I've been PUNK'D

... so its ironic that I'm writing about this just 4 days after I wrote my letter to my haters...smh... well believe me... what you will read below, you will not believe... I hardly believe it happened... I feel like I've been PUNK'D... I've been waiting for Ashton and the camera crew all day!...smh

..oh and if you don't have a lot of time.. read it later because this WILL be long!

Okay so let me start with giving you the characters first, it will probably be easier to understand... Because this is a VERY confusing story.

..So about 2 months ago after I broke up with my ex of a year and 1/2... very hard break up... my good friend Xenie introduced me to her friend Tasha.

NaTasha Lynn Robinson

My friend Xenie had known Tasha for a year and over the last year I remember seeing comments from Tasha on Xenie's Myspace now and then.

Long story short I started talking to Tasha on the AIM and then eventually on the phone everyday. We had a good vibe and she had great conversation. She was very smart, obviously very attractive and sweet and affection ... damn near perfect.. While talking to her and sharing life stories and random small talk I learned of some friends and family

From left to right: Her daughter Amaya, Amaya's Mother Priscilla, Tasha's cousin Reesee, her friend and co-worker Traci and her Ex-Girlfriend but still friend Gabby


So over the next couple of weeks Tasha and I got very close. If we weren't on the phone we were texting each other. She even asked me to make a background for her myspace of me....



So we decided it was time to meet. I started talking to her cousin Reese who lived in Phoenix, AZ every now and then and saying hi to Amaya anytime I heard her little voice. So she booked a ticket for December 7th to December 14th. But before that day come weird things started happening...

First Tasha's friend Traci gets into it with her husband... I was told the husband was jealous of Traci and Tasha's relationship and came home drunk and beat Traci up...

{White bubbles are Tasha's text messages, Green are my replies}

So I was told Traci would be staying at Tasha's house until see works it out with her husband. Nothing more changed, continued to talk to her everyday and I even talked to Amaya a couple of times... so the day before Tasha's flight I don't hear from her for a couple hours... which wasn't normal because I talked to her every hour on the hour or at least got a text... so the next thing that happens was I got a text message from Traci on Tasha's phone...

So at this point I'm freaked out... I had no idea she had epilepsy and I was so afraid that she wouldn't be okay... it was the longest night I've had in a long time... the next morning I finally heard from Tasha. I was soooooo relieved...

...so everything seemed to calm down. She was taking her medication and was feeling better. And INSISTED on still flying out to CA for a visit. Knowing after the talking to her for this long, it was impossible to argue with her... so she said that she was going to get on the next flight at 7:45am in the morning and land in Sacramento at around 11:40am. So ..... 11:40 came and went... then 1pm...2pm...3pm...4pm....5pm and I started to worry. Every bad thought of her having a seizure somewhere or passing out in the airport and let me tell you... I was freaking out... so around 7pm her cousin Reese calls me and asked if Tasha was with me because she had been texting and called her and she wasn't replying.

Now I wasn't panicked alone, Reesee and I started looking for where Tasha could be... we called SouthWest to try and see if she boarded the plane... paged her in the airports, called all the hospitals in Sacramento and could not find her... I was in PIECES! ...so I was laying in my bed wide awake with no chance of sleeping, all I could do is think about what could have happened to her. As I laid there and wondered I got a text message...

...OMG was I losing it... I felt so responsible... she got into a car accident on her way to the airport to see me! OMG! I was losing my mind and I felt horrible!! So the next day I'm cleaning my house trying to keep my mind off Tasha being in the hospital. So while I was keeping my mind busy the phone rings... its Tasha! She sounded so tired and beat up... She said she was really soar and wanted to see me. She didn't want to be in the hospital by herself because all her family were in Chicago and she was all alone. She pleaded with me to come be with her in the hospital. Feeling a little responsble for her accident, I tell her I'm going to come. I called and talked to Reese, who said she was going to drive down and meet me in San Antonio and we would go to the hospital together.



So I book my ticket, take care of the kids and get a dog sitter. I wake up at 3am to get on the flight on 7:45am to arrive in San Antonio around 1pm. So as soon as I land I call Reese and tell her I'm there. She told me she was going to be there in two hours and that she would have Gabby call or text me and if she ran into traffic Gabby could jus meet up with me and take me to the hospital. So I got my bags and I waited... no call from Gabby... and I waited... no call from Reese.. 2 hours go by and I hadn't heard from anyone. I called Reese's home phone... no answer... I call her cell, it was off... so I continued to wait...

and wait...

...and wait!

Four hours went by and I was panicked hoping that Tasha didn't get worse and thats why no one has called me. So I started trying to figure out what my options were... So I thought I'll find the hospital, find her room and call a cab and jus go up there and hope for the best.
So I call the North East Methodist hospital from one of the courtesy phones and ask for NaTasha Robinson's room... the operator tells me.. no Natasha there... no one by the name Robinson under 70 y/o either. The operator suggests for me to call North East Baptist hospital... maybe it was a mix up... so I call there... No NaTasha Robinson... so I call hospital, after hospital, after hospital ... NO NATASHA ROBINSON!

