Linky to my new bloggy you nasty motherfuckers!
http://icanhazjezburger.blogspot.com/
Monday, March 30, 2009
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Guess Who?
Wow. Nearly 4 months has passed since I killed this blogg!
I have returned. New blog, please stay tuned.
http://jezabellbarbosareturns.blogspot.com/
I have returned. New blog, please stay tuned.
http://jezabellbarbosareturns.blogspot.com/
Friday, November 30, 2007
My Last Post
Thanks to all who have supported me!
I have enjoyed sharing my SL and RL life with you over the past 6 months!
However, I am starting a new chapter in both my SL and RL, and need to close the book on this experience. It was a great ride and I enjoyed driving your imagination!
See you next lifetime!
I remain, sincerely yours,
Jezabell Barbosa, Ph.D
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Oh god, I am in deep!
I wanted to write a special "Thank You" to all you lovely people who have sent your IMs of support to me. Some of you realize how magnetic the draw to the "dark side" of SL is and know how difficult it is to give up that life. Although I have kept myself occupied with other things, I do miss the people I worked with and the atmosphere we were in. Going "Cold Turkey" (and dry if you don't use a browning bag) is difficult at times, especially if your former co-workers (and side line sex interests) send you sticky laxtex dresses and shinny studded dildos (btw, thanks Pan).
However, I have abstained from the fast life and just yesterday put on my gold SL ball gown! Weird, eh. Anywho.
More later on the interesting turn of events with my mother's visit.
For my Baby--"You're like the drug, you relieve my pain"
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Peace of Mind in response to "Did I find Jesus?"
No this is not Episode I: Return of the Slant eye, another day for that shit.
In response to a question posed: "Did I find Jesus?" and a hurtful statement
via IM stating that I am making up quitting escorting to drum up
my business and the re-opening of CJI.
No, I did not find Jesus, I found peace of mind.
No, I would never lie about quitting and I don't do marketing.
I have found someone very special to me and I make this known publicly.
So Ken, if you read this, thank you for giving me peace of mind (btw, she really goes off tangent in this video, so I'd stop watching mid song)
Monday, November 19, 2007
Spinsterism, is that even a word? (New Music)
Good grief, you'd think I owned 7 cats, lived in an old run down brownstone, and could not get a date, if you would have heard my parents complaining about my perpetual spinsterism. I find myself very desirable, in fact, dayum desirable. It is others who I do not find desirable enough to allow entrapment.
This was a family meeting called by my mother, who now, in her retirement, watches too much lifetime and discovery channel television and thinks everything can be solved by an intervention. Supposedly, this intervention was for my brother and his ever failing "self employment" as your local every day, Honda Civic driving, drug dealer. Upon having a heart to heart with my fuck-up bro, I discovered that he was not, in fact, a dope pusher, he is just an avid user, kinda like his Big sister. Oh lord, who can blame him. However, one need not get caught, when one partakes in "party" drugs. I told you he wasn't smart. He hired his own attorney (he does work) and he will plea guilty to possession but not with intent to distribute. End of story. I FLEW OUT FOR WHAT?????!!!!
So table's turned on me and my white man. Oh the parent's, they love the white man. Its all a ploy really, by the white man and his attempt to assimilate every last one of us. But little do they know, once you go Asian, Bok Choy becomes your vegetable of choice, and rice replaces bread! Just thought I would throw that in there.
Ok Class.
Ok End Class.
Begin Lunch.
Ah was a nice flight out to ONT (Ontario International Airport), me and Nick chatted about us, and me (fav subject), and Christmas and GIFTS. We had a roaring good time, I wasn't displeased at all that he made me wait for him at work, cause he drives slower than my grandma (who can't even drive). I gave Nick fair warning that my family is funky. Here is the skinny of my family:
The cast:
Me- Perfect in every way.
Bro- Drives too fast, has tattoos of Chinese characters on his body (we are not Chinese), dragon tattooed on his neck, likes to fight, 25, an idiot, barely finished HS, and never even considered college.
Sissy- bitch, lazy ass good for nothing, in continuation school, drives to fast (why does she have a car), and is ghetto unfabulous.
Mom- watches too much TV, little munchkin lady, hovers like a helicopter, likes to shop and will try to haggle at Macy's, and although she has 2 very fucked up children, she would rather inspect my personal life with a microscope.
