Suburan Elite...

Ooh it's the lights (It's the lights)
Action! (Action)
Hollywood (Hollywood)
Ooh it's the lights (Satisfaction)
Satisfaction! (So addictive)
(Hey) Hollywood (Hollywood)- Jay Z and Beyonce from "Hollywood"

This is not Sex in the City...

but sometimes...it is like Material Girls....

I have never watched Material Girls I am saving the dvd for complete epic boredom, but I do know the premise...rich girls who are heiresses and materialistic lose money. Today I realized I am a toned down version of that....I am not an heiress but when I am feeling good nothing can tell me I am not Paris Hilton or in my case...Angela and Vanessa Simmons. Put a little money in my hand let the sun shine give me a frozen almond or white chocolate mocha with whip cream ooo and don't forget the fake a$$ ugg boots and skinny jeans....that was me today with my shades on like I was on Sunset Blvd. opposed to Route 8....

I guess I am a product of my society as much as I don't want to accept it I am sort of sex in the city...minus sex and the city...my show would be called Suburban Glamour, where I play the part of Daniella the self proclaimed Princess of Delaware. In the character's/my mine I think I am a social elitist but really I am border line middle class and broke, but as any American Princess I shop til I drop and get my hair done...at the goodwill and when I can afford it, regardless of whether I am rich or poor I look good and know one can tell the difference until they see my pull up in my 1991, subaru legacy complete with a sun baked faded paint job and possiblities of rainy day leakage on the inside...to Daniella it is a red ferrari...or white lambo murcielago...blasting Beyonce who instigates my princessish ways....oh and don't catch Daniella on a dramatical day...because she might not even be Daniella she maybe Deena Jones, or what was Reese Witherspoon's character's name in Legally Blonde??? 

Ok but seriously doing what was described above really helps to get pass the stress of life at times...whatever the stress may be...the stress of the possiblity of a huge zit about to grow on your nose, men troubles or bills.... sometimes taking yourself out of reality briefly helps (usually until you get home). In the summer its the same thing...I walk around my neighborhood with my snobbish pup dolled up like it's not me walking with my pup but Beyonce and Jay...(dog...man...they are equivalent) and occassionally I have fans who exclaim "You look like you walked straight out a magazine," sure he is one of my neighbors yard..."Technician" but he did say it....

   Now there is probably someone out there who is thinking I am nuts...no...trust me...take a break from your life you will feel better. I always do...even if I am just stopping by the Goodwill, or buying plan tee shirts for five bucks...

(FYI the Good Will is the perfect place to find outfits that are very much fashionable...I currently cannot wait until summer so I can sport this awesome skirt that looks like it came from Sex in the City)

...I guess playing the role of Black American Princess all these years hasn't helped either....I am the first born girl, who protrayed the perfect debutante before and after I was actually a debutante and still protrays this, and I have a pup like the rest of Hollywood and I am a tad bit spoiled, but level headed about life, meaning if you give me money thanks, but I also know I have to work for it too...my dad's name is not Warbucks or Smith (as in Will)...my husband/boyfriend is not Jay, Carmelo, or DeSean Jackson actually he is non exsistent, but every now and then playing pretend adult style is a relief....