Thursday, February 26, 2009
Non Chalant to Those who dont Matter
Biggest misconception about me is im dumb as a damn doorknob [intricate contraption tho] and i dont refute or argue against it. People naturally exclude me from conversations and not including me makes my life simplistic, i dont have to really do shit but chill [ignorant idea but it's definitely effective.] I'm a lonestar, and i kinda like it.
I drink, way less than people think, when i do i just drink more than i should out of habit and will normally pay for it in the morning followed by an embarrassing story i'll laugh at but others will frown upon. I talk about alcohol more than most subjects and i kinda like it.
I think im too comfortable about being non chalant. But when you care about something or someone and your passionate about it, 85.78888888% of the time in my case, i end up getting takin advantage of. People mistake my intensity and seriousness with things as just straight sensitivity. "A pessimist is an experienced optimistic" Damn skippy.
So if you think i'm a idiotic dick thirsty over emotional alcoholic with no sense of direction. I dont care, i kinda like it that way. Where did "dick thirsty" come from you ask? JUST thought i'd throw it in there for kicks.
I drink, way less than people think, when i do i just drink more than i should out of habit and will normally pay for it in the morning followed by an embarrassing story i'll laugh at but others will frown upon. I talk about alcohol more than most subjects and i kinda like it.
I think im too comfortable about being non chalant. But when you care about something or someone and your passionate about it, 85.78888888% of the time in my case, i end up getting takin advantage of. People mistake my intensity and seriousness with things as just straight sensitivity. "A pessimist is an experienced optimistic" Damn skippy.
So if you think i'm a idiotic dick thirsty over emotional alcoholic with no sense of direction. I dont care, i kinda like it that way. Where did "dick thirsty" come from you ask? JUST thought i'd throw it in there for kicks.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Sooner Than Later
Sooner Than Later - Drake
I listened to this song by drake OVER and OVER and OVER and OVER again. Yes insomnia again and surprisingly i welcome it with open arm. I read over the lyrics to this song and it brings me back to why i answered the phone today versus anyday. Maybe because I realize that people make mistakes. I felt this was Sooner than Later's plea. Drake sung it...I dont think i wanna let Sooner Than Later back in...ever. We're best friends...supposedly. Maybe because answered the phone because I knew I'd answer "Sooner Than Later"....My blood still boils when i hear that voice, compassion and history slows my tolerance to be heighten. Honestly I answered the phone because Karma...if i THOUGHT i loved someone, i wouldn't want someone ignoring me, even if it's absurd...just be there to guide me and listen during a love blinded stint.
Sooner Than Later said
"The world chico and everything in it" STL must have been thinkin Mars. But everytime i read over that text and i felt paramount like Tony Montana lookin thru the glass window at the blimp that read; "THE WORLD IS YOURS" ...carpe diem running thru my head...I must seize the day, and then ask what we'll do..."The same thing we do every night, Pinky. Try to take over the world." I'm not willing to go to different galaxies, now that the persons ready,
"In thy shoulder do I build my seat." you destroyed my comfort zone because u stopped tryin to be the one i came to...instead, you insisted that you urself would be different and never hurt me...you disappointed me so bad....I had no shoulder...Just myself and then i realized, all i needed was a damn tissue and a stiff drink. "Sooner than later"...I can be a below celsius type bitch, it's not now or never. "Now" There is nothing you can do to fix it, all i ever asked you for was time. Can't win me over with shit because...What good is all the cash If it doesn’t buy back time? I'm Sorry, Sooner Than later...
sincerely
-"The Thriller's Gone"
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
I gotta vent alittle.
I'm so mad right now! People really dont recognize that im IN SCHOOL! Just because the way im schooled doesn't take away from the fact that i'm in school. I'm doing online courses, which is really hard for me because i lack discipline and i'll get lost doing shit all by myself BUT i really want to do somewhat good this quarter! SOO...when people go to campus and im at home THAT DOES NOT MEAN IM NOT DOING SHIT AND IM SOME MODERN DAY HOUSEWIFE...FFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKK.
I had to blow some stem. My Brother Porter said people wont give knowlegde to what im doing til i get into WSU. which sucks ass. I wish i could have took back some of my decisions back in high school so i could have went straight over. I got into schools that were out of state...I should have just left. Now I'm stuck doing online courses at a Community College feelin like a failure or something..... or something.
