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 ;)

Free Time!

I looked in the mirror and saw disgust,
I looked behind me constantly.
I looked down and never saw up,
I struggled to think clearly.

I look in the mirror, I am free,
I will never look behind.
My head is high, the world no longer has me beat,
And time has cleared my mind.

The Road Goes On Forever, but the Party Never Ends.

So I invited the pistols over to my boys' place, and yes, we got fuuuucckkedd uuuppp, had a ball, and will do it all over again very soon.
Just because that's how we roll.
LOVE our lives. If we did nothing wrong, then we'd never do anything ;)

















I live for the nights I can't remember with the people I'll never forget.

















Time is never wasted when youre wasted all the time.

















We may be bad, but we're perfectly good at it.

















If life is a waste of time and time is a waste of life, then lets get wasted and have the time of our lives.
And we say, "FUCK the PO-lice!"

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Cruisin' downtown with maya (a new pretty pistol) and Tina baby trying to find wtf to do for the night. Somebody hits me up on twitter and says him and his boy are having a get together. Okay, that's an option...
My boy Marcus aka LongDickHer hits me up saying "come thru, bottles on deck."
That's not even an option, that's a HELL YES.
Get to LongDickHer's place (or whoever's place it was) and some dude yells "Twinkletoez!" (that's my name on Facebook). I give him the blank stare and say "who are you?" He says "You follow me on twitter!"
@ImScrewedup <--- (Follow him. he's the coolest)
I say "Ohhhhh!! BUCKNASTY!?"...
yep, it was him.
I say aloud, "Wait, u told me about a get together today at ur boys place. LongDickHer must be your boy. And this must be the get together you were talking about."
About 20 minutes after that, Stephanie and Jasmine show up and from then on, we had a goooooodd assss night. Mad I still don't even know BuckNasty's real name tho. SMFH.

Dogs never bite me. Just humans.

I don't mind living in a man's world as long as I can be a woman in it.
So please treat me like a woman.
I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.
You already showed me you can't handle me at my worst, and now that I'm at my best, you at least want to be friends. I approach you as a friend and you approach me like a dog. Fuck you, you can't handle me at my best either.

I HATE you for treating me less than I really am.

I may have been selfish, but was only selfish for you. I was only impatient waiting for you. I was only insecure because you only noticed my flaws.

I'm happy now. I love my myself. I love my life. I don't care about what you or others think. I smile even when things don't go my way. Your harsh words don't bother me anymore. My bad memories are finally starting to fade away. I'm mad I used to think I needed you...because now I see,
It was you that needed me.

So go ahead and be the dog that I will never fuck with again, and BITE ME.



P.S
I will never let anyone take advantage of my kindness again. I am no longer afraid to stand up for myself. I WILL tell you you're wrong if you're wrong. I will never apologize for something that wasn't even wrong. I will not force myself to care about you anymore. I really do NOT like you. (so stop begging). I will no longer try to help you. I will no longer let you depend on me for your happiness. I will no longer "shutup and let you speak." I will no longer let you get away with your bullshit again....because I'M the one who will walk away now. For good. I can't be your friend, because you STILL treat me the same.

fuck you, your thoughts, and your life.
Thanks.

Red Roses' and Bleeding Hearts

I have plenty of guy friends but I dont really "like" a lot of boys, mainly because I feel that they all play games and because of the fact that I have guy friends I hear how they talk about girls; while it can be funny its also pretty pitiful how hard these girls go for someone that doesnt even like them(lol if they only knew what I knew). Also I hate seeing miserable girls crying all the time because of some stupid shit a boy did or didnt do for her. So personally I just find it easier to not be bothered with the bullshit. Plus I am determined to enjoy my life while I still can, I'll be damned if I'm going to spend my youth crying, and being sad over a guy that I'm not even going to know in a few years....

But of course there is an exception to every rule, and he is my exception. The things he can make me do are shameful and he seems to make me feel like I can do anything. Whenever I'm with him I never want it to end but the time seems to fly by. Its crazy that I wake up thinking about him and fall asleep wanting him. I find it totally insane that when I'm not with him I spend my time wondering if he is thinking about me. Yet unless he reads this blog, he will never know that he makes me melt every time he looks at me; nor will he know that his voice makes me blush and his touch makes me completely submissive.

Why???

Because while it seems to be a picture perfect situation it can quickly turn into something horrific. I will never fully be able to trust him with my emotions because I will always be scared of what he might do with them. I'm terrified that as soon as I let go, thinking that he is doing the same, some other bitch is going to come out of the air talking about "he is hers". Everyone that knows me knows I define the "I dont give a fuck" attitude, but if that were to happen in more than sure that I would be heartbroken. Another thing is that he can tell me all he wants that he likes me the same and try as hard as he wants, but with all the fucked up shit that I have seen guys do to the girls that I love I just cant bring myself to believe it.

So I have committed the ultimate fuck up!!!

But fuck it I'm not going to tell him!!

#nowplaying

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!