Solely Vicious  Early morning but ready for the day (Taken with instagram)  miyabailey:
Fairy Sketch…. By Miya Bailey
So simple yet so beautiful…im such a huge fan of Miya’s work  Kel loves orange soda. Is it true? MMM HMMM, I DO I DO I DO OOOOOOO. lmao def my fav part. (via awalkthroughmylife-deactivated2) Real Rugrats Story I’m an 80s baby that grew up on the 90s tv shows. Earlier today on FB I came across this post as the Real Rugrats Story. I want to say kudos to whomever thought of this because its hella interesting and if we could prove that it were true that would be awesome. Here it is…
This is the whole story:
The Rugrats really were a figment of Angelica’s Imagination.
Chucky died a long time ago along with this mother, that’s why Chaz is a nervous wreck all the time.
Tommy was a stillborn, that’s why Stu is constantly in the basement making toys for the son who never had a chance to live.
The DeVilles had an abortion, Angelica couldn’t figure whether it would be a boy or a girl thus creating the twins
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As for “All Grown Up” Angelica was a bipolar schizophrenic who, as a teenager became addicted to various Narcotics, bringing her back to her childhood and thus her creations she obsessed over, because of time lapse between the present and the last time she interacted with her creations, she made them older, Angelica was constantally taking hits of acid, so she would never have to live without her creations who were her only company, in a judgemental world
Angelica’s mom actually died of a heroine overdose, Angelica was schizophrenic/bipolar because she was a crack baby, in addition Drew in his depression married a gold digging whore, that Angelica idolized because she fooled herself into thinking it was her real mom, but always had a concept of her mom, Cynthia, and took a barbie doll, and made it after her mom’s image, wearing an unwashed orange dress, and having jacked up hair, which is why she was so attached to it, later in life she followed in her mom footsteps w/ drugs and everything, dieing of overdose at age 13 when All Grown Up! was “canceled”
The only rugrat not to be fictional however, was unborn Tommy’s brother Dil, however Angelica didnt know the differance between Dil and her creations, Dil didnt follow her commands, after endless crying and a refusal to disappear like the others did when angelica was angry with them, she hit him. And she hit him, screaming a screaching tune, Stu ran in and pulled his neice off of his only child, but it was too late, he had a brain hemerage, which resulted in a deformation, as he grew up his damage only became more evident, by the time he was 9 in All Grown Up! He lived as an outcast, being ridiculed for his weirdness, and retardation, the immense guilt over this is what led to her drug use and is what led Angelica to un-create the rugrats breifly, until her expericance w/ hallucinogenics.
On a trip to Paris to find love, Chaz married a hooker named Kira (He was actually going to marry a differant hooker, but she just wanted him for his money), who had a daughter named Kimi that was torn from her because she was a cocaine addict (Angelica imagined her from Kira’s stories), he lost his mind after the death of his wife and was in denial that she was ever prostitue, upon return to America, Chaz and Kira married and she got her greencard, it was actually a really happy/romantic story, Kira continually stuggled with addiction, but was relatively happy w/ her life, and Chaz
Suzie was actually Angelica’s only friend, who entertained the thought of Angelica’s creations, for her, She later became a phycologist and teamed up w/ Nickelodeon to make the Rugrats! When Angelica died of drug overdose, she helped arrange her funeral, Angelica’s death was sad, because of her addiction, she was expelled from society, which lead to a break with reality, and her eventual death, she spent the last days of her life in the back of the school cafeteria, imagining friends around her, and playing with the lives of her creations.
