Posts by "leven"
Song of the Summer
Sooo, I know most people looking for an up-beat, popalicious, cheesily enjoyable summer anthem have been jamming to:
A.) ”Burnin’ Up”- by the Brothers Jonai. I am personally hating to love this adorable threesome.
B.) The ubiquitous, female empowerment jam by Katy Perry, “I Kissed a Girl” , that gets heads thumping and momentary lesbians excited.
C.) You’ve been unwillingly hypnotized by the raunchy hilarity of Lil’ Waynes latest venture into the Christian-Folk genre, with his catchy song, “Pussy, Money, Weed.”
With lyrics like:
Oh yes I love her like her dad told her
No man would ever love her oh and
I better be the only man
Sticking it, licking it like an envelope
Mailing it, sealing it, read it
I have written down victoria’s secret
Dont tell nobody, dont share your body
With nobody, not even a finger
I will cut it off and let him keep it
That ass for weezy, baby
And at my station we have sex orientation
When I hit it she squint like them orient asians
I do me, I say hey miss chung lee
I like to see your booty
Roll like sushi, im tryin to dip my celery
Up in her blue cheese
Ah’s, oo wee’s, wa la’s, ta da’s
Mhm’s, ah ha’s, oh yea’s, never oh no’s
Until I have to go, and then its never oh no
I tell her dont cry, I be back like the electric bill
And when she butt naked she dress to kill!
Chorus/Chant: Oh yes, I love her like pussy, money, weed, pussy money, weed, pussy, money, weed.
With soulful lyrics like this (my fav: I’m trying to dip my celery up in her blue cheese), your summer is sure to be filled with passion, love, tenderness, and, of course, the 3 namesake staples.
Enjoy.
xo,
Leven
Fingerpaint the town red!

last night was the much-attended Fingerpaint benefit, of which i had the honor of being hostess. it was crazy hot temperature-wise and crowd-wise. i always love the chance to see my LOLA folk, and this was for a great cause!
xoxo
Devlita
*pictured above with Emmy Shine and PJ Calderon. Emmett is obviously elated.
I’m old

the blessed day hath finally come. yesterday marked the 18th anniversary of my birth. for those of you wondering, yes, it does sound weird to say “i was born in 1990.” i wouldn’t think so much of it except for the occassional non-believer stands in momentary shock after i recite my year of birth. i’m 18, i can actually sign off on my new apartment now without tedious legalities. i can actually purchase (or distribute) nicotine-filled cigarette sticks; i can purchase miraculous lottery tickets (scratch-offs by the dozen) that are sure to change my destiny forever with compenstation in the MILLION dollar range, i can register for tasteful erotic website without consent, i can vote for our nation’s next president ( woohoo) ; i can finally visit gentlemen’s clubs or no-cover clothing optional discoteques.
wow, it feels good old.
Xo
Levlita—does saying that make the me devil? oh, it does? great. i can feel the horns growing in, too!










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