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Is there such thing as "Perfection" when it comes to Guys??

So I was recently asked by someone, "What kind of guys do you like??" and its a question that I get asked all the time and the rehearsed answer is, "Guys that are actually doing something with their lives!!" But to be honest I have never really thought of what my "Perfect" type of guy would be like. Today though, as I sat bored around my house because my car is sick and none of my pistols will come get me (lol), I really thought about what the "Perfect" guy would be that knocked me off my feet and would really make me change.

So here goes:
My perfect guy would ideally be brown skin, he would be taller than me, which isnt hard because I am shorter than everyone. He would be focused on life and determined to get the things that he wanted out of it. He would be able to help me stay focused on who I was and because I would constantly take care of the things he needed he would always make sure that I had the things that I needed. He would be slightly jealous and a little over protective, but not to a level of craziness. He would demand respect, but never fell short of giving me the utmost respect. He would be sarcastic and have the same odd sense of humor that I have, he'd be playful. He would have a smile that made my heart melt and eyes that I would love to stare into all the time. He would need me and ask me to do things for him that he could do himself, just because he knows that I like to feel needed. He would never forget a holiday even if for whatever reason we were far apart, he'd find some way to do something special. He would be strong but always gentle when dealing with me and my feelings. He would respect me and listen to my opinion. He would be fascinated by me and really want to learn who I was and what I thought about. He would be sweet and then the very next day be an asshole. We would argue because he wouldnt hesitate to tell me if something I was doing was wrong or just not the best idea. He would be my friend and my protector and I would be his rock and his caregiver and together we would provide for each other......


Think this is all a fairytale that I made up?? Unfortunately its not. I met this perfect man in passing and with everything in me I wanted to tell him that he is everything I dream of; but of course me being the tainted, victimized girl I am I ignored all his "perfect" qualities and sent him away.

Too bad for me, because now I will forever search for his one of a kind perfection!

What's good for the goose....

Look at me posting quickly...

i'm posting because i feel like i needed to disappear for a minute before i go stir fucking crazy.. first i want to call out Ryan, who not only is our sole pretty pistol reader, but the founding father of Stoner's lounge, the most kick ass blog EVER!!! or maybe because the pistols have nothing but love for our boy.... but Ryan, seriously, you're a good guy.. stay that way, please... thanx for talking me out of being an angry little pistol (not a revolver, cause those mu'fuckas only got six rounds and my aim ain't all there).

so yes, lovelies... i was in a sorry ass mood and i shouldn't be, cause I'm Stephanie Mu'fuckin Carter and i've been through a lot worse... so yeah, ENOUGH, that is all i'll say about this....

let me get to the good stuff...

Songs i heard and liked recently

and to think i used to hate GaGa, like i used to think this bitch is some pompous self proclaimed artist, but now it makes sense.. bitch is going somewhere... i like her.

shit puts me to sleep i like it.

now, i don't like the Killers, yeah fuck you, i hear your boos and hisses and i don't give a fuck... but this version of that dreadful song opened my eyes the lyrics are really good... still don't like the Killers, tho... FUCK 'EM....

now this song i heard one day a long ass time ago when I was watching some HORRIBLE Josh Hartnett movie on FX. (Dear FX, how are you gonna give birth to such beauties like Always Sunny In Philadelphia and Nip Tuck and then play that shit... that's just wrong)... yeah i forgot the title but this song plays and i liked it... i like the raspy voice and the drums tapping away all calm and shiz..

oh and the lyrics are feeling right 'bout now...
"I've been down and I'm wondering why/ these little black clouds keep walk around with me/ with me/ It wastes time/ and I'd rather be high..."

oh and another Sade song, yeah i know.. but i really love Sade... like i want to be her shadow, I used to steal my dad's Sade Love Deluxe CD she had which included Diamond Life, Promise,and Love Deluxe and I'd pretend I was on stage and sing Sally and Smooth Operator ...yeah i don't give a fuck i'll be the first to admit it. she's talented and beautiful and really under appreciated. she's back tho, and i'm shocked no one else is dying like me and my sis are...

i just found out Maino went off on her song and i almost died... WTF?! SIT THE FUCK DOWN, MAINO. ARE YOU SERIOUS? HAVE SOME FUCKING RESPECT.. SADE IS DIETY... THIS SHADY MOTHERFUCKER... sorry that to me is just wrong... but i'll post it cause he did decently, but really.. this is Sade.

see, Ry, i'm all smiles now... good looking out.

Carter's Dating Manifesto

i've always been a very firm believer of "say what you mean and mean what you say". Like don't say you love someone if you really don't. i'd rather us date for ten years and you never say you love me, then us date for a week and you said it after three days and didn't really mean it. it's useless, right? oh, and none of that..' I thought I loved you', bullshit. when you really love someone you know. like it just makes sense and it doesn't change after a week or a month or a year. Or maybe that's just how i love. so that's why i don't say it a lot or very often. because i love hard. when I say it I really mean it.

