Make me DROOL.

Hi, this bag needs to belong to me, Bye.


The bag is by MOJO, designed by 2 beautiful Lebanese women.

Image is from www.highsnobette.com


Summer is coming up and my stomach is still sub-par. Story of my life for the past 19 years. LOL I've even been doing fucking crunches on my dorm floor. Maddd desperate. But I gotta get ready. All the ladies think they're dope with their $80 Victoria's Secret get-ups, and you are dope!

But check out these boner-generating-the-sun-ain't-the-only-thing-shining bathing suits:





Oh and those are just the one-pieces.

Can I have it from the front?


Now can I get it from the back?



OOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

LOL & the top is cute too.



I have a strange infatuation with black and red.



I got a thing for lady bugs too. LOL Naw.



Thank you Agent Provacateur for blessing us with some truly sexy shit!

And oh um, If I was a trillionaire, and didn't mind dropping around $300 for a bathing suit. These would be it. Fuck that Juicy Couture shit! Ahahaha

Images from www.agentprovocateur.com

Letting it sink in.

Recently, for the past year or so, I haven't been the emotional type.
I've never set unrealistic expectations for anyone.
In fact, I don't have expectations for anyone that I'm messing with at all. At least those that I'm involving myself with, if you know what I mean. The key is to just enjoy that person's company for as long as you can because that person makes you smile non-stop.

So like, I always have to keep that in mind.

Everything he says that I might not like, I just have to let it sink into my bottomless ocean of a heart and let it slowly drift to the bottom and settle. It takes like 15-30 minutes to get over something he says.

I just always have to remember that the only person out there that can make me truly happy is myself. I control my emotions, no on else does. It's a challenge, & I'm pursuing to perfect the technique.

OH HOW SHOCKING

There has to be something wrong with me. I'm dead tired and I can't even function while I'm sitting up at my laptop but when I finally hit the sheets, I'm wide awake.

I don't know why but I associate beds with sex. I must be some sort of undiagnosed nymphomaniac. Hahaha, everyone has their problems. I lie there and day dream about, yup you guessed it, sex. With this one person. Yup, only one person & how I wish I could feel his skin and muscle touching mine and the smell of his neck, the curve of his collarbone to the grip of his fingers. I drive myself nuts. I think: "I need it, I want it. No! I want sleep, FUCK." There've been nights when I took night-time meds just to make sure I get these enticing thoughts out my system and peacefully pass the fuck out.

I know I'm not in love. Ahaha, I must be going crazy. I would think about someone else and it wouldn't give me the same shock and internal vibration.

I wasn't too promiscuous while I'm in college, but I had my share. Which has some of the girls wondering "Who the hell does she fuck!?" One time, I even had this girl smoke me up on her blunt just to ask me 21 question about this guy I was allegedly fucking. He lived down the hall from her. She's been trying to fuck him for weeks and he hasn't given in to her. Damn. Ahahaha, that's on some royalty shit.

It must be because I'm in college. I'm surrounded by sex. People are fucking left and right. I can hear the bed frames banging and I can hear the sounds of chicks moaning floating through my open window from the floors above and below me.

And I'm sitting here subconsciously thinking about sex. All day. Even in class. Even while I'm eating. Even while I'm showering. Brushing my teeth. Whatever.

I could have sex with anyone but I hold myself back for this person. I must be crazy. There has to be something wrong with me. It's something I can't satiate.

Evi is 21. Look out, Boston Restaurants, Bars, Lounges & Clubs

Yes indeed! My beloved older sister of my best friend has turned 21 and ready to get smashed everywhere she goes. Including Applebee's or Boston Bowl.

I wish I had a camera to document all these fun times, but me and my sister's camera was stolen on New Years Eve by some sticky-fingered bitch.And barely making it in this tanked economy has made it hard to obtain a new, better camera.

My weekend was amazing. Even my encounter with my squeeze was better than usual for some reason. It's funny how people put all these crazy thoughts in your mind when everything is more pure and simpler than you think. Oh well.

I should just treat this shit like my diary.

That party last night...

Was awfully crazy! I wish we taped it! LOL

But on a more serious note. I have to start looking for houses for me and my future house mates. My mother wants to invest in property in Providence and me and Mato haven't even made an inch of progress. Yup.

Story of my life = No Progress.

P.S. All good things must come to an end.I just want to be free from feeling these types of emotions.

Emotions are like your mother's breasts. You know where they are, but they're best left unfelt! - Charlie Sheen on 2 & a half Men.

Fuckin' me up right now...

I'm not the type to mope at all. But I think this love vs. lust bullshit is the number one reason why sexually active females mope around.

I've been having casual sex with a friend. It's mind-blowing.

My best friend says that type of behavior will pretty much eat me alive. I laughed it off.

But truly, what am I doing? Is it really eating me alive? Maybe I'm just hiding the fact that it is...or maybe it hasn't phased me at all.

One way to know if someone means alot to you, is when you ask yourself "If this person were to go around and fuck someone else, would it make you upset? Would it confuse you?"

Truth is, I don't know. It's been a blessing to be able to have so much fun with someone with no strings attached. To be able to laugh and pass a blunt and to drink and just chill. I love you.

