Mary J. Blige - I'm Goin' Down

I just love this song. Not for any particular reason...I've just always loved Mary's voice and she KILLED this song. Sometimes I feel the need to take myself back and listen to some REAL music. Lately, I've been getting a little too used to this nonsense these so called "artists" have come up with these days. Currently listening to this on repeat....

Dog Days Are Over

If my dog days were over...
I'd kiss a midget and tell him I loved him.
I'd climb the highest mountain and dance 'til my feet went numb.
I'd dress up everyday just for the hell of it.
I'd move to another state with no plans on how I'd survive.
I'd smoke my cigarettes out of a gold cigarette holder.
I'd hop on a train and make friends with the engineer.
I'd fly to Paris and sit on top of the Eiffel Tower and dream.
I'd buy a chimpanzee and call her Zoey.
I'd finally look myself in the mirror and smile...
If my dog days were over.

Turkey Day Follow Up

So Thanksgiving is over, which means we are even closer to Christmas!!! (which I'm not even all that excited about) but oh well. I'm more excited about New Years than I am for Christmas. Is that bad? Not that I care what you think anyway, but I thought I'd ask for no apparent reason. I'm not even going to do the whole bullshit new year's resolution thing this year either. I fail every time. So I've decided to just give up. Plus, I think I like me the way I am. Finally. Why change?...

Although...I know QUITE a few people who should maybe start on a list for themselves. But I won't name any names.

My build-a-bear is smiling at me :) <----random, but I just looked up for a second and he was so cute.

Anyway, I kind of wish we had some type of Thanksgiving leftovers. That's the only sucky part about my mom NOT cooking on Thanksgiving. I sort of forgot the point in this blog, but...I aint got shit else to do and that's why my fingers are still in action. (still in action of typing, not for anything else) I promise. Freak.

Why do they call black friday black friday? <----random again. I know. And I really don't have any explanation for this random thought.

I wish I wasn't broke so I could buy good gifts this year, buuuuut....it's the thought that counts, right?? :D
I just hope nobody gets me a "thought that counts" gift :/
Although, the only thing I really want for Christmas is a tattoo. Well, a half sleeve. Which will take more than one sitting, but if I could do it in one sitting, I would. Oh...and some clothes would be nice...
I also need a pair of black ugg boots. And maybe some new brown ones too. But that's not as important as the black ones. Oh yea, and some jewelery and make-up too. I love make-up. And jewelery.
That's all though. I swear.

Is clear a color? Or is it just like..a non-color adjective?
...I guess you get it by now that I just have random thoughts at times.

I miss last night. I had fun. I'm glad I don't really get hangovers. I'm ready to do it all over again. Which I will. So I'm going to get ready now.
Peace. Love. & Hello Kitty.

Facebook Note. Nothing New.

(fist half was written on September 21, 2009 and second half was written on September 16, 2010....both were supposed "to be continued"...but i just combined the two together)

Another day, no more dollars
And to swallow the truth, is getting even harder.
Living hell on earth, full of pain, and left here to suffer
All the solutions in the world couldn't help me recover.
Growing up to die, dying to grow a failure
Trying to move forward, but there's always a barrier.
Judge me, hate me, kill me softly
Throw the names at me that they all have already called me.
You're wasting your time, wasted has been mine
I’m twisted the wrong side up, as a six is to a nine.
Rain has poured on me, the storm is slowly chasing
I'm running past demons who are smiling and waving.
My life you don't know, I keep it on the low
My heart is what my sleeve continues to hold…
As the waves crash down, my spirit seems to follow
The failure of yesterday and the darkness of tomorrow.
Freedom reigns, but not in this place
The greatness of my life gets harder to trace.
Numb emotionally, but I see the pain
The pictures of the past remain in my brain.
Yielding to disaster, as destruction flies by
Nothing to stop and answer the simple question "why."
Why my heart cries out to the seas
Why my spirit struggles to be free.
Why my eyes look right and my body goes left
Why every ruining of my life, my memory has kept....

BUT...

...just where my mind takes me sometimes.

