Y'all.. I've returned but I can not begin to explain the terror that I have gone through in the past month. It all began with Sissy picking me up in her car- she said we were gonna go out, open off the Bacardi and celebrate our Lambily award nominations. I knew something was fishy when I realized the only albums she brought were Charmbracelet, a burned copy of Memoirs and a cassette of Emotions that had "Tchula Public Library" labeled on the side of it. I just shrugged it off though.
Anyway, we were driving for hours, it was getting real dark and we were in the middle of no where. We came to a abrupt halt and I looked over at Sissy who had this twisted smile on her face. "I had a vision.." she whispered, "a vision of winning the Vision of Love award." That's when my eyes started dilating and my heart pounded faster. I knew right then and there what she was trying to pull. I quickly scrambled out of the car and started to book it. Sissy was hot on my tail in the car, trying to run my ass down. I screamed and cried for help but it was no use- she knocked me out after a few miles and that's all I remember from that night.
Some days later (how long have I been gone?) I woke up in a dark crate. I started crying and sang Languishing on repeat through my sobs. It took me a long time, but I managed to claw through the crate and the half foot of dirt that was poorly piled on top of it. Then I walked for days and days, trying to find my way back home. I had to hitchhike with smelly truckers and weird bi-curious bears. However, I made it through the rain and have finally returned.
I will dish out my revenge later, but for now I am mourning the lost of Pecinta and Nick's sanity.
Posh sis How awful! I was worried for you, but I did not ever consider you would be the target of such a malicious crime! Are you sure you're alright?
Y'all.. I've returned but I can not begin to explain the terror that I have gone through in the past month. It all began with Sissy picking me up in her car- she said we were gonna go out, open off the Bacardi and celebrate our Lambily award nominations. I knew something was fishy when I realized the only albums she brought were Charmbracelet, a burned copy of Memoirs and a cassette of Emotions that had "Tchula Public Library" labeled on the side of it. I just shrugged it off though.
Anyway, we were driving for hours, it was getting real dark and we were in the middle of no where. We came to a abrupt halt and I looked over at Sissy who had this twisted smile on her face. "I had a vision.." she whispered, "a vision of winning the Vision of Love award." That's when my eyes started dilating and my heart pounded faster. I knew right then and there what she was trying to pull. I quickly scrambled out of the car and started to book it. Sissy was hot on my tail in the car, trying to run my ass down. I screamed and cried for help but it was no use- she knocked me out after a few miles and that's all I remember from that night.
Some days later (how long have I been gone?) I woke up in a dark crate. I started crying and sang Languishing on repeat through my sobs. It took me a long time, but I managed to claw through the crate and the half foot of dirt that was poorly piled on top of it. Then I walked for days and days, trying to find my way back home. I had to hitchhike with smelly truckers and weird bi-curious bears. However, I made it through the rain and have finally returned.
I will dish out my revenge later, but for now I am mourning the lost of Pecinta and Nick's sanity.
As King of the thread, Sissy will face the punishment of death by guillotine...or Glitter, whichever I can find faster. First, we torture him until he reaches the levels of insanity in his pleas as featured on the #1 Cold 100 hit, "Did I Do That?"
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Originally posted by BadMouthBetsy
Was that intentional? When do you think you'll be finished getting the rest of your credits?
Yeah, kinda. I'm just really lazy so it turned out that way. I'll be done next semester most likely.
<3
I hope you poured some CLR down the drain afterwards because she was mad rusty.
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Originally posted by Reverie
Posh sis How awful! I was worried for you, but I did not ever consider you would be the target of such a malicious crime! Are you sure you're alright?
Well, I still wake up scared some nights, still dreaming 'bout them violent times. I'm still little scarred 'bout the time I was trapped inside; and I'm still a little defensive thinkin' folk be tryin' to bury my life. I'm still little depressed inside, but I fake a smile and deal with the PTS.
Y'all.. I've returned but I can not begin to explain the terror that I have gone through in the past month. It all began with Sissy picking me up in her car- she said we were gonna go out, open off the Bacardi and celebrate our Lambily award nominations. I knew something was fishy when I realized the only albums she brought were Charmbracelet, a burned copy of Memoirs and a cassette of Emotions that had "Tchula Public Library" labeled on the side of it. I just shrugged it off though.
Anyway, we were driving for hours, it was getting real dark and we were in the middle of no where. We came to a abrupt halt and I looked over at Sissy who had this twisted smile on her face. "I had a vision.." she whispered, "a vision of winning the Vision of Love award." That's when my eyes started dilating and my heart pounded faster. I knew right then and there what she was trying to pull. I quickly scrambled out of the car and started to book it. Sissy was hot on my tail in the car, trying to run my ass down. I screamed and cried for help but it was no use- she knocked me out after a few miles and that's all I remember from that night.
