The Next Level

The Next Level
2nd annual fashion show in honor of African American history month

Friday, February 29, 2008

6:00pm - 9:00pm
California State University, Dominguez Hills: Loker Student Union Ballroom
1000 East Victoria Street

Hot Designers!

50 Models!

One Runway

One Night!

FREE ADMISSION!!!

(I will be showing a "mini-retrospective" of my pieces).

Delores

I understand that Kernel Sanders is dead but you need to get over it and move on with your life, you fat fucking bitch.


Here, have a chicken or two or three, you slob.

love,

me

love me love me love me love me

This is possible the most mesmerizing thing I've seen in awhile. Love the dancers, so stylized.

The One (Live on The Kylie Show)

Employment Agencies

Nothing more than a bunch of fat fucks whose only talent is to exploit others for their own financial benefit. They'll never amount to anything more.


But boy, does IHOP have some bomb ass pancakes!

I feel poopy

Everyone pray that i get better, please.

My head and body hurt, wah.

Who The Hell's Reading My Blog?

Is it YOU?





















(I hope not).

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!

I Love Getting Paid To Sit On My Ass

Really, I do. It's fun.

Jelly Jelly

Sometimes you feel like a nut, sometimes you feel like a fluffy mashmallow pillow sleepy time bodysuit.

¤SHIMMER SHIMMER¤
Whoooohooooo

Can't Get This Outta My Head

Taken from her new album "X", this is Kylie's video for "In My Arms". Love the synth line and melody: You can't help but forget about your problems and transport yourself to a euphoric world of light and love!



Goodnight.

I fucking hate the smiths

Seriously dude, I really do. Morrissey is the whiniest little bitch ever and needs to get the fuck over himself. I thought he was dead anyway.

So I went to an audition for a modeling agency. Let's see how that goes.

*rufff*

A Children's Novel [(Chapter I) as told by leslie]

Eight.

No, look how it's drawn.

(Okay)

Marc came over and got strangled by me.
The big, fat, men kept looking at us.

We come back. We see nipples. We leave. And we hear owls.


But they weren't owls, they were music.


We went pee pee.

And we escaped the scary lady but we were ninja turtles.


Everything happed in 2 seconds.




But it didn't.


Left, right, left. Up

and down..


Okay, remember please.

What else?
It's a question, not a statement.




Baby Baluga. We're horny bastards, that's why we are related.




Our Novel Was A Good Novel.

Question

Why do schools look like prisons? Interesting...
















Is this a school or a prison? You decide....or don't decide. I don't know dude, it's up to you.

Classical Music at Mcdonald's

It actually makes it seem classier.