Push a hundred foot yacths and thangs!

December 15th, 2009 by IvoryTabb | No Comments | Filed in I want to work for Diddy

Never Mind The Weather, Go Somewhere and Get Our Minds Together!

“Jess” (Jennifer), I am so sorry that Mr. Combs didn’t see the true value that you had to offer: your great wardrobe selections, infinite wisdom and bomb ass dance skills. All of your pearls of wisdom and catchy sayings like “I beg to differ” and “Martha being Martin Luther King’s wife” didn’t get you any closer to the finish line. Sorry…if only Diddy could have seen what he was really missing when he dismissed you!

Moving on… when Cap brought us this week’s instructions, Jen was actually still with us. We were divided into two teams, and Jen was put with me and “Potter” (Dan). Jen had never worked with me and Dan before, so she didn’t truly understand our dynamic. Our dynamic is that I give out the instructions and Dan figures out the best way to get it done. At this point, Dan and I had been out to the store with each other more than enough times. I taught him how to get in, get what we need and get out. I also showed him that preparing the list beforehand is essential. It was obvious that Jen has not done a lot of grocery shopping in her lifetime, because she was clueless. She was all over the place trying to get different things and didnt’ know what we really needed. It must be so hard to go to the grocery store to get items to cook when you can’t cook! Your girl (me) can throw down in the kitchen. What you all haven’t gotten to see is that throughout the entire competition, I cooked breakfast, lunch and dinner for everyone in the house. If you don’t believe me, look at Kennis…anyone can see that he never missed a meal!

That evening when we got home, the meal had already been prepared by the Chef’s institute. They decided we should see how the meal was being prepared and what it should taste like. We also received a crash course on how to serve food correctly and arranging the place settings. It was a hectic evening and we barely had time to taste the meal let alone learn every lesson that was being taught to us that night. Ms. Ebony was a little bit overwhelmed…she had never experienced a four-course, sit down meal and had no clue about some of the items we were serving and eating. But, she did step up to the plate and offer to cook since she had previously worked in the kitchen of a Waffle House and knew how to run a serving line.

On the day of the event, we had to first prepare the meal at home and finish it on the yacht. For those of you who have been on a luxury boat, you know that the kitchen is very small yet efficient. So while Ebony and I were prepping the meal, Dan and Dalen were out running errands. Throughout the day, the guest list grew from 5 to 15 people, the menu switched from spinach to green beans and more people need to picked up. Yes, I have dealt with transportation for a very long time and fully understand the logistics on getting people to and from various locations. I also understand that it can be totally overwhelming. And in the beginning, before we actually had to prep the meal, I was in charge of transportation. But someone had to help Ebony cook so Dan needed to step up and handle it. All he had to do was make calls to the limo company and make sure everyone was picked up while running errands…simple. I gave him specific instructions on what to do…simple things that are tricks of the trade that you learn as you go along. But Dan just was so adamant about being able to handle it that he didn’t handle it. He lost the children, didn’t pick up a few people, and the cars were not ready when it was time to go!

Dalen had to run and get all of the extra stuff that was needed, because no one else able to do it. Ebony was getting the meal ready and I was waiting on the guests and helping Dan set everything up. Dalen should have been mad as hell at Dan for not bringing wine in the first place. When they were out earlier (while Ebony and I were prepping the food), more bottles of wine should have been picked up. Dan bragged about being an expert in the wine field…that is all he ever talked about. He often told me that he would make me a wine lover if it killed him. I picture him right now on somebody’s vineyard working with somebody’s grapes. So for him not to get any wine and for us to run out of wine was totally on him.