Some days later (how long have I been gone?) I woke up in a dark crate. I started crying and sang Languishing on repeat through my sobs. It took me a long time, but I managed to claw through the crate and the half foot of dirt that was poorly piled on top of it. Then I walked for days and days, trying to find my way back home. I had to hitchhike with smelly truckers and weird bi-curious bears. However, I made it through the rain and have finally returned.
I will dish out my revenge later, but for now I am mourning the lost of Pecinta and Nick's sanity.
Posh bby!
I knew Sissy was a menace! She was keeping it all cute when she was at the Berlin International Film Festival but she gave me Sing Sing vibes from the JUMP! I'm glad you're back and she will pay! Someday, hey hey, she's gonna pay.
As King of the thread, Sissy will face the punishment of death by guillotine...or Glitter, whichever I can find faster. First, we torture him until he reaches the levels of insanity in his pleas as featured on the #1 Cold 100 hit, "Did I Do That?"
Sissy you don't even have to confess, we looking for you, we gon find you!!
So I was doing more research on Mariah, and I came across all the hater videos on YouTube and ch... while these people are pressed like old gum on the sidewalk, but so many of the points are valid.
Like I just rewatched her CTTA performance at Morrocco and ugh sis.
Mariah disappoints me sometimes. I love her but
Speaking of my essay tho, any significant non-dubbed videos that I should include in my presentation? I'm already planning on including her first televised performance of Vision of Love, If Its Over at SNL, All In Your Mind at SNL, Lead The Way in the studio, and We Belong Together/FLAB at the Grammys. Any other performances I should include? I want the girls to get chills by Mariah her legendary voice.
Y'all.. I've returned but I can not begin to explain the terror that I have gone through in the past month. It all began with Sissy picking me up in her car- she said we were gonna go out, open off the Bacardi and celebrate our Lambily award nominations. I knew something was fishy when I realized the only albums she brought were Charmbracelet, a burned copy of Memoirs and a cassette of Emotions that had "Tchula Public Library" labeled on the side of it. I just shrugged it off though.
Anyway, we were driving for hours, it was getting real dark and we were in the middle of no where. We came to a abrupt halt and I looked over at Sissy who had this twisted smile on her face. "I had a vision.." she whispered, "a vision of winning the Vision of Love award." That's when my eyes started dilating and my heart pounded faster. I knew right then and there what she was trying to pull. I quickly scrambled out of the car and started to book it. Sissy was hot on my tail in the car, trying to run my ass down. I screamed and cried for help but it was no use- she knocked me out after a few miles and that's all I remember from that night.
Some days later (how long have I been gone?) I woke up in a dark crate. I started crying and sang Languishing on repeat through my sobs. It took me a long time, but I managed to claw through the crate and the half foot of dirt that was poorly piled on top of it. Then I walked for days and days, trying to find my way back home. I had to hitchhike with smelly truckers and weird bi-curious bears. However, I made it through the rain and have finally returned.
I will dish out my revenge later, but for now I am mourning the lost of Pecinta and Nick's sanity.
THE LIES!
I simply cannot at this. I just cannot. I cannot fathom the betray. I cannot believe y'all believe her just like that. Let me tell the story of how it really was.
I did pick posh up. And I did want to celebrate with her our nominations because I had thought she was my friend way back then. We really had some kind of special connection. We had sleepovers, painted each other's nails in the colors of the covers of the good albums, we even had a threesome with Taste of Honey, for God's sake. So we did everything that really close lambily sistrens do. I mean, I voted for her in the Vision Of Love category even though that reduced my chances to win. You can ask MCBeth, she can testify to that. I was so happy we both got nominated and as a cute friend I was happy expecting her to win because I felt like she deserved it.
So I had it a great night planned for us. But I was bewildered when she asked me to pick me up at Tigre's. I had never been out in the slums before so it took me a while to find to her cute little shanty. When I picked her up I immediately noticed that something was wrong with her. Posh was dancing around the car and singing a song that I had never heard before but whose lyrics scared me to death. It was something like, "It's true what you heard/I am a freak, I'm disturbed/So come on and give me your worst", and all of the sudden she started screaming like a lunatic. It almost sounded like a curse to me and it was really frightening. I told her to get in the car and then we left the slum as quick as possible. I asked her what Tigre had done to her and if everything was alright. But she ignored my questions and only repeated: "I'm just a girl from a trailer park, I'm gonna get the D in the dark".