Fuck Choose for right now, DUDE u erk my nerves with that subject i hate yelling at you being ignorant and not acknowlegdin the fucking fact that i got Project, 5 page essays and shit due...that i gotta do wih out classmates and teachers assistants and shit....it's me by myself with a fucking computer.
I just want my car....in order to get that i need decent grades. I just want my car. I'm so frustrated. So i been up since about 7-8ish? I have like this plan that i cant go where i desire to go tomorrow ENLESS I get 3 major projects and all the write ups following in 2 of my classes and 3 exercises complete in my english class. I plan to be up for a minute. Because I know i need to get all this shit accomplished but if i dont get done then i'll be in the house doing it tomorrow versus havin fun.
I had to blow some stem. My Brother Porter said people wont give knowlegde to what im doing til i get into WSU. which sucks ass. I wish i could have took back some of my decisions back in high school so i could have went straight over. I got into schools that were out of state...I should have just left. Now I'm stuck doing online courses at a Community College feelin like a failure or something..... or something.
Fuck Choose for right now, DUDE u erk my nerves with that subject i hate yelling at you being ignorant and not acknowlegdin the fucking fact that i got Project, 5 page essays and shit due...that i gotta do wih out classmates and teachers assistants and shit....it's me by myself with a fucking computer.
I just want my car....in order to get that i need decent grades. I just want my car. I'm so frustrated. So i been up since about 7-8ish? I have like this plan that i cant go where i desire to go tomorrow ENLESS I get 3 major projects and all the write ups following in 2 of my classes and 3 exercises complete in my english class. I plan to be up for a minute. Because I know i need to get all this shit accomplished but if i dont get done then i'll be in the house doing it tomorrow versus havin fun.
My Uterus is Quivering
It does every so often, randomly contracts...yeah WEIRD.
So i finally realized that i have a little pattern going on with the bloggiest of spots. So generally i post a facebook status update that moves me enough to get on this site and elaborate in a blog. I try not to be sexually explicit...but typically that's just me. I'm a crude one. But I delete alot of memorable text in my phone...i went from 202 text to 77 msg...it kinda hurts reading over those texts i cant lie...sucks. but I'll get over it...fuck them, get money as Kimosobi tells me. but i cant help to be gloomy about it.
So I asked Choose and T. Marinara would they support me if i became a pornographic (okay i offically hate car alarms FUCK it's 1:09 AM FUCKIN MIND U!) director and they thought i was joking...I'm actually like seriously considering like the whole private invetigator job. but i was SO serious about the directin shit too.
I miss random talks with Kimosobi...he's always schoolin me and it always has something to do with batman...I wonder do they talk about it...i hope not i'd be SO embarrassed. kimosobi is an info brain-iac. When all else fails Kimosobi.
lately i haven't been as insomniac as usual...
Is it weird that i still say my midnight prays? the whole:
"Now as i lay me down to sleep, I pray the lord my soul to keep
And if i die before i wake, I pray the lord my soul to take."
I always thought that little pray was dope ass [explicit word]
Like when i was 5 i made a mental note of that little stanza being
the dopest shit i've heard...of course i was 5, didn't really have a plethora
of things i've heard prior anyways...but it's still good in my books after
all that time.
I had this little pray book for girls, i still have it actually, on my book shelf
accumulating dust [saddenin/pitiful] and SUPPOSEDLY i was suppose to memorize prayers
every so often til i was such and such age and have the whole book memorized. my brother didn't have to do that shit! SEXIST, i tell you,l so i stopped. Every so often i did pick it up [this might sound unbelievable to some but i was a religious, every sunday church going little girl]...now im just passive about it...which is fucked up because what if god, if u believe in that, just got passive on me ya know?
God is JUST like a parent, to me...how'd i get from erasing text msgs to god, i will never know....man deletin those text must of been somewhat liberatin then...still sucks ass tho!
So i finally realized that i have a little pattern going on with the bloggiest of spots. So generally i post a facebook status update that moves me enough to get on this site and elaborate in a blog. I try not to be sexually explicit...but typically that's just me. I'm a crude one. But I delete alot of memorable text in my phone...i went from 202 text to 77 msg...it kinda hurts reading over those texts i cant lie...sucks. but I'll get over it...fuck them, get money as Kimosobi tells me. but i cant help to be gloomy about it.
