So, today I got a stupid ass ticket for having my RiverLINE ticket stamped twice. Who knew that was against the damn law? Like wtf, son. The RiverLINE is stupid and I hate it. I hope they have some sort of notification that gives them some sort of alert when someone posts their name and they see this. Stinking $74 ticket. I hate them. For those that don't know...the RiverLINE is a NJ Transit train line that runs from Trenton to Camden. You have to buy a ticket and get it validated by the machine and the damn thing is only valid for 2 hours while hoping that the train people come and take your ticket, giving you a reason to buy another one. Now, if the stupid train people don't come take your ticket, you would think that you could just validate it again, right? WRONG!!! Stupid RiverLINE makes you buy another one because apparently it's illegal to stamp one ticket more than one time. I rode this damn train all week and not ONCE saw the train people until today...my last day for the week. WTF. It would be me, right? Of course it would. Wouldn't be my life if it wasn't...lol. Sometimes, you have to laugh to keep from crying.
So, I just saw a commercial for a new Freddie Kreuger film. Really? How many times are we going to do remakes or sequels? How many more times can Freddie kill someone in their sleep before we decide we're over it? Oh well. I won't be paying to see that crap. There's like 7 other movies before this new one. Speaking of movies...am I the only one that can't wait to buy Avatar on DVD?! It came out on Earth Day (figures, but an excellent marketing strategy...lol). That movie, is sheer awesomeness, even though the storyline has been done fiddyleven times before. Sheer awesomeness. Pandora was beautiful...but not so beautiful that I would kill myself like I read about folks doing. That was just sheer madness.
So, I haven't told a lot of people, but I semi-got-laid-off. I guess that's why I got emotional with that ticket thing from the first paragraph. I've never not had $74 before. I've had to make some decisions that I haven't had to make before...it's rough. I've been trying to keep a smile on my face for the world outside, but inside, I feel like I'm slowly dying. But, to give up would be a losing move, so I have to keep on trucking, I guess. ::kanye shrug:: It's amazing how when you're down...no one can help you, but when someone needs help, I'm always like the first there. Oh well again...lol. No use crying over some spilled milk, yanno?
Well, I was talking to my ex (because now we're bffs and shit) about my damn struggle with getting a guy that isn't a horny nutcase attracted to me. I always get the horny jokers. The other day, I had this guy who is really into church and everything tell me that he thinks I'm tempting and that he would sleep with me. Then he followed it up with "I would marry you". Really? That's what's hot in the streets? We have a conversation about your job, you stare at me for a little bit and that's what comes out of your mouth? Word? Oh, okay. Then I got a phone call from another dude who said he wanted to see me because he wants to "lick all over your body. I'm even thinking your toes". Really? You felt the need to tell me that? That's what's hot in the streets now? Got it. iQuit.
What else can I ramble on while I'm awake? Oh yeah. So, I decided that I want a spacebag system. I have a whole bunch of stuff I need to minimize and I don't really have a lot of closet space. That would save me dumb space. Like wordisms. I could shrink all my sweaters and all the pajama stuff I don't really wear (even though I probably COULD throw it out...but that makes too much sense because what if I want it later...lol). I'm excited for it, actually. How big of a geek am I for THAT one? HUGE. I'm a grande geek. It tickles my fancy. I'll have so much drawer and closet space available soon. Not that I can buy anything to fill up the space ::side eye:: This broke shit is for the birds!!! I'm gonna go get a damn part-time job somewhere. Either that or become a damn gigolo. I hear they make bank. I would need some hoes, though. I'll be like the chick in Hung on HBO...or is it Shotime. Oh well, either way you know wtf show I'm talking about and that's all that matters. That's all that matters...lol.
G'day to you!
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Blog #9 - Are you there, God...it's me, Twinki...
So, with everything going on, I have the undeniable urge to have a talk with God. For those that don't know, my talks with God are rather "different" from most, from what I hear. I literally sit and just talk. And talk. And talk some more. My line sister had the pleasure of being on the phone with me when I had the need to have a talk with Him and she laughed at my approach. Not the message...just the approach. I know that God is an omnipotent being and that he is everywhere...so I figure He has to be on the innernets too. Maybe He has an alert set up for when someone posts His name, he gets a message on a cloud and He looks. That would be awesome. God, I'm still going to have a wrap session with you once I'm done with the innernet version. Here goes:
Hi God, it's me again. I just wanted to talk to You about a few things...get a wrap session going. I'm probably all discombobulated and will run off at the mouth on a tangent, but You already know that. I know that You've heard me say that April is not my month, but I know that You work in mysterious ways. I wanted to thank You for all of the moving and shaking You did to help Stephanie and I out...I humbly accept Your Gracious gifts in Your name. I gave my friend the news You gave to Stephanie about the move and he said that "good things happen to good people"...I haven't been feeling very good. I've just been so bogged down and worried and emotional and sad and I don't know where it's coming from because I know that through You all things are possible...but still, yanno? I hope you do, because I don't. I'd like to thank You for all that You have done and given me. I thought blogging would work, but I don't feel like this is coming out right, so I'll redo it live and in person before I go to bed.
