If we are lucky she will shut down her blue blog.
She was just as nasty about Gray Charles. Watch out for this crazy woman when she can’t get the attention she wants.
This person is seriously ill, mentally. Read her blogs and past posted messages. They tell all. What does it say about someone supporting these types of blogs?
Here are the words she used on her blue blog.
Why hand anything to that blogger (DAH/DUH’s)? Let us know how you feel about this type of support.
ETA: 01-12-09 The lunatic visted my blog today for a little over four minutes. Here is the latest comment by the lunatic. Trying to cover up her crap posts. Which are screen shots from her blog. No fakes straight from the lunatic’s blogs. I wonder if she will say she didn’t write this comment when littering another person’s blog. Truely insane much.
Her comment begs the question. What was she doing to receive that hate mail? See why right here. It contains a screen shot from her blog. I wonder if she will claim she didn’t write it. What a screwed up mind.
Looks like both crisscrosschroll and I really ticked off DaughtryAreHot (DAH). Sad case DAH is. Spends her time 24/7/365 on the Web attacking anyone who does not care for Chris Daughtry. From Forum to Forum, Website to Website. Sad but true her poor pathetic life. She seems to seek out Taylor Hicks fan Websites and forums.
Here is her latest response to crisscrosschroll and myself. You are welcome to post a comment here.
Constantly littering others blogs. Because no one visits her blog. Why? Because she does nothing but spew venom, hate and crap all over it.
More on Splnny here.
ETA 8-30-08 Sunny/SunnyLovesSoul/Spinshack/lunatic is making the rounds again ranting and littering peoples blogs with her trash. Then wonders why people don’t like her. She left me this message “Wait, you did not post my entire post including links to my sites. Man, you just don’t play fair.” She has a lot of balls. Why in world would I post links to her site? She is a true lunatic.
ETA 9-7-08 Here is something else Sunny/SunnyLovesSoul/Spinshack/lunatic has commented on her own looney blog back in Dec 1, 2007. She basically admits exactly what I have said about her and her blog all along. This was the lunatic’s response to being called out for the title of one of her blogs. “MFOYA Hits a Homerun”.
“I have a fan blogspot nobody gave a flying fuck about much until recently. I wrote articles and blogged like a FOOL through out the Idol run; I wrote articles and nobody gave a Flying fuck about who I was until recently.
So fuck all of you.”
Here is a shot of the blog. See for yourself her true colors. It reads as if she didn’t take her meds that day.
Going back to look at Sunny/SunnyLovesSoul/Spinshack/lunatic writings and personality changes in her writings. (Currently she is being nice. Unless this change is pointed out.) I have started to see a pattern that is normally associated with Bordeline Personality Disorder. I don’t expect her current niceness to
remain long as I see the changes in her postings on several Web sites in the past. Think back on what you have read of posted messages such as the one above. People like Sunny/SunnyLovesSoul/Spinshack/lunatic with this problem are usually very good with words. Read the checklist.
Looks like Sunny/SunnyLovesSoul/Spinshack/lunatic still has link to the MFOYA Orphan site on her spin crap blog. Nothing has changed she still supports MFOYA (the snake). In addition she also has a link to the hater DAH as well. This says a lot about Sunny/SunnyLovesSoul/Spinshack/lunatic.
This is password protected. But here it is.
Make all the comments you would like. In addition here is the chat room where you can join others and discuss the hate site blog. Password free. Don’t forget to read the other password protected posting from the hate blog. Some thoughts on Perving. It comes with comments as well.
VEGAS LIFE: THE GOOD, THE BAD AND THE UGLY
To gleefully get off of Taylor for a bit, I had a situation at work last night that prompts this blog.
Vegas is home to many entertainers, entrepreneurs, real estate moguls, regular folk and alas, hookers, high-priced call girls/escorts and strippers. Now working in high-priced lingerie and accessories, I come across many celebs, tourists, locals and ladies of the night. They all come into my store and being very personable, I tend to get to know my customers. Last night was no different except that last night changed my view completely.
