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Name: vanessa
Country: United States
State: Illinois
Birthday: 7/24/1982
Gender: Female


Expertise: i'm an expert at everything. wut can i say. i'm perfect. so don't hate me cuz u can't have me. hahaha.. jp.. eww siiick..
Occupation: Medical


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Member Since: 1/30/2003

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Friday, August 22, 2003

JUST CUZ I AINT HOLLERIN BACK, DONT MEAN U CAN FUKKIN BREAK INTO MY CAR AND TAKE ALL MY SHIT, PUNKS. I SPENT THE WHOLE DAY TAKIN CARE OF BUSINESS THAT THESE MUTHERFUKKERS FUKKED UP.  SO YOU BUSTED IN MY CAR AND STOLE MY CUTE ASS PUMA PURSE WITH EVERYTHING IN IT.  THERE AINT SHIT IN THERE THAT U CAN USE NOW. HOPE YUR HAVIN FUN USIN MY VASELINE TO HELP STICK MY TAMPONS UP YUR ASS WHILE JACKIN OFF TO MY HOMIES' PICTURES. GHETTO ASS BITCHES.


Thursday, July 31, 2003

yeah. its that time again. boooooo. i hate this. let's start off with the big 2-1. the second i turned 21, we went to a club/bar where the bouncer recognized us. here's how it went.


bouncer: you guys are str8. *motions us to come in*
ness: nooo!! u HAVE to card me!
bouncer: *looks at my real ID* oh, so NOW yur 21? damn. happy birthday, baby.


and he hugs me. haha. bouncer got MODED! (kali term. i dont kno wtf it means. so ask them kali folk) i saw BLACK EYED PEAS on my birthday. damn. they're so sick with it. apl.de.ap is the man. and that bboy breaker cat was just.... DAMN!! but yeah. all u filipino peeps. download *the apl song* by BEP. just dont DL frum kazaa. them kazaa peeps are already after me. everyone be scarin me that it's all illegal to dl frum them now. wtf. i wasn't aware. n now i'm goin to jail. fawk! anywaze. the birthday bash was tite. me n mikey wanna thank everyone n their mamas for comin out. i wasnt as faded as that kid tho. i swear i wasnt!!


i lost all my squares. (chicago term. it means cigarettes. don't ask me why)  so these cats conned me into playing that card game, texas hold 'em. we didn't gamble money. no. we gambled our damn cigarettes. i shoulda known better. i lost so many effin times. they kept givin me all my squares back. but i just lost them again. dammit. keep me away frum that game. and halo while yur at it. i suck at both. maybe cuz my teachers are ruthless and they dont give a fuck that i just learned. all shootin me hardcore. dickheads. jp, guys. i'm not bitter. i just need a smoke. 


my patient the other day was too kyoot. he was 81 with cancer. so check it.


mr. patient: hey nanessa! (he couldnt pronounce my name without his dentures)
nanessa: yeah?
mr. patient: wanna hear a joke?
nanessa: sure!
mr. patient: what do you want on your tombstone?
nanessa: (playin along) ummm, my name? the date i died?
mr. patient: i want cheese and pepperoni!! HAHAHAHAHA!! tombstone is a pizza!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!


hahahaha. i've never seen an 81-year-old laugh so hard in my life. it was really cute. really. word.


if you think that watermelons will grow in yur tummy if u swollow them seeds... yo mama done lied to u!!! i swallowed a few just now. n i feel fine. u swear i'm about to get up and walk over to the garbage rite now. ahhh.. laziness at its finest. haha useless shit rite thurr. but i'm eatin watermelon and i remember when i was a shortie, my mom would always tell me shit like that. like if you go to sleep with yur hair wet, you'll go blind. mann.. fuck that. that never happens. but then again i never tried. i didnt wanna take that chance and go blind. just in case it WAS true, ykno?