So I asked Choose and T. Marinara would they support me if i became a pornographic (okay i offically hate car alarms FUCK it's 1:09 AM FUCKIN MIND U!) director and they thought i was joking...I'm actually like seriously considering like the whole private invetigator job. but i was SO serious about the directin shit too.
I miss random talks with Kimosobi...he's always schoolin me and it always has something to do with batman...I wonder do they talk about it...i hope not i'd be SO embarrassed. kimosobi is an info brain-iac. When all else fails Kimosobi.
lately i haven't been as insomniac as usual...
Is it weird that i still say my midnight prays? the whole:
"Now as i lay me down to sleep, I pray the lord my soul to keep
And if i die before i wake, I pray the lord my soul to take."
I always thought that little pray was dope ass [explicit word]
Like when i was 5 i made a mental note of that little stanza being
the dopest shit i've heard...of course i was 5, didn't really have a plethora
of things i've heard prior anyways...but it's still good in my books after
all that time.
I had this little pray book for girls, i still have it actually, on my book shelf
accumulating dust [saddenin/pitiful] and SUPPOSEDLY i was suppose to memorize prayers
every so often til i was such and such age and have the whole book memorized. my brother didn't have to do that shit! SEXIST, i tell you,l so i stopped. Every so often i did pick it up [this might sound unbelievable to some but i was a religious, every sunday church going little girl]...now im just passive about it...which is fucked up because what if god, if u believe in that, just got passive on me ya know?
God is JUST like a parent, to me...how'd i get from erasing text msgs to god, i will never know....man deletin those text must of been somewhat liberatin then...still sucks ass tho!
Monday, February 23, 2009
I'm call you daddy...
My roomate, Choose, plays this song and i like it HELLA. It's Twista's latest song called Wetter. Choose makes fun of me all the time about this song because I'm always sayin Ooo Zaddy to like EVERYTHING lol and he tease be about this dude and comes up and goes "I'm callin u daddy." Lmao, i be gettin mad about it. I'd do great things to this song man this song like seriously makes me daydream...like instantly.
I'm callin ya daddy (daddy)
Can you be my daddy (daddy)
I need a daddy (daddy)
Won't you be my daddy (daddy)
Come and make it rain down on me
Come and make it rain down on me
You done been good,
But you can do better
I done been wet,
But I can get wetter
Come and make it rain down on me
I'm callin ya daddy (daddy)
Can you be my daddy (daddy)
I need a daddy (daddy)
Won't you be my daddy (daddy)
Come and make it rain down on me
Come and make it rain down on me
You done been good,
But you can do better
I done been wet,
But I can get wetter
Come and make it rain down on me
Key's Open Doors
I'm listening to Clipse's song that the homie said was my ringtone, it was dope. Listening to imeem it automatically switched me to a diffferent song "What happen to that boy"
speaking of....
He's NOT a trick off or a jump off so they say, or maybe i'm just so quick to say that so it's not put so harshly. That's not how i see it, maybe that's what it is, but if that's not how i see it, then it's not what it is. They'll stop sayin it, when i believe it, but they know i wont leave it...and im not callin it that..I rather call it a N.O.
"Cupcake no Fillings"....have you heard the song? lmao, my roommate put me on, it's kinda funny, He's from the bay and it annoys me alot lmao. I like all kinda desserts i dont discriminate but watch the video it's funny!
speaking of....
He's NOT a trick off or a jump off so they say, or maybe i'm just so quick to say that so it's not put so harshly. That's not how i see it, maybe that's what it is, but if that's not how i see it, then it's not what it is. They'll stop sayin it, when i believe it, but they know i wont leave it...and im not callin it that..I rather call it a N.O.
"Cupcake no Fillings"....have you heard the song? lmao, my roommate put me on, it's kinda funny, He's from the bay and it annoys me alot lmao. I like all kinda desserts i dont discriminate but watch the video it's funny!
