as we go on
all the times
we've had together
and as our lives change
we will still be
i've moved. it was time for a change. still the same old me.
please visit me at jennymichelle.
love love love,
Posted by jenny michelle at Sunday, May 22, 2011
Step to the beat of my heart.
I don’t need a whole lot
But for you I need I
I’d rather give you the world
Or we can share mine!
I just need somebody to love
I don’t need to much
Just need Somebody to love.
I don’t need nothing else,
I promise girl I swear.
I just need somebody to love.
at what point is it ok to stop going to every wedding my family is invited to. it's not like i know everyone. i literally go for the food. this time around, i go a GOWN. hah. i guess it's my homage to prom circa 2008 at santa anita race track. everyone said i looked like i was getting married. thank god i saved the dress in case one day i lose 10 pounds and get engaged.
ahhh yess prom 2008. 3 years ago!!! WOAH.
saturday's dress! ta-ta-tadashi.
Posted by jenny michelle at Wednesday, May 18, 2011
It's gotta be the crunkest
It's gotta be the loudest
It's gotta be the best, the best love song she ever heard in her life
I gotta tell her how I feel
I gotta let her hear, the best love song she ever heard in her life
No need for me to write it, I just gotta picture her smiling,
And if you feel that way, go ahead and kiss your baby
Now we've got the whole stadium in love like that
lately kinda obsessing over this song. it's clearly written to be played in large stadiums where those cheesy kissing cams come on. regardless, it lulls me to sleep at night.
so i moved into my apartment the end of april before my trip to buffalo/canada and i'm still working on unpacking. currently searching desperately for my armani jacket that i wear ALL THE TIME cept not really anymore because it's missing in action. highly uncool.
so i'm slowly converting to veganism and i think my body is making up for it by craving leather goods. i really want a black leather jacket. probably will end up getting one from all saints. and i want black leather jack purcell converses. sorry peta. pvc just chafes. that's all.
my desk at work. i KNOW WHERE EVERYTHING IS.
i want to buy the cropped top. and i will. duh.
gotta love layering and layering wraps and wraps
Posted by jenny michelle at Monday, May 16, 2011
Got my middle finger up
I don't really give a fuck
Rocking these diamonds
I'm rocking this chain
Make sure you get a picture
I'm rocking my fame
To be what you is
You gotta be what you are
The only thing I'm missing
Is a black guitar
maybe it's said so often because it's actually true. quality friends are lightyears better than quantity friends. it's taken me a little while to reevaluate who true friends really are. let me tell you, these bitches are truly some of the best.
regardless of how stupid the decisions i make are, they will accept me anyways; not without severe taunting and humiliation though. they met me when i first moved to the city of los angeles and i was meek (i know. shocking.) and terrified that i'd never succeed. today, i'm infinitely more assertive and i can't say that they didn't have anything to do with it. i guess a few good things did come from armani exchange...
photos taken at the belmont for V's bday. she turned 21 for the 5th time.
it was a special night because princess zafar, no relation to bin laden, found out that a shirley temple is actually non-alcholic. all night he watched me down two shirley temples thinking i was handling my liquor. LOL.
waleed and i are major foodies. nomnomnom.
Posted by jenny michelle at Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Who says you’re not perfect
Who says you’re not worth it
Who says you’re the only one that’s hurting
That’s the price of beauty
Who says you’re not pretty
Who says you’re not beautiful
i've lost count of how many times i've replayed this song in the past 2 days. i'm not sure why but i'm really obsessed with this song. and i also wish i had hair like hers. and her stick thin figure. ironic no? all this embracing your beauty resonating throughout the song and all i can do is sit here thinking about how much i want to look like other people. yup.
Posted by jenny michelle at Monday, May 09, 2011