Saturday
Oh Chris..
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Wednesday
Saturday
Tuesday
formspring.me/autumnsays
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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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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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Wednesday
Sunday
"He is really articulate for a black guy."
MTV, you and your attempts to appeal completely slay me.
Love, Tally
"Ayo, I was on the plane with Dwaaayne..."
One of my favorite Christmas movies is coming on todaay! A Carol Christmas (:
I'm not gonna look it up, but one day i was thinking about the word "primate"...I always think about the bases of words and everything, and I started thinking about the word "primary/prime" too. Primates were scientifically not the first life forms to roam the earth, so it made me think of prime as in...top dog and stuff. So basically, my daze made me conclude that whomever put the word "primate" together...he/she thought his/her shit don't stink. We are the dominant species just because of mutations and things that we have that enable us to advance a hell of a lot. I just feel like humans are so full of themselves. Boo you are not that distant from a chimp. & When you are a few weeks in the womb, you look like a pig. Thanks honey, goodnight. (=
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Wednesday
"She be like uhhh, Kevin G!"
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Saturday
DAMN
Hancock is so fucking expensive on iTunes! & The new prices in iTunes...wtf is up. I hate the recession. Currently smoking that Charles Hammy junk. November10th
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