But when will this lovely situation finally escalate or even more likely, deteriorate? It's really funny how life works and how the timing of everything is always fucked up. I don't know if I wanna forget him or have him forever.

I wish I could just open myself up again but sometimes, I feel like even if I do open up, I have nothing to offer. Just a pretty smirk, a warm touch, an eager tongue and smooth legs. I've somehow hollowed myself out. I somehow sold my soul.

Two males whom I've had sexual relations with in my life joked around when I asked "What do you want from me?" and they said "Your soul"

They could've said "Some head" or "Some pussy"...why would you joke around with shit like my soul? I was in absolute awe how those two people subconsiously want something intangible from me.

I wish I could give that to someone, babe. Really. And it hurts how I know I can't. It sucks how humans don't really have "souls". Cus if I had one, I'd give it to you and put it in your hollow, drug-riddled, sexy-as-hell body..

Live | eviL

So I started new classes today. One of my classes is Principles of Professional Selling. My teacher said the cliche: Money is the root of all evil. But then he added "But evil spelled backwards is 'live'..."

So it got me thinking like, is money the root of all evil? Because truly, we need it to live. We need it to sustain. We need it to survive, to perservere, to motivate. All these things.

Money money money. $$$. $$$. $$$.

Cash rules everything around me.

Life rules everything.

I like my professor already. So profound.

Passing me by...

Tomorrow, Monday, Common and Kid Cudi will be performing at the House of Blues out in Fenway. The House of Blues-Boston has taken the place of Avalon night club (fuck that place) and is currently the largest HOB in the country with the capacity of 2400! (hi?!) Tickets are "only" $50. (ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)

FUCK MY LIFE.

Okay, I love Common. I think he's amazing. He's absolutely uplifting and inspiring.

And I love Kid Cudi. He's sexy as hell and I freaken love the music he makes too!

So tell me why this recession I'm in has continuously fucked me in my ass when it comes to money, etc. I've had on-calls at Vickie's Secret for like almost every single day this past week but I was never called in because, oh hey! NOBODY IS FUCKING SHOPPING. Cus you know why? EVERYBODY IS BROKE. Therefore, the ladies of store #450 don't need me. This is why I need to get myself in a managerial position when I work, I can't be considered disposable like I am now to retail jobs.

So yeah. If only I could go worship Common and Kid Cudi at the House of Blues tomorrow. I'd be like fuck class!

Lazy Days and Meaningless Nights

Reasons I need to stay back at school:
1. It's getting warmer.
2. I have not had a drink in what feels like weeks.
3. Boys from Boston make me sick with their plaid button ups, SB dunks and and tight, perfectly sagged jeans. Ugh! (I hate to love you boys)
4. My main squeeze is acting up. (I still want you bad though)
5. These train tickets aren't fucking free!


This is my motivation to stay in Providence. And I hope it works!

She's a Tough Cookie

People always talk shit about Myspace. They say it's the "new online booty call" (according to the gay guy in "He's Just Not That Into You")

But I don't give a shit! I still go through people's pictures and post up those ridiculous surveys on the bulletin board (my guilty pleasure). And I still get mad when people put their profiles on private when I'm trying to get a closer look at their pictures. Do they really think that they're that important? I got so many random fcken friend requests from people that want to look at my pictures that I was like fuck it, I'm leaving my shit public so people can look at my pics and read my blog all the want.

Anyway. But because of Myspace. I was able to be exposed to Tough Love NYC via a random friend request, I was able to be graced by their cute-quirky and edgy screen printing. I loves it!



Yeah I'm getting that.

Hellz X Stussy "Ladies First" Collabo

Ya know, I spoke to a male friend about streetwear (in person, not online) after a late night to strike up conversation because it was something we both had an opinion about.

We bought up MTTM & Hellz Bellz.

He said he doesn't like how those labels are so bitchy. And how they make it seem cool for girls to label themselves bitches & all the vulgarity that is used in their clothing.

Personally I love both brands & I'm not gonna stop buying it, but what he said was true.

So I was like "What do you think is a nice, respectable female streetwear brand, then?" LOL

and he said "Stussy"

Well Lo & Behold, look at the collabo we got here!







I loves it.


The moral of my introduction is that face-to-face conversations are so much enjoyable than online ones.

um hi.?

Now, I really feel like I've jumped on the blogging bandwagon. But let's face it, blogging is more of something we do for ourselves rather than for other people. We know people prolly don't read our shit but we continue to post.

I've been told by a good amount of people that I could write. So why not blog, ya know.

When I was younger, I was into a lot of shit. When I was in kindergarten and elementary school, I loved drawing & I was good at it. My mom used to ask me to draw little family portraits that she would show her friends & co-workers and my Irish neighbors always bought me art kits for Christmas.

Then I got older, and I abandoned art. Somehow the inspiration faded and I picked up random shit.

I used to dance in middle school & I loved it.

But it was an Epic Fail. I said 'fuck that' after about 2 years or so.

Then I started writing and I realized I'm more capable of painting a picture with words, inflection and emotion that I am with a paintbrush or pencils.

All those past hobbies still linger in my life. I still think my notebook doodlings are frame worthy and I still love to dance my ass off without the assistance of alcohol. ahaha :)