To preface, I have many clients. I clientele my customers and e-mail them, phone them etc. They are aware of new merchandise and kept updated on their favorite designers. They order from me from all over the world. We are an exclusive boutique and very well known. So it comes to pass that I would have a wide array of clients from all walks of life. I have several strippers who are locals and a few hmmm, for lack of a nicer phrase, hookers. Last night however was different. The glitz and glamour of Las Vegas is not lost on many. Tourists are in awe of our fair city and its neon lights. They love the entertainment, restaurants, shows, shopping. Vegas is truly a remarkable place for all who dare to visit. It is also a very dangerous place, especially for star-struck young ladies who see Vegas as a meal ticket out of a life of drudgery. We keep tabs on our ladies here. Every cop, security guard etc, knows their names, faces and we keep them in line. They do not walk the streets as some might think. They do not parade around stopping cars. They are in the casinos, sure, but escorted out as soon as spotted. This, however, doesn’t stop the new ones or the cagey ones from soliciting. I watch it happen in front of me from time to time. The interesting part of it is, it is usually the men that are doing the soliciting, not the girls. Now some of these ho’s are downright scary. Most are not all that attractive. Honestly. Even the high-priced ones have a “hard” look to them. They have been beaten down and abused and it shows. They do it for the money, not the sex. One of my stripper clients, said when she is done dancing: “I go backstage and throw up, I can’t look at a man for hours”. This reflects the feeling of most of the girls. Sure they hook up with the wealthy guys and sleep with them. They are wined and dined and bought beautiful clothes and jewelry. “Sasha” said you just close your eyes and remember what it’s like to be dirt poor and living on the streets”. How sad is that. She is 24, relatively attractive, has a decent body and wishes sometimes she would just die. I talk to her about once a week. I have begged her to get out of it, but she said you just can’t stop. You dance for your living and the sex and bullshit is the other side of it. The guys for the most part treat you well, but you know there is no respect. Because once it’s all said and done, they go home to their wives until they find their next excuse to visit Vegas. Just like the guys who come into the store shopping with their wives and buy condoms behind their backs, pay cash quickly, take them out of the box and stuff them in their pockets with a don’t tell comment. Makes me sick.
Last night before I was leaving, a young lady came in my store with a man. An odd couple for sure. She was very pretty, very tall, long brown hair, great body, beautiful shy smile. He was older, short and weighed about 250 I would guess. I thought her father maybe, but I knew better. She wanted something “special” for the night. I sighed and started showing her our bustiers etc. When I had her in the fitting room, he told me he was going outside to make some calls. Now this guy wasn’t seedy or anything, looked just like a regular Joe. He was quiet and nice. She was very shy and hesitant. She said she had never bought lingerie before and didn’t really know her size. That one always puzzles me, but I measured her, fitted her and we chatted. She kept looking around, wanting to talk but also avoiding eye contact. Now of course I’m older than she, but at some point I must have made her feel comfortable. We joked a bit about partying and Vegas and age. She laughed and said: “you’re too old to be young and too young to be old” (great line right there ladies). We found the perfect Simone Perele bustier ensemble for her right down to the stockings. As she was paying, she all of a sudden got real nervous. She went outside to talk to “him” (she needed more money). When she came back, I gave her the purchase and as I’m thanking her, she looked down at me, (she was 5′11) and said: “help me please”. Now that made me feel like I had been kicked in the gut. I looked into her eyes and said: “honey, what’s wrong, what can I do?”. She said: “I don’t want to go with him”. He’s nice but I can’t do this”. I felt sick to my stomach and had to think fast. I knew he would be back in the store in a minute and my heart was sinking. I told her, just go, leave, I’ll stall him. She said: “I have nowhere to go, I want to go home”. I asked her how old she was, she said 22 and I believed her. I took her into the fitting room and told her to sit there, until I could figure out what to do. Thankfully, he hadn’t come back to the store yet. I grabbed my co-worker Jen and she stayed with her, I went outside and found the guy. I told him that I didn’t know what was going on, but that she wasn’t gonna be leaving with him. I told him to get lost or I would have security escort him off our property. He looked at me stunned. He was pissed and embarrassed. I was shaking. I don’t usually confront “johns” if you know what I mean. But, honestly, I didn’t know what else to do. After a brief argument, he yelled: “that bitch took my money”! I said, well make more, now get lost. He left as he saw security approaching. I explained to Nick what was going on and Nick very politely followed the guy off our property.