so i was expecting a phone call from ben. he lost his phone n he wanted to chill. so this random number pops up on my cell phone. so i answered and talked to this dood for half-an-hour thinkin it was ben. he was sayin all this shit that i never told ben b4. and he was askin me the same questions he asked last nite. i was trippin. thinkin he took sum crazy pills. but nooo. it wasn't ben. it was marlo the whole time! i havent talked to that nigguh in a minute! sowree dawg!! u guys sound the same! i kicked myself in the ass twice. salty ass shit. mannn.. nanessa got moded so baddd.


which brings us to today. 7.31.03. HAPPY 22nd BIRTHDAY, JAY!!! i miss you crazy!! cheeeers! so yeah. hit him up and wish that playa a happy birthday. aight. thats it for me. alotta useless ish. but the important stuff wouldnt mean shit to u. thas just how it is. so i'm about to pick up my pay check, get a glimse of my eric, then head down to skewl to move outta my old apartment and move into my new one. peeeeece muthuhfukkuhhhhh!


Wednesday, July 23, 2003

this xanga shit is a burden. peeps always be pressurin to update. chill homies. i update when i wanna. n this is when i wanna. 


went to the bank to deposit my check. update on eric:: still got that ring on his finger. fuck that guy dood. i give up. he's a devoted man. *punches wall* oh well.


had another kickback at the infamous garage on friday night for matt's last weekend in chicago. there were 23 heads on friday nite. my baby sister included. we initated her into the garage. she got crazy wasted. poor girl. emcee battle of the nite was brian vs. nick. crazy nite. had ANOTHER kickback at the garage last nite. strictly cuzins for matt's last night in chicago. i swear. we drink every damn nite for that nigguh. 15 of us cuzins. nonna those other cats were invited. we still love u guys tho! but yeah. it was a family kinda moment. i was so faded. tryin fight club with mark in the front lawn. pushed his ass then fell and layed in the grass forever. didnt last very long. dang u swear. nigguh's heavy. yeah. the garage= guarenteed fun. no doubt. phil n jay-r should just start charging at the door n shit. just as long as i get on the VIP list. fools be drinkin who never drank b4. u want in? str8. ferReals.


matt leaves today again. he was shipped to korea for 2 damn years. he came home for barely a month. now he's goin to seattle. army peeps keep taking him away. then he gets shipped out to iraq. take care of yourself out there. you're my hero, matchu. strong as fuck. in every way. my prayers are with you.


sheree [older sis] also came home for the weekend. haven't seen that hoe bag in a minute. we drove down to st. louis for one of her sorority sister's wedding because her boyfriend couldn't make it. a 5 mutherfuckin hour drive. but it was the most beautiful wedding ever. very high class. stretch hummer, horse and carriage, filet mignon for dinner, open bar the whole night with no tip jar... crazy talk. the bride looked perfect. i was pretty much the token asian chick surrounded by white folk. the ghetto booty on the dance floor. sheezis. i want a beautiful wedding, too. fuck the groom. i'm never gettin married. =( i'll just have a beautiful wedding by myself. yay. everyone's invited. and bring your green hat!


bein a kid is the way to be. we went lazer tagging. brought back crazy memories. when i was a shortie, i used to be scared as hell. trying not to cry cuz it was way too dark in there. but i'm older and wiser now. the dark doesn't faze me. ha. but it was tite. i got the highest score on my team! prolly cuz i had all the smokers on my team. fuckin coughin up a lung in the corner.


i got a new toothbrush. its white and blue with cross action power. wutever the hell that means. its one of those battery operated toothbrushes. anywaze. that's sumthing new to liven up my life.


wussup with these AMERICAN JUNIORS. these kids are madd cute. makes me pissed at my parents for not gettin me into that singing craze when i was younger. mannnn!! why can't i sing?!?! sheezis. talented ass kids tho.


that's pretty much it. nuthin much lately. drinking, smoking, and working. working, smoking, and drinking. training for my bday. everyone's tellin me that i'm fucked. great. i dont even wanna do this no more. i'm excited. but kinda not. i'm nervous. boooo. fuck it. bring it on. lets just get this shit over with already. wutever. imma see BLACK EYED PEAS on my birthday! booo yahhhhhhhhhh!!! *scratches corn row* and this is the end. imma go brush my teeth now. yessss! *pumps fist*


