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Youtube Groove of the day: T-Pain Feat. Chris Brown - Freeze
Wednesday, January 7, 2009 0 commentsEy, cant flake. This song pretty much does get to grooving though.
[Other note. I'm in the process of moving all my other blocks to this right here Thanks]
Ey, Bet you didnt know THIS much from my blogs..did you?
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Okay. So I ended up being tagged to the infamous "25 things you dont know about me" movement. Fun? Right. "Wrote a song bout it... like to hear it? Here goes."
- I'm terrified of that song "dont worry, be happy". Ever since a child, hated the song. The video pretty much still scares the shit out of me.
- Used to <--key word.... Have a fetish for light skinned women. Not very "pase'" when it comes to brown women, but I've learned to like and want them more. Diversiying options.
- I'm a horrible liar. Mostly because I'll say it, and it comes off like a lie. Question is.. Did I just lie about that statement? Hmm...
- Have a phobia about red nail polish. Something about it. Scary. Sue me.
- Think women should shave or wax. Its 2009, no reason for you to have a afropuffs on your cooter region. Not saying all women should take clippers to their whispering eye area.. but still.. That "oh I trim" thing.. Uhh yeah.. We'll discuss that in another note. It;ll be long. Wait for it....
- I never publically speak or broadcast family issues or problems. Granted..my father will deal with consequences later in life... Still dont speak on shit like that.
- HATE the following terms: [Maybe, I dont know, I'll think about it. ] I live in a yes or no world. I suggest you do the same. I've sassed endless amounts of people who "get by" on half ass answers. Half asses dont get shit. - Anonymous [really me on the low though. Shh.]
- Determined to learn to play the piano [like Fio].
- In elementary school, I cheated on my fourth grade girlfriend with her friend. She forgave me though. [First and only time I'll ever admit that.]
- Went to a psychologist in middle school. People pissed me off. And I was going through puberty. But I'm all better now. Even though that bitch ass dude took my journals I used to write as reference, and never gave them back. "i needs those".
- I'm easy to get to. I have a hard shell, but once you slip through, anything you say and do negatively.. yeah.
- I laugh when I see a group of black girls have that "token white or spanish" girl in their click that dress and look better than them. [points and laughs. HAAA! You know you have one!
- Drake will save hip hop.
- As much as I hate Soulja Boy... I must admit.. I have "Soulja Girl" as a song on my ipod. Strange, ey?
- Have unpure thoughts about twins. And I shall make pene [short for penetration] with one before my bedtime [death].
- Lipton Iced Tea pisses me off. Soon as it gets good, I realize the can is empty. Not a good look.
- "Look Who's Talking too" is my favorite movie of all time, outside of "Coming to America". But I will lie to everyone else, and say somethign else.
- The last cd I bought was the "bad boys 2" soundtrack.
- The worse porn I have on my hard drive is: "Fucked Up Facials". [i know. Nasty. I tried to delete it, but.. its funny to show people. So it stays.]
- I used to have a cursing problem. Now, I just swear a lot.
- When I was younger.. Mickey mouse pushed me into a wave pool at Disney World. I almost died. As a result.. I'm afraid of him. Posters and shit creep me out. [ill write a note about this later as well]
- Im nocturnal.
- If I dont have sex in a period of 2,3 weeks. I get really cranky, and start saying some rude vulgar things. [peep my status steelo]
- No kids. <--Sexy.
The "Evolution" for myself.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009 0 comments
Strangely, I've been inspired to write this blog by a woman who writes just as "assertively" as myself.
As I looked at the type of life that I've lived. I've always wondered.. What sins could I possibly be forgiven for? Granted, I've never done anything harsh, besides talked down about a person. But when it somes to the seven deadly sins, I'm completely biased about which ones I've commited. Quite frankly, I'm torn and confused over the moves I should make for the year. Something tells me to take more classes. Then my conscious guides me towards more money. I swear I should pay more attention to the books, get all the accredations needed for a higher salary, but honestly, the learning curve and process is shitty. [Think Kanye's College Dropout]. That cd always makes me feel one way. "No matter how much you fail, your not the only one not succeeding." I'm pretty sure there are people in worse perdiciments than myself though.
