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When I put, “watch bitches copy me!” on my clips4sale layout, that wasn’t an open invitation for the stupid broads to do so. I put it there to deter the lame brain, unoriginal, and mere carbon copies of bitches trying to be my mini-me. They say imitation is a form of admiration. They say you should be flattered and to laugh or smile about it. Well, I’m not flattered, nor am I smiling; but I AM laughing!!! A domme sent me a private message over the weekend, asking if I’d done a layout for a newbie domme, or if she just totally copied and pasted my source code. Welp!! I never had seen this horse face looking heffa in my life! So it’d be kind of odd that she has the EXACT same layout that I do. The same colors, same same same!! Since I was a little girl bitches have copied me. That’s not going to change. These chickens will copy me until the day I die, and there’s nothing anyone can really do about it. Except bully the shit out of them, until maybe they’ve learned their lesson. All the dommes rallied up in a circle around that insta-domme! We all tore her a new asshole with no anesthetics, lol. So, yes I am laughing. Not only did she just copy and paste my damn code, the dumb chick hot linked one of my images. Being the kind, tender, and sweet dominatrix that I am, I changed the image from what it was into an image saying “I’m a crack whore”. I almost wish I didn’t put the dimensions in my code, because I had an even better and BIGGER image for her. It would have took up her whole page, and been free advertising for ME! It had my website flashing on it, and it told all her visitors that she was a crack whore and needed money for her crack babies. LOL ok, moving on!

April 1^st, was the birthday of a mutual friend of my girlfriend and I. Some of you know, that I do photography as a hobby (amongst the bazillion other creative shit I ooze out of my pores!) Well, the only gift she wanted from me was a photo shoot, which isn’t a problem. I’ll make her look GLAM-OURRRR! *puts on my fake European accent* MODELO!!! MODELO!!! But we couldn’t show up to her birthday dinner empty handed. We tried to figure out what to get her. We came to the conclusion we should get her an Edible Arrangement, because she loves fruit so we know the gift would be perfect. Edible Arrangements are fun, and cute, but we couldn’t just go buy an Edible Arrangement and say, “HERE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” This girl REALLY likes cute, girly fru fru things, which Edible Arrangement lacks! So, this was right down MY alley! I love to create, and I love to DESIGN!! So the night before, my girlfriend and I went to the craft store. We bought some cute things for her to make our OWN Edible Arrangement. Then we went to Costco, or Sam’s (one of those!) to get some fruit. My girlfriend loves to cook! Most of all, she LOVES to make sweets, so adding the chocolate to the fruit was right down her alley! The perfect match! She designed the fruit really cute, and then she tried to do the designing of the arrangement.

I heard loud grunts coming from the kitchen, as I was on my computer doing my updates and messing around on twitter. I look over to her and ask what was wrong. She screams, “IT’S UGLY!! We can’t give this to her!!” Then I look over, trying to hide my Chester cat smile in as tightly as possible. Her face was all red, and her arms were hysterically flailing up and down like a bird trying to learn to fly. She looked cute, but the arrangement did NOT! I lied saying, “OHHH it’s not THAT bad!” But that shit was HORRIBLE!! She said, “I GIVE UP!!! THIS ISN’T COMING OUT RIGHT!! SHE BETTER LOVE IT ANYWAY!” I got up and told her to just do the fruit stuff, and I’ll worry about the design. I worked my magic and *POOF* this is the result. I think it came out quite cute, and everyone swore we bought it from somewhere. I put little pearls in it and everything. My girlfriend was quite relieved, and was in amazement how our talents just flow together so well.

We got all dolled up and went to the restaurant with the yummy bouquet in hand. Everyone at the bar and the tables were staring at the arrangement trying to figure out where we got it. I could hear people say, “That’s nice” or “that’s really cute” as we walked by, to our large table. The birthday girl was late a whole hour! She was having a birthday meltdown. She changed her clothes and hair SO many times and finally just left to meet us. I swore there was some kind of April Fool’s joke involved, because it WAS April 1st. There was no joke though, I think a lot of people have anxiety on their birthday. Lord knows I do!! You want to see a bitch? Catch me on my birthday!! I’ve been known to chew people’s heads off! It’s supposed to be a happy day, yet I always find a reason to be bipolar. She came in looking SO cute, but you could tell her energy was down. We handed her the arrangement and her smile lit up the whole room! She loved it! Her energy FINALLY picked up and the fun girl came back to life. Honestly, she’s a real character. I know there’s a flamboyant gay man deep down in her. Plus she’s a fag hag; those are girls who LOVE to be around gay men. So that rubs off a bundle on her personality, you can only imagine!

