Purr-roud.

Thats right, I am your modern day Diva. 

I will ask for BBQ sauce instead of ketchup with my fries, thank you very much. 

I do dance in my underwear in my room, in the morning, evening and night.

I will not  leave the house without making sure, I feel good and look good. 

I do  sleep and will continue to sleep until 2 p.m..

I will continue to sing to my radio at the top of my lungs in my car driving down the street. 

I am not afraid to challenge your opinion. 

I will write things even if you don't want to read them. 

I will get EXTRA cheese on my pizza, and bacon to go with it. 

I won't call you back right away, but when I do, I'll make sure the conversation doesn't end. 

I will mooch as much as I can from the world

I am a little bit of a photo-whore, but just a little bit. 

I will make you buy me a drink if you're trying to pick me up

I will shake my groove thing, anywhere, anytime to any song.

I am weird and crazy and I won't change for anyone.....

I do sleep in the nude.

I will use the bathroom with the door open and expect you to not walk in...

and Im proud, of all of it. 

Lawfawnda; the beginning of a Diva life, and the end of sanity : )

(So for ya'lls information, I realized that this was a silly little installment, but I was on a bit of a creative high the other night, and what came out was this, and once i started, i couldn't stop)

Love. 

Until next time, keep those shoes out of the rain and throw away that pineapple. 

the diva within

The quiet and dark haired brunette had mixed feelings about the Mr. since she had met him only once and that once wasn't under the greatest conditions. But, she was an open minded gal' and she figured with the liquor brewin' inside, she would play it lax and let the night bring its own impression. Arriving at his house, immediately the Mr. welcomed them with hugs and served served them chicken burgers on the good ol' slice toast momma made during the youngin period. With some real Louisiana BBQ sauce and a stomach rumblin' for food, the dark brunette was already feelin better about the Mr.

Popping open some beers, the light brunette laid arm in arm while the dark brunette watched admiringly. She believed that he seemed alright, and figured with some more liquor to the liver them conversations'll be a flowin soon. It was nearing the early hours of the morning and laugher was filling the air, smiles and drunken looks exchanged between the three, leaving the dark haired girl feelin' good, real good. Music videos were playin on the tube and the dark haired brunette was feelin confident.  

"This girl right here, can bust out them chops better than that girl any day, cause there's a person within with a booty that wanted to come out" she claimed. 

Looking surprised, the Mr. challenged her, taunting that she couldn't. Up for the challenge, she stood up, shook what her momma gave her and sat back down satisfied. 

"Damn, that be some booty bustin' out. Ima' think this girl  really does have an alter-ego underneath all that,,,,a diva...a diva named......Lawfawnda"

It was perfect. Now that he had said it, she knew it was true. Lawfawnda could hide no longer. He knew the truth, he friend knew the truth and now she knew the truth. The only thing she could do, was be proud and strut her stuff. 

And thus, the modern day Diva was born. Lafawnda.

to be continued.....

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.