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Saturday
Where do you start when repairing trust?
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Labels: boyfriends, friends
Monday
Tuesday
formspring.me/autumnsays
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Labels: books, boyfriends, formspring.me, friends, hair, Janet Jackson, Kanye UniverseCity, love, movies, music, ohana means family..., phones, prince, school, shopping, summer, tele
Sunday
Friday
You're Gonna Have to Bear With Me
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Labels: boyfriends, sex
Sunday
So this week, I
completed 11th grade! Senior wahoot! Privileges allow me to see yallsss shady behinds less and less! Wahoots!
got a boyfran.
cried every time i looked at my formspring because yall don't want to know anything about me /:
found a new reliable confidant in an old friend.
cried about Blue to he.^
was completely flattered.
stuck it to the man!...as Alle Baba said. Well really I just wrote a thought-out critique of my english teacher for teacher evaluations.
felt way uninspired computerly, as shown by my lack of passionate blogs. Hopefully summer will mean time for that. /:
scheduled visits to Howard & Georgetown! Yes!
Goodnight.
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Labels: boyfriends, college, formspring.me, friends, school, twitter
I Listened to Confessions for the Umpteenth Time
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Labels: boyfriends, lyrics, music, Usher
Wednesday
Gimme A Hug
I didn't make three posts last week. /: disappointing.
I feel like poop.
A Sight/Site to See: www.thekillertruth.com
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Labels: boyfriends, entertainment
Tuesday
Tell me it's not just a dream
and if it is, my heart believes that you are mine and this is real.
Sigh...you're suddenly uninterested and pushing me away and unfortunately for you, I'm not a chaser. Best of luck to you until you come around. That's all I know to say right now.
Beautiful girls, all over the world. I could be chasin, but my time would be wasted...they got nothin on you.
*rocks head
[:
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Monday
Told Yall.
I wrote a letter.
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Labels: boyfriends, pictures
Sunday
Goooooooooooooooal!
It's pretty convenient to have someone to call your boyfriend just because you feel like having a boyfriend. (:
My left hand's middle finger knuckle has been hurting all day and I have no idea why. I've made it a point not to sleep on it or anything and it still hurts.
I'm now a sometimes wear-er of mascara and eye liner! It's pretty exciting. & I didn't poke myself in the eye once...yet.
Okay so...you all have seen Precious by now, right? Well I saw it and I was so uncomfortable. Half of the script sounded like a joke, mocking Precious's character. Like you could quote half of the things Precious or her mom said and I would crack up. Like you know when one of your favorite friends is on the phone with you imitating a fat guy orgasming from a hamburger and you can't stop laughing, that's the kind of thing Precious quotes remind me of. So that's my first issue. I was trying to take it seriously and characters kept saying the funniest things that maybe weren't supposed to be funny. Okay the other thing that bothered me was that everythingg Precious's mom was saying to her reminded me of things my mom says to me alllll the time. I'm pretty sure some of the things she said were direct quotes. That really made me uncomfortable. & Then I started thinking how the ridicule I get is so close to the same of what Precious got. Like her mom never had anything good to say, she blamed all of her troubles on her daughter, and she lied to her daughter, telling her all of her inabilities. Ring any bells? & I know Precious was raped and everything, and she had 2 kids, but the movie just had anything that could be going wrong for a girl at this time and put it into one character. That's pretty unrealistic. And last, I have no idea what the message of the movie was. They put screwed teenage girls on blast, but what was the point of all that? The ending was all abrupt and confusing as to what the future held, and I completely didn't connect to the message. All those damn nominations and I still missed a basic purpose.
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Saturday
Tons of New Txting Buddies (=
1. and they are sophomores. I don't even like sophomores, but all of the cool ones were around me this week. Some freshmen too though. People weren't as repulsive for me this week. (:
2. I'm going to Costa Rica on Sunday and I don't wanna stay the whole week. I reaaaaally hope I can come back early, maybe spend time with Blue? That's definitely pushing it, but I'm allowed to have dreams.
3. Did you see True Life: I Need A Transplant? Pretty great, makes you feel sappy though. Otherwise, these new True Lifes look pretty lame. 16 & Pregnant is still damn good though.
4. I'm pretty hyped to see my SAT scores from earlier this month. They come on April 1 and unless I get over a 2000, I'm continuing my prep classes.