When I got back to the store, she was crying. I gave her the money back, took the bustier back and asked her who I could call. She asked me if I would call her mom in Oregon. She wanted to go home. She just wanted to go home. I took “Laura” into the office and I called her mom. Her mom was crying so hard, said she was worried sick and hadn’t heard from Laura in over a month. I called our concierge and explained what had happened and what was going on. They sent someone up to talk to the mother and they made travel arrangements to get Laura home. As Laura was preparing to leave with the concierge, her mom called the store back and thanked me. She said before hanging up, Laura is 17.
Tears sprung to my eyes, as I watched her walk away, she turned and mouthed Thank you. A little girl lost in a big world she doesn’t understand.
How many of them are out there? Too many for my mind to wrap around. I’m just glad that one little girl, with dreams and visions of grandeur in her eyes, had the sense to say two little words. HELP ME!
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7 Responses to “VEGAS LIFE: THE GOOD, THE BAD AND THE UGLY”
May 21, 2008 at 12:37 pm
Oh wow. I got teary reading that. 17? Thank God you were able to help her. You may have just saved a life. So many people think that the life of a “call girl”, escort, hooker, whatever you may want to call them is like Julia Roberts and her prince charming, Richard Gere, will arrive with roses and take her away. I wonder how many hookers are killed everyday that we never hear about? I can’t imagine living that life. And you are right. That is a GREAT line “you are too young to be old and too old to be young”. I may have to borrow that one.
May 21, 2008 at 2:00 pm
Thanks I (you need a shorter name lol). It was a sad situation. Truly, felt for the girl and I’m glad it worked out and I hope she works things out at home. Her mom was really terrified and thankful.
The comment was great, (especially when I found out it came from a 17 year old). I’m not old, I’m not young just caught somewhere in between. And believe me I can party with the best of them.
Peace! Anniversary blog coming soon.
May 21, 2008 at 6:43 pm
Morph, your post was disturbing but I’m so glad it had a happy ending! You were very brave and bold confronting the ‘john’, especially an angry one. I think you truly did save “Laura’s” life. She cried out for help and you were there to help her and you DID help her. Many would have washed their hands of the situation or felt too powerless or scared to help.
I know of this one amazing young lady who has spent the last few years with an organization who befriends runaway teens and prostitutes. She tries to help them, counsel them, feed them, get them off the mean streets. She gets calls in the night when they are suicidal, she takes them to hospital when they get mauled by ‘johns’ or pimps, and she mourns deeply when a few take their own lives. Some of what she writes in her newsletter is deeply disturbing, but there are a few happy endings. Perhaps Laura’s life is going to get back on track, thanks to you!
May 21, 2008 at 6:53 pm
Once a man was walking along a beach. The sun was shining and it was a beautiful day.
Off in the distance he could see a young boy going back and forth between the surf’s edge and and the beach.
Back and forth the boy went.
As the man approached, he could see that there were hundreds of starfish stranded on the sand as the result of the natural action of the tide.
The man was stuck by the the apparent futility of the task. There were far too many starfish. Many of them were sure to die.
As he approached, the boy continued the task of picking up starfish one by one and throwing them back into the sea.
As he came up to the boy he said, “You must be crazy ! There are thousands of miles of beach covered with starfish. You can’t possibly make a difference.”
The boy looked at the man. He then bent down and picked up one more starfish, and threw it back into the sea. He turned back to the man and said,
“But it made a difference to that one”
May 22, 2008 at 9:51 am
I hope Laura got home safely with her mother. I’m sure the reunion was quite tearful, but both have another chance together. Wow, I don’t know if I would be gutsy enough to confront a john, but it didn’t surprise me that you did Morph. Major kudos to you. I hope they call the store a few months down the road and give an update.
