The secret life of a wannabe diva

Alright, folks. Ladies and gentlemen, I have a secret. I am a diva in disguise. That's right, underneath this laid back, mellow style, released underneath my skin, is Lawfawnda. That's right. She ain't your average chick. Shes a tall, lean, fightin' machine ready to pounce on your every scene. She's fierce, shes haht, she's all you ever thought, shes the one with the bootay you never thought.

It's true. I do have a diva within, and i ain't afraid to shout it, dance it, or sing it. Without no story though, I presume this'll make no sense. So sit back, grab something to lean on, a blanket, a cup of hot cocoa (for the youngins) and maybe somethin a little stronger for the older shnazzy folks, and get ready to hear a tail that'll blow your mind.

It was nearing the end of a terrific night at the local bar where her and her friends had finished dancing the night away and decided walking drunkenly down the streets of downtown Toronto, would end off a perfect night. Walking down Bloor, hand in hand, they swayed back and fourth in laughter loosing shoes as they went. Their laughter roared in the streets and caught the attention of the gentleman across the walkway Being the fly girls they were, they flipped their hair, paying no attention and headed towards the bus stop. Low and behold a cab came and the taller one said she was going to take it home, while the other two said they'd play it old school and take the public transit system.

Sitting on the curb, knees to their chest, the light brunette got a call from the 'uncertain-Mr' asking if she wanted to come over to his place for a wild ending to a great night, filled with chicken burgers and a 12 pack of beer and of course some hot and heated blankets. Looking over to the short, dark and quieter brunette for approval, they both decided to head on over to his place and disappeared onto the coming bus....

to be continued, in the next blog.