I had a topic to discuss, but...this Metro PCS commercial distracted me. This commercial is 'bout racist as hell. Stereotyping Indian people and tech people. I feel highly insulted, and I'm not even Indian. That's fuckery. Anyways, let's ramble...lol.
Chivalry - it's alive and well, I'd like to say :)
Pics - I take some great fucking pics...lol. I took some pics on Thursday before I went out and they're awesome.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Monday, February 8, 2010
Blog #5 - Really Feeling You...
So, yeah. This is pretty much how I'm feeling right now.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z0jGtb9vAFU
End of blog...lol.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z0jGtb9vAFU
End of blog...lol.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Blog #4 - Random Ramblings
Well, you can thank MrMoBedda for this idea because it was all his fault...lol. He said he needed to blog more and that left me to my own damn devices. So. Here it is, Superbowl Sunday. The New Orleans Saints have killed the Indianapolis Colts. Not necessarily killed...but either way, the damn Saints won the Superbowl. Good job, Mr. Reggie Kardashian. High five for you and your team. By the way, please tell #16 that he's pretty yummy in my damn tummy. Onward to my ADD ass blog!
Speaking of Reggie Bush, I had a discussion a couple of weeks ago about how Reggie Bush was on the cover of Essence (I think) and how one of the topics on the cover was "Black Love" or something along those lines. A lot of people I know had their pannies/boxers all in a bunch because they're all "Reggie doesn't know shit about black love because he's not dating a black woman". I wanna know where it said that they were even gonna ask Reggie anything on Black Love.
Speaking of love, I would love to be in love again. I have been in love three times, but one of those would be considered puppy love and the other was more me being infatuated than him. My last one is love. However, I think RIGHT NOW AT THIS VERY MOMENT, it's changing from that intimate "I want to be with you forever love" to that "I love you because of what we had" kind of love. But that could simply be because it's one of those things that will never be and that has been made known. Who determines what love is, anyways. How do YOU as an individual, quantify love? This love I was in was that kind of love where all he had to do was ask and I would have jumped to the moon. Now, not so much. He can ask all he wants...you better make your baby momma fucking jump...lol.
Speaking of jump...what is with this wack ass influx of people not being able to shoot the fair one with fists anymore? Whatever happened to just a plain old street fight? Why do we have to bring weapons into it? I think that is SO lame. True testament of a man is the ability to fight...not pull out a weapon. Just a good, straight fight.
And...I just got some news that kinda hurt my heart a little bit, so...goodnight.
Speaking of Reggie Bush, I had a discussion a couple of weeks ago about how Reggie Bush was on the cover of Essence (I think) and how one of the topics on the cover was "Black Love" or something along those lines. A lot of people I know had their pannies/boxers all in a bunch because they're all "Reggie doesn't know shit about black love because he's not dating a black woman". I wanna know where it said that they were even gonna ask Reggie anything on Black Love.
Speaking of love, I would love to be in love again. I have been in love three times, but one of those would be considered puppy love and the other was more me being infatuated than him. My last one is love. However, I think RIGHT NOW AT THIS VERY MOMENT, it's changing from that intimate "I want to be with you forever love" to that "I love you because of what we had" kind of love. But that could simply be because it's one of those things that will never be and that has been made known. Who determines what love is, anyways. How do YOU as an individual, quantify love? This love I was in was that kind of love where all he had to do was ask and I would have jumped to the moon. Now, not so much. He can ask all he wants...you better make your baby momma fucking jump...lol.
Speaking of jump...what is with this wack ass influx of people not being able to shoot the fair one with fists anymore? Whatever happened to just a plain old street fight? Why do we have to bring weapons into it? I think that is SO lame. True testament of a man is the ability to fight...not pull out a weapon. Just a good, straight fight.
And...I just got some news that kinda hurt my heart a little bit, so...goodnight.
Blog #3 - Oral Sex
So, I have a blackberry. And with said blackberry, there is a blackberry group that I am a part of. It's just basically one big ass chatroom...with good times. And a topic came up with some very interesting points of view. That topic is...ORAL SEX. *cue suspenseful music*
There are only maybe 5 types of females when it comes to this subject:
1 - the female who refuses to do it...ever in her life at all.
2 - the female who only does it for like one minute
3 - the female who does it for special occasions: Valentine's Day, Steak & a BJ Day, his birthday, the anniversary and maybe Christmas.
4 - the female who likes it
5 - the female who loves it
I don't understand some of the 1-3 women. Why not do it? What is the rationale behind it? Do they have some sort of aversion to creamy white things? Do they take it as a form of submission to a man and are too "I am woman, hear me rawr" to do it? Who decided that it was something that was taboo. And why are these "I'm not putting his penis in my mouth" women so gung-ho for a guy to put his face between her thighs? Isn't there reciprocity when it comes to that? Did I miss the memo? What part of the game is that?