Things just kept going from bad to worse on the boat! The guests arrived late because of the transportation issues, forcing the risotto to sit for an hour. Dan brought back moldy ass string beans, we were forced to serve sorbet in shot glasses which was Dan’s brilliant idea and all of the children wanted French toast at the last minute. It was always something. But, we pulled it off and that was all that mattered. The pound cake I baked was off the chain and my fresh whipped cream could have made you slap your momma! We weren’t surprised that Dan won…he had the most face time and did take a lot of heat which mostly came from his own doing! And when he picked Dalen, Ebony and I were fine with his decision because we already knew he would. But let’s be real…you can’t have a meal without food and the double Ds didn’t cook sh*t!

Dan just doesn’t have a clue about what is really going on….he really is the nicest kid but is not ready for what Mr. Combs needs right now. Dalen tried to create a pact with Dan, because this is a competition and that is what you do. But when Dan chose me, I thought it was a low blow. I had been protecting Dan the entire time and did nothing but bail him out while Dalen threw him straight under the bus. Luckily, the judges recognized I should not have been up there and sat both me and Dan down.

The reality of this show is who can survive and get to the finish line first. All anybody wants to know is who won not how you won. So I am getting it done to the best of my ability… and in the end So What If You Don’t Like It!

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Been around the world!

December 8th, 2009 by IvoryTabb | 2 Comments | Filed in I want to work for Diddy

But you know I pop alot of shit but I back it up though!

The train wreck that we call “Melissa” finally left the building! And she left us some parting gifts to remember her by, including a bad wardrobe, horrible weave, 5 inch acrylic toenails and all of her Devil worshipping paraphernalia…she will surely be missed. Where the hell do they get these people from?

The deep V-Neck tie dye is a new look for 2010, and I suggest every man go out and invest in one. Why everyone else thought that outfit was a good idea, I will never know…Dan, of course that would be OK for you, because you believed he was wearing was some high end yatch wear. Jen, since you are supposed to be a supermodel then that runway look might fly for you as well. Ebony, I get that you like a deep V-Neck, but that shirt was ridiculous. And Dalen, the blazer wearing, bowtie rockin’, pants stopping at your ankles, love to sport no socks fashion icon – you didn’t say a damn thing. I understand that fashion is your life, but you let that man go out there looking a HAM = hot ass mess. As you can see, I did not agree with that outfit at all. The only thing that I told Mr. Combs to rock was the chain and the fly gold sneakers he was wearing…everything else had to go and he needed to start over.

Since no one really spoke up about Mr. Combs’ horrible outfit, we all had to go on a corporate retreat. We all thought we were going somewhere nice like on one of Mr. Combs’ yachts. Harry Potter (Daniel) thought we could be going to Hawaii, and I was thinking Miami. But to our great surprise, the only Island we went to was Staten Island. Since I am from the east coast, as we were driving, I knew that we were not headed towards anyone’s beach. So when we pulled up to that old fort, I thought “damn…here we go again.”

Zen Master Greg (I think that was his name) was really on some left field type stuff. If we would have been doing some yoga and deep breathing exercises that would have been fine with me. Your girl has some flexibility and has been around a yoga studio a time or two. And you already know how I feel about a yoga ball! But no… this man had us out there acting like animals in the woods with no clothes on! Everyone did a good job with their animal picks, except Potter. I thought he was a mongoose, because he was scurrying all over the place. When he yelled out cheetah deer, I couldn’t stop myself from laughing, even though we all took a vow of silence that day. I will give one lucky reader a free yoga ball if you can tell me exactly what a cheetah deer is, and no, it is not what Tiger Woods has just turned into.

Yes, we had to wash each other’s nasty feet. I don’t do feet…so for me to touch someone else’s feet was extremely hard. How dare Jen say that my feet are nasty?! I didn’t call her nasty, even though she had jacked up extensions and was wearing a horrible self tanner that made her look like a stripped cheshire cat. My feet are well taken care of just like every thing else on my body. There are no hammer toes or corns like they would have wanted you to believe. Yes, I do wear heels every day and work out 5 times a week but by no means are my feet jacked up like they tried to make it seem. The part that you guys didn’t see was that we had to feed each other dry rice with chopsticks. Dalen doesn’t eat rice, so he kept asking me to only give him a little bit. The grains kept falling off my chopsticks and made a nasty mess in that hot ass sun.

