I have a confession to make...

My name is Ayesha.

Hiiiiiiiii, Ayesha.

My name is Ayesha and I am a shoe-holic :'(.

A friend that I love dearly has patiently explained to me that people who blog are to blog on a regular basis, blog about their lives, their days, their general outlook on things...

So, I've decided to take heed to these words and share more often. I hope you guys don't mind :).

I must find my way through this insanely difficult next few semesters of school, otherwise there is no way to afford such luxuries. I MUST have these shoes. I simply MUST!

Hmmmm, massage therapy looks to be the best way to support this habit. Either that or the Boston Pole Fitness classes to support the whole stripper thing...?

(Therese that's just for you, Love!)



For all intents and purposes, fortunate or un-, this is my Life ;-)~.

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Lola is seriously on her last legs...

All you can do is smile.

So, the truck was doing some serious chugalugging noises on Monday and after a weekend of a migraine I'm like, "Hello...Lola...is everything ok...?"  Well of course, because she is a car and not the actual person that I act like she is, I just parked and came on into the house.  If I ignore it, maybe it will just go away...

Not.

So, I decide it's time to face the music and figure out what might be going on. Time to get gas and go on to the mechanics. Fine. 

Thinking.  Thinking.  What could be wrong this time? How much is it going to cost? Is the mechanic sabotaging Lola, purposely?  Was that Criminal Procedure Exam referring to the Fourth Amendment right to be free of unreasonable searches and seizures or the Fifth AMendment right to not incriminate oneself?

...

Pump. Pump. Pump. Blank. Pump. Pump. Pump. Blank. Tap. Tap. Is this thing on! Hello, machine...?  Please work. Helllllo?  Pump. Pump. Pump. Blank. Again? Remove Nozzle.  Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaa the...? 

Well growing up as resourceful as I did, upon viewing the above disconnected gas tank, gas line, rusted pipe, pole thing-y (you get my point)...I did not freak out. How could I, I was at the gas station and needed to get back home. So I did what any resourceful woman in my position would do.  I stomped my foot on the ground, cursed myself for trying to go to Law School instead of working in someone's office. Yet. Again.

And then I took a deep breath and fed the tube back into the rusted worn away cylinder from whence it detached, pumped gas into the car and drove the mile home.

I need a car.  The Smart Car for $120 a month is affordable. Decisions. Decisions.

Go back to work?

Go back to school?


For all intents and purposes, fortunate or un-, this is my Life ;-)~.

I. Need. These. In. My. Life!

Why must I be forced to endure such horrendous pain 😰?

1. I have no where to go...(Maybe that Hookah Bar...?)

2. I have nothing to match...(Who am I kidding...?)

3. I do not have $120.00 for a pair of shoes in Bakers. Bakers no less!

And even if I did, I wouldn't pay that kind of money for shoes in Bakers...or maybe that's just my defense mechanism because I want them so baaaaaaaad!

1. ABC's Scandal is THE. BEST. SHOW. EVER. 2. Olivia Pope's strength makes me want to practice Law. 3. Shonda Rhimes is a genius. GENIUS.

I am Icarus and I am the Sun Olivia Pope All. In. One. I am Anastasia Steele And I am Christian Grey Tortured and wounded soul. One minute. What more? No more. No. More. Again. Amazingly. I love my Life ;-). For all intents and purposes, fortunate or un-, this is my Life. ;-)~

Fifty shades of messed up...

That is me. However, that is also in this book, Fifty Shades of Grey. If you are averse to tasteful and not so tasteful erotica, this book may not be for you...

I am pleasantly surprised. What amazes me the most is not so much the choice of fetish but the ultimate control of said fetishism.

Interesting. Very interesting. As she fell asleep he called her a gorgeous girl, not everyone's been given that sort of compliment.

Comparable, indeed.

William Ernest Moore - My Grandfather

This evening at 6:05pm my mother's father finally received his wish. For the last week he'd been telling mom that he was tired, so tired and that he just wanted to be with Jesus...

Grandad almost made it to 84 years in Baaawston...he preferred Chicago ;). His birthday is in June.

We weren't as close, my grandad and I, as he and my mom. My heart breaks deeply for her; she visited with him just about every single day. She couldn't stay in his room 'til the end but she was there 'til the end and he even tried to say he loved her in his very last breath.

Hug your fathers, forgive their overbearing errant ways. You only get two, the one that gave you life and the one that gives us all life...

The latter is everlasting...the former has a numbered amount of days. Make them count.

For all intents and purposes, fortunate or un-, this is my Life.