I feel like it's pretty dumb when people ask "Where did you come up with that?" Haven't you ever had an idea that came from nowhere?  You can't begin to explain it?  If not, wow.  Who let you on my page?  Hurt them.

Very Cute

I thought maybe you all could appreciate this.  Please don't talk to me about whom "you all" consists of. )-:



I got it from thefader.com. Definitely check it out!

Yes I Deleted My Formspring

For those who didn't witness firsthand, my formspring started to rape my blog in the butt.  It was that bad.  When I'm done having a diva fit over its tantrum, I will restore & re-link it up so you anonymous peasants can start harassing again.  I love it, but I wish you would be my friends un-anonymously too!

& A side-note, if you feel so moved to excite me and actually leave a comment on a post, I set it up a while ago so you have to click on the title of the post, then scroll down and voila!  There is your portal.  Why, you ask?  Because I just thought the OG comment format was messin' up the feng shui.  Lol (:
I haven't been feeling too moved by anything to write up a good blog so if you have an idea that you think I would slay, drop something or e-mail me!
One last favor:  go to cazrethomas.blogspot.com, harass him, and tell him to come back to life.  Thanks.

I been in a relationship for a month guys! *does the cabbage patch for an hour while eating ice cream*

New URL

Like it?  Excited?  Me too.  (=

so i umm checked out ur blog and umm u used naughty language autumn, i'm disappointed haha

lol you fool. you're in a reaallyy old post on there from when you upsetted mee. /:

Ask me anything.

i actually read your blog, who is blue?

ehhh. his name is greg. do we ever talk about him?
& you must really read bc i haven't mentioned him in a minute, right? or maybe you lie! hmmmm.

Ask me anything.

Gibby is way worse than a dead fish!

So i keep getting to a point in my head where i'm 5 flickers of my thumb away from calling my ex. So i decided blogging would be a less resentful use of my time. Who misses my lists? Oh right, no one. Because no one reads my blog.
1. You go glen coco to the holocaust museum in being ridiculously successful in exhausting 100% of its visitors. You go, glen coco!
2. I'm sorry for not actually blogging and just giving formspring fillers. I'm coming to terms with my current position of a footstep away from isolated depression. This is the third time in 6 years and I really hope i grow out of this recurring theme and dont have to go through it the rest of my life.
3. Forgiving is so difficult. Its the one trait i wish i could have from conservative christians. But then, i dont even like relationships like that so im way to lazy to fully forgive. I rather X you out of my life for good. But who is going to birth my children then. Stop fucking up my plan & vision, Blue. I'm the only thing you will ever need humping your peen. Every time i'm hostile towards you, i cant stop thinking of it and thinking longer than 5 seconds starts the faucet.
4. You ain't gots to lie, Craig.
5. I have a new boyfriend named Snow Days.
6. I'm representin Queens, she was raised out in Brooklyn. & Doin it & doin it & doin it well. Idk why i connect to raunchy songs like that, but yaaaaaaaas.
7. There's a meeting in my bedroom by silk. Nobody by keith sweat. Tell me do u wanna by ginuwine. Say it by t-pain. Sorry, i really had to.
8. I love male voices. I'm pretty much having masculine vocal withdrawals. No onee ever calls me anymore and i'd spend less time crying over skanks humping Blue's peen and crying while music sexing to sweet love songs that i feel are hopeless & will never happen to me if someone did. Mind you this happened over a month ago.
9. I really like Blue. Like aside from loving him, i miss him because i appreciated his presence & conversation a lot. But thinking of him now makes me cry. When i talk to him he makes me so happy and then the thought of the humpage lingers and i lash out. I just don't have anyone else to blame this on, sorry Blue.
10. I highly recommend watching True Life: I'm Happy to Be Fat. As long as you aren't homophobic, in which case this is so not the blog for you.
Toodles

"I Don't Get Dropped, I Drop the Label"

Lol he's so bad.  & You know he will always throw shade at Dame on every album; pure niggerdom.

Anyways, hi blog. (= How are you? How was the holidays?
I hate that they are over now, and after this weekend, school is here, but the whole New Years celebration is rather nice & refreshing to finish off all that resting with.  Too bad my ass still has two papers to write & some other shit I'm sure.  Actually, I can write 2 papers in less than 3 hours so it's nothing, I'm just being lazy.

Ouch my tummy hurts! ):
:O) this one looks like my nose.
:o) this one look like a clown nose. isn't that stupid & backwards? lol

I been wearing my retainer two nights straight! :O) Who proud?

