not no mas i deleted lots of numbers its a new me if u read my tumblr u will see!!(via coolcat214)
I bet that your phone is full…I don’t see how you do this, lol.
Oh yeah, I did read that yesterday, about you being ready to settle down and changing. I believe that any man that truly wants to change, will change, so the best of luck with that. You will make someone really happy one day, it just takes small sacrifices.
Weight lifting is the segment on my blog where I get something off of my chest.
I am going to rant for a minute because I know that atleast 93% of the people out there are going to feel me on this one…
Have you ever had a friend who always thinks that people around them are attracted to them? A friend who, although pretty/handsome, takes it a little bit too seriously? A friend who, although talent, always has to brag about their qualities to you?
Well, I have one right now, and I am freakin tired of it. Everywhere we go she thinks that someone is interested in talking to her. It could be a cock-eyed man in a wheel barrel sitting across the street at night and she will look across the street, tap my arm, and say “You see him looking at the kid?” Not only does she draw attention to the fact that people are always paying attention to her, she also complains that she is tired of people always looking at her. I am sorry, but I am not blind, and nor am I a hater, so I would never deny truth for personal gain, but I don’t see half of the people looking at her that she believes are. IDK…it makes me so mad. I just want to say, NIGGA, YOU ARE NOT A CELEBRITY!!! She also has to showcase her talents even when it isn’t necessary. She used to work at a place that always gave her discounts and hook-up’s. I asked her how she got so many hook-up’s she went on and told me how good she is at her job and how she always does her job the best. Which makes me want to say, NIGGA THIS IS NOT AN INTERVIEW. JUST ANSWER THE QUESTION! Now, I don’t mind people giving themselves props, but you shouldn’t feel the need to compliment yourself all of the time. It’s getting out of hand. It shouldn’t make me feel this bad, but I only rant because in a way it makes me feel less of a person. I won’t sit here and lie and say that my self-esteem is shooting through the roof, but even a blind man can see how it can start breaking a person down, because I look at her and see her beauty and her talent, but do I have to hear about it all of the time?
lilmissbad:
isn’t that what he went to jail for…in some way. No disrespect T.I., because I have mucho amor for you, but guns are not your friend brah.
Hi, my name is _____________ and I am a chester’s hot fries addict. I have been eating these nonstop for about 4 weeks now. I have been addicted to them since I was a little girl, but I always have to force myself to stop eating them. Now they’re back in my life and I’m headed back down the road to late night snackage. Here’s to the figure that I was working so hard on. *eats hot fry* lol.
I don’t like when people tell me to face my fears. It’s stupid. Facing your fear normally doesn’t cause you to conquer it. It usually ends in piss/poop filled pants.
Wow…I started off with a bang. I apologize, but it is the way that I was, and still am feeling. Moving on. Thanks to the guys who are taking time out to follow me. I like to call your guys faith-leapers, lol. *blows kisses*
transition.
I know that its late but I just can’t sleep. I am in a room, its hot, and I feel creative with no real outlet. What’s a girl to do? I thought about laying across the bed and letting God’s air hit my skin while I write poetry, but that’s not what I really want to do. I want to dance or paint. I want to love or be love. I want to create pleasure or be pleasured. I want to be on a beach and share my ideas with the ocean. I want to live.
I am sitting here, and that parrot bay that I had earlier (which was weak by the way) is kicking in below the waistline. Let me explain that to those of you who don’t know what I mean. Alcohol does two things to me, no matter how small the amount. It makes me energetic and horny. Although I am a virgin, I still get wetter than a nympho at the craziest moments. So as of now I feel so in tune with myself. Ahh…my ladybird (what we will be calling a vagina here) is pulsating, my bags-o-fun (breast) are fully perked, and I have the feeling that the slightest touch may set me off. Too bad I’m alone…=/, or maybe not.