When i give in, when i give a guy a chance, i'm really giving a guy a chance. like i'm really trying to be with you. if i didn't i wouldn't say it. I'd fuck and walk away. easy. just like that. I'm straight forward and i expect my significant others to be the same way. Don't fuck with me basically. If you want me for some superficial reason i usually find out. My time is precious and i know i have a lot to offer, so if you want to fuck me; let me know. i'll fuck and leave. if you want me for the way i look; try to sprout some brain cells and try to be a better person. but if you want to make me happy and be happy in return let me know, cause I, nor you will live forever...

since this foreign concept seems to elude so many individuals, i'll bump this shit until further notice....

College Countdown/Snuggie Fail

So, I'm 4 days away from being a freshman in college. I was excited until today came. Then I was like shit..I'm kind of afraid. Not afraid of meeting new people, being on my own, and all that. But afraid of having to do school work again, cafeteria food, and the worst ---> HALLWAY BATHROOMS. OHMYGOD..I literally cried when I found out I had to deal with a hallway bathroom. It makes my skin crawl just thinking about it.

On a good note though, I know my roommate and very happy about rooming with her =]

And I'm pretty much ready..I just gotta mentally prepare myself.
My mommy bought me everything I needed today. We spent ALL day shopping. It was tiring, but I was not going to complain. I am very blessed to have a mother and father who is paying for me to go to college, paying for my computer, paying for my insurance, paying my cell phone bill,..etc.

Call me and my sister spoiled if you want. I just call us BLESSED. We are far from spoiled though. Our parents just believe it is a parent's duty to provide for their children. They chose to have us, and didn't expect us or want us to have to do it all on our own. Plus, they know in the future when they grow old, the tables will turn, and WE will care for THEM.

OKAY, so...enough about school n shit. I really want to get this off my chest and let the world know what I think about these pieces of SHIT.


YES, snuggies are a piece of shit. I was soooo disappointed when I got home, rushed to open my snuggie, and the cheap material was all itchy n shit. And it didnt even have a foot pocket like my sister's..

And WTF is this guy doin?


lmfao...they still suck tho.

..Wanna know why my snuggie was not nearly as great as my sister's??...
Well, it's because hers isn't an actual "snuggie" (as seen on tv) I recommend NOBODY buy those shits. I took mine right back after searching on the internet for a Berkshire Blanket Cozy All Over. <--- now THOSE are incredible. But I almost cried after me and my mom called almost every store in charlotte that sold them, and they were all sold out :( So I just took my cheap ass snuggie back to Bed Bath and Beyond and decided to look for a Cozy All Over even though they already told me they had no more. But you know what...those mother fuckers LIED. There was ONE more! :D
So I'm happy. Warm. Not ichty. and Cozy All Over.

Goody Goody Gum Drop

As I sit here, leg hanging off the arm rest of the couch, sweats on, looney tunes boxers underneath, and hoody, I've come to the conlusion that this year of 2010 is going to be no different than 2009. Maybe slighty, but no major changes. I'm sick of people writing down their long ass lists of "new years resolutions" and then not do shit about it but talk about it. And yes, I'm #guilty. I've been saying I'm going to lose 20 pounds for the past 3 years..but it never happens. I've only gained. smh. BUT that's why I've decided that this year will not be a drastic change, I'm not making any new years resolutions, and I'm just guna accept the fact that I'm a fatass now. Why change?? I like me. I will be starting school and just plan to be successful. That's what 2010 will hold for me. JUST a successful year. That is all.

I did say I will make some slight changes though...

Lessons learned from 2009:
1. I will never stop at a gas station in the hood by myself again
2. I will never put weave in my hair again
3. I will never attempt to throw a house party again
4. I will never cheat..again. yes, #guilty again O_o
5. I will never sit with brian gandy in church again
6. I will never shave drunk again
7. I will never answer a private number again
8. I will try not to forget to put on deodorant
9. I will never fuck. be in a good mood. then post my experience on this blog.
10. I will never fuck in my car again #fail
11. I will never smile at a sweet text message just to read SIKE at the bottom of it again
12. I will never fall for somebody KNOWING I will never have them
13. I will never get drunk at the beach with Jasmine or Stephanie again..maybe
14. I will never drink Erikas juice again
15. I will never fuck a guy with an extremely large penis, then try to be happy with an average size penis again
16. I will never buy anything off ebay again
17. I will never fart in my cat's presence again. (that bitch just bit me and ran)

So..those are some things I have learned in 2009 that will not happen in 2010. See, just little things. 2009 was a good year and I'm hoping the same for this year. And as for me, I will still be ME.

Top THREE 2009 memories:

-Trying anal sex #amazing (why I gotta lie for?) just #keepinit100
-Alcohol hunt at myrtle beach with the pistols, then finding a pool hall who didn't give a fuck about our age and not spending a dime.
-Getting my car :)
......Making life long friends. Finally realizing I should be worried about pleasing nobody but myself and God. And discovering T-mobile is by far the SHITTIEST service ever.

This upcoming year is guna be super awesome. The one thing I WOULD like to see though, is more people reading our blog! I feel like Ryan Douglas is the only one who actually cares and takes time to read. So thankyou Ryan, this is why you are my favorite.

one last 2009 memory:
-meeting Ryan! =]

[he's basically...THE SHIT.]

p.s
I pretty much just wrote this because I was bored, and nobody has blogged in a while, and I can't sleep.

And I realized after reading it, I really do talk about sex alot. #dontjudgeme