I should definitely win an Emmy for that display I put on when he asked for a breakthrough…I gave him some tears and turned on just like a faucet. At that point, none of us were taking the experience seriously. I don’t know why Mr. Combs sent us there in the first place, so I tried to give him any reason to NOT send me home. But if I was to get sent home, it will be because I made a mistake – not for some dumb stuff. When it came time for me to get into the mud bath, my only thought was that I need to keep my hair dry and get in and out as quickly as possible. As for the tunnels, those scenes were actually taped the first day we arrived. So, of course, that added something else to the reason why my dress was all over the place and why I was giving Mr. Combs so much sexy cleavage on the first day we met.

As you can tell, Mr. Combs does not play with me like he does everyone else. He asked me straight questions and in return, he got straight answers that were precise and to the point. When I first sat down, the first thing he said to me was that he knew I did not need an honesty retreat and that I would tell him exactly what he needed to know. And that’s what I did…I told him exactly what I thought he needed to know.

The producers, directors, contestants and even the camera men were in total shock when and how Mr. Combs gave Jen the boot. Oh Jessica Simpson (Jen)… you taught us last week that Martin Luther King Jr’s wife was named Martha, so we all know that your level of intellect is very high. Not only could you not spell the word Mr. Combs asked you to spell, but you couldn’t even find it on the computer. You let the world see that you have a very smart mouth and that you don’t take direction from authority very well. So you were sent back to Detroit to hopefully pursue that law degree from Pepperdine you always talked about. One question: when you say law, do you mean like in a police uniform on a pole or handcuffs and high heels?

The best line of the night was when Ebony said she would hire me because my resume is ridiculous and that is the absolute truth. If this job were picked off of education, experience and determination, then hands down I would have been declared the winner from the first episode. But since this is a competition and reality TV, other twists and turns have to be added just to keep you watching and wanting more. And since I make damn good TV…my participation continues.

So What If You Dont Like It!

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And If You Don’t Know… Now You Know

December 1st, 2009 by IvoryTabb | 1 Comment | Filed in I want to work for Diddy

And If You Don’t Know…Now You Know

Poor Kennis didn’t listen…he did not follow the pact and he was sent home. I told him to follow me, and I would take him to the top. But, he got nervous, his brain froze and he didn’t quite understand the impact of changing his vote. Oh well, another one bites the dust…

Jen aka “Jess” (after Jessica Simpson) is as smart as a box of rocks. She has great looks, if that’s what you like (you see what Tiger Woods is going through), but not much common sense or anything else. When God said brains, she must have heard rain and ran to get an umbrella. Jen was the one that said she knew so much about African-American history, and that is why I began to ask her a few basic questions. I first asked her who was the woman that started the Underground Railroad, and of course, she said Rosa Parks…you were only off a few hundred years Jen! Then I asked her who the first black baseball player was and she said Mickey Mantle…ummm, he is not even black. Finally, I asked her who the first black female millionaire was and of course she picked Oprah! Damn Jen…you don’t believe another black woman has made a million bucks before the 90s?! She could have at least said Diana Ross, Tina Turner or even Whitney Houston! Her answers were so funny that the camera man had to actually put his camera down, because he was laughing so hard.

Everyone in the house loved to drink except me. Being in the house was not a social event, nor was making friends ever something I wanted to do. I went there to win – nothing else, nothing more. So when the red phone rang, I was ready to make it happen. The task going to Daddy’s House was crazy. From the moment we walked in, I could tell it was going to be a disaster. The check list contained 27 items that had to occur over the course of the evening. Some items had to happen every hour on the hour (for example, no fingerprints on the glass, keeping the reception desk occupied and keeping the studio cleaned). Other things needed to take place once during the evening, such as cleaning the bathrooms, vacuuming the floors and storing the equipment. Since I took control of the front desk, everyone else had to take care of the artists. Not only was Dirty Money there, but Cassie, Mario Winans, Rico Love and Mr. Combs were also in the studio. Everyone was assigned a specific artist to work with and those who were left over were supposed to float around and help out where needed. Melissa was specifically given Cassie. If Cassie wanted anything, Melissa should have been there to provide it…that’s it. But of course, that wasn’t the case because she was so busy following Ebony around.

