Monday, January 29, 2007

A Peace of Me

Dear Diary,

When I was in my early 20's, this is what I wanted:

1. Big chips.

2. A nice whip.

3. Nice boots with jeans that just fit.

4. Perfection.

5. Clothes that stick to my hips.

6. A walk that's vicious and delicious.

7. To be a millionaire's wife.

8. Not his mistress.

9. A look that said "Come get this."

Now, in my early 30's, this is what I want:


How Have You Changed?

Thanks to my man Ne-Yo for some random inspiration for this post.

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Monday, January 22, 2007

In Praise of Difficult Women

Dear Diary,

In high school I had a boyfriend that all the girls wanted.

I mean, he was the cutest half Mexican, half Scottish boy in the school. He was a football player. He was popular. And he was FINE.

We met, liked each other, and were instantly boyfriend and girlfriend.

I was so proud of my newfound relationship, that I wrote on the girl's bathroom wall, near the paper towel dispenser:

Salvador + Jaimie=Forever

A few days later my friend and I were in the bathroom, washing our hands. We walked to dry our hands and saw what I wrote, with my name crossed out, and over my name was scribbled...


Yes, I can be a bitch at times, especially when I'm hungry or sleepy. Or when I have a headache and you're getting on my last nerve.

But just because I was dating the hottest boy in school did not make me a Bitch. And, we must remember, high school girls' experience with bitches is limited to their past 14-18 years,and not a lifetime of knowing women.

But every woman has a little Bitch in them.


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Thursday, January 11, 2007

Roll Call

Dear Diary,

These are the names that I have been called:








Baby Girl.

Baby J.

Hi-May (Jaime).


Ms. DSL.



Mami (with a Spanish accent).





What Do People Like to Call You?

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Thursday, January 04, 2007

Lip Service

When I was in high school my best friend and I used to eat lunch on "The Quad" with everyone else.

One day, a boy sat in the quad and watched me for a while, and then called my best friend over to him. He was a friend of hers, and someone I didn't know.

She talked to him for a while, started giggling, then began walking back to me. She had "the look" on her face, the look that us girls give our friends when something hilarious just happened, but we don't want to make it obvious, but we can't wait until we tell the next person.

She pulled me to the side, trying her hardest not to laugh within eye shot of the boy. "What? What is it? What's so funny?" I asked. "I want to laugh too!"

She tried to keep a straight face then blurted out, "He said you have dick-sucking lips!"

"That's funny?" I asked, confused.

"Well, yeah," she said. "I mean, who compliments someone by telling them they have lips good enough for oral sex?"

I didn't see the humor of it until later that day. From then on, our inside names for each other were "Ms. Dick Sucker" and "Ms..."...well, I'll keep her's a secret...

What Part of Your Face or Body Do People Like To Talk About?

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