But before I go...I know that You had to take Mike and Nia because you needed them; could You send them a message that they are dearly missed and that they are loved very much. And can You tell my father, Grandma, Papa, Granny and all of my friends that I said hi? Thank you.
Amen.
Hi God, it's me again. I just wanted to talk to You about a few things...get a wrap session going. I'm probably all discombobulated and will run off at the mouth on a tangent, but You already know that. I know that You've heard me say that April is not my month, but I know that You work in mysterious ways. I wanted to thank You for all of the moving and shaking You did to help Stephanie and I out...I humbly accept Your Gracious gifts in Your name. I gave my friend the news You gave to Stephanie about the move and he said that "good things happen to good people"...I haven't been feeling very good. I've just been so bogged down and worried and emotional and sad and I don't know where it's coming from because I know that through You all things are possible...but still, yanno? I hope you do, because I don't. I'd like to thank You for all that You have done and given me. I thought blogging would work, but I don't feel like this is coming out right, so I'll redo it live and in person before I go to bed.
But before I go...I know that You had to take Mike and Nia because you needed them; could You send them a message that they are dearly missed and that they are loved very much. And can You tell my father, Grandma, Papa, Granny and all of my friends that I said hi? Thank you.
Amen.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Blog #8 - Angel Standing By...
I haven't blogged in a minute and while I had a happy go lucky update, I woke up to some sad news and have decided to dedicate this post to the memory of Mike, one of my favorite brothers of Alpha Phi Alpha Fraternity, Inc. at the Iota "Death" Rho Chapter.
I met Mike at a Meet the Greeks, probably in Fall 2003...maybe even before...but definitely at least Fall 2003. One of the sweetest guys I've met. I wish I had my old camera because I know I had some pics of him on there with Lucky and Mike the Remix. Mike eventually became my "chapter Alphas" due to the revival at Seton Hall and even though there were brothers at SHU, he was always still around. My heart is saddened at the news and the loss of not just a fellow Greek, but a compadre.
To the brothers of Iota Rho - I know that no words will soothe the pain that you feel, but please know that my heart goes out to you in your time of need. Please know that Mike is now an angel, looking upon you all with pride and joy.
I dedicate this song to Mike, Nia and Iota Rho.
I met Mike at a Meet the Greeks, probably in Fall 2003...maybe even before...but definitely at least Fall 2003. One of the sweetest guys I've met. I wish I had my old camera because I know I had some pics of him on there with Lucky and Mike the Remix. Mike eventually became my "chapter Alphas" due to the revival at Seton Hall and even though there were brothers at SHU, he was always still around. My heart is saddened at the news and the loss of not just a fellow Greek, but a compadre.
To the brothers of Iota Rho - I know that no words will soothe the pain that you feel, but please know that my heart goes out to you in your time of need. Please know that Mike is now an angel, looking upon you all with pride and joy.
I dedicate this song to Mike, Nia and Iota Rho.
Monday, March 8, 2010
Blog #7 - Let's Play Catch-Up...
So I know it's been a minute since I blogged and lemme tell you, I feel like shit about it. Who knew that blogging could release so much shit inside of you and make your head feel so much less groggy? So, anywho, here goes:
A LOT of my friends are having kids or already have kids. I think I need to stay away from the water that these heffalumps are drinking. But then, part of me wonders if I'd be a good mom. Like, do I have that mommy-gene. Sometimes I see myself holding a baby and I think I'd be a good mom, but I always told myself that I want to be married before I have kids. BUT...by the current look of things, my eggs might dry up before I even find someone I like, let alone want to marry and who wants to marry me. That's pure fuckery, yo. Pure, unadulterated fuckery. It's also kind of a slightly depressing thought. Here they are, moving on with their lives, being parents and shit and I'm just single...and partying. Not that I mind the partying, but there are some times when I just want to lay up under my boyfriend and watch movies or go on a double date and stuff. But, I hereby digress...lol.
So now I'm currently sick. I think I have pinkeye in both of my eyes AND a sore throat, which is SO not baller. But, luckily I have a doctor's appointment for tonight. Watch her say that I have SARS or something. That would be just my luck. I know it. On another note and going back to the first paragraph...morning sickness must be a BEYOTCH. You can have that one...lol. But back to being sick. I don't know whether I want to be hot or cold. I turn the air on and in about 20 minutes I'm freezing. I turn it off and in like 3 minutes I'm hot. WTF is goings on...lol.