When the “manger from hell” said she told someone 20 min ago that Cassie needed heat, my first thought was “Damn Melissa… where are you and what are you doing?” Melissa proved that she could not perform the simplest tasks! Melissa, if you would stop worshipping the devil and keep on beat to the music, them maybe you would be alright. She had Mr. Combs yelling at me over some mess that she was supposed to take care of. If Kennis had been there, I probably would have had to pull him off Cassie! So Ms. Capricorn, that statement about me not strategically thinking is incorrect. I thought long and hard about every move I made before I made it. Putting Melissa up and trying to get her sent home last week was the absolute best decision for me and my team. Side note…I can’t believe Mr. Combs had me looking for a heater in the summer. If Cassie’s a*s hadn’t shaved off the side of her head, she would not have been nearly as cold. J

Now the question has to be answered…what were Dan and Jen actually doing the entire time? As for Jen, if we had given her anything too difficult, it would have been a problem for us. So, she just stood around looking pretty, actually contributing nothing. This was her strategy throughout the entire competition. In every challenge, Daylon and Ebony were doing their thing, while she flew below the radar, stared into space and looked confused. Now “Harry Potter” aka Dan is another story. As you can tell, Dan has been pulling the wool over a lot of people’s eyes. He is a very smart kid, but he doesn’t have any real life experiences. Walking into the studio while recording, sending Melissa to do a task that he knew she couldn’t handle, and blowing out the power in the sound booth were all amateur mistakes. The boy is fresh out of college…he just does not have enough experience and has never held down a “real” job.

Saying I played this game like a fiddle is an understatement. Every move I made was calculated. In my mind, either Melissa or Jen could go. It didn’t make a difference to me at that point. On one hand, we had someone who, as she said, doesn’t take a leadership role, falls back and does nothing. And on the other hand, we had a person who was all over the place, didn’t listen to directions and couldn’t handle simple tasks. I knew the judges didn’t want to see me in front of them again, so I did whatever it took not to be in that position. Calling out Melissa would have been an amateur mistake. So, I put Jen up. In the end, I couldn’t care less if Jen had a problem with me sending her up because 1) I really don’t care and 2) what are you really going to do about it when we get back to the house? Absolutely nothing! What you didn’t see is that I prepped Jen before the debate. Before we left the house I told her exactly what she needed to say in order to beat Melissa and as you can see, it worked like a charm. Poor Melissa… if I was in her position, I would have called me out, because the judges repeatedly said that they did not want to see me in front of them again.

Another thing you didn’t get to see was that Capricorn asked all of us to pick the one person we thought would win this competition and everyone picked me. They knew, as you now know, that I will get the job done no matter what, and the quality of my work cannot be matched! I have said time and time again that there is no right or wrong…there is only winning, and I will do whatever it takes to be Mr. Combs’ new assistant. You may not like the way I do things or how I get things done, but you have to respect my hustle. And in the end, “So What If You Don’t Like IT!”

Can’t Nobody Hold Me Down!

November 24th, 2009 by IvoryTabb | 1 Comment | Filed in I want to work for Diddy

Bet against me its not a sure bet!
When will they learn! The numbers in the house are getting smaller and smaller and people are finally beginning to realize who is in this to win and who is here just to say they were on the show!