So I get a text message from Day. She's been more consistent than I thought she'd end up being. Surprisingly...
Her: I have an idea
Me: And that would be?
Her: U should bring me breakfast
Me: That requires us living together
Her: lol and y is that
Me: Quite frankly getting too old for sleeping solo
Her: So I have to share a bed with you to get an au bon pain muffin
Me: Not necessarily. But in the effort you take asking, you could be in route there yourself, wrong?
Slight morning humor, I suppose..
Decided yesterday I'd go browsing into Armani Exchange. Never felt the urge to storm out of a store until then. Granted, not only do they sell H&M fashions with the label "Armani" on it. But people fail to realize the difference between Georgio Armani, and the lower grade. Yet, there was a guy in the store, just browsing, mind you.. yet walking right past the sales rack. Why people complain about a recession, but insist on paying $65.95 for a long sheeve t-shirt, is beyond me. Blame my maker for introducing me to Marshalls, TJ Maxx, and the option of being more frugal with my income. Minus my habit for drinking and parlaying.
Guess you live once right?..
With that said, I took time outside of Facebook, and browsing forums, to actually go ahead and sign up for stock alerts. Very intriguing endeavor. Not usually somethign you'd see from me, but I've witnessed first hand someone get $5,000 for a slight bump in points on Wall Street. Better than going to Charlestown's quarter machines. So I even opted to tie my bank account to it to watch. And I'm contemplating being more wiser and getting a TRowe Price savings account to grow investment off it. [At 21, I'm making a lot more sub conscious financial decisions that I failed to since 18.
Digress. Netta showed me an error of my ways in a blog she wrote. So I figured fuck it. If she can do it, and make it work, lets see if a male can make it work. Basically taking her rules, and adding my twist to them. Sounds fail safe, and at this point, I trust her better judgement before anyone elses. As I laugh to myself, I wonder.. If she was born with a dick, and we were born from the same womb, could you consider us "Bang Brothers". Seeing as though we have the same sexual outlook, and pretty much form the same consensus on topics that most just shy away from. Continuing on...
Declaration of Singlehood....
I declare myself to be single... and the single rules are as follows:
I am single until I am no longer Single...
This means that questions like "Who is she?" or "Where were you last night?" are unfucking acceptable. I am my own entity. You play your hand, and so will I. I dont answer to many women, and even the ones I do form a response to get sassed when they cross the line between my business and theres. Had an encounter like this happen recently. "Why do you have a ringback tone? Afraid I'll hear your line beep?". No. I'm afraid you have entirely too much time on your hands to go and listen for a beep between the dial tones. Read a poster or something.
I do not want to talk about your feelings. Ever.
Or my own feelings for that matter.
You had a nice day, great. Felt nothing needed to really be changed here. Self explanatory.
Sex with you does not preclude me from sexual activity with other individuals.
My fuck stick is my own. I will share it as I see fit. No, you are not leasing, renting, or borrowing it. As Beyonce says, I put a ring on it. Therefore if I chose to fuck her, dont question me about it. Especially if you are'nt stepping up.
No sleep overs.
None. I like rollin around in my bed. Alone. At night. <---I rather liked the way this was put. I continue to make no promises as to whether you will end up in my blog or not.
You may. You may not. Identities will be protected. Pseudonyms will be used. <----same as above. No dick coveting.
None.
I play by my own rules.
Rules are tools that you use to win Games and what I realized a long time ago is that the game that others are playing is not necessarily a game I want to win. How I go about my life
I never feel obligated to inform you of my previous partners.
Follow this rule of thumb:
If you think I did.... I probably did. And seeing as though perception is reality, if you think I did it, it doesn't really matter what actually happened.
Fuck it:
Yea I had her before but that happened before. You get mad when you know so just don't ask me no more.
Heed Kanye's words. He is wise, that Mr. West. [starting to think Netta has a thing for dude though]
I reserve the right to overbook.
Overbook, double book, bump reservations. Just because it gets penciled in, don't mean it can't end up getting cancelled. I'm unpredictable. Sometimes I don't even know what I'm about to do. Better options will be offered. I've learned in 2008, females really dont keep calendar, so pretty much, I'll explore options.