She died March 5, 1994, tag your friends if you were throughly mindraped, this is the truth behind your childhood.
 hola papi!! lol (via tipthetibbs)  (Source: y0ungm0ney, via cardiactestimony) How quickly it changed How quickly it changes. One moment Im sad and can’t explain why. Just knowing that I am unhappy. Never have I openly admitted to this but then I questioned, why now? what exactly arent I happy about? One would think this mood would last forever but all it takes is just one phone call. Called my mom she talked to me, supported me, with just her words. Those words didnt seem to be enough so I did the thing I was taught to do in therapy go to the nearest hospital. Now that Im there I feel something different. Oh how quickly it changes. Im ashamed. Ashamed that I am putting my mother through this again. Ashamed that I cannot control the simple feelings that everyone else can. Ashamed that I will never be looked at as “normal”. But there I sat in that cold, lonely, smelling of death hospital room as I waited. And waited. And waited. Tears here and there and then it hit me. Im mad. Just like that it quickly changed. What am I mad at. Im mad, furious, and pissed off at myself. How could I be so stupid to not be able to control myself. How could I have let myself get to this point. Im mad that Ive waited so long to be seen and discharged. Another phone call. And all of a sudden I was calm. In a place where my feelings and the lack of control was the last thing on my mind. A text to say, “I am done can you come get me.” A stroll outside where the wind blew making it colder than what it really was. A short drive to the pharmacy. Gave my information to the pharmacist and she was having some issues. Told me I couldnt get my medicine through my insurance because of some system update bull. And then. Oh how quickly it changed. Im mad, sad, angry, pissed off and anything else you can think of. I tapped. I paced. I told myself to just breath. But when in actuality I wanted to kick, scream, and punch these emotions out. Then I had to make a phone call. And how quickly things changed. Gave it to my mother and left it in her hands. I left still pissed off but left before I would have acted out those emotions in front of my roommate and everyone else. All within a 3 hour time frame. Those damn emotions and how quickly they changed. Venting pt 2 So I thought I was done venting but apparently now this crap is still on my mind and I know it’s going to keep me awake. I left and came back n she insisted on talking to me about it again. As if me telling her how I felt wasn’t enough. Does she really wanna get me to the point where I completely flip out and lose control over what happens. Because I know that wouldn’t be any good for either of us. I wish she would just realize the bridge is burnt. Do not pass go n collect 200 dollars. Like I’m DONE! but instead she wants to talk clearly I don’t want to talk to you. I was being hella rude to her n she didn’t give up. She would talk I’d cut her off, I was talking with food in my mouth, I turned the tv volume up. I did all of this and she still didn’t get it so I dismissed her. Ate my popcorn while she tried to talk to me she paused for one second too long and I hitter with the, so it’s done and proceeded to say bye to her so she could the fuck out my face n quit ruining my tv time. Did I over react, maybe. Did I go too far, not yet. Do I take back the way I feel, ha she wishes. Yeah I’m an asshole bitch or w/e but I react only when I’ve been pushed to my limit and truthfully this limit was way over due Venting Havent posted in a while and today I felt like I needed to cause I needed to vent. Although it has nothing to do with sneakers its a bit more personal than that. I get angry Im a hot head and I tend to be very stubborn. And I can admit all of that today my roommate witnessed first hand on a minor situation how I can get but I didnt fully lash out on her like I wanted because I wanted to spare the poor girls feelings. Where do I begin. Hmm well 1 I don’t have any respect for the girl. I was living cordially with her because I knew it was best. And when I was told that she was moving out May 31st I couldnt have been more happier. I was thinking, “yes I get my own room and she’ll be gone no more weird shit.” Then today just a few minutes ago she comes to me while Im in the middle of Love Games (on oxygen) saying, “what if i didnt move out until July 1st?” UMM hold up pump your fucking breaks. That doesnt work for me on a number of reasons and reason number 1 being that I just found potential roommates that would be willing and able to move in June 1st or 2nd. And now you want me AND them to change this around to accomodate you so YOU can explore SF before you go to Boston. Like bitch really? Really? You have lived in SF for 4 fucking years and now all of a sudden you want to explore. Nah bruh! Not gon fly. I dont need no hypothetical scenarios from you. Just because you see Im mad you gon say its just a possibility and that you didnt think it was that big of a deal. UHHH YEAH IT