Fortunately, we won the last challenge and Poprah left our team (thank God). Unfortunately, we still had to deal with Melissa aka “she devil worshipper.” Let me tell you a few things about Melissa…she does not listen, no one wants to work with her and as you saw in last night’s episode, she talks to spirits. From the very beginning of this challenge, all she needed to do was play her part and she couldn’t even do that. This chick is something else…you saw her yelling random stuff, grabbing the book from Kennis and speaking to the devil all in the same breath. My thoughts were that we had to get her off our team – no matter what!

I can put together a green room with my eyes closed. Looking at a rider and determining what actually needs to be in the room is something easy for me. Very few people in that room (maybe two other than me) had seen a rider before. Ebony called it a “bougie” list, but there was nothing really out of the ordinary on the list. When you deal with people with money, sometimes their requests may seem absurd but you just get it done…no questions asked!

The game show was a shock to us all; I knew my team was going to depend on me to carry them to the top. Of course, I knew a lot of the information, while everyone else tried to act like they did. Even though Kennis did have the book all day, there was time for everyone to see it and soak up additional information. Apparently, no one took advantage of this time, because everyone on my team got at least one of their questions wrong, except me. So when it was time for the lightning round, they sent me up to save us!

From the way the episode was edited, it seemed that Daylon kicked my butt on the lighting round. It did NOT go down like that at all. Yes, Daylon was quick on the buzzer, but in the end the other team only beat us by 20 points. It was not a land slide victory like they showed…gotta love TV!

We finally found out what the deal was with Poprah. As I said from the beginning, she is the enemy and I was right on with my thoughts. It’s so easy for her to play a lying, hypocritical snitch, because that is exactly what she is. It didn’t bother me at all that she was now working with the judges. 

Poprah, respect is earned…and you have yet to earn mine. And let me explain to you what a queen is…. A queen is a woman, or something personified as a woman, that is foremost or preeminent in any respect. So please stop referring to yourself as a “queen”, because you do not match that definition ….unless we are talking about queen of the buffet line!

I knew coming into this competition that I would not be able to trust anyone. I told Kennis and Dan to follow my lead, and if they would have done exactly what I told them to do, they would have been okay. Getting Melissa out of the house was my first priority. I truly felt she was a cancer that was eating our team up slowly but surely. I never trusted anything that she said or did, and wanted her gone…point blank! Yes, Capricorn believed Melissa would have known the information if she had the book to study, but I didn’t believe that. One of the questions that Melissa was asked during the game show dealt with Diddy winning an NAACP award for Raisin in the Sun…Melissa didn’t even know what the NAACP was. She kept calling it the NCAA.

Dan and Kennis, you thought you were slick and look where it got you. Dan has repeatedly apologized to me over his betrayal, because he realized I was right when I said that Melissa really needed to go. But because of your little stunt, she is still on our team. Kennis, yes, the game played you, because you didn’t listen either. I told you to follow me and you didn’t, so you got sent home. I told you I would have your back no matter what, but you decided to let conniving Poprah sway you and you got the boot.

No matter what you throw at me, I will find a way to come out on top. This is definitely a competition to see who can get it done and as you all have seen and will continue to see…I am in it to win it no matter what!

 And the way I get it done, So What If You Don’t Like IT!

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Its like the more money we come across the more problems we see

November 17th, 2009 by IvoryTabb | 1 Comment | Filed in I want to work for Diddy

I don’t play around its a bet lay it down

As you can see, I am taking them out one by one in my own special way. This challenge was nothing new to me… I have been in the business of dealing with millionaires for a long time. So I excelled and it showed with our team win. Also, in this week’s episode, Melissa and Poprah wanted to try and “rumble” with me. Let me explain something to you Melissa and Poprah…there is nothing that you can say that will hurt me, because I know I am in this competition to win. I am the most qualified candidate and one of the only ones who can really do this job.

