horribly dashed with yesterday’s trash. Speculations ran wild after her splashy Invite Party Thursday was lacking any camera crews and bright lights.
The party is still on…but wasn’t it completely moreexciting when we thought it was going to be on MTV? How embarrassing!
In other news, let’s play guess who, shall we? Word on the street is the father of one of our student’s latest album is a major flop. Forget platinum, this doozy didn’t even hit nickel status. I definitely have my eye out for a repo alert. LOL. So…guess who.
Smooches,
Pace Academy’s Diva of Dish
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Starr
September 14 @ 6:02 a.m. | Mood: Angry. Very Angry.
The words “how embarrassing” echoed in her head like a schoolyard mocking as Starr sat at the computer with her eyes piercing the laptop screen. Up until now Starr had found the little blog amusing and made it the first thing she checked when she got up in the mornings. But now? Starr was P-I-S-S-E-D.
The supposed Diva of Dish had just made an enemy.
How embarrassing. How embarrassing. How embarrassing.
Starr picked up her new wireless mouse and stretched her arms high in the air. Just short of chucking it across the room, she forced herself to breathe and do the whole “Let go, let God” thing. She calmly sat the mouse back on the desk.
Being Starr wasn’t easy. She would always draw attention. She would always have her fans, her stans, and her enemies. All of them were compliments to her steelo.
Still…
How embarrassing. How embarrassing. How embarrassing.
Starr had been in a horrible mood since the MTV news and she was letting her parents feel all of her funk. She did’t leave her room unless she had to and she didn’t speak unless spoken to. She was punishing them—that is when they were home to even notice her mini-rebellion.
But this just kicked everything up big-time.
Starr Lester didn’t get played on blogs. No way.
Now she was just going to make sure that whoever the lame Diva of Dish was was going to regret not getting invited to her party. Her hater had just kicked everything up a notch and Starr was taking no prisoners.
She logged on to her Twitter account. The social networking site simply asked: What are you doing? And Starr’s tweets were usually filled with fashion spotlights, random thoughts, inspirational quotes and photos of herself and any number of celebrities streaming through their home. She barely took note that she had a hundred new followers as her fingers flew across the keyboard:
STARRLESTER: I can be your best friend or your worst enemy. The choice is yours!
Starr removed her Gucci silk scarf she had tied securely around her head to keep her wrap in place. She knew she had to get ready for school but her mind was distracted.
“Knock-knock.”
Swiveling her chair around, Starr faced the door. “Come in,” she said, wondering who was up so early in the Lester household.
Her mother stepped into the room still dressed in a black short silk robe with her hair wrapped under a silk scarf. “You up?” she asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
Starr frowned. “Yes, but why are you?” she asked in surprise. Her mother never got up before eight and even had her twin brothers trained to sleep in as well.
Sasha laughed huskily as she walked over to lean against Starr’s desk. “Your father had to leave for an early video shoot and you know he woke me up.”
“Where did he go?” Starr asked, rising from her seat to stretch her limbs in her Juicy Couture romper.
“He’s in the city.” Sasha stretched and yawned as she looked around Starr’s room. “I wish I had a room like this when I was growing up.”
Starr shrugged as she walked over to her closet for one of the dreaded uniforms.
“Something wrong, Starr?”
She turned to eye her mother, wondering if this was a chance for one of their rare mother-daughter talks. “Some of the kids at school were clowning that my party won’t be on
The party is still on…but wasn’t it completely moreexciting when we thought it was going to be on MTV? How embarrassing!
In other news, let’s play guess who, shall we? Word on the street is the father of one of our student’s latest album is a major flop. Forget platinum, this doozy didn’t even hit nickel status. I definitely have my eye out for a repo alert. LOL. So…guess who.
Smooches,
Pace Academy’s Diva of Dish
54 comments
thirteen
Starr
September 14 @ 6:02 a.m. | Mood: Angry. Very Angry.
The words “how embarrassing” echoed in her head like a schoolyard mocking as Starr sat at the computer with her eyes piercing the laptop screen. Up until now Starr had found the little blog amusing and made it the first thing she checked when she got up in the mornings. But now? Starr was P-I-S-S-E-D.
The supposed Diva of Dish had just made an enemy.
How embarrassing. How embarrassing. How embarrassing.
Starr picked up her new wireless mouse and stretched her arms high in the air. Just short of chucking it across the room, she forced herself to breathe and do the whole “Let go, let God” thing. She calmly sat the mouse back on the desk.
Being Starr wasn’t easy. She would always draw attention. She would always have her fans, her stans, and her enemies. All of them were compliments to her steelo.
Still…
How embarrassing. How embarrassing. How embarrassing.
Starr had been in a horrible mood since the MTV news and she was letting her parents feel all of her funk. She did’t leave her room unless she had to and she didn’t speak unless spoken to. She was punishing them—that is when they were home to even notice her mini-rebellion.
But this just kicked everything up big-time.
Starr Lester didn’t get played on blogs. No way.
Now she was just going to make sure that whoever the lame Diva of Dish was was going to regret not getting invited to her party. Her hater had just kicked everything up a notch and Starr was taking no prisoners.
She logged on to her Twitter account. The social networking site simply asked: What are you doing? And Starr’s tweets were usually filled with fashion spotlights, random thoughts, inspirational quotes and photos of herself and any number of celebrities streaming through their home. She barely took note that she had a hundred new followers as her fingers flew across the keyboard:
STARRLESTER: I can be your best friend or your worst enemy. The choice is yours!
Starr removed her Gucci silk scarf she had tied securely around her head to keep her wrap in place. She knew she had to get ready for school but her mind was distracted.
“Knock-knock.”
Swiveling her chair around, Starr faced the door. “Come in,” she said, wondering who was up so early in the Lester household.
Her mother stepped into the room still dressed in a black short silk robe with her hair wrapped under a silk scarf. “You up?” she asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
Starr frowned. “Yes, but why are you?” she asked in surprise. Her mother never got up before eight and even had her twin brothers trained to sleep in as well.
Sasha laughed huskily as she walked over to lean against Starr’s desk. “Your father had to leave for an early video shoot and you know he woke me up.”
“Where did he go?” Starr asked, rising from her seat to stretch her limbs in her Juicy Couture romper.
“He’s in the city.” Sasha stretched and yawned as she looked around Starr’s room. “I wish I had a room like this when I was growing up.”
Starr shrugged as she walked over to her closet for one of the dreaded uniforms.
“Something wrong, Starr?”
She turned to eye her mother, wondering if this was a chance for one of their rare mother-daughter talks. “Some of the kids at school were clowning that my party won’t be on
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