Two of her friends came running in LATE, looking all rushed and out of breath. They decided to sit across from my girlfriend and I. Right off the back! I did NOT like them! They came in looking like a hot ghetto mess! They had those ghetto ass nails with a shit load of designs on them, and their pinky nails was a different color and design from the rest of the fingers. They asked the waiter if they could just have a piece of pie to go, because they weren’t staying long. Ok, if that was the case why even sit at the table and order anything? Go to the hostess and order something to go! Don’t do that mess at the table! I just rolled my eyes and gave them fake smiles the entire time. I didn’t want to ruin the birthday girls day. They said happy birthday, talked about going to the club, then left. I was RELIEVED! I can’t stand ghetto ass chicks. They work my damn nerves!

It was time for cake, and we all sang Happy Birthday. The rest of the restaurant joined in because we were SO LOUD! HAHAHA She was dancing, and pointing at people. Then she put both hands in the air, pointer fingers lateral as to say, “Yes, it’s ALL about ME!!!” It was SO cute! I had NO idea what my girlfriend and four other girls were up to. I was too in the moment of how fun she was being with everyone, to pay attention. She went to blow out the candles and five girls stood up and sprayed her with silly string. The look on her face was PRICELESS!!!!! Everyone in the restaurant started laughing and pointing at her! It was a really good time!!

There was another girl in the restaurant with three of her friends for her birthday too, but she was WACK!!! We had a table of 15. We completely took over. She didn’t have any gifts, balloons, cake, NADA! She had on a pretty dress though, but her birthday dinner was LAME compared to our bash!!

I’ve been being extra extra, mean this weekend. Besides the dumb thieving hoe who copied me. I also started bitching at this new Asian domme, (who used to be a soft-core porn star) because there can only be ONE Asian Goddess! Put simply, hoe have a seat!! Hang up your dusty pussy, and go find something else to do. Go somewhere; domming is so over saturated these days! I remember when there were like a good 15 of us. Now everyone and their mother is doing it, literally! I’ve seen a mother and daughter domme team, sad! I won’t get too much on the subject, but I feel strongly about some things. That’s neither here nor there. My mean streak was triggered by my damn period I got yesterday, arg! Go figure! Oh well, tah tah for now losers. We have MUCH catching up to do!!

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If you’re following me on twitter, I’m sure you’ve heard the story about the lesbian couple downstairs that fight. They don’t just argue, the factually THUMP!! This was going on for three months. It sounded like those bitches were doing some UFC moves on each other. I can literally hear the hitting. I had to call the cops on them about four times. I thought they were down there killing each other. I wrote management a letter *winks* (joke from the movie White Chicks), and after that letter things started to get done!! I was told they were getting evicted at the end of April. Welps! I think they moved! It’s been silent, calm and peaceful. The soothing sounds almost make you think something is WRONG! LOL how ironic is that? But seriously, did they kill each other down there? It’s SILENT!

Usually, their fighting and screaming would wake me up early in the morning like an alarm clock. Now I just wake up to the comforting tweets of the birds singing melodies, cautiously synchronized like it’s a tune for me to wake up in Pleasantville. Ahhhhh!!! Just lovely! This has been going on for almost a week now. Everything is just wonderful, right? Well, up until last night everything was just fine.

When fun turns into risking getting harmed, then it makes you want to relocate and not deal with the bullshit any longer. Considering the area I chose to make my residence, I shouldn’t complain too much. I live in the party, clubbing area. So while I expect the “excitement” of the club to hit the streets, I don’t expect to leave my residence and have the “excitement” almost hit me. What the hell am I talking about?

Well, last night I went to go pick up my girlfriend so she could do manual labor while I sat and relaxed, tehe. Its spring cleaning time, you know!! It was only like around 9pm, so it was still early. I had already done a bit of cleaning, because I’m particular about where everything goes. If you’ve ever met anyone that is very anal about the placement of where everything goes, then you can relate to my OCD tactics. *note* Everything must be in straight lines or it drives me NUTS! You can sometimes find me pushing wall hangings at other locations if it’s off centered, so that it’s juuuust right! Or telling people, that they needed to fix their cock-eyed curtains, UGHHH!! LOL  *end note*It will become a job to simply monitor her, telling her the placement of things vs. just doing it myself and saving the trouble. I still have my BIG box that my new PC came in. I kept it just in case I decided to send it back if I didn’t like the machine. Well, the 30 day money back guarantee has expired, so it made the perfect trash can.