I have a pet peeve when it comes to people trying to "Save Me".
I am not broken. I am entitled to like more than just you. And the last thing I hate is a female who attempts to use her past to dictate the actions she makes with the present. Because I'll leave your ass with yesterday. Also, don't patronize me. It infuriates me. [Lil Wayne voice] Beetch.
YOU ARE NOT MY PRIORITY.
When midnight hit, New Years Eve, I felt a shift. In my life. In my priorities. In what I cared about and where I wanted to go in my life. And pussy.... On the back burner. I'd said it before and I'll say it again: I'll start dating again when one of two things happen. Lauren London does a soft porn starring me. That or Michael Jackson gets a suntan. And the way 2009 is going, looks like its going to be a while.
As I looked at the type of life that I've lived. I've always wondered.. What sins could I possibly be forgiven for? Granted, I've never done anything harsh, besides talked down about a person. But when it somes to the seven deadly sins, I'm completely biased about which ones I've commited. Quite frankly, I'm torn and confused over the moves I should make for the year. Something tells me to take more classes. Then my conscious guides me towards more money. I swear I should pay more attention to the books, get all the accredations needed for a higher salary, but honestly, the learning curve and process is shitty. [Think Kanye's College Dropout]. That cd always makes me feel one way. "No matter how much you fail, your not the only one not succeeding." I'm pretty sure there are people in worse perdiciments than myself though.
So I get a text message from Day. She's been more consistent than I thought she'd end up being. Surprisingly...
Her: I have an idea
Me: And that would be?
Her: U should bring me breakfast
Me: That requires us living together
Her: lol and y is that
Me: Quite frankly getting too old for sleeping solo
Her: So I have to share a bed with you to get an au bon pain muffin
Me: Not necessarily. But in the effort you take asking, you could be in route there yourself, wrong?
Slight morning humor, I suppose..
Decided yesterday I'd go browsing into Armani Exchange. Never felt the urge to storm out of a store until then. Granted, not only do they sell H&M fashions with the label "Armani" on it. But people fail to realize the difference between Georgio Armani, and the lower grade. Yet, there was a guy in the store, just browsing, mind you.. yet walking right past the sales rack. Why people complain about a recession, but insist on paying $65.95 for a long sheeve t-shirt, is beyond me. Blame my maker for introducing me to Marshalls, TJ Maxx, and the option of being more frugal with my income. Minus my habit for drinking and parlaying.
Guess you live once right?..
With that said, I took time outside of Facebook, and browsing forums, to actually go ahead and sign up for stock alerts. Very intriguing endeavor. Not usually somethign you'd see from me, but I've witnessed first hand someone get $5,000 for a slight bump in points on Wall Street. Better than going to Charlestown's quarter machines. So I even opted to tie my bank account to it to watch. And I'm contemplating being more wiser and getting a TRowe Price savings account to grow investment off it. [At 21, I'm making a lot more sub conscious financial decisions that I failed to since 18.
Digress. Netta showed me an error of my ways in a blog she wrote. So I figured fuck it. If she can do it, and make it work, lets see if a male can make it work. Basically taking her rules, and adding my twist to them. Sounds fail safe, and at this point, I trust her better judgement before anyone elses. As I laugh to myself, I wonder.. If she was born with a dick, and we were born from the same womb, could you consider us "Bang Brothers". Seeing as though we have the same sexual outlook, and pretty much form the same consensus on topics that most just shy away from. Continuing on...
Declaration of Singlehood....
I declare myself to be single... and the single rules are as follows:
I am single until I am no longer Single...
This means that questions like "Who is she?" or "Where were you last night?" are unfucking acceptable. I am my own entity. You play your hand, and so will I. I dont answer to many women, and even the ones I do form a response to get sassed when they cross the line between my business and theres. Had an encounter like this happen recently. "Why do you have a ringback tone? Afraid I'll hear your line beep?". No. I'm afraid you have entirely too much time on your hands to go and listen for a beep between the dial tones. Read a poster or something.
I do not want to talk about your feelings. Ever.