5. I'm about 19 hours into having braids and my head feels tighter than...yup. Prettay darn tight.
6. Blue doesn't act like he likes me anymore. We haven't seen each other in...almost 3 months. ):
7. I have to pack and I really don't want to. I have about 5 articles of clothing in my damn drawers anyway. Hmph
8. Fairly Oddparents was so much better when it first started. Now, it can't even hold my attention for very long.
9. Why do Ethan Hunt and Rico Strong do so many damn threesomes together?
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Labels: boyfriends, friends, hair, pervation, tele, vacation
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.
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Friday
formspring.me
describe your type of guy
easy for me to be around & attractive.
i just dont want a guy that doesnt put a smile on my face. & normally it's not that hard, just being funny and interesting/not very normal. [:
i find a lot of different kinds of guys attractive, but basically two different kinds in general. the tall guy with gorgeous arms & a six pack, or the guy that just doesnt have a normal body type. lol i've been attracted to chubby guys and the limp ones that look breakable too. but mostly i like faces. if i can look at you for longer than 30 seconds without talking or whatever, it's cuz i like your face lol. and that's really the most important thing with appearance. i like when guys i like look back at me...in my eyes, and i get annoyed when a guy tongues me down just because i'm looking at him for a second. i rather just stare at your face. [=
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Sunday
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
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Friday
When I was 15,
I got my first Victoria's Secret bra.
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.
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Labels: birthdays, blog, boyfriends, friends, hair, interweb, music, nationality, ohana means family..., school, sex
Sunday
I'll no longer be 15. /=
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Wednesday
Bing bang, schleppy wang
(copyright of Danielle)
HEAVY USAGE OF SAP
Dear Love,
I am writing you, as i always do, and epic long comment that will hopefully make both of our days=))))
so as Nivea so justly put "Ima give you 25 reasons why im really in love with you"....and ima make all the hoes jealous when i do (i remixed that) haha.
Twenty-Five Reasons Why Tally Has My Heart(lol <3)
1. you talk my crazy ass out of doing stupid things.
2. you're sexy as HELL (omg, shut ur mouth! haha).
3. you have to be the most realest and genuine person ive met on here ( and you're one of the few people on this planet who knows me best).
4. you forgive me for my stupid actions.
5. tu eres la mierda<333
6. out of all of my friends, i know that no matter what...if i was crying one night, ud find a way to stop my tears.
7. you're one of the most dedicated people (TO ANYTHING) that i may ever meet; are you sure "Successful" wasnt written for you? =)
8. i seem to always disappear and i regret that, but im fixing that really soon.
9. you've made me feel simply blessed for knowing you.
10. you've put up with my shit for almost a year now (HOLY SHIT, OUR TWIN-A-VERSARY IS COMING SOON!!).
11. you call me your "dime bitch" (looks to the left in awe).
12. somehow, when ure down...u make me wanna come kidnap you and rescue you from your stress (even though that's gonna be HELLA gas money! haha)
13. you speak your mind, and your mind is brilliant=)
14. you know what type of person i really am, even though half of the time i dont =P
15. you make me think about you all day everyday, and i bet you dont even know it (well you do now! lol).
16. you listen to me ramble about random shit at all times of day (i dont even know how you put up with me).
17. sometimes we have the most funn convos ever; and i still remember about 99.9% of them (HELLSHITFUCKDAMN TALLY!! lol).
18. we agree on a million and one things times infinity (most of the time, lol).
19. i secretly call you an old soul, because i think you're full of wisdom and are very wise for your age =) (you're cute too! *looks to the left and points: who said that?!*)
20-23. are things that should be said privately between us. lol.
24. you hold a special place in my heart that will never be erased, misplaced, or forgotten. (as if i can forget u bishhhhh, lol).
25. i love you because you're simply you.
thank you for being the one person who REALLY asks me how i'm doing during the day, and the convo doesnt just jump from me to you. i appreciate everything you've done for me...and most of all te amo<3
Love Always,
~Danielle a.k.a your twin~
Ps: it took me forever to do this bc i had to rewrite it 10 times. lol
END HEAVY USAGE OF SAP
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It makes me feel nice that ahem even though we're bitching really heavily right now ahem (I'm doing about 96% of the consistent bitching), she can be at peace with all the good things that have come from us being friends. But it still lurks in my head, and I don't understand why she would say I don't care about her. I normally don't directly display shit with the people in my life...names and all, save Gerald. But I was inclined, especially since she's one of the three bee-swax-itches(copyright of Danielle) I even fuck with.