So I was thinking about new years resolutions yesterday, and I was thinking what should I change about myself, to please my morals more.  Because my mouth & I disappoint myself nearly on a daily basis.  My new years resolution for '10 is to stop acting like such a brainiac.  New Years normally isn't a huge deal for my personal self...just another party time & people performing on the telly.  I don't even remember any previous new years resolutions I might have had lol.  The main turning point for me every year would have to be the end of the school year because I reflect and set goals for next year.  & if not that, then my birthday because I reflect on everything new I've added to my life & what mistakes i've made, yadda yadda yadda.
I actually try to stop my brainiacness quite often, I always tell myself: "I'm done, no more of that shit. I'ma just shut up." or something like that, but I always let the latter take over my chatterbox.  I seriously act like a know-it-all. I'll take the little bit of information I have, and twist it to something huge an most likely false; just an ASSumption.  & I really should stop. It's not comely or my idea of morally correct.  I would ask what's everyone's resolutions, but no one comments lol.  Sometimes I want people to comment & help me |: but then sometimes I'm like fuck to the hell no, no one can ever see this shit. lol (:

Show Me Yours

This is mine.


Sorry the blog is poopy this week.
I still love you for reading. (:

When I was 15,

I got my first Victoria's Secret bra.

I started to blog regularly.

I made friends on the interweb.

I got on honor roll for the first time in high school.

I got my first C.

I became comfortable. [:

I did not drink alcohol.

I fell in and out of love.

I learned everything else about HTML codes.

I became obsessed with finding unknown artists.

I got 4 followers.  (:

I tried the vertical 69.

I got to know my hair completely.

I began having headaches from sex deprivation.

I controlled my addictions.
I made my sister my responsibility.
I found a mother in Danielle.
I began having 100% healthy relationships.
I always wanted to be held.
I'm not 15 anymore.

I don't have time for your hoes & stans.

oh and your games...not working. Bitch, i don't need you or your dick. Have you seen me? I could have more bitches than you. And also, your dick so recycled I rather not take a ride.


I'm reading this book called Me Talk Pretty One Day.
Hopefully, tonight I'll get around to reformatting a template.


If you are hoping for entertainment via bad singing, you are welcome!



Bitch I'm riled up. Do the stanky legg! Do the stanky legg!
Psych.

It's getting madd close to 100, kids.

I was thinking of showing all 100 blog posts for when I get to it, but I'd be so embarassed I would pee my pants.

I'm almost getting tired of this template, but not so much.  All the tabs I have can be replaced with them little thing-things.  You know.

Anyways, I promisee 3 times a week.  (:

I think i'ma change the template like mid-October though.  To a normal Blogger-type one.

"show your pussy love"

The links work under Safari and i d r g a f if they don't work on any other one lol.

“And tellin every girl she the one for me…and I ain’t even planning to call” lmfao.

That just happens to be the song my brain enjoys today even though I don’t like how Wayne is always repping blood when he was in that documentary about crips and bloods talking about how the gang life is crazy and it needs to come to a peaceful end and such…like wtf nigga. Anywhom, I was like just reading my first few blogs and shit. And omg im like such a little freshman at some times. Like when I feel like I’m talking to the world, I sound really stupid and stuff. You know how everyone goes through a phase just figuring out who he or she is. Well mine was long over, even when I was writing them shits. It’s like when a rapper sounds super immature on they 1^st album, and then they sound so much more professional and clear on their latest shit. Like Jay’s Reasonable Doubt, and now his American Gangster. Those songs? Omg, soooo mature and grown-man-shit. You wouldn’t even know by the tones of the 2 CDs that they are by the same dude. But after you figure out who you are and what you’re about, it takes like a minute to present that to people, change from your old presentation, recognize that you have to change it, and figure out how to present yourself now. I was still in that and reading from my old voice, I sound like the freshman that I make fun of. And that’s not me lol. I’m just not that person. Idk how to sum up my persona, except by saying that I do everything that I do for my personal satisfaction. When I do service or help people or even go to work, it’s because I want to feel the satisfaction of giving to another person. And if I was like a sociologist (like Alicia in the future) I would propose a theory that this concept is true for all humans, but I won’t get into that. When I break rules, it’s because duh yes I do understand the consequences, but I plan on killing myself before then lol no but I want to do what I want to do, so I’m doing it regardless. & everything with me works the same way. I do my geometry hw because I like having it done when class starts. That’s with all my homework. I work for grades because I like the honor roll letters. And pretty report cards. (= It’s not for anybody else. The only exception is when I don’t feel like going through life anymore, and I get up in the morning so my baby will be proud of me. (:

Hahaha Liz asked me today if I had seen Friday (the movie) and I was like “Le duh have you seen my skin?” lol it was soo funny.

I fucking love this song and yes I am fully aware that something is wrong with me. Many things. Anyways, he’s like all about telling girl to play with herself while he’s just sitting there--“ima put some dick in your world” Okay is this whole concept/song the sexiest thing ever or is this whole concept/song the sexiest thing ever? If I was the victim of this I would definitely had came about 9834723427 times. And girls…it’s harder for girls to orgasm off of non-intercouse or oral activities. I like hate masturbation. You wouldn’t think so if you knew my habits lol but I only do it when my body screams at me. And I happen to me a sex feen. I wish I knew how to spell that. And then dick too? Omfg. It’s on repeat. Please and thank you.