I called EMS to see if I could get any information on accidents that someone needed transport that day... no accidents matching the description... so there I was... stuck in the airport, with no information about where Tasha is and I was very very tired... so I tried the last resort... MYSPACE

So I send a message to Priscilla, Reese and the supposedly crazy ex girlfriend Des pleading that someone could give me info so i can just find Tasha and make sure she's still alive...

A hour later Des calls me... I plead with her to give me any info she has so I can find Tasha at the hospital thinking that she didn't like me but I didnt care I just wanted to find Tasha with any information that Des "the crazy ex-girlfriend" could give me... soooooo yea.... here is where the Punk'd part you've all be waiting for comes in..
DES HAD NEVER MET TASHA!!!
She said that every time she tried to meet with her something always happened... and she even told me that Tasha had a seizure one of the times they were supposed to meet... I spent the next hour talking to Des about all the lies and mismatched information that "Tasha" has told us both.

..after my heart started beating again and my face stopped burning from crying I started putting my plan together. I booked the earliest flight back to CA and tried to stay calm...unfortunately there was no flights leaving back to Cali until early the next morning... to afarid to go to a hotel alone (very bad life changing experience once) I was faced with staying in the airport over night...

I sat in the airport seat that had gotten very uncomfortable for sitting there off and on for now 10 hours. 20 mins later my iPhone rings and it was Des... and she offered to pick me up ... I love her now lol She picked me up from the airport with her roommate, we stopped at McDonald's and we back to their apartment. We sat there over our 10 piece McNuggets trying to find the humor in the last 12 hours... at that point I was just waiting for the camera crew to come out and everyone laughing and pointing at me... I knew I had been Punk'd and jus wanted to laugh at myself and accept it...


But wait! it gets better...

So as we sat there after an hour or so trying to cheer each other up, my phone rings with a Blocked number... I knew it was going to be some bullshit but I answered anyway... and not to my surprise it was "Traci" and before I knew it I was screaming at her... she calmly says "Oh, you don't know?" and then she starts crying!!! .. ... and goes on to explain that "Tasha" didn't make it. That "Tasha" passed away... WTF! As if feeling like a complete asshole for falling for the whole game but you want to add insult to injury and call in DEAD! Bitch, are you for real?!!! I tried to remain as calm as possible without screaming at the top of my lungs at this chick as she told me while "Tasha" was in surgery they couldn't stop the bleeding from her lungs (from the accident) and she passed away at 1:47pm... okay look... who the FUCK calls someone and tells them that their friend is dead AND knows the exact time?! ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS BITCH?! OMG!! I was a fool for a moment but not for that fucking long! So needless to say I was beyond pissed and before I could start cussing "Traci" or whoever was on my phone the call dropped... conveniently...

... I have faced the fact that I've been Punk'd... bamboozled... hornswoggled... hoodwinked...



But... those that know me... know I couldn't just let it go like that... of course not...

I have since found out that the pictures where stolen from a 21 y/o stud in ATL named Melissia aka Lissa ... and she is too cute btw... anyway... the picture used for "Traci" was a random friend on her Lissa's downelink page!! ... and "Gabby" was actually a ex-girlfriend of Lissa's but "Gabby" wasn't her name...

...still have no idea if Amaya is "Tasha's" daughter... I do remember Amaya calling her mommy all the time but more likely than not the pictures of Amaya aren't real either...

That jus leaves Pricilla and Reese...

I have no idea if Pricilla is real or not but of course at this point I'm pretty sure she isn't... and the pictures where jus stolen from someone random too...

Reese... she is real... and she may be the one behind all this unnecessary bullshit...

I had sent a email to "Tasha's" phone and I remember the email being reesee81@pm.sprint.com... I didn't think much of it but now... hmm... so "Tasha" told me her mother's name was Rosyln Minor and her cellphone (210-875-4978) was under her mother name.... So I searched the internet for info on Rosyln and found that Maurisha is her daughter. Reese is short for Maurisha... and when I called Reese's house phone she states that you reached the home of "Maurisha, Nicole,..." then I did a reverse look up on Reese's house phone number and it came up Maurisha Minor in Phoenix, AZ... then... I was able to trace one of the emails "Tasha" had sent me a while back and got an IP address (70.190.134.191)... I did trace and came up with Phoenix, AZ... so with that information I traced it to Maurisha may have another last name... Martin and I was able to find out that her home service is by Cox Communication... its AMAZING what you can find out on the Internet... hmm.. I wonder what I'm going to do with all this information once I get over the shock of being Punk'd... hmmm....





...smh

...from now on.. I need Proof pictures before I even give my AIM out...smh... maybe even pictures with random flavors of Skittle bags...