My boy (special shout out to famous_face718 at yahoo) tried to explain it to me with that some women just can't envision putting anything like that in their mouth. I think that's lame in 2010. And life. It is just so odd to me. Don't go trying to ask him to kiss the kitty when you're not trying to rock the mic. GTFOHWTBS. I'm not buying it.
Ladies that are a part of tribes 1-3, can you please 'splain your logic of thinking to me? I don't understand it. Help me learn. Maybe I won't think it's so ridiculous if someone take the time out to help me understand, because right now...that is not 2+2. Now, you can't give EVERYONE the special treatment, but...I think that if you're seriously monogamous to one person...why the hell not?!!?
Men that have been with women for long amounts of time and they have not rocked the mic...do you feel some kind of way about it? Does it burn when your boys talk about it and you have nothing to contribute to the conversation? Because I would be pretty upset if I was a guy.
On another note. What the hell is up with dudes that don't go down? That's some straight 8-track tape shit. How are you that ancient? Get over it and kiss the kitty, bish! That's all I gotta say about that...lol. So, how do you feel about it?
There are only maybe 5 types of females when it comes to this subject:
1 - the female who refuses to do it...ever in her life at all.
2 - the female who only does it for like one minute
3 - the female who does it for special occasions: Valentine's Day, Steak & a BJ Day, his birthday, the anniversary and maybe Christmas.
4 - the female who likes it
5 - the female who loves it
I don't understand some of the 1-3 women. Why not do it? What is the rationale behind it? Do they have some sort of aversion to creamy white things? Do they take it as a form of submission to a man and are too "I am woman, hear me rawr" to do it? Who decided that it was something that was taboo. And why are these "I'm not putting his penis in my mouth" women so gung-ho for a guy to put his face between her thighs? Isn't there reciprocity when it comes to that? Did I miss the memo? What part of the game is that?
My boy (special shout out to famous_face718 at yahoo) tried to explain it to me with that some women just can't envision putting anything like that in their mouth. I think that's lame in 2010. And life. It is just so odd to me. Don't go trying to ask him to kiss the kitty when you're not trying to rock the mic. GTFOHWTBS. I'm not buying it.
Ladies that are a part of tribes 1-3, can you please 'splain your logic of thinking to me? I don't understand it. Help me learn. Maybe I won't think it's so ridiculous if someone take the time out to help me understand, because right now...that is not 2+2. Now, you can't give EVERYONE the special treatment, but...I think that if you're seriously monogamous to one person...why the hell not?!!?
Men that have been with women for long amounts of time and they have not rocked the mic...do you feel some kind of way about it? Does it burn when your boys talk about it and you have nothing to contribute to the conversation? Because I would be pretty upset if I was a guy.
On another note. What the hell is up with dudes that don't go down? That's some straight 8-track tape shit. How are you that ancient? Get over it and kiss the kitty, bish! That's all I gotta say about that...lol. So, how do you feel about it?
Blog #2 - Toxic Friends
You have one. We all have at least one. Someone that we would put in the good friend category, too. You know. . .that one friend that is always in need of something (normally money [on an all the flipping time basis. . .not just your standard "lemme bum $20 til tomorrow" and you know they're good for giving it back. I'm talking like $50 and up], your car, credit card. . .something majorly financial ALL THE TIME) but as soon as you need, them. . .they're gone like the damn wind. You can't get a hold of them to save your life. If all you needed was to give someone a dollar to keep them from shooting you. . .you'd be a dead damn duck. Or, the one that just keeps pulling you down no matter what. You know him. . .you get a new job with more money and all he talks about is how much later you're going to stay at work. Or, that other one who always has to one-up you. You say you're going to England and not only have they been to England 3 times, they have an apartment out there that they use when they visit and don't sublet it so it sits empty until they feel like going and they've seen Her Majesty walking the streets of good ol' London. Then there's the one who ALWAYS makes it about them. You start talking about how horrible your day was because of that project that you have to do and right in the middle of your sentence, she comes with "Yeah, I had a crappy day too. Today I had blah blah blah blah and then yadda yadda yadda". Even Debbie Downer is toxic. Why? Because there is never a good moment with them. It's all sadness and misery and woe is me. It's the never ending pity party. Even their sleeping is horrible.
WHO THE FUCK NEEDS THESE PEOPLE!!! THESE PEOPLE ARE TOXIC!!! RID YOURSELF OF THEM!!!
I, myself, have some toxic friends. Me, you ask yourself? Why yes. . .I do. Only, I just realized that they are toxic and guess what. 2010, I'm done. You should be to. Contrary to popular belief, these "friends" are doing nothing to enhance your life and the sad thing is. . .they don't even know they're toxic to you. You try and try to befriend them and let them do what it is that they do while trying to maintain a healthy balance in the relationship, but guess what. Everyone has a breaking point. I don't know where yours is, but I have officially reached mine. No more Ms. Nice Lady. Say hello to the No-Girl.
