I pick up my men where I pick up my coffee

Okay, so, dress rehearsal is in like an hour, so I have to hurry with typing this. I'm supposed to be coming home to change into my clothes for the show, but being a model I have a certain amount of skill when it comes to changing clothes with speed. I just had to take the opportunity to tell you about what happened to me this morning.

I made a stop off on the way to work to get some coffee. While I was standing in line this FINE man with a briefcase and a suit comes up and just starts talking to me about, ya know, stuff...small talk. Anyway, he says something funny that makes me smile. I give him one of my patented "Sweep the hair out of my face, head half turned, over the side of the shoulder smile" and I can see it hit him just right. He recognized me, but he couldn't remember where from (It was probably from the billboard across the street (that's why I go there for breakfast) but it could be something else.) So we talk a little more and he asked if I was doing anything this weekend. Of course I am, but I tell him I'm not (I can move things around). And he asks if I want to go out for dinner. Natch, I said yes. I'm so excited! I haven't had a date in like a month and even longer with someone I actually thought had any hope!

Alright, I'm gonna catch up on Zuri's blog real quick then I'm gone.

Kisses, Paula.

Wow

So, for anybody that doesn’t know, my long time friend and coworker/competitor Bisa Randall has finally started her own blog!  IF you haven’t seen it yet, you should totally check it out.  On her first post she made a ground breaking announcement—suffice to say, it makes me proud to know her.

Anyway, life has been super busy of late so hence the lack of updates.  We are in the process of getting Zuri moved into her new apartment.  Let me tell you, the place is super cute (or could be, in the right hands, which may or may not be my sister’s, that has yet to be determined).  Dad took a couple days off to help with the process and was even able to rent a truck from the army for free.  It pays to have a dad with connections from time to time.

I’m steadily learning to deal with my abandonment issues and I think I’m gonna be alright.  I’m already taking measurements of Zuri’s old room.  I had no idea how big her closet was!  And to think, that was going to waste on that mediocre wardrobe of hers all these years!  For shame!  LOL!

Anyway, life is pretty good right now, can’t really complain.  The uniforms for the chorus show are ready.  Mom and I designed them and they look great.  Calling them uniforms ain’t quite right, they’re more like totally hot dresses.  The show is next week and the dress rehearsal is later this week, so come back here to find out about the hotness.

I WILL choke a bitch

Ahem, I’m generally a very even tempered person.  As you no doubt know, I’m not the sort to start yankin out clumps of hair and hitting bitches with chairs.  So you must also know that I ain’t playin around or bein petty when I say I am about one minute of petty bullshit away from really, genuinely choking a bitch.

So, allow me to elaborate.  I spent the day on site for this shoot we’re doing to promote mom’s upcoming fashion show.  Shameless plug – it’s gonna rock all you bitches!  Anyway, I am set to be the headliner (naturally) and Mom managed to pull in some other really good talent to go with.  Well, along with the talent we also got Amani Randall.  That’s right, the youngest member of the oh so famous Randall family.  Younger sister to Bisa Randall (who I may have recently mentioned on this blog…I wonder it that has anything to do with this).  Anyway, as you no doubt know if you read my blog and naturally stay up with the world of fashion, being part of the renowned Randall family has pulled Amani headlong into superstardom, which she has decided to squander on modeling, something for which she has little natural talent.  Of course, that hasn’t stopped other designers from showcasing her.  For shame!

Of course, my mommy has more experience and more style than to do something like that, so Amani will be walking third in the lineup.  Now comes the drama.  You’re oh so lovely and oh so worthy hostess here now has to listen to this little prima donna run her mouth about how I only got this spot because I am the daughter of the designer.  ME!  OMFG!  Like I haven’t earned my spot!  I may only be two years older than her, but I have earned my stripes.

So I step off for a minute to with mom about the setup of the whole thing and would you believe that this girl has all the other models turned against me by the time I get back?  If she says one more thing to me, I don’t care, I will throw down.  She makes me so angry I swear I can feel my hair straightening!  And you know, after all this, I still haven’t seen no damn blog for Bisa Randall on here.  Quelle surprise!

Okay, I don’t apologize much, but maybe I really should in this case.  Zuri actually mentioned it to me and she’s usually pretty on spot as these things go, so here goes.  I shouldn’t have put anything on my blog about Bisa being gay, whether or not it’s true.  That has nothing to do with me and I should have more sense than that by now.  So, Bisa, I’m sorry and to anyone else who might read this, totally disregard what I said.  If Bisa is gay and if she does plan on telling anyone it should be her decision and not mine.

Anyway, I promise the next one will be lighter.  No really, I promise.

Kisses, Paula