Or my own feelings for that matter.
You had a nice day, great. Felt nothing needed to really be changed here. Self explanatory.
Sex with you does not preclude me from sexual activity with other individuals.
My fuck stick is my own. I will share it as I see fit. No, you are not leasing, renting, or borrowing it. As Beyonce says, I put a ring on it. Therefore if I chose to fuck her, dont question me about it. Especially if you are'nt stepping up.
No sleep overs.
None. I like rollin around in my bed. Alone. At night. <---I rather liked the way this was put. I continue to make no promises as to whether you will end up in my blog or not.
You may. You may not. Identities will be protected. Pseudonyms will be used. <----same as above. No dick coveting.
None.
I play by my own rules.
Rules are tools that you use to win Games and what I realized a long time ago is that the game that others are playing is not necessarily a game I want to win. How I go about my life
I never feel obligated to inform you of my previous partners.
Follow this rule of thumb:
If you think I did.... I probably did. And seeing as though perception is reality, if you think I did it, it doesn't really matter what actually happened.
Fuck it:
Yea I had her before but that happened before. You get mad when you know so just don't ask me no more.
Heed Kanye's words. He is wise, that Mr. West. [starting to think Netta has a thing for dude though]
I reserve the right to overbook.
Overbook, double book, bump reservations. Just because it gets penciled in, don't mean it can't end up getting cancelled. I'm unpredictable. Sometimes I don't even know what I'm about to do. Better options will be offered. I've learned in 2008, females really dont keep calendar, so pretty much, I'll explore options.
I have a pet peeve when it comes to people trying to "Save Me".
I am not broken. I am entitled to like more than just you. And the last thing I hate is a female who attempts to use her past to dictate the actions she makes with the present. Because I'll leave your ass with yesterday. Also, don't patronize me. It infuriates me. [Lil Wayne voice] Beetch.
YOU ARE NOT MY PRIORITY.
When midnight hit, New Years Eve, I felt a shift. In my life. In my priorities. In what I cared about and where I wanted to go in my life. And pussy.... On the back burner. I'd said it before and I'll say it again: I'll start dating again when one of two things happen. Lauren London does a soft porn starring me. That or Michael Jackson gets a suntan. And the way 2009 is going, looks like its going to be a while.
How Many times can you retro, retro?
Monday, January 5, 2009 0 comments[Dont mind this statement.. float by it]
I call her my Opera. Singing my praises to her family like a choir.
Bound to make her hit hit notes until she gasp for air as if I strangled her thoughts.
Who would've thought, right?
I know damn well I wouldnt have. Im sitting here now comtemplating palming her ass until it oozes between each finger on my hand But excuse my.. damn.
Oh excuse me miss. Over here at word anticipating tossing you some dick.
[Okay..its safe to read from here]
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Still over here at work. Do I want to be? Nah. But the money is right. I'll be here until 7pm. And obviously if you saw above, Im in that horny state of mind. [THINKING ABOUT LAUREN LONDON] May just be too soon to say I'd slide her some, but Im in need just like anyone else. Shit happens. I know one thing, better not show up butt naked in a trench coat, when it aint even raining. Because I'll give her moisture. You KNOW? Wonder what her pussy taste like. Wonder if she can handle backshot. Can she ride dick. Does she moan TOO loud...
[I was forced to watch that scene from 'This Christmas', last night, and it build curiosity.....]
Im sitting here right now listening to R. Kelly I'm A Flirt remix. It's kind of good he stole the song from Bow Wow, he made it better. T-Pain shitted on the track though. Swear everything TPain touches is gold. But people be hating on the homey hard as shit. Wait until that Thr33 Ringz drops. lol. But Rappa Turnt Sanga was CLASSIC. Not as good as Epiphany, but that joint has me over here NODDING. "Going Thru Alot" is the song I played today everytime someone pissed me off in the office. Its my "venting" music. Besides Eminems albums of course. But im not a killer, so I didnt want to hear about chopping up bodies and throwing them over bridges (like Eminem did on the "Kim" track).