No, I unfortunately don't have any money for you (unless I offer to take you out). Your phone bill is not in my budget this time. I won't bring up my new job. . .but don't ask me to help you get one where I work. After all, you wouldn't want to stay late to do the extra work, would you? You've been to England 3 times and have an apartment out there? Cool. . .let me stay there or at least recommend places for me to eat. Oh, you can't? Shut the hell up. You wanna tell me how your day was. . .go right on ahead. Don't be surprised if I tell you I have to call you back, though. You wanna be Debbie Downer and throw yourself a pity party every month of the day? Go right ahead, my love. Don't put me on the guest list, though because I'm not coming. I refuse to poison my mind!!!
How about you, friend? How many toxic friends do you have in your life? Do you plan to do something about it or are you just going to suck it up and take the L. . .again and again and again. Can your mind handle it in the new year? You sure?
As much as I'm sure people would like to say "You're being a horrible friend" or "That's what you're supposed to do as a friend" to me (and I'm sure there's quite a few of you out there that would). . .DO NOT judge me until you walk in my shoes and deal with the toxic people in my life. DO NOT.
If you are planning to rid your world of the toxic people in your life, I wish you well! If you plan on sticking around. . .I wish you well, too. GOOD LUCK AND HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL!!!
In the paraphrased and slightly changed words of that great girl group TLC (R.I.P. Left Eye): GOOD BYE, GOOD BYE TO ALL THE TOXIC PEOPLE IN MY LIFE. I NO LONGER WANT YOU AROUND ME SO BE ON YOUR WAY NOW."
These are just my thoughts, so. . .it is what it is, folks. This is how I feel at 8:22pm on January 4, 2010. I might not feel like this tomorrow. This is what crossed my mind today.
Love, Peace and Hair Grease!
Sidebar: upcoming blog topic - Stranger Bitches (phrase copywritten to BEE318TI as he is the first and only person I have heard use this phrase ever). If you have a blog idea. . .let me know!!!
WHO THE FUCK NEEDS THESE PEOPLE!!! THESE PEOPLE ARE TOXIC!!! RID YOURSELF OF THEM!!!
I, myself, have some toxic friends. Me, you ask yourself? Why yes. . .I do. Only, I just realized that they are toxic and guess what. 2010, I'm done. You should be to. Contrary to popular belief, these "friends" are doing nothing to enhance your life and the sad thing is. . .they don't even know they're toxic to you. You try and try to befriend them and let them do what it is that they do while trying to maintain a healthy balance in the relationship, but guess what. Everyone has a breaking point. I don't know where yours is, but I have officially reached mine. No more Ms. Nice Lady. Say hello to the No-Girl.
No, I unfortunately don't have any money for you (unless I offer to take you out). Your phone bill is not in my budget this time. I won't bring up my new job. . .but don't ask me to help you get one where I work. After all, you wouldn't want to stay late to do the extra work, would you? You've been to England 3 times and have an apartment out there? Cool. . .let me stay there or at least recommend places for me to eat. Oh, you can't? Shut the hell up. You wanna tell me how your day was. . .go right on ahead. Don't be surprised if I tell you I have to call you back, though. You wanna be Debbie Downer and throw yourself a pity party every month of the day? Go right ahead, my love. Don't put me on the guest list, though because I'm not coming. I refuse to poison my mind!!!
How about you, friend? How many toxic friends do you have in your life? Do you plan to do something about it or are you just going to suck it up and take the L. . .again and again and again. Can your mind handle it in the new year? You sure?
As much as I'm sure people would like to say "You're being a horrible friend" or "That's what you're supposed to do as a friend" to me (and I'm sure there's quite a few of you out there that would). . .DO NOT judge me until you walk in my shoes and deal with the toxic people in my life. DO NOT.
If you are planning to rid your world of the toxic people in your life, I wish you well! If you plan on sticking around. . .I wish you well, too. GOOD LUCK AND HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL!!!
In the paraphrased and slightly changed words of that great girl group TLC (R.I.P. Left Eye): GOOD BYE, GOOD BYE TO ALL THE TOXIC PEOPLE IN MY LIFE. I NO LONGER WANT YOU AROUND ME SO BE ON YOUR WAY NOW."
These are just my thoughts, so. . .it is what it is, folks. This is how I feel at 8:22pm on January 4, 2010. I might not feel like this tomorrow. This is what crossed my mind today.
Love, Peace and Hair Grease!
Sidebar: upcoming blog topic - Stranger Bitches (phrase copywritten to BEE318TI as he is the first and only person I have heard use this phrase ever). If you have a blog idea. . .let me know!!!
