. I’d left the door open, and I knew from experience that unlike Toto, he would not try to escape, but instead was more likely to come inside when he got tired of sunning himself or doing dominance displays at Toto.
I was on the phone for a while, and when I finished the conversation, I decided to go by Jay’s apartment to see if he wanted to get some lunch. Forgetting that Ajay was still outside, I shut the back door, locked it, got my bicycle, and went over to Jay’s. We ate at Old Town, then I went to the coffee shop, read the New York Times, went by the comic book shop, and eventually returned to my place around 4 p.m. While passing the back door en route to the kitchen, I heard a scratching at it, like a dog was trying to get in. I opened the door and in shambled a very pissed off Ajay.