Random Thought: Why dont all women suck dick well? Are they scared? Afraid of the peen? In my 21 years, I've had my share of good and bad head. But when it comes to NUTTING off head... Nope. I usually have to fuck prior, or jerk it before I get it off. Crazy story, but its the truth, the whole truth. Im waiting for ONE female that commands the dick. looks at it like "YOU WONT HURT MY JAWS BITCH!", and downs it.
Vulgar.. much. Nasty.. Plenty. but.. LOVES it.
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Tell your closet freak she can come out now. Take off your cool.
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Let me continue on the ruthless path. Work. Eww. Dont you hate when you tell someone at the job something, and they run to someone higher and say something different?Okay. Allow me to elaborate.
Woman asked me to send off a FedEx package for her. Cool. Done deal. I go to get the Airbill, go to her desk to work the situation out for her. She says "oh no, I needed it done online. Well.. I dont do that. I do Airbill. So. She calls "upstairs". Upstairs calls me. "Greg you should know how to do the airbill". I reply "I know how, she said she wanted it done online. She obviously did'nt tell you the whole situation. Upstairs: Oh, must've been miscommunication.
Aint no miscommunication. I told her what I can and cant do. I've been trained to a certain extend to do them. Anything beyond my reach I wont grab for. I suggest they do the same.
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Starting to have what I guess you can consider to be a colorblindness.
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Starting to take a liking to MORE than just light and yellow women. And I love it.
Besides the point. Jessica made a Status last night. "...when u left, u left the best...so now u have 2 settle 4 less...BUT DAMN! Try again!!"
Just a few tidbits I wanted to ask ladies with simular feelings when it comes to shit like this. [dudes.. this shit works for you too. Feel free.]
When your "ex" leaves, and gets something new. Why is the new person of lesser stature that you? You pride yourself on saying your better?
After watching the History Channel last night [thanks to being told about it].. I found out PRIDE is the deadliest of the 7 sins. How many of you can say you have too much of that venom clogging your blood stream? Dont worry, we wont single you out.
Also found out Anger & Greed are #'s 2 & 3 on that list. Lot of people fall into this category.
Always wanted to ASK this, but I've never been one to bite my tongue for this long. But umm.. exactly HOW do you plan on fucking up this year? I've come to the conclusion in order to succeed, you have to be a failure. And theres noway that everyone will have a great, prosperous 2009 for the entire 365. Point blank. Not jinxing, but all of you that are on the "LOVE" path, with all of these kindhearted I love you bew bew" statuses.. Your going far left field with it. Aaris taught me ONE thing. If your happy.. be happy OFF the internet. Because thats ONE way to totally flatten a good tire. And in the past 2.5 weeks, I've seen more "its complicated" statuses than a little bit. Like I KNOW a LOT of people are headed back to school this week, and the "winter loving" statuses starting to change.
[Cant say I DIDNT call it!]
Before I leave. Let me just say this. I hate Gallery Place. With a passion. It's up there with the boulevard, and the Mcdonalds at Howard. Seriously. Went there with Dee on Saturday. UGH. Granted.. its cold outside. Niggas have on the mullet fur hats, bony leg jeans, and track jackets. Like... fuck is wrong with DC? Do dudes in Wisconsin dress like this? I'm scared for todays youth.
Making matters worse.. We go into H&M. Now.. Every OTHER time I go into H&M... shit is cool. I get some fly little work clothes, go on bout my business. Oh noooo. Not on THIS day. [unforgivable voice]. TODAY..is NOT my day.
Literally seen a jacket that the zipper didnt zip all the way up... on PURPOSE. So her and I seriously took three minutes to try to get it all the way to the top. No avail. Dudes REALLY like walking outside looking like this though?
If this is what's to be expected out of 2009.. I'm keeping my eyes squinted for the rest of the year. How many times can "retro", be retro?
