WHEN YOU LEAVE ME..THEN YOUR LEAVING THE BEST..SO YOUR GONNA HAVE TO SETTLE FOR LESS....

November 30th, Sunday night

Yes your friendly, posh bombshell is in the house for the night, with good reason.  With a weekend get-a-way planned, I have to coordinate and get my pack list together.  Plus I just had something I had to chat with you about. 

  I'm just wondering how many of you(male & female) have dated someone or had a torrid affair with someone, it ends and you see the "new booty" or better yet the new title holder, and are utterly confused.  I mean, at the risk of sounding cocky, they just don't even place when compared to you, and I am talking way more than just looks.  Personality is a blah, attitude is stank, swag is at a whooping zero, looks...yea not there.  And this fool is acting like they(the new one) is the shit..posting pictures up (when they wouldn't post y'all pictures), shouting them out, etc. Now I do realize that some of us, past conquests, are merely bitter and can't admit that the new love interest is pretty amazing...even if they are.  But for those of us who live with both feet firmly planted in reality, aren't you left sometimes scratching your head,as to what the fuck those, for lack of a better word I am gonna steal my boy's, smidoits 1. saw in you and 2. what they are seeing after you.  

  Now I have a couple of different possible scenarios for the reason why the exes do a downgrade.   The first possible reason, you read the title of the blog, Weezy said it best.  "When you leave me, your leaving the best, so your just gonna have to settle for less."  Some of the people we (I know this goes for me as well) "hook up" with are just... so not on the same level.  They just get lucky, hell it happens.  For whatever reason we just lower our standards, damn that sounds jacked up huh.  I will say the circumstances provide an opening for those who we would normally pass by.  So the next one who comes along is really that persons true type.  You were the "Haley comet," in their life...their "bad piece."  

The second possibly reason, the ex was just too insecure to deal with you.  By all aforementioned accounts they were on your level, but need someone that gets way less shine than them.  These are the guys(girls) that constantly accuse you of "ego trippin," or worst.  When you look back at it you realize they needed someone that didn't elevate them, or even compliment them, they needed someone that THEY could define.  They needed to make someone!  

   Now I am sure there are some of my past conquest that are reading this and trying to see where they fit.  If anything from those two situations offended you...then BINGO!! You found your spot.  There also some of my past men that think they could say the same thing about who came after them. Eh! I choose most of my men off of my moods and off their personalities. And be worried about the men that I don't showcase..those are the real ego-demolisher's.  *BIG WINK*....

Some of us just weren't compatible.  Some of us just needed a break, and some of us are better as friends.   There are a few of you that I have come to realize, just love women! Ugly, fat, skinny, big booties, no booties, big boobs, long hair, short hair, vixens or normal hood chicks. You just feel its your personal duty to "love" as many of us as you can, physically, mentally or emotionally.  Which is your personally choice,but, uh, this Bombshell is selfish.  So I'll quickly make my exit.  

I MEAN "NO ONE ON THE CORNER GOTTA BOP LIKE THIS.."

LMAO

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I'M SUPABAD....SUPABBBBAAAAADDDDD...THEY WANT SOME OF MAMA'S LOVIN!!!

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IF YOU LIKE IT THAN YOU SHOULDA PUT A RING ON IT...DON'T BE MAD WHEN YOU SEE THAT HE WANT IT...

November 19, 2008

Is Bella Eve on the hunt for that infamous 5 carat solitaire???

UM no!!

Nothing displays your age more than your friends, one by one, "jumping the broom." I have a huge amount of male friends, and it is always interesting to me as more and more of "my men" make the decision to not only pop the question but also go through with the ceremony, what is going through their minds. As a woman, I realize that we (women) are raised to want marriage and domestication. Where as men are taught to first "sow their wild oats." And, man, do they ever, a lot of times while they are still deciding if "this one is the one." Usually when the decision is made they are happy and more than ready for the big responsibility of marriage.

Now me being the true romantic I am...I do believe that everyone has their soul mate. While this bombshell/fashionista is no exception, and I do have a particular "Mr. Big" in mind, I'm in no rush to walk down the aisle. I feel like I need to sow my wild oats, mature a little more and get all of my "shit" together. So when the time comes, I have no major baggage that may doom the marriage before it gets a real chance to begin. I am also still looking at marriage as being tied down, which lets me know I am really not ready. I just don't like answering to anyone, and constantly having to make decisions with my "other half" in mind. I mean really women...whats the big rush to get married? And I also would like to know whats wrong with long engagements, I mean they give you time to see what your getting yourself into, don't you think?