Poprah, you had your turn and we all know that it didn’t go so well for you. Since Mr. Combs brought you back for some reason or another, I will work with you to get the job done but really you are just a big bag of hot air blowing smoke! Melissa, you should have never barked up this tree and Poprah should have never jumped in it. Stay your ass out of it and let Melissa take this ass whooping like a woman. She started it, but you best believe I am going to finish it! And yes, Melissa, I called your contact because your deal was as shady as a palm tree in Miami, and I was not going to let you ruin this win after all of my hard work.

Please do NOT let this show fool you into thinking that we needed Poprah to win. Between the donations that Daniel and I received, we already had the downtown team beat. I can sell ice to an Eskimo and this challenge was just what I needed to showcase my business skills. Remember this is a competition to get a job, and my resume and rolodex speak for themselves. If Mr. Combs wanted to find an assistant the traditional way, he would have done just that. But since he is an untraditional man, these challenges show him exactly what those applying for the position can bring to the table. I bring pure hustle. I have developed strong client relationships and have the unique ability to “get things done.” My personal assets lend themselves to this position and those that know me will tell you that I am highly organized, a strategic thinker, fast learner and very detailed orientated. So yes, please believe that while I know I make great TV, this is not personal by any means…this is business!

By the way, when I ran into that $90K BMW, we only left an “I’m Sorry” note! Daniel was so mad. He kept yelling, “I told you not to let her drive it, because it weighs too much and she could have hurt herself.” It was by no means my plan to drive that bike with all the equipment in it. My plan was to drive it empty to another pick up. I don’t like to drive my car at home, so why would I want to drive a pedicab in the streets of New York?

I masterminded the entire breakdown of the other team. I saw a weakness and went after it. All I had to do was get a little liquid courage in Jon’s system and then that was the end of him. Manipulation is so easy when people have a little alcohol in their systems. This is why I have never been drunk and don’t drink very often. I also made sure to set Ebony up when she went into the elimination to win. I didn’t care who she sent home as long as somebody went.

Side note – Kennis, your Mom is going to get kicked out of the church, because you were on national TV in your manties (man panties). And on top of that, you drove a bike in your clickty clacks (church shoes). I told you to apologize on air, because I knew that liquor had you white boy wasted!

I was so surprised when the other team walked back in and both Jon and Blake were gone. A lot of people have been on the “Team Blake” bandwagon. In the beginning, I thought she would be one of my biggest competitors. But, I came to realize that she was not actually contributing anything to the other team. She talked a good game but could not produce a damn thing. I guess she can think about what she could have done at home with Noelle and Zach.

So what if you don’t like IT!

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You wanna rumble with the B huh

November 12th, 2009 by IvoryTabb | 1 Comment | Filed in I want to work for Diddy

Wanna Rumble with the “B”, Huh?!

Last week, Noelle thought it was a good idea to put me up for elimination, and as you saw, that didn’t work out so well for her. If she was smart (and not using her pageant skills to get ahead), she would have realized that taking me to elimination was not the best idea. If I were Noelle, I would have taken Zach’s sneaky butt to the judges table. She could have been the first one to call him a liar, which he is. However, she taught me a valuable lesson with her elimination…watch out for Zach because he will throw you under the bus to save himself.

So before we began this week’s challenge, we were given a new team member. Before the vote, I told Ebony to vote for herself so that she could come over to my team. I was already thinking of creating an alliance with her and thought we could work together, ride this thing to the end, and slowly (but surely) pick everyone else off. Unfortunately, the stars didn’t align in my favor and our team got crazy ass Melissa. From the minute she joined our team, she was all over the place. One thing I ask is that if you are going to have ideas, please make them meaningful and useful. Don’t just say stuff to say it, and that is all she did! She also decided to take on the stupid role of Zach’s #1 co-signer. She agreed with him on every stupid idea he came up with and followed him around like a puppy dog. I knew from the very beginning that we (Melissa and I) were going to have problems. We couldn’t even cook a simple meal together. Did you see her dumb butt try to put foil in a microwave? Melissa, aren’t you Hispanic…don’t you know how to heat up tortillas? And on another note, did you see how they zoomed in on Melissa’s stripper shoes?!!!