Step dad (AKA pops) raised me like I was his own, loves the 49ers and hates the cowboys, thinks there is way too much bullshit in our family and is our bullshit eradicator (see reference http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eradicator ) .
and the cast continues with a slew of stand-ins and characters not deserving mention, like my Auntie, who I did not see again, she is gonna have my ass.
Scene:
(I am really reaching down to my HS Drama days, this feels like old town)
I shall set the scene and then head off to traffic and then to home to hear moms bitch about something, I am sure there are plenty somethings she will bitch about. OMG, My weed.
Anywho..
Scene again:
Friday Evening at baggage claim
Enter Family
Sissy raises a brow, mother has a disconcerted look about her, brother could care less he is trolling for chicks, step father (the only sane one in the bunch), tells white man to come help him located our bags. Hugs happen, brother gives a "what up" head up nod, and sissy whispers in my ear, "Oh my god, he is fucking cute". Note to self, watch slut ass sister this weekend.
Mom says, "ok got bags!'
"Bee (think of it as a pet name), we eat now"
However I am not hungry, and Nick is nervous.
Next Post Episode I- return of the slant eye
This was a family meeting called by my mother, who now, in her retirement, watches too much lifetime and discovery channel television and thinks everything can be solved by an intervention. Supposedly, this intervention was for my brother and his ever failing "self employment" as your local every day, Honda Civic driving, drug dealer. Upon having a heart to heart with my fuck-up bro, I discovered that he was not, in fact, a dope pusher, he is just an avid user, kinda like his Big sister. Oh lord, who can blame him. However, one need not get caught, when one partakes in "party" drugs. I told you he wasn't smart. He hired his own attorney (he does work) and he will plea guilty to possession but not with intent to distribute. End of story. I FLEW OUT FOR WHAT?????!!!!
So table's turned on me and my white man. Oh the parent's, they love the white man. Its all a ploy really, by the white man and his attempt to assimilate every last one of us. But little do they know, once you go Asian, Bok Choy becomes your vegetable of choice, and rice replaces bread! Just thought I would throw that in there.
Ok Class.
Ok End Class.
Begin Lunch.
Ah was a nice flight out to ONT (Ontario International Airport), me and Nick chatted about us, and me (fav subject), and Christmas and GIFTS. We had a roaring good time, I wasn't displeased at all that he made me wait for him at work, cause he drives slower than my grandma (who can't even drive). I gave Nick fair warning that my family is funky. Here is the skinny of my family:
The cast:
Me- Perfect in every way.
Bro- Drives too fast, has tattoos of Chinese characters on his body (we are not Chinese), dragon tattooed on his neck, likes to fight, 25, an idiot, barely finished HS, and never even considered college.
Sissy- bitch, lazy ass good for nothing, in continuation school, drives to fast (why does she have a car), and is ghetto unfabulous.
Mom- watches too much TV, little munchkin lady, hovers like a helicopter, likes to shop and will try to haggle at Macy's, and although she has 2 very fucked up children, she would rather inspect my personal life with a microscope.
Step dad (AKA pops) raised me like I was his own, loves the 49ers and hates the cowboys, thinks there is way too much bullshit in our family and is our bullshit eradicator (see reference http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eradicator ) .
and the cast continues with a slew of stand-ins and characters not deserving mention, like my Auntie, who I did not see again, she is gonna have my ass.
Scene:
(I am really reaching down to my HS Drama days, this feels like old town)
I shall set the scene and then head off to traffic and then to home to hear moms bitch about something, I am sure there are plenty somethings she will bitch about. OMG, My weed.
Anywho..
Scene again:
Friday Evening at baggage claim
Enter Family
Sissy raises a brow, mother has a disconcerted look about her, brother could care less he is trolling for chicks, step father (the only sane one in the bunch), tells white man to come help him located our bags. Hugs happen, brother gives a "what up" head up nod, and sissy whispers in my ear, "Oh my god, he is fucking cute". Note to self, watch slut ass sister this weekend.
Mom says, "ok got bags!'
"Bee (think of it as a pet name), we eat now"
However I am not hungry, and Nick is nervous.
Next Post Episode I- return of the slant eye
Friday, November 16, 2007
a little something, something for the ladies
Feeling a bit nostalgic and found this CD in my room at Mom's house. It counjoured up some images, I thought that I would share. Can I get a "what, what". Oh Mov Val is so Ghetto now, but delisiously Ghetto, if you know what I mean. Next post from the comfort of Home, and have lots to tell about the fam and other things.... Be skerred, be Very Skerrred.
Oh God dayum! Oh God dayum!
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