Sex Story #1: Portions of a Pen
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Girl i been ready to do some serious things to you. last night when i was alone.. I took out a notepad and began to write things that i would do to you if I was given a chance. So I picked up the mechanical pencil over the pen because... Quite frankly.. i might have to erase some of my thoughts in order to surprise you with better ones. Because im a freak. i need a strait jacket on my dick the way I go wild in the bedroom. You hear me? So there I was. index finger on my head pondering things that would make you want to practice karma Sutra in the wildess ways. What about doggy style? Everybody seems to like that position nowadays. I can imagine you arching your back down with your face making conversation with the black satin sheets. Meanwhile im behind you, sweat glistening from my chin down my chest, making acquaintance with your pussy juices. Nuts slapping the top of your pussy from the back as i palm your left ass cheek. I take it out slow just to see the cremy filling of your krispy Creme Creme Caramel flavored doughnut hole. I show it to you like "Damn baby.. I didnt know you could creme like that. Makes me wanna start drinking Decaf. Just hand me 6 packs of sugar from your lips, and Ill get the creme from within your hips. You laugh like you usually do. But back to the mood, its time to get back into you. So back i slide in slow so you can feel every inch individually. But with swift change, i take your left leg, and flip you over some with that leg in the air. As im stroking inside you, i lick down your thigh to your kneecaps, and back up around your ankle. Kissing around your ankle and behind your heel, i blow air on the base of your foot, and gradually move upwards to your feet as i suck each toe individually. You like it dont you? Before you can answer.. Shh.. Answer that question with your body. Tighten the pussy a little more tighter. Make me feel like I'm pulling out a Tuxedo black stretch Hummer out of a one car garage, repeatedly in constant motion. Feeling so good to you you damn near piss on yourself. Im talking about im tickling your bladder with each stroke. Moving your leg flat, im on top of you again.. ready to attack that muscle between your leg that flexes its potency only for me, i slide in slowly.. you moan lightly, ready for me to speed up the progress and begin.. And I run out of lead. So its time for me to grab the pen.
Cause you can't live through everything if Magic made it...
Friday, January 2, 2009 0 comments
Great. First "sexual innuendo" conversation of 2009. This is the result of a female on facebook that has been approached by SO many men, possibly had TOO many compliments, to the point now ANY person of the opposite sex is a threat to her vagina.
Like ugh. Conversation went like so:
Me: I got somebody I'm talking to or whatnot.
Her: Oh, well we might as well cut this short.. I dont want to impose on your "status". I know Lauren London would be mad. Lol
Me: umm.. so when does that impact the friendships I have?
Her: You may be like the rest of these dudes out here.
Me: Delete me off everything you know me on. Thanks.
2009... i'm NOT fucking with it. I tolerated with a lot of the bullshit in 2008. But new year. Lets get some shit corrected now. If this dont pertain to you directly... Just LAUGH at it.. because I'm SURE you have a friend that is the type I'm talking about. Here goes nothing.
For one. If you seriously complain about the attention you get on facebook. You want it. You love it. Fuck more of an audience do you need you unstable creature?
Status Example: "All y'all niggas are the same. I swear it. 2009 I'm THROUGH with y'all."
Accept it. You are just a nothing ass bitch. You fuck with nothing ass niggas. And you are nothing. What is 2009 going to do, but give you 364 [minus yesterday] reasons for you to solicit yourself? Seriously.
If 9/10ths of your profile photos are cute, club attire type photos...
---Your a liar. I've come to that conclusion. You possibly dont have a life outside of Friday and Saturday nights. Get some work about yourself. I.n.d.e.p.e.n.d.e.n.t.. do you know what that means? Stop asking your baby father for money to drink. Loose booty.
- Low Self esteem. You KNOW dudes are going to go smack at you. You even crop your ugly friends out the photos to make yourself look BETTER. Yes.... YOU. [the "oh I've done that before" type]... Goons are lurking. And you are the prey.
- The facebook poses. PLEASE. Tired of seeing y'all with the little hiked leg, arched back photos. If you dont have an ass, account for what you DO have. If you have big titties... do over the belly button photos. Make it work for YOU honey.
My new years resolution is to make people live the life the live OUTSIDE of the computer.. ON it. If you aint shit in real life... Be that way, all day long. Thanks.
Dudes.. Stop telling them you love em, wanna bun em, and how sexy they are. TELL THESE BITCHES OUTRIGHT... You are trying to fuck. What can she say to you? NO? If she does... ask around.. it probably wasnt that good anyway.
