21
Jan
Esquire Theme by Matthew Buchanan
Social icons by Tim van Damme
16
Jan
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MMMM. SHANNON BROWN. <3
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04
Jan
It’s pathetic how certain people depend on other people all the damn time.
Anyways, I’m buying tickets/getting tickets to the Lakers vs. Magic game on the 18th. :) So excited to see Dwight Howard. <3
I haven’t been tumbling much, but I’ll do so more often now! School starting up again this week! I’m actually pretty excited and FOCUSED more than ever, baby. I want to start making real bank instead of working PT. Friends and family and Lakers are all good. Great start to 2010! Lets do this!
Oh and follow me on Twitter. ;)
xoxo, @CheryleLapitan
23
Dec
@ laforever loll
22
Dec
19
Dec
His new album “Sex Therapy” that came out Dec. 15t. is amazing. Whole CD has been on repeat since I got it! Listen to “Its In the Mornin’” feat. Snoop Dogg. Mmmmmmmmm :)
Robin Thicke performs 12/21/09 at Nokia Theater in LA! Ahhh, someone get me tix!
18
Dec
http://laforever.tumblr.com
Not even close to done with my Xmas shopping. Hahaha ahh
By the way ladies, at bebe right now, it’s buy 1 get 50% off the 2nd item! Good stuff, noh?
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15
Dec
I call shotgun because I am the type of girl who with be right next to you through the worst and the best rides of your life. I call shotgun because if something were to happen, I would be right there in the front with one hand before me and the other will be used to protect you. I call shotgun and instead of blowing smoke into your quivering lips, I pass nothing but the good type of love. I call shotgun because there is no one else who is willing to do what I do for you. I call shotgun because baby, I am that ride or die type of woman. I just hope you know that once you call shotgun, it’s a guarantee spot right next to me. I am not the backseat and passively-let-life-go-by type of girl. I will not follow you from behind. Right next to you is where I will be. So what do you say? As for me, you already know. I called it.
Shotgun.
08
Dec
A real person wear their scars as a trophy, a remembrance of the pain they’ve overcome. They don’t hide it in shame because it’s a scar, a distortion to their beauty.