My boobies are über sore grrrrr

Something else I wanted to get out, was like the image of 13-16 year olds from Brooklyn. (this is before you know we have babies) It really annoys me sometimes. All of us are supposed to look scarred-up, short ass paintbrush pony tails to the side it has to be to the side because that is ghetto fab, get straight Fs and Ds (our MAMA SINCE WE HAVE NO DADDY get excited when we pass), be Louis-ed down, Gucci-ed down, Juicy-ed down, wear tight tight tight shirts tucked into our skin-tight jeans (now skinny jeans are in the hood) that are in our airjordans/nikedunks at the bottoms, have boyfriends that are potheads that don’t understand what respect, life goals, or sense are, OH get our nails done every other week with the gaudiest shit in that joint, disrespect our mama who doesn’t even bother disciplining us anymore, never have cracked a book yet know every last video up on 106 & Park, and of course, never ever suck dick since that’s disrespect to the female BUT YOU BITCHES CAN’T EVEN SHOW RESPECT FOR YOURSELF, but lose your virginity by 12 not even understanding your body. And yeah I realized I switched from saying “us” to “you all.” AND OMG NIGGAS SHUT UP THE GOVERNMENT DIDN’T MAKE GANGSTA RAP, AIDS, OR BLACK STEREOTYPES TO TURN US AGAINST EACH OTHER OR ANYTHING. THESE FUCKING THEORIES EXIST BECAUSE WE AS A GENERAL PEOPLE ARE JUST SO DAMN IGNORANT AND KEEP BLAMING SHIT ON OTHERS. TRY EDUCATING YOURSELF AND LIKE THE STUPID STEREOTYPES WILL SURELY GO AWAY. Okay so now, let’s talk about me and how I fit perfectly. Everybody who knows me knows that I don’t want to have babies anytime soon like not even while I’m in college probably. But my whole thing is, I’ll worry about it when the time comes. Idk why I should know now. Therefore it doesn’t even bother me that I’m not sure about it. I have enough decisions to make to GET to that stage in my life already. Okay next, yes I have been in fights but not nearly as many as I “should have” been in, and I have no scars. I can’t find one and I never have. I wear my hair to the side by accident from time to time. I’ll try to put it in the middle and it will end up on the right, it’s always the right. But also, OMFG! me and my mama have the thickest longest hair ever it is so strenuous to take care of but anywhom, my hair goes down past my shoulders when it is straight and when my fro is present, omg you don’t even wanna feel it, you will pretty much lose your hand in there lol that’s what she said. I have never gotten an F, nor a D. School is my major responsibility right now so I try really hard at it…I haven’t talked to my biological father in a year or so and I’ve seen him a total of less than 10 times my whole life, of which encounters I only remember one, 2 years ago. But I do have a father. My step-dad is an amazing man like really I cannot see myself entering a relationship and taking responsibility for raising & providing for a child too. It’s just a lot of energy that I wouldn’t care to have...now anyway. But yeah, he took that on and he made a relationship with me too. Next, in all, I have about 10 designer objects total lol. This includes my Juicy charm bracelet, 2 pairs of Coach sneakers, Coach purse, Coach rain boots, and a few Juicy t-shirts. ALL OF THESE WERE GIFTS lol…that is all, really. The whole how BK girls wear clothes, I duh have and wear tight shirts and tight skinny jeans, but I have never been comfortable tucking my shirt in, and then you know the whole tight belt squeezing my tummy thing. Just not for me; and I’m not gonna do it because I am “supposed to.” I don’t own any Air Jordans or Nike Dunks. The closest I will ever come are buying some Air Yeezys and if I go into sneakers then this will never ever ever end.

My boyfriend is extremely respectful and he would never allow himself to be anything less. He has goals for his life that are actually realistic and decent, he has a hell of a lot of sense he actually teaches me things, and he does not smoke. I mean come on, he’s my boyfriend lol. This is expected. I’ve gotten my nails done 4 times before lol. Yes first time was when I was 5 with a design, but it was my mama’s wedding lol and I only had this little tropical tree on my thumbs. I have never gotten fake nails put on, and every other time was with solid colored polish or Minx. I respect my mother just sometimes I don’t listen to the genuinely pointless things she tells me to do solely to exercise her power. & she does still discipline because she thinks I need it. The whole mother thing is for another blogging night lol. I read alllll the time I read everyday, and I read countless assignments every week for school. I watch 106 & Park like 7 times a year lol. (Jump Start on VH1 is where its attttt!) I suck dick and I do it well lol and I do it again, for me. Not to mention that I respect myself so much more than the average teenage girl and everyone around me knows it. So they respect me too. You are damn skippy I lost v-card at 12 but I think I posted a blog earlier on that everything in life has happened to me faster than anything I have ever heard of. I was so in touch with my body by then, and I knew already how to satisfy myself sexually. I added someone else into the mix, and it just happened to be the wrong person. He had been there for so long that I didn’t question if he was the right person to do it with. That was my mistake. & making sure that he was ready for it lol, that too. But having sex, as far as for me, that was not a mistake.

This is sooooo about the black teenaged girl who told her boyfriend she is pregnant so you best believe that nigga jetted.