GOING IN FOR THE GUSTO WEEK
I woke up this morning not jubilant at all, but i had this nerve, the nerve to do something different and independent, that couldn't be shaked. Maybe it's because I finally went down saturday and got that vacuum, maybe its because i know every other wednesday might crack, maybe it's because i like someone and dont give a fuck about lookin like a monkey about it any more...maybe it's because my promise breaking ex texted me this mornin to confess he misses the shit outta me, maybe it's because i have hella dishes and a house to clean, maybe it's because i gave that girl a piece of my rusty quick tonuged wit, maybe it's because i know i need to muster up some sort of motivation to get my classwork done....or MAYBE it's an accumulation of ALL those things to cause that created this tensious nerve?
BUT I feel kind of liberated right now, and for once like a tsunami of self confidence destroyed my oppressed feelings, thoughts, ALOT OF CONFRENTATION, reprecussions and sexual and academic inhibitions. I'm clear minded and focused.
I mean it's like when you have to ask someone to do ur dirty deeds so ur feels arent detected, it's key why dont you want ur feeling detected? My response was i dont want that person knowin i feel that way BUT no body would do the deed...so hell i went and did it myself...and I feel GOOD about it. No offense to the girl AT ALL but, it was something I had to see did i have the audacity to do it...AND I DID!!!
I feel like having my roommate call me Key Lime 50 times so i can do my little happy dance, lmao.
So I'm going in for the gusto ALL week....and that means watch the fuck out. Anything i want, Anything I feel, Anything i'm passionate or aspired to do WILL get ACCOMPLISHED! if i like you, if i dont like you, if i want to befriend u (highly doubt) who gives a shit imma do it!
If i dont want to exercise because i think my fat is SEXY imma stay like jelly because jam dont shake like this!
key lime key lime key lime! is going in for the gusto!!!!!!!!!!!!
BUT I feel kind of liberated right now, and for once like a tsunami of self confidence destroyed my oppressed feelings, thoughts, ALOT OF CONFRENTATION, reprecussions and sexual and academic inhibitions. I'm clear minded and focused.
I mean it's like when you have to ask someone to do ur dirty deeds so ur feels arent detected, it's key why dont you want ur feeling detected? My response was i dont want that person knowin i feel that way BUT no body would do the deed...so hell i went and did it myself...and I feel GOOD about it. No offense to the girl AT ALL but, it was something I had to see did i have the audacity to do it...AND I DID!!!
I feel like having my roommate call me Key Lime 50 times so i can do my little happy dance, lmao.
So I'm going in for the gusto ALL week....and that means watch the fuck out. Anything i want, Anything I feel, Anything i'm passionate or aspired to do WILL get ACCOMPLISHED! if i like you, if i dont like you, if i want to befriend u (highly doubt) who gives a shit imma do it!
If i dont want to exercise because i think my fat is SEXY imma stay like jelly because jam dont shake like this!
key lime key lime key lime! is going in for the gusto!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dear Miami,
in about a year and a half i will be with you. I'm beyond elated because for SO long I've talked about wanting to visit you....but dont have the funds or chance to...Miami, i love everything about you...even when the storms get tough, I know there will be days of beautiful weather. I dont know if i wanna settle down with you yet but i'll definitely will fuck you til i find somewhere else. Warm, light hearted, restless and oh so beautiful fuckin Miami. My 21st birthday, I'll visit you and atlanta for a week to remember...i can wait, i really cant.
in about a year and a half i will be with you. I'm beyond elated because for SO long I've talked about wanting to visit you....but dont have the funds or chance to...Miami, i love everything about you...even when the storms get tough, I know there will be days of beautiful weather. I dont know if i wanna settle down with you yet but i'll definitely will fuck you til i find somewhere else. Warm, light hearted, restless and oh so beautiful fuckin Miami. My 21st birthday, I'll visit you and atlanta for a week to remember...i can wait, i really cant.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
UnbelievablyMaliaBellafonte
"i end up falling asleep at like 5 in the morning, staring at my phone which is a whole other story."
-M.M.
I guess our problems are identical...
I stay restless, because I'm eyeless, blindness...
Tearless, Not to bite lupe's shit im just sayin im not cryin.
But I'm not needless, I need it.
Pillows wont suffice because he did.
2008, I lay up gazing at the sunset wallpaper on my phone...
2007, I lay up reminiscing of my Mercury Topaz when we used to sing at the top of our lungs.
2009, I lay up now it seems just for fun.