Moral of the story is... Pussy is a powerful tool..yes. But the buck stops here. Some of you women, bitches, girls, creatures, whatever... are using it as leverage. Those "use what you got to get what you want" types. But from this point on.... yeah... be prepared for dudes to be more blunt and honest to you all. Tis all.
Sidenote: Dudes... STDS are REAL.
STDS= Stop thumping dirty sluts.
Im done. Goodbye.
Like ugh. Conversation went like so:
Me: I got somebody I'm talking to or whatnot.
Her: Oh, well we might as well cut this short.. I dont want to impose on your "status". I know Lauren London would be mad. Lol
Me: umm.. so when does that impact the friendships I have?
Her: You may be like the rest of these dudes out here.
Me: Delete me off everything you know me on. Thanks.
2009... i'm NOT fucking with it. I tolerated with a lot of the bullshit in 2008. But new year. Lets get some shit corrected now. If this dont pertain to you directly... Just LAUGH at it.. because I'm SURE you have a friend that is the type I'm talking about. Here goes nothing.
For one. If you seriously complain about the attention you get on facebook. You want it. You love it. Fuck more of an audience do you need you unstable creature?
Status Example: "All y'all niggas are the same. I swear it. 2009 I'm THROUGH with y'all."
Accept it. You are just a nothing ass bitch. You fuck with nothing ass niggas. And you are nothing. What is 2009 going to do, but give you 364 [minus yesterday] reasons for you to solicit yourself? Seriously.
If 9/10ths of your profile photos are cute, club attire type photos...
---Your a liar. I've come to that conclusion. You possibly dont have a life outside of Friday and Saturday nights. Get some work about yourself. I.n.d.e.p.e.n.d.e.n.t.. do you know what that means? Stop asking your baby father for money to drink. Loose booty.
- Low Self esteem. You KNOW dudes are going to go smack at you. You even crop your ugly friends out the photos to make yourself look BETTER. Yes.... YOU. [the "oh I've done that before" type]... Goons are lurking. And you are the prey.
- The facebook poses. PLEASE. Tired of seeing y'all with the little hiked leg, arched back photos. If you dont have an ass, account for what you DO have. If you have big titties... do over the belly button photos. Make it work for YOU honey.
My new years resolution is to make people live the life the live OUTSIDE of the computer.. ON it. If you aint shit in real life... Be that way, all day long. Thanks.
Dudes.. Stop telling them you love em, wanna bun em, and how sexy they are. TELL THESE BITCHES OUTRIGHT... You are trying to fuck. What can she say to you? NO? If she does... ask around.. it probably wasnt that good anyway.
Moral of the story is... Pussy is a powerful tool..yes. But the buck stops here. Some of you women, bitches, girls, creatures, whatever... are using it as leverage. Those "use what you got to get what you want" types. But from this point on.... yeah... be prepared for dudes to be more blunt and honest to you all. Tis all.
Sidenote: Dudes... STDS are REAL.
STDS= Stop thumping dirty sluts.
Im done. Goodbye.
"One Night Stand"
Thursday, January 1, 2009 1 comments
The artistic integrity
Used to think I loved too hard. Now.. I've concluded the women I cared for are too wound up on the compliments they get, that they cant decipher a guy being genuine about theirs. Understood though. 2009 will bring havoc to a lot of that. Also came to the conclusion.. I care less about myself than I do for others. I'm a thinker. How can you blame me. Granted. Whenever I go on my rants.. seems like they come out of the woodworks, confessing their feelings and whatnot. Something relative to the way guys are when they see the same girl they never payed attention too wearing a short skimpy dress. New year... Wont be happening. I can pretty much promise you. I'm playing for keeps from this point on.