I was really worried, so I pulled over and tried to calm her. But then she started crying. She told me she'd fallen in love with Taste of Honey. The two of them supposedly hang out after our little intermezzo but Taste of Honey confessed to her he'd fallen for me. Then she stopped talking, grabbed her purse, and pulled all of Mariah's fragrances out. She wanted to kill me by making me drink them. I was so scared. I seriously thought my innards would cauterize and I would die. But she forced me to grab the bottle of Luscious Pink, and I was mumbling my last prayers to God thanking Her for letting me experience Her divinity in the form of Butterfly. But then posh started her creepy rhyme again, "It's true what you heard/I am a freak, I'm disturbed", and I took the chance and sprayed the acid into her ears. She started bawling, and I kicked her out and drove away as fast as possible.
I am shaking while writing it off my chest right now. I was so afraid to tell you all because I feared posh would come back and take revenge. Naturally I hired more security and stuff. This experience has been just exceedingly hurtful because somebody I used to know is flinging my world around. Now that I took the strength to tell you I am feeling much better and secure. But it hurts to see you all believe her just like that.
I knew Sissy was a menace! She was keeping it all cute when she was at the Berlin International Film Festival but she gave me Sing Sing vibes from the JUMP! I'm glad you're back and she will pay! Someday, hey hey, she's gonna pay.
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Originally posted by OpenBacardi
Sissy you don't even have to confess, we looking for you, we gon find you!!
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Originally posted by MCBeth
Crucify ha!!!!
I am very disappointed in you all.
Where is dreamloverfantasy at? Has he turned his back on me, too?
I simply cannot at this. I just cannot. I cannot fathom the betray. I cannot believe y'all believe her just like that. Let me tell the story of how it really was.
I did pick posh up. And I did want to celebrate with her our nominations because I had thought she was my friend way back then. We really had some kind of special connection. We had sleepovers, painted each other's nails in the colors of the covers of the good albums, we even had a threesome with Taste of Honey, for God's sake. So we did everything that really close lambily sistrens do. I mean, I voted for her in the Vision Of Love category even though that reduced my chances to win. You can ask MCBeth, she can testify to that. I was so happy we both got nominated and as a cute friend I was happy expecting her to win because I felt like she deserved it.
So I had it a great night planned for us. But I was bewildered when she asked me to pick me up at Tigre's. I had never been out in the slums before so it took me a while to find to her cute little shanty. When I picked her up I immediately noticed that something was wrong with her. Posh was dancing around the car and singing a song that I had never heard before but whose lyrics scared me to death. It was something like, "It's true what you heard/I am a freak, I'm disturbed/So come on and give me your worst", and all of the sudden she started screaming like a lunatic. It almost sounded like a curse to me and it was really frightening. I told her to get in the car and then we left the slum as quick as possible. I asked her what Tigre had done to her and if everything was alright. But she ignored my questions and only repeated: "I'm just a girl from a trailer park, I'm gonna get the D in the dark".
I was really worried, so I pulled over and tried to calm her. But then she started crying. She told me she'd fallen in love with Taste of Honey. The two of them supposedly hang out after our little intermezzo but Taste of Honey confessed to her he'd fallen for me. Then she stopped talking, grabbed her purse, and pulled all of Mariah's fragrances out. She wanted to kill me by making me drink them. I was so scared. I seriously thought my innards would cauterize and I would die. But she forced me to grab the bottle of Luscious Pink, and I was mumbling my last prayers to God thanking Her for letting me experience Her divinity in the form of Butterfly. But then posh started her creepy rhyme again, "It's true what you heard/I am a freak, I'm disturbed", and I took the chance and sprayed the acid into her ears. She started bawling, and I kicked her out and drove away as fast as possible.
I am shaking while writing it off my chest right now. I was so afraid to tell you all because I feared posh would come back and take revenge. Naturally I hired more security and stuff. This experience has been just exceedingly hurtful because somebody I used to know is flinging my world around. Now that I took the strength to tell you I am feeling much better and secure. But it hurts to see you all believe her just like that.
Where is dreamloverfantasy at? Has he turned his back on me, too?
Posh had been displaying...questionable behavior when she showed up to my MODEST HOUSE uninvited. I think Taste of Honey had given her a Taste of Glitter because when he threw her out of his noticeably large, 2010-riah shaped van, she was acting erratic. She ran to the window and started waving hello to nobody. Then she kept asking if I liked her ensemble (a wife beater with a rainbow spray painted on it and some panties). I couldn't wait for Sissy to pick her up! When she left I had to clean up all these Popsicles she kept unwrapping and throwing all over my new carpet!
How awful! I was worried for you, but I did not ever consider you would be the target of such a malicious crime! Are you sure you're alright?
First, we torture him until he reaches the levels of insanity in his pleas as featured on the #1 Cold 100 hit, "Did I Do That?" 
I'll be done next semester most likely.
, and my love enjoys listening to all those songs, I'm soooo happy 
she could never sing the song the right way. See the butchering the Mariahs Theme at Oprah. 2009 vocals>>>>