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Monday
10 Things
1. I really hate when I give Weezy a try & he fails. Lemme go change the song playing. Oh Rick Ross raps like he from Alabama. If you listen to this song called MIA by weezy, he completely disses New Orleans. Such bitchassness..I mean I would stick by Brooklyn & rep it til it's left in ruins. God why does he breathe so much on his songs? Lol.
2. I have a 2 dollar bill that I keep for good luck. But I always wonder if an establishment would turn me down for trying to use it.
3. I would make a bomb ass housewife…or roommate.
4. I like guys that work out and can throw me around and junk.
5. I find it dumb when people try to dictate others' blogs. Asshole; you don't have to read or advertise it.
6. I used to get into fights a lot. My logic was if you're too dumb for me to argue with and you are offending me, I'ma beat the shit out of your ass.
7. People take my presence for granted and act like I'll always be there for them personally. I reassure them.
8. Doesn't it disgust you that swallowing cum means you are swallowing someone's babies? Yeah..
9. Male artists' music about a girl always makes me think of a specific guy from my past.
10. Wayne's mixtapes suck as a whole. Undeniably..
11. I have strong motives when I first get to know someone who is uninterested in me. It always works, unless they're naturally an asshole…in which case I lose interest in knowing them. (:
12. It's very hard for me to look past a person's looks. It's one of the things I can't stand about myself. The only thing that will overrule what I think about how you look…is how much you respect me.
13. Plies & Rick Ross are probably the only southern rappers whose voices do not turn me on. Wayne, T.I., Joc, even DeAndre Way. Did you know his ass was born in Chicago…and he stay reppin ATL. I guess because of that accent. But I would much rather repping the Chi because of…THE BLUES…and then you know…Ye & Lu. & His ass is also a 90s baby. Ugh. He should be kicked out of the club lol. Anyways, Plies's voice is just so damn annoying. Like he makes me wanna shoot his ass in the eye just to shut up. He raps kinda like Cam but I can't appreciate his shit because of the damn voice. Did you know his name is Algernod? What the fuck? Oh lord…I'll be good but I could continue on that name for days.
14. I used to be infatuated with Bow Wow…then when all the girls hopped on it, I found Michael Ealy. I swore I would get with him. (= I had that picture all over my homework book in middle school. He is just so yum. I only put the link because if i put his face, man i'll jizz every time i looked at my blog. & so will you. We can't have that, now can we?
15. I've talked about this a lot with other people. But I wish I had a gun near my bed. Lmao I really hate when people wake me up…it's just so damn irritating. & When they do it, you can argue n shit, but then your ass will not be going back to sleep in peace. Now if you had a gun near your bed, as soon as somebody comes to wake you out of your sleep, you can just shoot they ass. Nice and easy, no fuss. Lol until later when your ass goes to jail.
16. I don't ask for much in a guy and I don't settle. Just compatibility and fun.
17. I have a heavy problem with breastses. -No typo.
18. Everyone from Brooklyn who goes to a college besides Kingsborough Community College goes to Morgan State. It's kinda annoying. Ugh; I really like the colleges in GA. But I don't wanna go there at all. It kinda bothers me that there are no HBCUs on the west side of the yousah….(USA)…yeah thank my sister & The Fairly Oddparents for that pronunciation.
19. I really hate when people bring drama or unhappiness upon themselves. Either your ass stops complaining to me because I don't play that, or your ass gets happy. I mean i really try to help. But honey, i'm not making myself crazy over your wanting-to-be-down ass.
20. If you are my friend, don't flirt when you're talking to my significant other or potential significant other. It's very clear who I'm talking about. I let this shit be known and I will claim a nigga. But if you flirt, your ass is dead to me. It's simply bitch, boo, bye. (= Plus it's not cute. He don't even like your ass. He thinks you're crazy and he hates when I leave yall alone. You fucking asshole.
21. It bothers me when people write "ya'll."
22. I get into fights over music. What makes you think I won't lose a crappy friend over it? Exactly, bitch. 23. I'll never call a guy daddy if it's not in person. Why do guys like that so much in txt? 24. India Arie <3
To leave on a good note:
(: He's my favorite comedian…I watch this whenever I'm in a crappy mood.
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