Thursday, December 19, 2002

Today, I rode the train with Deon. I might just consider her a friend sooner than I thought. I changed my mind about splitting w/ Daquan. I dunno why tho. But anyhoo...I got outta school at like 11:35 today. Parent teacher aftanoon. Imma gonna wash my hair this weeekend and I hope I can find my bangs when I'm done.... I better go update my other blogs and bla bla bla. P.s. My mom said I could call Zan this weekend. She wouldn't let me call at 10 last night. She said it was l8! HOW IS THAT L8!!!!???!!

Thursday, December 12, 2002

So, last night i go to tell Daquan...er..."the news"...But I just can't. I think the only reason I wanted to break up with him is because my aunt knows...but I still like him and he's really nice, concidering. I didn't break up with him but he's ad at me cause he skipped b-ball practice tuesday so he could "chill" with me but I wasn' t there. I was busy!!!! At some school thing, he knows i never come over on tuesdays!!! mma try to call Roxanne Friday. Imma go to the mall to get some tarot cards(hopefuly). I'm in school now, 5 mins till volly ball! I can t belive I'm so early, I'm usualy late cause this (c-band) is my first class of the day. I'm late even tho it starts at like 9:35 or close to 10. So, world, for breakfast I ate a cheese sammy and some soda...Yum yum. i would have ate some weat thins but i had to catch the bus//love ya! ::muah::

Wednesday, December 11, 2002

Imma break up with that guy today. My aunt found out and said his whole family does drugs. he's a nice guy, but I'm so tired of him. He wants some ass every time I see him. My mother doesn't now about him yet but she might if my Aunt tels her. My mom's comming for me over here today.(aunt's house) I'm so nervous about what to say to him, I never had to do this befor, but I have too much at stake...I don't call my mother diablo for nothing.

Monday, December 09, 2002

Okay, here's the skinny on the whole situatin...:

:: Monday, December 09, 2002 ::

Only in new york can a girl experience her first time, first kiss & get her first boyfriend all in the same night. yea, I'm as suprised as you are, reader. I didn't think I'd ever do this, but I did. Now what, it's not very..er..remarkable. The whole thing feels so fake. I guess I'll hang out for a while, to see what happens.... Did i do the wrong thing? Oh, by the way. That one "special" night was dec.5th. my mother's birthday. happy birthday mom.

:: Latrice 2:51 PM [+] :: (from the group blog)


I feel like a smooth criminal....heh....for some reason, I don't feel bad about the whole situation, emotionaly I mean. I guess I'm just weird that way. I hope this doesn't mean I have no respect for my body or anything. Cause I do.....

Sunday, December 01, 2002

Dear Diary
Written by Pink & L. Perry
Published by Pink Publishing Designee/EMI-April Music, Inc./Stuck In The Throat/Famous Music Corp. (ASCAP)

Dear, dear diary

I wanna tell my secrets
'Cause you're the only one
That I know will keep them
Dear, dear diary
I wanna tell my secrets
I know you'll keep them
So this is what I've done

I've been a bad, bad girl
For so long
Don't know how to change
What went wrong
Daddy's little girl
But he went away
What did it teach me?
That love leaves yeah, yeah

Dear, dear diary
I wanna tell my secrets
'Cause you're the only one
That I know will keep them
Dear, dear diary
I wanna tell my secrets
I know you'll keep them
So this is what I've done

I've been down every road
You could go
I've made some bad choices
As you know
Seems like I got this whole world
Cradled in my hand
It's just like me not to understand, yeah

Dear, dear diary
I wanna tell my secrets
'Cause you're the only one
That I know will keep them
Dear, dear diary
I wanna tell my secrets
I've been a bad, bad girl

I learned my lessons young and
I turned myself around
I gotta guardian angel
Tattooed on my shoulder
She's been watchin' over me

Dear, dear diary
I wanna tell my secrets
'Cause you're the only one
That I know will keep them
Dear, dear diary
I wanna tell my secrets
I know you'll keep them
So this is what I've done

(repeat)