As the waves crash down, my spirit seems to follow
The failure of yesterday and the darkness of tomorrow.
Freedom reigns, but not in this place
The greatness of my life gets harder to trace.
Numb emotionally, but I see the pain
The pictures of the past remain in my brain.
Yielding to disaster, as destruction flies by
Nothing to stop and answer the simple question "why."
Why my heart cries out to the seas
Why my spirit struggles to be free.
Why my eyes look right, and my body goes left
Why every ruining of life, my memory has kept....(to be continued)

Rough Start, End Smart

Always at war, fighting battles I know I'd never win
But something keeps me pushing and fighting 'til the end.
The clock continues to race, but I move at a steady pace
No missing out on obstacles I should probably face.
My head nods as my body shakes
Will not say no until I've taken all I can take.
Pressing on fearless and strong
Not even knowing if it's where I belong.
The intricate journey to an anonymous place
Hoping in the end, it doesn't lead to fate..

Time never runs out, but a clock won't tick for a life time.
My heartbeat is my clock, and I realize my life is on the line.
I take my steady pace and begin to race
Not knowing what I've begun to chase.
But the battles are easier to fight, the burdens feel light
So whatever I'm chasing must be all right...

Bitch Nigga Remedy, Please?

2010 has been an odd year so far. Males are really starting to surprise me with their female type actions. Jumping into bitch drama when unnecessary, bitching when there is nothing to bitch about, and calling girls bitches/whores just because we don't give a muther fuck about them.

It's been nice to see the weakness of a "man"...#Not
It's been slightly annoying.

And it's funny how they are so quick to call a girl a slide for the dumbest shit.
"Oh, you unfollowed me on twitter? okay, SLIDE!" <--- (happened to my friend)
"Oh, you stole my beer? you SLIDE!" <---- (happened to me last night)
"Oh, you don't wana see me? that's fine, SLIDE!" <--- (happened to me 2 nights ago)
Uuuum, when I suck all your friend's dick, come back to you, then go back around, THEN you can call me a slide. Until then, shut the fuck up and quit acting like a bitch. Thanks.

And DON'T act all hard when you see me like you don't wanna see me. Then text me as SOON as I leave your sight asking me what I'm doing...
.........Pop up on my facebook chat EVERYTIME I sign on...
....Text me "So we don't speak?" when I walk by you and didn't notice yo ass.

WHAT. THE. FUCK.

when I DO speak, you can't even look at me, won't even make conversation, and act like you're too good. THAT'S why I pretend you're not there.

um, you're LAME and really should try NOT walking around like you're the shit.
I promise you're NOT.
"When a man is wrapped up in himself he makes a pretty small package."
- John Ruskin

And stop telling me what I need to do. Thanks.
"A word to the wise ain’t necessary, it is the stupid ones who need all the advice."
- Bill Cosby

And #shoutout to all the dudes out there who call themselves men, who really are bitches...

If she just wanted to smash, she just wanted to smash. Stop trying to wife her.

If she's hanging out with guys all time, it doesn't always mean she's fucking them. So stop calling her a hoe.

If she wants to give her number out, who the fuck cares. What's the difference between you asking for a number and her giving hers out?

If she's twerkin' it in the club, let her do her thang. At least she's not jumping up and down with her shoes off, huddled up with her ratchet ass friends, shaking her weave like they dreads, and chanting waka flocka lyrics right along with the goons.

sry, I hate when females act ghetto. #NotCute

Anyway, DAMN..why are males so worried about what us females are doing these days? Do they really have nothing better to do?

I miss the good ol' days when none of this mattered. I sometimes wish I could go back to being ten. My boyfriend only got mad at me if I scored a higher grade than him on a test or some shit like that. Or if i didn't want to play with him during recess. The stupid shit that was actually cute.

And what's up with the ex boyfriend's pulling these bitch moves?
It's kind of sad. You're NEVER a man for throwing information back at a female to try and hurt them. We may me tough, but we do still have feelings. Sorry they're not feelings for you though. *shrugs*
But thank you for letting me know I should never trust a guy with personal information. All they will do is throw it in your face when they are angry with you.

I can close my eyes to things I do not want to see, close my ears to things I do not want to hear, but I can't close my heart to things I don't want to feel.

Yea, you hurt me. But I'm not going to waste my time and fight back.
"If you lose your temper, you've lost the argument."
And I feel you've lost it once you threw that at me. So sorry dude, YOU LOSE.

But I dare you to put your hands on a female. I'll fight until I can't fight anymore. Not caring if I win or lose in the end. I won't let myself walk away from a situation like that and let you think I think it's okay.

That's a Bitch move.

I feel like this blog is longer than expected. So I will wrap it up before I actually get mad, start calling names, and put people on blast for no reason. That's not what I want to do...
....is it??

LOL, i'll save that for my next blog ;)