Friday, July 18, 2003

::an answer to my boredom::

 

I AM: always hungry.  oh. n i am cool, too. yessssss.
I THINK: that chicago weather is bipolar.
I KNOW: that 2+2=4. rite?
I WANT: a strawberry shortcake ice cream bar. rite now.
I HAVE: 10 fingers and 10 toes.
I WISH: i was a little bit taller. seriously.
I GET: paid every other thursday.
I HATE: when i get holes in my socks.
I MISS: back in the day when i was a shortie. didn't stress bout nuthin.
I FEAR: failure.
I HEAR: bryan's fob ass on my voicemail.
I SEARCH: for my favorite chapstick. i done lost it.
I WONDER: if he feels the same way.
I REGRET: nothing.
I LOVE: pink mentos.
I CARE: about you.
I EAT: rice. lots of it.
I ALWAYS: wear my seatbelt.
I AM NOT: smart.
I DANCE: all the damn time.
I SING: when i'm driving by myself. nonna yall needta hear that shit.
I CRY: i dont.
I DO NOT ALWAYS: water my mini palm tree from kali. but i should. its finna dying.
I FIGHT: with icelynn and alex's dog.
I WRITE: when i have to.
I WIN: at air hockey.
I LOSE: at halo.
I CONFUSE: doods with my feelings.
I SLEEP: in my bed at around 4-5ish.
I CAN USUALLY BE FOUND: at work in the hostpital or at jay-r n phil's garage. my mom calls it our "headquarters."
I NEED: to do laundry.
I AM HAPPY ABOUT: my life.
I SHOULD: finish my slurpee.


Tuesday, July 15, 2003

i had to redo this whole post cuz xanga sux my left tit. anywaze. imma try to remember wut i posted last and then sum. here goes. tired as all fuck. work is crazy. wearin me down to almost nuthin. startin to hate it. but one of my patients held my hand and called me his angel. he said that when he dies, it'll be his turn to be my guardian angel. how sweet is that. it's those kinda little things that make my job worth while. then i love it again. but my feet hurt. anywaze. big birthday bash comin up. jot this down rite quick.


who: vanessa grace (7.24.82)
        mix masta mike santos (7.25.82)
what: our 21st bdays
where: cherry red
when: friday. 7.25.
why: simple. cuz we the shiznitto. so u besta be there. 8-11pm open bar playuuuuhs. after 11pm pay fo yo daym self.
all u shorties:: bust out the fakes.
all u old folk:: no excuses.


got it?? good.


p.s. this is fun::


MarieezyFoSheezy: working tomorrow?
xnessaliciousx: yis
xnessaliciousx: need money. gotta impress eric dawg
xnessaliciousx: haha
MarieezyFoSheezy: lol
MarieezyFoSheezy: you gotta make him leave his wife
xnessaliciousx: i kno rite
xnessaliciousx: bitch gotsta go Okaaaaaaay *scratches cornrow*
MarieezyFoSheezy: make him struggle to take that ring bullshit off when he sees you walking in the bank and shit
xnessaliciousx: haha. exactly gurl. i got this. haha.


p.p.s. this is fun, too::


ME, ICELYNN, LAUREN, PHIL, JR, MATT, GREG, SHERWIN, ALEX, WARREN, NEIL, PERCY, BRIAN, n ROBBIE
                            +
               102 bottles of beer
                            +
          the garage on a saturday nite
                            =
              fun ass mutherfuckin times

                                    
quote of the nite:
"I'm servin niggaz like I was a waiter,
You couldn't beat me even if you were a masturbator"
-WARREN bka poisonous poet
                               the end.


oh yeah! p.p.p.s. a league of extraordinary gentlemen is a cheesy movie with a long ass movie title. yay DAVID!


p.p.p.p.s. i can eat pancit for days.

        the end end. ferReal this time.



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