May 22, 2008 at 5:06 pm
What’s the password, please?
May 23, 2008 at 3:28 pm
Votem is admin over here with Morph, so I’m assuming they are the only ones that can give out the pw. They should be with you shortly C. 🙂
Mirroring the hate blog with comments,
Hopefully Sal/shesalie/mfoyaorphans or Morph/head loon/porn shop lady, as some call her, blog will now disappear. Couldn’t be a luckier day 8-8-08.
May 8, 2008
I just don’t get it. I write a blog about perving and the loons come out to attack. I asked them not too, said no nasty comments, but they insisted. The delete button, like the ban button in chat, comes in very handy. I have never deleted anyone’s comments from here as I do believe we all have a right to our opinions. But when asked nicely, to not do so, well.
Perving is just human nature. Very simply, the laws of attraction. As human beings, we are all attracted to different people. How did you fall for your boyfriend/husband? How did you fall for your girlfriend/wife? We are human, animal magnetism is what drives us and keeps the population going. We weren’t meant to not procreate, we weren’t meant to not fall in love. Relationships take work, they take time. When you first meet someone, you are either attracted or not. It might be the eyes, the smile, the body type. It could be anything. We are all unique in what attracts us to the opposite sex. No one is the same. We all have different views on attraction. I like men tall, but I’ve dated many that were not (my first husband being one). Eyes hit me first as does body language. Sure, an attractive person is going to catch your eye. Doesn’t mean you will like that person or end up with them. I’ve gone out with many men who were relatively “unattractive” but they had a great sense of humor, were fun, and very nice. Just because someone is attractive or “hot” doesn’t make them a “nice” person.
In human nature, the initial contact is pure physical. How can it not be? You don’t know that person yet. You see someone and think hmmmmm. We all do it, married or not. It is just who we are. Humans are animals in our own right and sexual magnetism is alive and kicking. Life wouldn’t be much fun without it. I ”perv” over others as well. I meet many gorgeous, hot men daily, entertainers or not. My husband “pervs” over Jessica Alba, so what. It’s the nature of the beast. My dad once told me that “when I stop looking, I’ll be dead”. It’s just who we are. Some people have long-lasting beautiful marriages or relationships. Others find that their initial attraction just didn’t pan out. We search, we all search and when you find your “soul mate” you know it. Believe me, you just do. So I take great insult that I write a “perving” blog about Taylor, and I come under attack. Making people “nauseous”? Come on, get real. All the loons are so obsessed and “attracted” to him, they are like gnats circling a vat of honey. What’s so wrong with that? Nothing, he is an attractive man. He has tremendous charisma. The obsession part is a bit scary, but that goes with the celebrity territory. I’m not obsessed. Not at all. I do find Taylor very attractive, o.k. so what. Who the fuck cares? So do a thousand other women. I know men who appreciate his music, they don’t find him hot. They don’t see the attraction, and rightfully they wouldn’t.
This blog and “Keepin it Real” is about just that. I write what I want to write about. I’m not here for your pleasure. If I want to have fun and play and poke fun at sexy and Thb and others because we all secretly “perv” none of your damn business. Don’t read it. The loons obsession with anything Taylor drives them to insanity. That part is real skeeeerrry. If you want to follow him around the country on tour, go ahead. If you want a million meet and greets and autographs, go for it. Take a thousand pictures, videos, whatever. No one is stopping you. But don’t attack me for finding the guy “hot”. He is. O.k. get the fuck over it. I have a right to my opinion as do you. I’ve never seen him perform, never seen him in person. Don’t really know a damn thing about the guy, but I do enjoy his music and yes I think he is HOT, HOT, HOT (well most of the time). So from now on, do me a favor, if you don’t like what I say, please don’t read what I write. I write about a lot of things, This is not a Taylor fan site. It’s just a blog. My blog. Like it or not, I honestly, could care less. And stop bringing Mfoya into this. He knows I perv, he doesn’t care.
It’s just human nature: