BENAZIR BHUTTO

I'm upset and angry. Former Pakistan President Benazir Bhutto was assassinated today. She was 54 years old. I am grieving the loss of a great leader. I'll be blogging about what this may mean in the future.

Lea

UGLY CHRISTMAS SWEATERS DEUX

Okay, anyone remotely close to me, or associated with me, knows how much I loathed(gritting my teeth, nostrils are flaring and blood boiling by just thinking about it) Holiday sweaters, especially Christmas Sweaters. WWJD? He'd probably tell everyone to burn the ghastly things.
Anyway, J2 had a concert this past weekend. Well in the audience(let me calm down and relay the story) was the creme de la creme of ugly Christmas sweaters. Ladies and gentleman, I believe that I've found the worst Xmas sweater evah!. It was a red knitted monstrosity that had, literally bells and whistles on it. No, I'm not finished. Houses, with a snow forest landscaped on the front. But just when my eyeballs couldn't take anymore, there was faux cotton blend boa, yes, I said boa, attached to the sides of the sweater. Jesus Take the wheel. Who thought that mess was cute?(I so wanted to say sh*t instead of mess)
She was a walking migraine. I was stunned, flabbergasted, and horrified. Just one more week, that's all, and they'll all be gone.

I'm out,
Lea

I NEED TO FINISH SOMETHING

I've been starting books for the past year and haven't finished one yet. I really need to complete at least one of my stories. The problem stems from being way to stress, and blogging way too much, and a busy grueling schedule doesn't help. At this stage in the game I'd rather sit my flat ass down and read someone else(Aliyah, Layne, Taige, Nathasha, Charlotte,Dakota and Nathalie)then to put in the effort writing. It's agonizing for me to sit here and pour over a story that is flowing in my mind, but now through my fingers. *sigh*

I feel lazy, uninspired, and derelict. Writing isn't a hobby for me, it's my job. Sometimes I'm afraid to do this job because it seems so much bigger than me. Right now I lack the discipline it takes to write my novels. I feel overwhelmed because I've stepped up my game. I just need to showcase my progress. I also need to sell my damned house.

I'll keep posting about my progress.

Lea

MISSING YOU

Tis the season to reminisce. I'm realizing that I miss my friends old and new who are gone. They aren't dead, (except two of them, I placed an * by their names.)they are just away from me. I haven't seen them in a while or spoken to them and I really miss them, so in this blog, I'll do a row call for my homies:

Terrial Fair
Nicole Lafontaine
Tamika Fair
Freya Chester
Kenitra Keeney
Julia Martin
Jocelyn White
Johnnie Walker
Katricia Carter
Nicole Dixon
Sylvia Sales and Sam
Elle
Shanna
Jose Campo
Jim Allen
Izola Singleton
Terry Todd
Yank Kennedy*
The Baker Sisters Monica and Ericca
Royce Todd
Jerry Smith
Judy Reid
Lakeitha Taylor
Dap*
Leslie Collazo
Earl Lewis
Trish
Glenda Neal
Sonja Cline
Retha Scott

I miss you,
Lea