happy new year. yes indeed.
happy new year to ME. and you. and you. and oh yes, sexy in the back, happy new year to you too ;) call me! LOL!
I'm in a damn good mood -- I'm 21 years old, gonna be 22 in July and I'm rockin' and rollin', smiling and waving and playing my role like a shark! haha, I got called that the other day.
Yes, I'm aggressive, the kind of girl that hates sex unless it involves a little roughness, a little shock in the cereal, you know? I tend to rough 'em up so they know from the word go that this isn't a love story, it's a fuck story, and I'm here to get what I came for and sail out the door.
the new year's party was amazing -- my vanilla friend saw immediately why they call me a diva ... and a careerist bitch at the same time! I was mixing myself a rum and coke, waving at the hotties, seducing the host and her cute little friend, and talkin' business with the boys after the ball dropped.
yes, just about all at once. that's how I roll.
business is good. I got tons of JV offers, and some real estate ninjas that are going to help me learn what's going on... I have my ways about checkin' people's bullshit.
i got on the phone and started telling people about themselves... and they were like, "Damn, you do your homework."
i mean, when I say real estate, I mean targeted investing .. any Johnny or Janey with enough dead presidents in the bank can call themselves "in real estate" and that's not really where I'm at. I like the numbers side of it, doin' the math to make sure I'm in the clear.
that's what we do online -- the site I've got my eye on purchasing makes good money... and I'm going to do it with none of my own cash. :) good money -- x,xxx a month, and high digit in the first column, which got my attention. I'm playing it smooth and quiet for right now, because I don't love the site enough to marry it, I'm just interested.
a new year, but I'm the same old me, and I like it... why? cos I'm free now. I'm walkin' it right out the door Jan 31st... he doesn't like it, but that's what I'm going to do.
damn zora, breakin' her own rules. sorry boys, ya gotta have a car, ya gotta have a place to live (that isn't aka momma's house) and you gotta have independent income. not sayin' he's gotta be crazy like me and run a company, but he needs to be able to take care of himself.
funny. if i say that out loud in real space, i'm an evil golddigging bitch. sorry, I'm on a mission to be a self-made & self-paid millionaire for my 24th birthday - not into sugardaddies, cos far too many of those types think they're buyin' the cow and therefore in charge of the milk - fuck that.
just wanted to free think a moment here, that's what I'm known for I guess.
J is helping my turnaround like a fiend, and he's waiting for me to get back, so I probably ought to move along now :)
the hostess and the lawyerboy don't realize that I'm gainin' on their heels ... they live in a gorgeous section of Houston (the River Oaks / Upper Kirby area) .. I'm going to rock it like that someday :)
and we're out! keep it sexy while I'm gone y'all!