IS! Im a planner I dont do things on a limb and you gon come with this bullshit and try to change things. NO MA’AM. Some may think or say Im over reacting but I dont think that at all. Im just tired of dealing with her. Had I known half the shit I know now about her I would have never moved in here. I dont complain to her about the shit she does I just ignore it but now Im at that point where I just cant anymore. I told her if she stays until July she should expect there to be no conversation between the two of us and expect me to act as if she doesnt exist. I would not be fake towards her and act like everything is okay because I am not that person. If I dont like you I tell you and today was her day for me to voice how I felt about her. After majority of this went down I went outside to get some fresh air so I wouldnt do anything I may regret later. Called my home girl quinni (hey girl!) and vented a little. Thinking that I would be okay to go in the house. But no I had to just tell her exactly how I was feeling and how her doing that would screw shit up but at the same time i told her also if you stay until July 1st I want my money for the internet bill (that ive yet to receive), she needs to repaint the accent wall to its original color because I am not going to do it, and the kitchen needs to have all that fucking duct tape removed and spotless. I voice what I feel is super needed. And I didnt think it would be fair if I just started being a bitch, asshole, etc. towards her and she not know what exactly triggered it. So yeah I told her. Is she crying right now. Dont know and really dont fucking care. Its life. So in the end. After I said what I had to say I come in my room getting ready to have a drink (cause lord knows I need one) and I hear a knock. Shes at my door and she says. “So Im moving out May 31st still, does this make us good?” Every part of me wanted to laugh in the girls face but I didnt. I simply said yeah everythings good but just know it can switch in less than a heart beat. So here I am typing this vent session and I feel so much better but at the same time that could be the vodka. ehh. Just letting it all out one word at a time. Jordan sneakerheads sound off I was asked to do an interview with a journalism student who was writing a paper about Jordan SneakerHeads. I couldn’t wait to help her with her assignment. We did everything through FB but it felt good to get some of the things Ive been wanting to say off my chest about being a “SneakerHead”. She ended up turning in her rough draft and the professor loved it so much said she didnt have to fix anything on it. I asked her if I could post it because well Im a loser lol. But here is her paper hope you all enjoy…
Jordan sneakerheads sound off
By Lovelie Faustino
 The sound of a distant, constant beep pounds in Angelica Lapid’s ears as she awakens from her short slumber. She runs her hands over her eyelids and takes a moment to let her eyes adjust to the dark room. She ultimately pulls herself out of her warm bed and tiredly makes her way to her closet to start the day. In a matter of minutes she emerges from the closet doors. She takes a few minutes to examine herself in the mirror. First she pulls up the silver zipper of her black hoodie until it glides into place. Grabbing onto one of her many ball caps she places it atop her head. Her eyes scan the room until it lands on the various sets of Nike Air Jordan sneakers. She settles on a dark-shaded pair of clean sneakers and surveys them once more before she leaves the apartment complex.
 She quickly makes way to her car and leaves in a swift moment. The blast of music blares in her ears as she taps her fingers against the steering wheel in a drumming motion. Finally she relaxes as she comfortably drives down the almost empty lane. She drives along listening to her music and the voice of the GPS intertwined until she reaches her chosen area.
She circles the parking lot closest to her destination but to no avail does she find a spot. A few streets down she finally discovers a free parking space. She hastily makes her way to the longest line she has ever witnessed. The start of the line is swallowed into a hole of the unknown while the end of the line swirls around the sneaker building. Angelica glances at the cell phone in her hand and sees the time of 1 a.m. Her eyes travel across the row of people in front of her. People ranging from the tender teen years to the mature twenties lounging in lawn chairs, others sitting on sweaters sprawled on the sidewalks of San Francisco. She reminds herself of the reason behind this madness—the new limited edition Nike Air Jordan.
Angelica Lapid, 19, is only one person out of thousands who stood in line to be one of the first customers to purchase a pair of coveted Air Jordan Cool Greys on Dec. 23, 2010 in San Francisco. The Nike Jordan brand has been around since its first release in 1985 when Michael Jordan stepped onto the court with the first pair of Air Jordan. Since then the brand of sneaker has remained a popular choice of shoe for young people today.