By the way, I am glad that you all got to preview my cooking skills this week…I am trying to get a husband or my own show out of thisJ.

This week, I decided to take the judges advice to be a good team member and let someone else take the lead! And as you saw, that was the wrong decision. We were back on the chopping block again! Zach is an idiot that talks too damn much about absolutely nothing. If you truly are a photographer Zach, please don’t ever take any pictures of me because as Mr. Harrel said “you can’t buy taste!” And as for the “sister girl” comment Zach, I am proud to be a beautiful, black, strong woman if that’s what you mean. I told you before I sent your ass packing, that I could beat you on the facts and that’s exactly what I did. Zach, you made us lose last week and you made us lose this week… so it was easy to beat you and that’s what I did!

When we were in elimination, the judges asked Zach repeatedly to stop talking, so that I could get a word in. The icing on the cake was when Mr. Combs came in and told me to call him a liar. This was the easiest part of my day, because that’s exactly what Zach is. And just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, Poprah pops up! If anyone remembers her from last season, they already know that we are like oil and water. Poprah, you had your chance last season and we see how well that worked out for you…we don’t need your advice on anything!

Also, Jon, you better slow your role because if I hear one more little smart comment from you…you can get it too.

IT

So what if you don’t like it.

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Bad Boy For Life episode 1 recap

November 3rd, 2009 by IvoryTabb | 3 Comments | Filed in I want to work for Diddy

Bad Boy For Life!

We went through so much stuff on the first episode that you didn’t get to see. We walked through tunnels (in a dark, nasty maze to find a note that Mr. Combs left); we were up for 48 hours with no baths, no clean clothes and given a sack lunch. After all this, we were then ushered into his office for an interview. At this point, my poor little wrap dress was in shambles and when Mr. Combs asked me if I thought he would think this was attractive, my first thought was “hell yeah!” Let’s be honest…Mr. Combs creates ads, videos and parties with half naked girls everyday. I didn’t think he would be afraid of a little cleavage….especially shown on a beautiful woman like myself.

I admit that I am both bossy and bitchy. I only value the opinions of those who can back up their words with substance. The judges and some of my team members tried to make the “red phone” problem a big issue. It was said from the beginning that the phone was not properly working or giving any indication of ringing, vibrating or even playing a Diddy song. Throughout the challenge, I was on the street truly hustling for my team and trying to make sure we won. I did the most work, got the most translations, and was in charge of the red phone as well. What they did not show you (viewers) was me adopting the leadership role by telling team members how to attack the challenge. No one told Zach to go all the way on the other side of the city to get translations! Times Square is huge…big enough for both teams to stay right there and produce. But he obviously wasn’t thinking clearly and helped lead us to a lost.

The ball incident… if I am going to do all of the work in blowing up a ball and you choose to sit around and watch me pumping up the ball (and sweating)…why do you think you are just going to jump on it and use it? It’s not going down that way. I was nice enough to put the ball and the pump on the table…a real b*tch would have hid it.

Capricorn told Noelle to pick wisely. For some reason, she thought the wise decision was to pick me. She obviously didn’t know that I eat chicks like her for breakfast everyday. I mean honestly Noelle, your teammate didn’t support you, you didn’t get any signatures and you think you can beat me in a debate? And you’re fresh out of college…actually wait, did you even go to school Noelle? All you want to talk about are your beauty pageants. You have no real world experience and no clue what’s going on. Noelle obviously wanted to be the first contestant voted off the show and it was my pleasure to show her the door.

I see that I am going to be the b*tch this season, which works out fine for me and even better for the viewers. As you can tell, I do not take sh*t from anyone, and I will not let you disrespect me. I give out orders, because I know how business is supposed to be handled. It is my duty to provide the total package to TV- beauty, brains and so much more.

Remember there is always a reason for everything I do, but in the end …so what if you don’t like IT?