Shannaprecia's blog: "Life and Times of an Internet Junkie."

So i haven't been on much, and its cause I have no job. I've been busy looking for a J O B...sorry everyone...me loves you all... Ebok CHoy!!!!

I don't need you to tell me I'm pretty That's something I already know A fact that I sometimes forget But its embedded deep in my soul I'm not going to lie and say it isn't nice to hear it once in a while That when pretty words are spoken that I don't giggle or smile But I don't need you to tell me I'm pretty That my voice is the sweetest sound My skin is soft as spun silk Or my beauty knows no bounds For what you see with your eyes Isn't what I hold true My beauty is not judged with sight My beauty is not judged by you. I don't need you to tell me i'm pretty Cause thats all you see The superficial coating on a magnificent piece of me. By Me.

Hello broken heart come right on in I heard what happened I heard you got hurt again I see all your scars and know you've been bruised I know you're weary and think love is a game to lose You don't want to hear the cliches like it wasn't meant to be You want to wallow in your pain and drown in your self-pity You've spent far too many nights mending a broken soul Longing for the happiness That you see so many hold I offer you no solutions and I carry no guarantees I offer my arms to hug you I simply offer me No words to console and to fall on your deaf ears You need only a friend to listen and wipe away your tears So broken heart you need not wallow alone In my arms you'll find comfort And perhaps a kindred soul. By me.

A reflection of my past, I've been chewed up I've been spit out Been used and neglected I've done without Been called a bitch A cunt, a slut and a whore Been beaten til I bled and could bleed no more I've been called worthless Just a piece of trash I've slept in the gutters Been knocked on my ass I've walked in the darkness I've been spit in the face Made to feel like shit I've been disgraced I've given so much And received nothing in return I've been a woman abused Left broken and burned I've crawled within myself Afraid to let me shine Scared of my own light I was left blind I've been violated and raped My body and my soul Been told it was my fault That I didn't mean no I've been called ugly Retarded, stupid and fat Been thrown off a balcony I've been beaten with a bat I've been left lying Told to just die But I didn't listen I'm still alive Through the pain and the beatings Like a phoenix from the fire I was granted a new life Now I'm a fighter Released from the hell And all the hurt you've done to me I now know I'm beautiful An angel to fly free I refuse to give you access to determine my worth I refuse to let you do more damage or cause anymore hurt I should've been treated better not thrown and used like a rag I should've been your goddess Not your punching bag I deserved love and kindness from a REAL man I deserved to be shown the world not the back of your hand I am a queen Perfect example of god's love stunning in my complexeties A diety sent from up above I lock the door on your hurt And today I celebrate For you are now the past and just a memory of a mistake. By Shanna.

Yeah I wrote another poem...hope you like it. Silence was my Weapon.... I sit and I say nothing at all Silence is my choice weapon Your lies had spilled over and my intelligence was questioned. You promised me forever with love. And you thought I believed Because I chose to sit in silence You continued to deceive In the dark cover of night You took to your lovers arms You bestowed her with your kisses and she succumbed to your charms In the midst of the cool breeze I stood outside with my rage and pain The moon illuminated your deception and our marriage vows where shamed I watch her moan at your touch So beautiful in her linen and lace Hair like gold spun from heaven A whore, with an angels face. Sun had begun to arise Your whore left your warm side There you peacefully laid As she kissed you goodbye the shock on your face Oh how the mighty have fell You begged for your redemption I hope you burn in hell I cocked my gun and I took aim A shot straight into your head Your eyes cold and lifeless And now the walls are stained red One more bullet left in the chamber I press the barrell to my skin I let it loose from its confines and my whole world goes dim She was jealous of me and you gone crazy and shot you dead I was barely living when they found me At least thats what the police report said They'll never think I am capable of murder So your angelic whore is in prison I didn't use a gun to kill you Silence was my only weapon. By Shanna Colman.

Hello all my cherry tappers and tappettes (is that a word...oh who cares)...It is official I have gone without a cigarette for over 24hrs. I'm a little edgy, but a lot better than I thought I would be. I AM NOT going to smoke anymore. I'm going cold turkey, and it was wicked hard last night, not so bad today. A little rude, anxious, but ok. Yay me!!

The faint smell of rain wafts through the air. A pre-dawn shower has left the world cleansed. A cool breeze blows by, causing goosebumps rushing through your arms. The sun climbs the horizon slowly, it illuminates the sky with soft pastel blues and white fluffy clouds. A new dawn, a new day. Dew hangs from the leaves on the trees, relishing its last moments before the sun rises and bids goodbye to the earth. The world is quiet and still, if there was a moment on earth where all was peaceful, this was it. A feeling washes over you, like the new day has brought new possibilities with it. You close your eyes to the brillance around you, taking in the quietness of the morning. You catch a wift of jasmine floating in the breeze. It's sweet scent entices you, hugs you, enchants you. Your eyes flutter open, and you catch a figure walking. Like an angel floating, or perhaps a siren? Never have you seen such angelic beauty walking. Soft ebony tendrils cascade down her back, complimenting her pale irridescent complexion. Can it be, does her skin actually sparkle? The morning sun, as if motivated by this angel, climbs faster in the sky to cast its warm rays upon her. The curve of her hips, calls to you in a way that no other woman's had. Perfection? No she was more than perfection, she was more than beautiful. The swell of her breast, the pucker of her rosy pink lips, the fullness of her bottom, there was no creature more delicious to view on god's green earth. You hold your breath, fearing that if you breathe this vision before you may disappear. She coyly twists her hair around her delicate fingers as she takes in the morning sun. Her eyes, like windows to a world you beg to be part of, catches your. And she smiles, surely the sun must be jealous of the brillance of that enchanting smile. Your heart has stopped, and you are lost, drowning in a sea of angelic perfection. A realization so clear, it was if it was from god himself, this is the moment. The moment that inspires men to be heroes, painters to be artist, and writers to become authors. This was his Helen of Troy, his Mona Lisa, his Juliet. With her smile, something has begun.....