Girl, you and i are on the same note!
and Just because we're one less.....
LMAO...insomnia gives up more time to think, less time to give us energy to act.
I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you make them feel." - Maya Angelou
-M.M.
I guess our problems are identical...
I stay restless, because I'm eyeless, blindness...
Tearless, Not to bite lupe's shit im just sayin im not cryin.
But I'm not needless, I need it.
Pillows wont suffice because he did.
2008, I lay up gazing at the sunset wallpaper on my phone...
2007, I lay up reminiscing of my Mercury Topaz when we used to sing at the top of our lungs.
2009, I lay up now it seems just for fun.
Girl, you and i are on the same note!
and Just because we're one less.....
LMAO...insomnia gives up more time to think, less time to give us energy to act.
I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you make them feel." - Maya Angelou
The Neighbors must hate me at night.
Fried Zucchini in ranch from Black Angus...That's what im craving right now.
My roommates and i are SUCH clowns so we were talkin about condoms yesterday...hahaha, and so he only rolls around with magnum gold wrappers? and their are Trojans Enz in the blue wrapper MYSTERIOUSLY popping around in our place like everywhere.
1. We were trying to distinguish the difference between the two. So this clown cracks one open, unrolls it down and asks is this the normal length of dude's "John Wayne Wit It" like i just now from the 2 and 3/4's men i been with...they were all hung and well...we didn't use them.
2. We were trying to figure out where all of these condoms came from! He uses gold wrapper and im not out sexin. So we were definitely puzzled, lol.
So it got hella late last night and the unwrapped condom was on the floor chillin so this guy picks it up and throws it at me...Yellin "John Wayne Wit It...you better call up Ur lil Daddy" and im running around screaming for him to shut up cuz i hate when he teases me about him! so time goes by and the condom goes missin! and im like "BRO, where's the condom!" and he's just cracking up and i look at my door, and he has the shit stretched over the doorknob!
So i take the shit off my door put a lil lotion in it and chase him around with it...ya'll shoulda heard him yelling! "come on bro, key come on!" til i sling shot it into his neck and dipped to my room and locked that shit....[yes that shit LOCKS!] and he was rattlin my door for a good ass minute...and then it stopped...and i heard him sit in the livin room so i open the door and the condom...on my door knob AHHHH-gain.
I take the stupid contraption off but this time it had HELLA more white stuff in...like WTF when this happen....so i take it off and run to his door knob and try to squeeze all the shit on his door knob and put the condom on his door knob but this big ass safety playin football dude runs up on me pulls the open end and we were shouting for each other to let go and i dont know who lets go first but it popped and all the lotion ended up splattering ALL over me....and he just laughs, and laughs, and laughs....SO STUPID UGH!
All over my face, my chest, shirt, jeans AND shoes....so i ask this guy...did ONE squirt of lotion get ALL over like this. and he was like when i was rattling ur door for hella I jacked off in it!
I was SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO pissed like YOU DID WHAT!?!
UNFORGIVABLE!!!!!
He locked himself in his room dyin and i was stompin around the apartment pissed the hell off then he came out his room with this like belly aching laugh...like holding stomach, head cocked back and was like "It's mixed with water"
Early april fucking fools!
My roommates and i are SUCH clowns so we were talkin about condoms yesterday...hahaha, and so he only rolls around with magnum gold wrappers? and their are Trojans Enz in the blue wrapper MYSTERIOUSLY popping around in our place like everywhere.
1. We were trying to distinguish the difference between the two. So this clown cracks one open, unrolls it down and asks is this the normal length of dude's "John Wayne Wit It" like i just now from the 2 and 3/4's men i been with...they were all hung and well...we didn't use them.
2. We were trying to figure out where all of these condoms came from! He uses gold wrapper and im not out sexin. So we were definitely puzzled, lol.
So it got hella late last night and the unwrapped condom was on the floor chillin so this guy picks it up and throws it at me...Yellin "John Wayne Wit It...you better call up Ur lil Daddy" and im running around screaming for him to shut up cuz i hate when he teases me about him! so time goes by and the condom goes missin! and im like "BRO, where's the condom!" and he's just cracking up and i look at my door, and he has the shit stretched over the doorknob!