Yea I'm going to maintain the happily single (though I do have bouts of loneliness from time to time) status for a while.....

Ahhhh let me answer this...

yea its the field and its time for me to play!!!!

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B.E.

C.OOL O.UTRAGEOUS L.OVERS O.F U.NIQUELY R.AW S.TYLE

FRIDAY NOV, 7TH 2008

Upon hearing that the "Gentleman of the year," Mr. Fozworth Bentley, would be in town, I made the lighting quick decision to step out on a Friday night. Now, I am a socialite, fashionista, bombshell, but as of late I have not been feeling up to going out and dealing with drunk ass , sloppy, hating individuals. So I have been staying home and only venturing out every so often. I figure the scene misses and cherishes me more that way...plus I tend to have way more fun. One of my sisters is home and so we got dolled up and headed to the ever so swank Butterfly Lounge and grill in San Francisco, for the homie Demetrius' Location415 "The Gentleman's club" party (location415.com). Of course I, having been a frequent guest in Vegas, still tend to operate on those hours. So guest lists, unless all night, do nothing for me, plus they're kind of a joke...I just do not do lines. So I linked up with one of the homies and walked in the club. Now for those of you who have never done this ...let me "walk you through" this so to speak. You usually do not wait too long in front of the line ..walk in no bag check, no id, no paying. Usually there are one or two hating ass females...(H.A.F.) that has an attitude and something snotty to say. BUT ...hey...I can feel...its cold outside.

Because of the name of this particular event I expected there to be a ghetto free environment. Well I was proven wrong, and I am not talking about the men. Is it just me but are the females becoming super ignorant these days...they think that getting pissy drunk, looking to start a fight shows how.."super bad" you are!! Females sizing each other up...trying to show out...Fellas the outfits, the hair, the nails, the precision make up, not for you. We (females) are trying to shut down the competition. Now I have never been a BW, basic woman(I like that line from Klymax "meeting in the ladies room") I just like to look good. Most of the men these chicks are showing out for...I know, or don't care to know. See I'm not easily impressed by money or ballers. There has to be more to you than that...now I will say I have no problem falling for a pretty face....or a big butt and a smile..but come on now..who hasn't. I looked stunning as did my sister...see pictures below...I'm a grown woman...and love showcasing that. But of course someone one had to fuck with the sexy vibe.

Ladies, I know its your girl's birthday...your feeling like a superstar because y'all put together your pennies and got a booth with the complimentary Goose bottle service. You hit the mall in search of that perfect outfit, hit the mac station and got it tight. Blew an L (blunt for you non-east coast folks) or hell even popped a bottle in the limo, your crunked up...enjoying your one night of super stardom. I don't hate it....but damn there are v.i.p. rules. Protocols and procedures that when you buck over the age of 21 you just pick up when your a regular. Because the shit that fly's out here in the bay...just disgraces you lets say at Diddy's white party. 1. Get in tight with security.... so lets say some none deserving individuals gets past v.i.p. security and is bold enough to sip on your liquor...see a true v.i.p. bombshell...says nothing..but politely taps security and discreetly gets it handled. 2. Check your crew, there is nothing worst than that one super ghetto, loud friend that is doing too much and fucking up the look. 3. Know the layout of the VIP before hand...do a walk through...shout out to my girl Tiff...some clubs have busy VIP areas..some even have an exclusive VIP, its more money but hey its worth it if your anti-social.

Also ladies...just because you may not know exactly who someone is....does not mean they are a nobody. I'm type discreet, and constantly switch up my appearance. Constantly bumping into me...and roughly is not the way to go... and since I am a lady...I keep my inner ghetto bitch (I.G.B.) in check. It is so not cute to see grown women fighting in stilettos and mini dresses, though the men probably disagree. Bump me once ...cool...twice or more..not...especially when you feel like your too special to excuse yourself...hmmmmmmm..nope...which brings me to my new section I will conduct every time I head out..no matter where I am...NOT QUITE BOMBSHELL, N.Q.B. for short. This event's winner is....

MAMA..WHOEVER YOU ARE STEP IT UP ....learn to party hard and still be a bombshell.

Well I am about through here...shout out to my boy John of m1promo..and Big Von...I love watching you spin man... and a heartfelt MWAH to Mr. Fonzworth Bentley...my fashion crush....Keep showing them the light....and it was a pleasure meeting you and your business partner.

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