Belle Blog

Met a man with eyes that twinkle when he looks at me, and a smile that is no more magnificent than his laughter at my jokes. See! See that! He even thinks I am funny. which one of you paid him to do that? silly rascals. I am smitten. and I am rather enjoying it. haven’t felt this way in a long damn time. I have dates lined up with another guy and another girl, but I think I will cancel them as I know I will not be able to stop thinking about him. …..see, still thinking about him. He is from close to home. Southern boy. Who inadvertly was about 30 feet away from me a few years ago at Jazz fest and yet we didnt know it at the time. But he distinctly remembers seeing my jazz fest flag. probably because it said HOE. Hope Dave matthews remembers it so vividly. I would love to be with dave matthews. all girls love dave matthews. yes yes Roger, we all know your opinion of Dave matthews. save it.
So anyway, back to my giddiness. oh yes, there now, I can envision his smile again…
really, though, I think its his cowboy boots that keep me walking.

hey fellas.
i guess you guys are all about to party it up. Dont do anything
i wouldnt do. such as crack, reggies, midgets, or cuntery.
ok…well, one of those i might partake in. But hey, I will be in
Louisiana for two weeks in June for my sisters wedding. the
first two weeks. Bachelorette party for her on June 4th and
then the next day is Laura Faye’s birthday. So I will be trying
to get EVERYONE down to new orleans on either sunday or
friday (not Saturday, sorry) to take that girl out and treat her
like a queen. no scrubs allowed. that means Saul can
certainly not come if he wears that busted long-ass tupac
pajama shirt. So, you guys hit me back on which day is best
for you, sunday or friday. although really, you’re all still
students so you should be motherfucking flexible. send me a
message yo. oh yeah, and if you want to let me borrow your
car for two weeks you can write me back about that too.
thanks. no standards please. seriously though. I want to do
something special for Laura. She’s hot.
alright. so……what’s new in my life? well, two nights ago I
watched the sun come up in the lower east side of manhattan
(east village) in some singer’s apartment eating garlic egg
noodles and sucking down some crown. god blessed canadian
liquor. easter is on its way people. dont puss out on Christ. If
you happen to be in New York that day come on down to
Angelo and Maxie’s steakhouse in union square and I after we
close I am having an easter egg hunt. some of the chocolate
in the eggs will have “S”s on them. That means you have to
take a shot. so like I said, don’t puss out on Christ.
hit me back.
Bella.

I think it will probably be sunday, yo.

I don’t think you people understand the power of the
Perceptionists. Mr. Lif, Fakts One, Akrobatiks. Need I say
motherf*cking more, ya’ll. This was one of the dopest shows I
have ever seen. for real. mainly because the Perceptionist
ridiculously impressive performance (including a drop in
appearance by none other than Aesop Rock, yo!!) was opened
by C RAYZ WALZ!!!!!! My favorite motherfuckin hiphop artist.
I f*cking freaked out when I found out he was opening. and
his sh#t is so fly. I want to be a groupie. But have no fear
dear southern children. the perceptionists have not left you
out of their tour. this one. which kicks off their new album.
this tour which began in new york with me dancing in front of
the stage. it will pass its powerfulness into fair new orleans.
but unfortunately not till late august. sorry. wish you all coulda
been there. not that I wouldnt have loved to see amanda and
wendy do another walk of shame, but really…im in a new fan
club now ladies and gents.
-Bellarooskie..

Yo Kiddos. Got this blog thingie working and sorta figured out. so now when i freaking write things about myself you will at least be aware that you can pay attention if you want to. if you want to. so read up biotches. see what life is really all about. see what your crummy life is missing. see what is happening in a belle blog life, yo.
so, in this case I think I will now re-post the discussions I posted on my friendster page that none of you read. ha. there. ha.
play fair, brush your hair.
-No one’s bitch.