It is with great sadness that I inform you that Ricky and I have decided to go our seperate ways.
On My Own...Once Again...Byyyy Myyyseeeeelf....No One Said It Was Easy
Te amo Enrique Martin Morales, though we are no longer together you and the boys will always be in my heart and in my thoughts.
Who would have ever thought
The day could ever come
When we would see
A love like this fall into pieces
And it hurts me to know that now 'til then
I'll only have these memories
And now there's no time left to pretend
And it feels like it's the end
But you're always in my heart
Until we meet again
Now I have to let you go
There's no way we can be friends
But you're always part of me
Until we meet again
Why while our love was strong
We still couldn't make it
Did time have to take our live in different directions
And it hurts cause there's no way for me to reach you
We're so far apart
When did we grow so far apart
And now there's no time left to pretend
And it feels like it's the end
But you're always in my heart
Until we meet again
Now I have to let you go
There's no way we can be friends
But you're always part of me
Until we meet again
Deep in my heart I know
I'll see you again well I don't know
Where or when.. but till then
And now there's no time left to pretend
And it feels like it's the end
But you're always in my heart
Until we meet again
Now I have to let you go
There's no way we can be friends
But you're always part of me
Until we meet again
And now there's no time left to pretend
And it feels like it's the end
But you're always in my heart
Until we meet again
Now I have to let you go
There's no way we can be friends
But you're always part of me
Until we meet again
And now there's no time left to pretend
And it feels like it's the end
But you're always in my heart
Until we meet again
Broadway Legend Joined: 5/28/13
I'm sorry I broke the two of you up. I didn't mean to. I thought it would just be one of those things...
I will NEVER...EVER FORGIVE YOU FOR THIS PALJOEY!! DO YOU HEAR ME?!! NEVER!!!
:: Runs away in hysterical heaving sobs and slams the door ::
You two need to WAKE UP!
You need to mind your business. How about that?
Pendeja... HE WILL ALWAYS BE MY BUSINESS. So you better wake up and smell the Platano. OKAAAAAY?????
Oh no girl you did not just call me a PENDEJA. You must have been looking in the mirror when you typed that out. SHIIIIIIIEEEET.
The truth can be such a bitter pill for you to swallow. But you better learn how to handle it because that is the only thing going down that throat. And you already showed your delusional... So you know you need it. That is ok papi. I will let you smell me so you know where he has been at.
Estupida, you are the only one who is delusional. You WISH you had Ricky Martin, but he doesn't go for drug-addicted toothless drag queens such as yourself. Put down the syringe and the crack pipe and wave away that cloud of toxic fumes that surrounds you and has contaminated your mental faculties and come to the realization that not only have you not had Ricky Martin but NO ONE WANTS YOU.
The smell emanating from your nether regions I am told comes from your utter neglct to bathe yourself. SUCIA. PERRA. ASQUEROSA.
Updated On: 1/5/14 at 12:43 PM
Grocera. Stop projecting your nasty life style on me. It is sad how far gone you are. Look at the detail in which you describe your situation. Stop living in a nightmare. Ricky and I will be glad to drive you to a institution. It is the only path left for you. CRACK IS WHACK.
Oh no honey. Unlike you I've had Ricky Martin. I am not a drug addicted drag queen and men want me. Stop hating. You can never be as fabulous as I am. The only path left for you is to put down the crack pipe, step away from the computer you stole in one of your drug infused binges and seek some serious help. You'll be a better person for it, but I fear there is no hope for you.
Updated On: 1/5/14 at 01:08 PM
Oh so now your mixing crack with hallucinogen's? I have never stolen anything in my life. I have a sweet sugar daddy named Ricky that gives me anything I want. What is mine is his and what is his is mine. It is love.
You have a sweet sugar daddy a/k/a as a pimp who you turn tricks for and steal for to get everything you now have. What is yours is his and what is his is his. You have nothing. Not even your dignity and self-respect. SAD.
Bottom line is I HAVE RICKY. YOU HAVE NOTHING!
You have nothing but delusions and that pipe. I hope you have learned to live with your choices. My heart goes out to you.
You need to stop behaving like the rage filled, drug abusing crack-whore that you are and realize that deep down inside the abused little man/girl inside of you is literally crying out for help.
I pray that you do find the help you need. POBRECITA. DESQUIZIADA.
Querida,
You have obviously been attending the wrong kind of meetings. They are doing nothing for you except fueling your bla bla bla. You can't move forward until you handle the truth. And the truth is you will never have Ricky and you will never have me. But we could go round and round in your vicious circle...
Ricky say hi by the way.. he is doing a novena for you.
Your like a 1/2 cent version of Miss Jean Brodie. You live in your own delusional world that is full of so much lies and fairy tales that to you it becomes a reality. Trouble is, it's just your reality and nothing that even comes close to resembling the truth.
You are Brodie and I am Sandy...and I will expose you for the fraud you are.
Updated On: 1/5/14 at 01:39 PM
Sh*t girl.. your references are so old... look like you lost some years to that crack pipe. Sandy from Grease? Or Sandy the dog? I think you are Sandy the dog.
I had to choose a reference only an OLD HAG LIKE YOU could relate too, I had no other choice. Your constant drug abuse has obviously altered your mental state.
Papi, you did not choose a reference I could relate too. You picked the only one your fried brain retained. And my mental state is only altered by the beautiful love Ricky gives me. GET OVER IT.
Damnn b!tch those must be some hard drugs you're sniffing. They got you thinking your pimp is actually Ricky Martin. You need to overdose so you can be put out of your misery boo.
Oh boo.. now you are just being mean. I am so sure you are wishing me death simply because you can't have my man. Honey... time to look in the mirror and recognize how low have you gone. In order to have the love and passion I get every day ( sometimes more than once a day) you have to love yourself first.
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