Blog #1 - 2010...and the Past
So, it is now 2010...the start of not only a new year, but a new decade. Not really too sure how I feel about it yet, but hey. It is what it is and you can't stop time...this ain't Tomb Raider and shit...lol. So, welcome to 2010, bitches!!! Apparently 2009 was the Year of the Gentleman, at least according to Ne-Yo, so maybe 2010 will be the Year of the Lover (yeah, I know Lloyd's cd came out in like 2008, 2009...shut the hell up. I didn't ask you for your facts and examples...lol. I'm just serious. :)
So, I used to blog heavy on here and decided to try and log in again and see my old blogs. Password worked, but no blogs. So sad. BUT...it's kind of ironic, because it is a new year and this is like a blank ass canvas for me to paint my oh so special thoughts. Since my stuff IS, in fact, gone I figure I need to tell everyone a little about me, so here goes:
Buenos dias, senoras y senores. I do have a government name, but YOU can call me Twinki or The Awesomest One. I prefer either, really. I am currently 26...to be 27 in October. October is the awesomest month ever. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise, either. I'm a walking anomaly and a big ol' bag of contradictions, such as: I love hard, but have walls to prevent anyone new from getting in. I forget a lot of important things, but remember stupid shit like when I fell into the creek when I was like 10. I love make-up and have tons of it and colors...but I only use maybe 5 items consistently on a day-to-day basis (this would be foundation, brow corrector, blush, mascara, eyeliner and lipstick/gloss. Okay, so it's really 6. I've recently been on a purple lipstick/gloss kick, but that's neither here nor there for this particular moment). I hate people and think that I could do without a lot of them (especially stupid ones...you shall see why at a later date), but I pledged for a wonderful organization in the Spring of 2003 and became not only part of an amazing sisterhood, but a wonderful family. I'm so nice, but if you irritate me...my words and looks are lethal and will make you want to assassinate yourself...or so they say. I really think I have adult ADD because of my memory loss/forgetfulness. Maybe I can get some gingko biloba. Apparently, my mind also runs a mile a minute and I get easily distracted because clearly the memory thing was like 10 sentences ago. ADD. I love cartoons! And not the crappy cartoons of today. I like the joints like Tom & Jerry, Scooby Doo and Looney Tunes...you know, Bugs, Daffy, Droopy, Porky and that gang. They are awesome. I only mention that because I was watching a movie and now I'm watching Tom & Jerry. This is the most ultimate marathon ever on Boomerang. I'm pretty sure that's all of me that I can think of right now, but I'm sure I can edit this at a later date. My next blog will just be a copy and paste of a blog that I did on Myspace a few days ago.
Toodles!
So, I used to blog heavy on here and decided to try and log in again and see my old blogs. Password worked, but no blogs. So sad. BUT...it's kind of ironic, because it is a new year and this is like a blank ass canvas for me to paint my oh so special thoughts. Since my stuff IS, in fact, gone I figure I need to tell everyone a little about me, so here goes:
Buenos dias, senoras y senores. I do have a government name, but YOU can call me Twinki or The Awesomest One. I prefer either, really. I am currently 26...to be 27 in October. October is the awesomest month ever. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise, either. I'm a walking anomaly and a big ol' bag of contradictions, such as: I love hard, but have walls to prevent anyone new from getting in. I forget a lot of important things, but remember stupid shit like when I fell into the creek when I was like 10. I love make-up and have tons of it and colors...but I only use maybe 5 items consistently on a day-to-day basis (this would be foundation, brow corrector, blush, mascara, eyeliner and lipstick/gloss. Okay, so it's really 6. I've recently been on a purple lipstick/gloss kick, but that's neither here nor there for this particular moment). I hate people and think that I could do without a lot of them (especially stupid ones...you shall see why at a later date), but I pledged for a wonderful organization in the Spring of 2003 and became not only part of an amazing sisterhood, but a wonderful family. I'm so nice, but if you irritate me...my words and looks are lethal and will make you want to assassinate yourself...or so they say. I really think I have adult ADD because of my memory loss/forgetfulness. Maybe I can get some gingko biloba. Apparently, my mind also runs a mile a minute and I get easily distracted because clearly the memory thing was like 10 sentences ago. ADD. I love cartoons! And not the crappy cartoons of today. I like the joints like Tom & Jerry, Scooby Doo and Looney Tunes...you know, Bugs, Daffy, Droopy, Porky and that gang. They are awesome. I only mention that because I was watching a movie and now I'm watching Tom & Jerry. This is the most ultimate marathon ever on Boomerang. I'm pretty sure that's all of me that I can think of right now, but I'm sure I can edit this at a later date. My next blog will just be a copy and paste of a blog that I did on Myspace a few days ago.
Toodles!
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