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My name is Lauren Poole (If you haven't already gotten that).

My friends and family call me Lo, Lolo, LP, Poole, Lulu, Lewy, Louis, Lulu Bell, Boogie.... so you have options.

I also answer to Dollface, Nice Ass, and Yo Baby sometimes.

I'm a New York born Las Vegas raised gal who now lives in Los Angeles.

There's been a lot of life, a lot of lessons, and a lot learned.

I've seen some things, and I know I'm gonna see a lot more.

I'm here to share what I got, and hopefully we can all learn a thing or two.

Welcome to the world that lives inside my head.

Lets see if we can make some sense in there!

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What Shit are You Eating?

We are gonna start this off saying this... I LOVE FOOD!!! I LOVE EATING. I literally sit in bed and wonder what I'm gonna eat for breakfast... like I love it! But I had to get real about it. Like real real. I've known for a while I should write about this... But I want to state that I'm not a nutritionist, I don't shop at Whole Foods on the reg, and I have no idea what muscle is attached to what (I did not pay attention in Anatomy class). And I'm not here to talk about your g

Handle It

There is a quote I found by Elizabeth Gilbert: "The women whom I love and admire for their strength and grace did not get that way because shit worked out. They got that way because shit went wrong, and they handled it. They handled it in a thousand different ways on a thousand different days, but they handled it. Those women are my superheroes." I read this and said "Yup!". You probably read this too and go "Yup!". And why? Because it rings true. Duh. I don't think many peop

Sunday is for the Soul

Who grew up religious? Ok good I didn't either. (Phew). Background... I was raised Catholic by a Protestant mother who was raised around Jews. That's right. All kinds of wrong happening hahaha. (I'm joking!) My mother was raised in a neighborhood where all her friends were Jewish. Then later in the same hood (big up Queens), my mother fell for a guy who is Italian Roman Catholic. By the time they got around to having kids, the Italian side (which is like a Mexican or any lati

Doubting Your Dopeness

When I first moved to LA... I didn't know anything about the city. I had some friends who lived about 30 mins south of the here and would hang with them in their hood. Drive into the Hollywood area and do the whole walk down Hollywood Blvd/Melrose thing. But never really knew LA before. I figured it out... it took some time, but it happened. Also, I never really applied for a job before living here (not a lie)... so I said, I can figure that out too. As fate would have it, my

The Purge

Ok.... so you know what's about to happen right? Well if you didn't I'm about to tell you... (Hint: It's in the title) It's time to talk about the vomit. Oh yeah... ITS THE TITLE OF THE POST! Ok I'm not just gonna talk about puking (the whole time), I want to talk about what I figured out it represented. What I figured out as the reason I did so. (Cause you know I had to figure that shit out. Who pukes for no reason?) Let's start with the definition of: Purge (Verb)- rid (som

Time to Get Away

When you build a comfy space, and then you become super bad ass at protecting it... you might sit back sometimes and go "Why am I so tired?" Why? Cause you're a bad ass doing multiple jobs at the same time and you did that shit by working really fucking hard! That's WHY! "Ok so I need a good nights sleep and I'll drink more water." That's a great idea... but you just get one night of good sleep and then its back to the noise? "I have so much to get done, and I still haven't f

Protecting Your Space

There is a version of myself... a version I care not to remember because it makes me cringe. It's a version that used to forget about the one person that is always there, never has left their side, and also has their best interest at heart..... Oh yeah that me's talking about ME. Why am I bringing this up? After writing about creating a space that YOU love, and YOU feel comfortable in... How well are you at protecting it? Not closing all the doors and shutting everyone out pr

Creating Your Own Space

When I was a little one, still in diapers, my mom said she would put me in my play pin and I was in heaven. Alone, my own little world. Don't need no body. Cut to a few years later, we were fortunate enough to have a home that had what we called our "playroom". Lucky for me my brother loved to be outside. Yes! Stay there 😝. This is alllll mine! You bet I soaked this space up! I created dance routines, I lined up my dolls as my co-stars, my tiny blue/yellow/red Sony Cassette

Feeding Your Soul

Whether you believe in this or not, there was a full moon the other day. (That's not the part you shouldn't believe in... that's just a fact. There was a full moon.) The part you could have some issue with is the part that says this may or may not affect your mood. Wellllllllll.... here's the deal. I don't have any proof that that shit is real... other then the fact that I feel like doo doo, then the next day I'll say to someone "I haven't felt like myself" then they say "it

Dealing with Disappointment

Here's the deal. I was not a girl who was handed life on a silver platter, or had a silver spoon at birth.... I was told at a very young age... "if you want it, you gotta work for it." OK! That's it? Work hard and then you can get whatever you want? I can do that. 🙋 No prob. So, I became the hardest little worker you ever did see. Help around the house and I'll get money for chores, done. Good grades to get better in school, got em. Be a good kid and I can rent the movie I w

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