VoniIsntPerfect.com

Look, I told you people I am not PERFECT and apparently neither is blogspot.  Voni has left the building. But dont fret! I'm taking you VIP's along with me. 

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Papa Smurf, Smurfette oh and Let's Not Forget NIGGAH Smurf...

What do you get when you are bitten by a black fly in the land of the Smurfs?
Niggah SMURF!!!  No, seriously.

The Smurfs was my all-time favorite cartoon as a young girl.  Growing up there were 3 televisions in the entire house and of course I was stuck sharing with my older sister, commonly known back then as "Mean Ole Troll."   Every saturday morning I'd watch the Smurfs faithfully while my sis huffed & puffed patiently waiting for her turn to switch the tube to a program I had no desire to see but was forced to watch anyways.

In my mind, I was Smurfette.  Don't judge me.

I Lost the Only Girl in the World that Know Me Best

i tend to offer my readers words of advice and/or encouragement based of off my experiences that may seem to have a not so happy ending.  But i implore you to look at the page as half full not empty.   Life is hard. Love is hard. God is Hard.. Do you see where i am going with this?  With out adversity there is no Happily Ever After....

May 18th 2011. I never questioned God.  I looked up into the ceiling of the hospital and I couldn't fix my lips to ask God Why Me??

Luv'n You is like a Battle.. We Both End Up with Scars..

"give me back the Daytons I put on.... 

The tinted windows I paid for.....

The money I put into the engine
and the brakes!" - Baby Boy

Love is a crazy thing. Especially when you know it's over.  What is the right way to tell someone you've been loving that the end is here.  Essentially you don't want to sound cliche by saying " Let's be friends" even though that sentiment might very well be the most geniune. Think about it.   Wouldn't you rather be slapped in the face than your honey tell you they're ready to drive you curbside to the "Friend Zone."  But what if the shoe were on the other foot? What if you were the one who had to break it off?  I've been on both sides of the fence and neither one is easier than the other.  Some things just have to be done.

Love is a crazy thing.  I always like to reference my relationship box.  As explained in previous posts, it is an imaginary box that is filled with real-life B/S that I've chosen to forgive for the sake of the relationship.  Eventually this box gets filled to the top. Some choose to disregard the maximum capacity limitations you've orginally set upon the box and hit reset.  I don't suggest you do that too often or there is no point to the box at all however; I am not here to judge.  If there were a way for you to see what's actually in this box I'd probably be embarassed.  Good thing Voni.Isnt.Perfect is a JUDGE FREE-Zone

Offended Much?

It is certainly very difficult to write about my relationships or any details of my life without first thinking  "Will so & so be offended?"  Or more importantly should I even care in the first place.   For the most part I mean no harm. As you should have already gotten Voni.Isnt.Perfect nor do I claim to be.  My blog is an avenue to display my thoughts for the sheer entertaintment of those who can respect it as such.  Now with that out of the way.... I need to get some things off my chest.

Feature Fridays: : CHYNA of Dollhouse Cosmetics

As of late, I've developed a slight addiction. Makeup. Now, I know this new found addiction is getting out of hand because I find myself skipping out on lunch just so I can spend quality time with my self-elected makeup artist at the MAC counter.  ((Her name I will NOT reveal. I DO NOT LIKE TO SHARE!!))

Around the time of my birthday I discovered that you can get your whole face painted if you talk a hot cup to one of the employees at the counter.

Excuse me miss... Can you teach me out to enhance the arch in my eyebrows??
Oh and while your up there, is it possible for you to apply these fab eyelashes?
It is my birthday today and I wanna look Hot. 

FASHION-ME-STA

Fashionista: self-proclaimed. Credible terminology if not abused: see Bling,  Pretentious. Imaginary. N/A

Fellow blogger over at Life & Times of a Stylista and I banter back and forth just a little about the over-usage of the word fashionista. Everyone is a fashionista. My Great-Aunt Pernease faithfully watches BET and guess what.. she too claims to be a fashionista.  While I encourage freedom of expression whether it is via an editorial piece, through a mere opinion, or by the style of clothing you wear; I just dont think sporting the Black Labels defines one as such.  As a matter of fact, I hear red-bottoms are extremely painful. I know for a fact True Religions jeans are not made for petite women with fat butts, and while I do have an LV bag I'd rather have the ability to eat at night before I go broke buying another just to keep up with the Kardashians!!! If your spending habits exceeds your need to EAT, the life of a FASHIONISTA just doesnt add up.