Came to the conclusion that I'm a control freak. I'm not saying all must go my way.. but they might as well have a PERCENTAGE of my input into the plan. With that said, I've pretty much consumed the fact that a relationship is NOT in my cards for the near future. Instead of me going out searching, I should actually bench myself and watch the game rather than put too many minutes on the clock. It's come to the point that as bad as I want one, the thought of being locked down actually gives me an asthma attack. The last relationship I was in proved that. But after that fact, the women that I've pursued.. showed no work ethic, lack of drive, and determination for something solid. While I was playing the field, so were they, and there was no compromising from both parties. Its always been something missing, be it they are educated and lacking common sense, or they were basically attention whores. Option two would probably be the majority. I know you'd probably say "well shit, you write a lot, know a lot of people, blah blah.". I should. Think about it this way. If I didnt speak on particular things... who would? Most of the blogs and notes I read are from females complaining about the mistakes they've made in men. So when they see the mistakes I've made in women.. it should click like "well damn.. maybe there should be a compromise". But there never is. Ever.
A girl told me 85% of the male species has failed to surprise her. Sounds pretty much decent. I couldnt put mine into a percentage because in 2008.. I honestly talked to more women than I care to name, and possibly try to number. Maybe that was the reason I never found any solid ones. [It truly is.]
I'll be 22 in a short period of time. Even at the young age I am. I've concluded a lot...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l7LhMapu08I
Lyrics started off like such..
"Usually in the one that's in control and
I'll meet 'em, freak 'em, leave 'em, move onto the next man...
He aint my man"
Funny shit, because if the sexes were changed, and like John Legend or someone sung this song.. I pretty much would say thats how we are in a nutshell. As much as we love doing the shit described in the song...
We end up the same way. [sad, right?]
-Lost for words for the moment. I'm done.
Used to think I loved too hard. Now.. I've concluded the women I cared for are too wound up on the compliments they get, that they cant decipher a guy being genuine about theirs. Understood though. 2009 will bring havoc to a lot of that. Also came to the conclusion.. I care less about myself than I do for others. I'm a thinker. How can you blame me. Granted. Whenever I go on my rants.. seems like they come out of the woodworks, confessing their feelings and whatnot. Something relative to the way guys are when they see the same girl they never payed attention too wearing a short skimpy dress. New year... Wont be happening. I can pretty much promise you. I'm playing for keeps from this point on.
Came to the conclusion that I'm a control freak. I'm not saying all must go my way.. but they might as well have a PERCENTAGE of my input into the plan. With that said, I've pretty much consumed the fact that a relationship is NOT in my cards for the near future. Instead of me going out searching, I should actually bench myself and watch the game rather than put too many minutes on the clock. It's come to the point that as bad as I want one, the thought of being locked down actually gives me an asthma attack. The last relationship I was in proved that. But after that fact, the women that I've pursued.. showed no work ethic, lack of drive, and determination for something solid. While I was playing the field, so were they, and there was no compromising from both parties. Its always been something missing, be it they are educated and lacking common sense, or they were basically attention whores. Option two would probably be the majority. I know you'd probably say "well shit, you write a lot, know a lot of people, blah blah.". I should. Think about it this way. If I didnt speak on particular things... who would? Most of the blogs and notes I read are from females complaining about the mistakes they've made in men. So when they see the mistakes I've made in women.. it should click like "well damn.. maybe there should be a compromise". But there never is. Ever.
A girl told me 85% of the male species has failed to surprise her. Sounds pretty much decent. I couldnt put mine into a percentage because in 2008.. I honestly talked to more women than I care to name, and possibly try to number. Maybe that was the reason I never found any solid ones. [It truly is.]
I'll be 22 in a short period of time. Even at the young age I am. I've concluded a lot...
- As each day comes and goes, I realize that life is getting shorter. Had plenty of thoughts like "today could be my last". So I've come to terms that I should live it that way.
- Dating a person, or talking to a person older than you dont really mean jack shit in all actuality. Just means they have more experience making bullshit excuses and have actually mastered the art of procrastination.
- If pussy came with a price tag, I would buy stock in the manufacturing company. One business that even though you may lose interest, you still gain the most from diversifying your options.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l7LhMapu08I
Lyrics started off like such..
"Usually in the one that's in control and
I'll meet 'em, freak 'em, leave 'em, move onto the next man...
He aint my man"
Funny shit, because if the sexes were changed, and like John Legend or someone sung this song.. I pretty much would say thats how we are in a nutshell. As much as we love doing the shit described in the song...
We end up the same way. [sad, right?]
-Lost for words for the moment. I'm done.
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