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Hookereyes or is it Hookerize?

What do you do at 5am when you come home from a wild night of ass shaking?

Why, take drunken pictures of yourself and post them of course.

Big time hooker eyes. I don't think I've wore that much eye makeup in my life. Although some nine hours later, the sexy smoky eye look has now since been replaced with the dazed drunken eyes (aka the LK phenomenon ... heh).

Showing some breasteses. Damn. 4am. In my car listening to a cd my baby sis made me. Took a snap for posterity.

Jesus McBoob, I'm one tired 'mami chulo.' (got called that tonight)

I bought some new clothes today. I got new sneaks (pics forthcoming - woo!) and I bought jeans, a shirt, a beaded cuff bracelet and some cool retro dangly earrings. (yay for Dad's birthday envelope)

Oh, and please note that when I tried on my normal size, the jeans and shirt were too big. Yeah. I hadn't felt like I had made any progress with BFL really, but I am actually now down one whole size. And I dropped two notches on my belt. Four weeks - Yippeekayaymotherfuckers!

I sort of looked good and kinda sexy in my push up bra, but sweated my dancin' ass off. I really gotta move to Alaska (Rachel, get working on that, will ya?) It's like a freaking sauna outside.

We had dinner at the fabulous D1's casa (um beautiful!) and then went downtown with my sistagirlfriends and other peeps. We were looking all smokin hottie - even the usually low key Meerkat (oh she of the Doc Martins) was showing off her sexy legs in a mini and some high heels and looking dangerous and devastating.

I got my Tiffanys fix with a sweet bookmark from D1 and her mini-me and a lovely hand carved sculpture from the Sassy Ms. Paige. It's so beautiful and sweet - it is 'happiness' and is a figure with arms outstretched and birds perched on the arms. I want to keep that one next to my bed.

I got some scratch offs and lotto tickets from my main man Beatleman, so I best get crackalackin to see if my numbers made me a rich boo-ya bitch. Waiting on the Fit for Life cookbook Meerkat got from my Wishlizzle - totally psyched about that. You would be surprised what obsessing about food for 27 days will do to a girl. I get excited. About cookbooks. Who needs a man when you can make egg white omlettes?

I also bought a bellydancing DVD. Looks fun if nothing else.

Ok, I'm turning into a pumpking. Whoops a pumpkin. Snap for new comments! Y you are one sneaky sessy beyotch!

Peace and Panties to you all.

Posted by debutaunt at July 24, 2005 05:01 AM