I just singlehandedly destroyed my work pants. Apparently there was a blue Sharpie pen in the pocket of one of my pants and BAM...EXPLOSION! My dryer is blue. I tried to clean it up as best I could, but I think that was an epic fail today. I definitely got blue ink on one of my work pants, but lucky the pen didn't damage anything else like it could have. That would have been beast.
So, I went to the doctor today because I thought I had pinkeye and strep. Turns out, I have a beast ass viral infection that is clogging all my shit up: eyes, nose, throat. Apparently, I'm supposed to wait everything out and flush it all out with Natural Tears, Robitussin, Mucinex and fluids. BEASTMODE, man. Pure beastmode...as my eyes itch. If everything clears up and my eyes don't, then I have to go back. It's SO HARD to try and not scratch my eyes. I want to rub them sooooo badly; it's the worst feeling ever right now...aside from my throat. That is beastmode too. Not a fan whatsoever.
So, onto another topic - I had this friend from back in the day that I lost contact with and I randomly saw him at a club that he was working at (he's a DJ). Said hey and all that good jazz and he intro'd me to his girl. Cool beans. Saw him the next week, sans girl and he didn't wanna give me a hug because "streets are watching". Seriously? I've known you since I was like 6 and you can't give me a hug because your girl is insecure? Word? That's what's hot in the streets? Okay. Got it. I didn't say anything to him when I left the bar and when I walked past the big ass window, out of my peripheral, I saw him look at me and I just looked at him and sort of just shook my head. I can't stand people like that. Just because you have a girl or man doesn't mean that you just stop showing love to those you were cool with from back in the day. Especially if we've been cool for over 15 years. Grow a pair of nuts and then come talk to me. Until then, I have made it my mission to just not acknowledge his presence ever in life.
I think that's everything that I needed to update the world on...lol.
Until the next time!
A LOT of my friends are having kids or already have kids. I think I need to stay away from the water that these heffalumps are drinking. But then, part of me wonders if I'd be a good mom. Like, do I have that mommy-gene. Sometimes I see myself holding a baby and I think I'd be a good mom, but I always told myself that I want to be married before I have kids. BUT...by the current look of things, my eggs might dry up before I even find someone I like, let alone want to marry and who wants to marry me. That's pure fuckery, yo. Pure, unadulterated fuckery. It's also kind of a slightly depressing thought. Here they are, moving on with their lives, being parents and shit and I'm just single...and partying. Not that I mind the partying, but there are some times when I just want to lay up under my boyfriend and watch movies or go on a double date and stuff. But, I hereby digress...lol.
So now I'm currently sick. I think I have pinkeye in both of my eyes AND a sore throat, which is SO not baller. But, luckily I have a doctor's appointment for tonight. Watch her say that I have SARS or something. That would be just my luck. I know it. On another note and going back to the first paragraph...morning sickness must be a BEYOTCH. You can have that one...lol. But back to being sick. I don't know whether I want to be hot or cold. I turn the air on and in about 20 minutes I'm freezing. I turn it off and in like 3 minutes I'm hot. WTF is goings on...lol.
I just singlehandedly destroyed my work pants. Apparently there was a blue Sharpie pen in the pocket of one of my pants and BAM...EXPLOSION! My dryer is blue. I tried to clean it up as best I could, but I think that was an epic fail today. I definitely got blue ink on one of my work pants, but lucky the pen didn't damage anything else like it could have. That would have been beast.
So, I went to the doctor today because I thought I had pinkeye and strep. Turns out, I have a beast ass viral infection that is clogging all my shit up: eyes, nose, throat. Apparently, I'm supposed to wait everything out and flush it all out with Natural Tears, Robitussin, Mucinex and fluids. BEASTMODE, man. Pure beastmode...as my eyes itch. If everything clears up and my eyes don't, then I have to go back. It's SO HARD to try and not scratch my eyes. I want to rub them sooooo badly; it's the worst feeling ever right now...aside from my throat. That is beastmode too. Not a fan whatsoever.
So, onto another topic - I had this friend from back in the day that I lost contact with and I randomly saw him at a club that he was working at (he's a DJ). Said hey and all that good jazz and he intro'd me to his girl. Cool beans. Saw him the next week, sans girl and he didn't wanna give me a hug because "streets are watching". Seriously? I've known you since I was like 6 and you can't give me a hug because your girl is insecure? Word? That's what's hot in the streets? Okay. Got it. I didn't say anything to him when I left the bar and when I walked past the big ass window, out of my peripheral, I saw him look at me and I just looked at him and sort of just shook my head. I can't stand people like that. Just because you have a girl or man doesn't mean that you just stop showing love to those you were cool with from back in the day. Especially if we've been cool for over 15 years. Grow a pair of nuts and then come talk to me. Until then, I have made it my mission to just not acknowledge his presence ever in life.
I think that's everything that I needed to update the world on...lol.
Until the next time!
Monday, February 15, 2010
Blog #6 - Random Ramblings, part deux
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.
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 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.
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