Wheeeee! My world is being rocked in fabulous ways. That is all.
As most of you know, Melia Lore is a pseudonym. For those who don’t know, well, Melia Lore is a pseudonym. My name is actually Madonna… um, no, my name really isn’t important. In fact, the reason I have a pseudonym is to protect my real self from the dangerous stalkers (not the awesome ones) and freaks online that may, one day, try to find me and take random photos of me through the privacy fence. That was pretty fucked up, by the way. But, throughout the last 3+ years of blogging...
There are two analogies for my life that I beat, like a dead horse. That was good, eh? Spinning plates, and a chariot about to tumble over, with me holding the reins in an icy grip of “holy fuck.” So, yeah, things are great, and when I drink my morning coffee, the thousands of things I must accomplish fly at my face and I cringe, then suck it up and get my plan together. No time for hiding in my room, watching 90210, dreaming of concierge service. Much. This morning, however, after the...
You can ask around, and most people will tell you that at one point or another, I have totally done something bitchtastic. Probably to that person, but, whatever. Bygones! I even have a jacket that proclaims my bitchitude, courtesy of my mama. Its a well known fact that when you have apparel with words on it, you are officially an important member of that word club. Look it up. But, first, you must all read about me… because, sometimes, blogging incessantly about myself just isn’t enough....
Actual photo of my non existent ass, courtesy of Dozer Emo Boy just remarked at the fabulous mood I’m in… I’m tired. My legs, ass and waist hurt, my house is a wreck and I have no groceries. But, I’m smiling. The Crew and I all went roller skating today. Family fun, met up with J.Pizzle (The Bizzle Partner) and his kids. We all skated, played air hockey, some video games… cheap fun that lasted for hours, and was not chained to a screen or shopping for cack we don’t...