Let me tell you about an old man named Santa Claus. You may know him as Kris Kringle aka Saint Nick aka Sinter Klauss or aka Papa Noel. Whatever his nom descript, he has been widely commercialized and widely misunderstood. When you see Santa Claus, you see a man with an infectious laugh, rosy cheeks, jolly belly, snow white beard, and a bubbly joyful personality. You see this cause you are blinded by the spirit of christmas. I will tell you what is really there, a man with roscea (hence the red cheeks), an obesity problem, hygeine issues (thats why he doesn't shave), and a crack problem (joyful personality explained by the crack). He is a pervy old man, with a sweatshop full of immigrant elves. You don't ever see Mrs Claus, and do you want to know why? Cause Good ole Saint Nick doesn't let her out of the house. He has a dominating personality and likes to control her. He runs his sweatshop full of elves, making them work all hours of the day and night, with no Overtime and no holiday pay. Because he is in the northpole, he isn't sanctioned by the US labor laws, or any other fair and just labor law of any country. His office (the northpole) is in the middle of nowhere and in a severe climate. He often threatens the elves, telling them he will fire them and leave them in the blistering cold to fend for themselves. What an asshole! And if that wasn't enough, the way he treats his reindeer is absolutly horrendous. Animal right activist have been all over "Santa Claus" about this. His response to them is "Ho Ho Ho", there is no need for name calling! He feeds them LSD to get them "High" enough to "fly". What kind of man gives animals drugs? I mean one of his reindeers has done so much Cocaine that his nose is actually RED!! We reward this man for stealing into our homes at night, leaving useless junk for ungrateful little brats. We reward him with homemade cookies and milk. Santa is a binger and a purger....don't give him more food to binge and purge on. When someone enters your home in the dead of night, he is called a robber...do you give a robber milk and cookies?? So you're probably saying to yourself, "What has Santa ever stolen from me?" Well, I'll tell you what he has stolen. Beside the sense of security your home should have, he has also stolen the other sock! There is no such thing as laundry bunnies that steal the other sock...it is none other than SANTA CLAUS!!!!! He's been doing it for years. He has a strange foot fetish, and loves to sniff socks. He's been trying to blame "laundry bunnies" or "laundry gnomes" for this for years. We now know that this fat bastard has been stealing socks from around the world, using this "christmas" scheme of his to get into many peoples homes. So next time you hear a "ho ho ho" in the air, or jingle bells playing, get your shot gun ready. Don't let this man, this obese unhygenic crack fiend near your children! He is not to be trusted!

This holiday season, as you enjoy the company of your loved ones. As you sit down and breathe in all that is 'Holly and Jolly'....don't forget those less fortunate then you. The down trodden, the physically unsettled, the massively debted ones. I am starting a new charity, for all those who would like to donate, please message me. The charity's name is 'Ebok Choy's Financially Challenged'. Now, you maybe asking 'Exactly who will benefit from my kindness?'. And you have every right to ask that question, you beautiful person you. The people who will benefit are the people that call me everyday. I want to bring them some joy this holiday season, they seem so upset when they call me. They are always asking for money. And they don't stop calling until you give them money. Also, the factory workers will benefit from this. I will give them money, via buying cigarettes, I like to support our blue collared workers. My husband shall also benefit from this, no more will he have to live through the torture of unpaid bills due to my 'support' for our blue collar workers (via buying shoes). He will no longer cry after going through our credit card statements, worrying how he will help all those around us and how to make the people who call smile. YOU can bring a smile to their faces. Open up your wallets and donate now. Even my puppy (now renamed poopy, if you didn't know) will benefit. No longer will she have to eat the horrendous cheap shit from Wal-mart...no longer will she have to be seen in 2nd hand dog clothing. I know, I know. You're saying "Why Shanna, that is so selfless of you, thinking of everyone else for Christmas." Please, I do this cause I care. I like to see the cashier's at Fashion Bug and Lane Bryant smile. I love the joy it brings to peoples faces when I arrive to a function with a new hairdo. And I like to help keep small business running and profitable......like the new resort in Punta Cana. They need all the help they can get, and I intend to patronize there services to help! I will suffer on the white sandy beaches of the Dominican Republic, trying to gulp down a margarita, just so I can help the muscle bound cabana boy, whose only dream is to have me oil him down. Its cause I care. Some say I care too much. Now its your turn to help. Dig deep into your pockets and into your hearts and donate now to 'Ebok Choys Financially Challenged' Charity. You CAN make a difference. :)

Uhm, a girl could so get in trouble on Cherry Tap! I mean I'm happily married, but let me tell ya some of ya guys with your shirts off....well you could be cause of some marital discord! And then there are some of ya who NEED to keep your shirt on. You know who you are, your the ones who so obviously are sucking your stomachs in while you're taking the picture. Hunny, if your stomach looks like the roadmap for the jersey turnpike, don't post the picture on the internet. I'm not hating or anything, cause I'm a big girl myself (inside joke, sorry), but you don't see me walking around with big ole belly hanging out. But I will give ya props for posting them, you got balls to do it.