I picked her up from the dorms, and asked if she wanted to get some small groceries tonight or in the morning. She said we could go in the morning when other stores were open (you can’t always depend on the 24-hour Wal-Mart to have everything you want). Upon arrival I checked the mailbox, and she held the elevator for some neighbors that just walked into the building. I did my usual ploy of pressing *MY* floor and walking away from the elevator control panel and my gf and I smirked at each other. *OFF SUBJECT REAL QUICK* Ok, I hate when you get in an elevator and you’re near the buttons and EVERYONE on the fucking elevator wants you to press their floor. Umm… NO!!! Happily walk your ass over to the buttons and press it yourself! I’m not your fucking servant!! So, what do I do? I simply press my number and walk away. 9 out of 10 times someone will ask me to press their floor and I’ll just act like I didn’t hear them and make a smug face like, “You better press the number to your floor if you want to reach your destination!” This is because, *I* simply am not their task keeper. LOL whatever happened to common courtesy? Oh wellllll!!!!!! *BACK ON SUBJECT* The couple entered the elevator, and pressed their own floor number *winks*. I remember the girl looking at her watch right after a yawn and saying to her boyfriend, “It’s not even 10 o’clock yet”.

Note: All of the details lead up to the story, which is why I’m including them, mind you!

We walked in the apartment, I thought about taking out the new “trash can” I made earlier. But we had already removed our shoes (I have a no shoe policy in my dwellings by the way), and I was like well let’s just take it out in a bit. Gladly, I came to this conclusion. After I closed the closet, I heard a female scream. So, I’m like what are the wild partiers up to now? I walked over to my window to listen to see if it was anything serious. All I could hear was talking. So, I walked away like oh it’s just a bunch of crazy offspring! I started talking to my girlfriend about what I wanted her to clean, it was literally seconds later after walking away from the window; then all you heard was *POP POP* Two gun shots, then *POP POP POP* three more. My girlfriend screamed “GET ON THE FLOOR!!!” and we both got down and I know this is bad, but we’re fucking NOSEY!!! So we crawled over to the window to see what was going on. Then there was like another two or three gun shots. While peeking we saw about five knuckle heads trying to make a get away. A girl was screaming and pointing to her friend like someone had been shot. It was just chaos, people were scattering like roaches! Some people were walking like they were taking a casual stroll in the park, which left me with a puzzled look followed by me saying  ”WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THEM!!?” They seen everyone else running and they’re just walking like they didn’t hear the shots! Someone was screaming, out of my view, like they’d be shot. So, now all I could think was OH GOSH!! Someone is bleeding to death or probably shot to death out there. That will make a fabulous feature when management goes on an apartment showing, “If you look up you’ll notice the 17 ft. high ceilings, and to your right is the kitchen of modern appliances, and to your left if you look out the window, just right over there is where the murder happened.”

I was VEXED!!! Like seriously, what the fuck? Mind you, we had just walked in from that location 3 minutes prior and we were going to go back out there had I not changed my mind. I guess we won’t be taking the garbage out late on the weekends anymore, smh.

I don’t know what those dummies were thinking, because the cops are ALWAYS out on the weekends when all the partying events are going on. Most of all, there was a festival going on earlier with entertainment that attracts a classy, sophisticated crowd. So the cops are out even more to protect the white people, because God-forbid anything happens to them. YEA I SAID IT!!! They weren’t getting away, like I said… DUMB!! You don’t understand how many cops are out there, and on it QUICK! All those fuckers got caught!

As I began to calm down from my frustration, with a few minor rants of, “It’s time to move PRONTO, they are SO fucking stupid and such”, I sent Princess Jersey (http://www.clips4sale.com/store/16413 ) a message on yahoo telling her the details of what happened. Out of all the damn details, this one reality dawned on her; she said “WAIT! Why were they at the club SO EARLY!!!??” I couldn’t even be upset anymore, I just had to laugh. She was like “The fact that they came strapped means they were looking for trouble. Who needs to walk around with a gun?” I explained to her the event that was going on, about the art and such and she then proceeded to say, “OHHHH they’re sensitive thugs… I get it!!” BAHAHAHAHA she always knows what to say to make me schmile awwww!

Onto another subject, I have a new YouTube account once AGAIN!!! If you haven’t noticed already, you can go subscribe or just lurk. These bitches can’t get enough of flagging my videos, so my account can get suspended. Note to the haters: boo boo you can’t stop my shine!!

I have a lot of other stories but that other one took so long the motivation to write about it left me. Onto some quick things, I need to run errands today that I didn’t do last night. I went to the eye doctor and need to pick up my eyeglass prescription. My astigmatism went up, GRRRRR!!! Ok, I’ll be around later. Tah tah for now losers! Oh, btw no one got shot, and I don’t live in the damn hood! They need to carry that shit elsewhere!!

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