Saturday, November 02, 2002

The party was a success! Despite the porters coming over and threatening to takke away our room licenses if we didn't turn down the music, there were so many people.. I didn't know half of the. And the best part was that everyone satyed on liming when the music went off. It was really cool. My disco chick get-up was also a success, altho everyone was dipping their hands in y 'fro, asking if it was real. The amount of times I had to answer that. Then again I am pleased to see how big it's getting. Yay!

Note to self: Tequila followed by wine followed by peach shnapps followed by coconut liquor (malibu wannabe) is NOT a good idea when one hasn't had dinner. Regardless of how little one was tasting each. I wasn't completely drunk, not me, but my belly was very unimpressed when I woke up Friday morning.

Bedtime now. I'm completely exhausted from work. Yes, I am again a working girl. This time with a wicked store discount!

*The Gap Princess is off to bed*
posted by Tanisha Cross at 8:43 PM Comments []

Thursday, October 31, 2002

I LOVE a bargain. Went shopping today in Bluewater, this massive mall. How's about I buy 5 tops for 25 pounds?? When (this is the brilliant part) one of those tops alone normally costed 20 quid!! It was a buy one get one free sae, which normally means loads of crap, but these are sooooo nice! BARGAIN BABY!! I'm so excited!

The occasion is the Halloween party we're havinig at our house tonight. I'm so paranoid, I'm envisioning no-one showing up, and us here alone and pathetic... but leme try and be positive. It's just that shopping was so great, I wonder how long the greatness will last. We'll see.

I'm gonna be disco chick bitch tonight. Look out, I says!


posted by Tanisha Cross at 9:52 PM Comments []

Tuesday, October 29, 2002

Funny how things can be said to mean one thing, but actually come out as somethinig completely different. Beware of words, my people. Words can make or break, create or destroy.

Meanwhile, I have a very unfond memory of Spain which took place about a year ago now. It actually has nothing to do with words, more like the lack thereof. I had finally found a place to live after about two weeks of homelessness, finally gotten some money so I could buy some clothes other than the tired ones I had and was starting to really like the place. (Beware, offensive terminology begins now) But some raggedy-ass motherfu**er had to bloody well screw up the whole fu**ing rotation! The rassc**t sonfabitch stole my wallet! The co?azo decided he had to take MY frigging money, wallet, pictures (some of childhood friends from Switzerland who I'll probably never see again), credit cards, ID, mmy driving licence... Jilipoyas! Putamadre! Screw the puta que te pari?!!! (Spanglish is my favourite language)

Ah.. feels good to let go.

Anyhow, my American friend suffered a similar fate at the hands of a gypsy woman later on, and wrote a poem. It's kinda long, but bear with me.

A Gypsy Bitch Took My Shit

A Gypsy Bitch
Took my shit
And left me out
to dry
I don't know why
She thought
this Black Chick
had a nice slice
of the American
pie A Gypsy Bitch
took my shit
And I don't know why Didn't she see
that twinkle
in my eye?

A Gypsy Bitch
took my shit
Not knowing
That I was
On a mission
But I must
admit
she caught me
up a bit
Had me fired up
like a piston

A Gypsy Bitch
took my shit
could it be she
needed it more
than me
but I keep askinig
why my shit
what could the
purpose be

A Gypsy Bitch
took my shit
but I'm not letting her
take my soul
as much as I
like my shit
it's not in control

A Gypsy Bitch
took my shit
not realizing
it would make
her even more poor
Due to the lack of integrity
she possesses
less for her is
in store

A Gypsy Bitch
took my shit
trying to be
the straw
that broke
the camel's back
But why should
I worry when
I am plentiful
and she is Ms. Lucy Lack

A Gypsy Bitch
took my shit
so you better
watch yours
Less and less she'll have
But the poor bitch
won't get it
and will keep
stealing more.

- by DaVatrice [prononced Davaytrice] - and she says her name's NOT ghetto, ok?


posted by Tanisha Cross at 6:17 PM Comments []