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Saturday
Where do you start when repairing trust?
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Labels: boyfriends, friends
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
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
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
Monday
I Ought to Get Girlier
...wouldn't more girls like me then?
Just kidding, shit me if I'd ever change myself. But you really do run into madd complications when your friend crowd is the same crowd you're attracted to. It's stressful & draining. When I have any sort of problem with people, I automatically withdraw. I just don't talk to anyone & I read a book in most cases. Currently reading The Canterbury Tales. It's so very annoying though, because now that I basically have the people that I talk to talk to, I have to keep in touch or I'll further screw myself and bring more altercations with people. I'm introverted & it's just not my nature to tell everything that is going on in my head. When I'm asked to do that, my mind basically runs away from me and I can't think straight. When you have kids, fuck an extrovert. You really don't want your child to go through the social problems that introverts have. & Another thing; people are so damn judgmental. You fucking mammals always have to classify each other...like when extroverts walk into a room, they group everyone in the room into classifications in their head. But if you are an introvert, your classification is not clear to everyone until they give you the opportunity to express who it is that you are. Whereas extroverts broadcast their persona immediately and you can always tell what kind of person they are. You definitely cannot tell what kind of person I am without talking to me. You can't even tell who I am after talking to me for like half an hour. Which is why I really hate ASSumptions. When people make ASSumptions about me, they are always the fuck wrong. That shit is annoying. & I know it is weird, but I don't like the statements "I am..." or "She is..." because the verb "to be" is infinitely defining in most cases. So if you say "Tally is "pensive/weird/quiet," you're limiting me to that one description...as a person, that is not all that I am. You can't perfectly fulfill that phrase without saying "Tally is...Tally." Feel me? It's just something in language that really irks me and a lot of the time I find it offensive.
This was not even supposed to be a long blog but I still have more to say.
Back to the genderonium topicals, it's very annoying having all penal friends. It seems like the only time penii respect me enough to gain my friendship, they also fall into like with me. And it is flattering & fun when I am single, but Bob-forbid if I ever start to like someone; they will all act a fool & abandon or abuse our initial friendship. Idk what would ever happen if I became a lovey dovey girl. Because I really do not talk about my lovering life with my friends. I mention the person just as I would if we were only friends, but I don't go on saying how he said my lip gloss tasted like butter, when it's completely irrelevant. So it's not like I'm shoving my relationship or potential relationship in nobody's damn face, they are just peens and testosterone is all grrr. It's very annoying. Get ahold of your damn self and stop being bitchy.
I shouldn't have to chose between friendships & serious relationships and my friends should want me to be fucking happy.
I want to change the song every Monday but I fear I'll run out of coolness?
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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
Last Week of Q.1
Pray for your favorite blogger & wish her good luck. (:
So, did you see last Sunday's Desperate Housewives? Bomb! But ewwww did you see when Katherine was raising her hand to volunteer for night watch, that disgusting abnormal elbow!
I can't find a picture.
Anywhom (you would not believe what I almost said by accident. I itch when people's tendencies start growing into me.), you should watch it. It's kinda weird how Edie is still in that picture, but she's dead. blech
I can't wait to watch tonight's which I watch on the west coast channel at midnight. Or the next morting since I'm a sleepy head & drift off. & Then wake up...quite annoying. I can't sleep normal for shit.
Gabby: Someone isn't getting blanked tonight!
Carlos: Fine by me, I blanked off earlier.
Hahahahahaha
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Labels: Desperate Housewives, friends, school
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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Labels: boyfriends, friends
Monday
My Beyonce Stans
Now let's get deep in a hoe's gut. I'm done spending my time on people. It gets nowhere. I had this mentality the beginning of last year, and my grades were spectacular thank you. Thats all I focused on. So I'm glad I'm stating this shit early in my junior year. People have taken advantage of me to the fullest. Save two of them niggas. TWO. That's some fuckery...so I'm done.
Ahem, ahem
*I don't wanna make this long. If we close, and we are real friends (like on some real shit, get deep in a hoe with me now) I'll be accessible 24/7...basically, ain't shit changin. But if I feel you are not a good friend to me, bitch I'll throw you on my to do list. Just like you been doing to me, and being half-assed. It was fun fucking with you and your nonsense for the summer, but it's time to get on my shit. No honey. I see you, now watch me fuck you in the ass with no Vaseline.
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Labels: Beyonce, friends, music artists, YouTube
sunscreen makes my booty itch
Needless to say, we covered a lot of roads
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Labels: friends, sea turtles, shopping, vacation
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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