Young people nowadays spend hundreds of dollars ordering shoes online, in stores and from other collectors just to own the newest pair of the Nike Air Jordan brand.
Jerel Natividad, 23, recalls his unforgettable sneaker venture memories. “I waited in lines countless times and back in 2005 when the Tiffany’s (Jordan Dunks) came out, I waited six hours a day, 6 a.m.-12 p.m., for three days in a row at Burbank, Active Ride Shop and I didn’t get a pair,” says Natividad.
 These shoe enthusiasts also known by their nickname “Jordan sneakerheads” are notorious for their extravagant obsession with the Jordan shoe brand that some people find them completely ridiculous. “Sneakerheads go overboard and get all obsessive with their shoes. They spend too much time bidding and buying on materialistic items that are just a trend in our society today,” says Kathaleen Cervantes, 19, a sophomore at San Francisco State.
But there are Jordan sneakerheads like Sydney Thompson, 21,who do not like to classify themselves by that particular title. “Am I a sneakerhead? I say no but the people that know me beg to differ. I love shoes, I do, but they do not run every aspect of my life. But because that is all people know of me they give me the label sneakerhead” says Thompson.
Others including Lapid embrace the sneakerhead nickname to its fullest extent.
Some of Angelica Lapid’s Jordan collection.
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 “I am a sneakerhead, not only do I collect; I know when the shoes come out. I am close with the local sneaker workers so I’m always up to date. I have the membership cards; I trade with various other collectors. I just love the Jordan sneaker brand,” says Lapid.
However, fans of Michael Jordan do not believe that Jordan sneakerheads really understand the importance of how the Jordan shoe brand came to be a household sneaker name.
“Nowadays people don’t know the history behind the Jordan sneaker brand and why people choose to wear them over other types of shoes. There’s a true history behind each design and Michael Jordan was fined every time he wore them on court. I doubt sneakerheads know that,” says Louis Davis, 20, a self-proclaimed fan of Michael Jordan.
But the baby born Jordan sneakerheads have a sentimental connection to the Jordan shoe. “My influence was my mom in the beginning because she was a big Michael Jordan fan so I’ve been in his shoes since I was out of the womb. When I turned 12 I found out my dad was a collector and when I got my first job at 15 I knew I wanted to follow in his footsteps,” says Thompson.
Niketown employee Gino Vital, 28, says he notices the difference between older generations and the present day generation’s obsession with the Jordan shoe trend.
“Back then it was the only fashion option we had to choose from. Today the kids have plenty more options and the younger kids like to act a lot more mature nowadays and want to be up on the latest style. They want to wear what is up to date with society and that’s Jordan sneakers.”
Jason Bongcaron, 19, another employee at Niketown contains strong beliefs as to why the Jordan brand has stayed so popular for decades. “Michael Jordan truly is a unique, iconic and legendary person as well as an overall amazing basketball player. The Jordan brand goes along with the times and continues to re-release shoes that catch the attention of generation after generation. They’re always the ‘it’ thing and people just want to have it,” says Bongcaron.
But it is the sneakerheads who have been a part of the shoe game since birth that will always hold a stronger connection to the shoe that separate them from the people who buy it in order to have the ‘it’ thing.
“I’m convinced I will always love sneakers because they have been a part of my life for so long. But buying them I am unsure of because I’ve seen the transition of Jordans from the 90s until now and the quality for the most part is lacking and continuously getting worse. But if I don’t buy for me I’m sure in the future my child will have sneakers mainly because I have been buying random kid shoes for the last two years,” says Thompson.
The Jordan brand has affected the ‘true sneakerhead’ and no matter how the shoe changes, transitions and develops the true sneakerhead is ready to pass it onto their future generations. Lapid says it effectively, the real sneakerhead will “love and appreciate the Jordans no matter the changes.”
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