So i take the shit off my door put a lil lotion in it and chase him around with it...ya'll shoulda heard him yelling! "come on bro, key come on!" til i sling shot it into his neck and dipped to my room and locked that shit....[yes that shit LOCKS!] and he was rattlin my door for a good ass minute...and then it stopped...and i heard him sit in the livin room so i open the door and the condom...on my door knob AHHHH-gain.
I take the stupid contraption off but this time it had HELLA more white stuff in...like WTF when this happen....so i take it off and run to his door knob and try to squeeze all the shit on his door knob and put the condom on his door knob but this big ass safety playin football dude runs up on me pulls the open end and we were shouting for each other to let go and i dont know who lets go first but it popped and all the lotion ended up splattering ALL over me....and he just laughs, and laughs, and laughs....SO STUPID UGH!
All over my face, my chest, shirt, jeans AND shoes....so i ask this guy...did ONE squirt of lotion get ALL over like this. and he was like when i was rattling ur door for hella I jacked off in it!
I was SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO pissed like YOU DID WHAT!?!
UNFORGIVABLE!!!!!
He locked himself in his room dyin and i was stompin around the apartment pissed the hell off then he came out his room with this like belly aching laugh...like holding stomach, head cocked back and was like "It's mixed with water"
Early april fucking fools!
First and Last, minus the leasing.
1st: "Hey"
Me:"Hey you ;)"
1st: "9th n henderson. help"
Me:"What?"
1st: "I feel like im about to pass out..."
Me: "Wait henderson, which one?"
one minute elaspes.....two minutes elapse....five minutes elaspe....ten minutes come
Me: "no text back? really."
one minute elaspes....two minutes elapse...five minutes elaspe....
Me: "????????"
I lay next to my phone waiting, *im waistin time* I lay my head into the pillow, dreading to see what time it was...3:52am. I threw back my covers, slipped on my White Ace 83's by my bed side and slipped on my black bubble jacket on my chair...trying to convince myself that when i turn our alarm system off and sneak out the house to pick up the only person that i really trusted and loved that my mom would understand or atleast believe the elaborate story i was starting to develope as i brushed back my hair. I crepted to the front door, I listened behind me trying to identify each person's snore, I pressed each button fast so it would just be one big echo of sound ringing thru the house...I ripped open the door, on your mark, knowing it would be a matter of minutes before they woke trying to investigate, get set, I closed the door as quickly and quietly as i could, GO, and i sprinted off to my mercury topaz and sped the fuck off....Two henderson's in seattle...One in the South end and one in the west....Fuck, Fuck, Fuck...
That was about two and a half years back, but it brought me back to what happened last night. So last night i get a text at ten minutes til 2 in the morning. Everyone i know, knows that's after 1 = Booty call or emergency call hours....not "hi, how you doing" hours. So i off top think, butt or somethings wrong...either way i text and it ends up being a drunkard's 5 minutes of "hey how's ur night? okay good night" kinda thing so i kinda flashed because that's totally pointless and disappointing...i mean thanks for thinking about me and checkin in but...i hella didn't get that.
So this morning, better understandin that what really bothers me about that situation stems from my past. My first was an alcoholic and at all times of the night and morning he'd text me random lines and phrases, lil calls for help and i had to hop in my car, and roll around Seattle and surrounding areas tryna look for him before he passed out off the little clues he sent me. I worried so much with him...because I actually loved, adored and was in love with him. Which is a definite rarity.
I remember all my ex's hittin me up drunk and i'd get like a little anxiety episode and eventually, because i had dated 21+ back then they always had access to alcohol and clubbed like thursdays and mondays....so they hit me up during my school week and it used to just piss me off so i requested that they dont hit me up under the influence enless they needed something or it was an emergency. Not to mention while i was talkin/dating other guys, I still was taking care of my first [we were off and on like a light switch in a hospital bathroom...the other guys just preoccupied my time when me and my first weren't on solid terms.] so my phone was always getting texts from 1 to atleast 6 in the mornin, school started at 7:40.
So That random text last night took me back...and i didn't know how to go about especially when the last text said "well okay im about to pass out....night" i automatically got that feeling...the immediate question in my mind was "pass out where." And then I caught myself before i went any further. I was mad and disappointed in myself. I cant even really explain how people i like being drunk textin or callin at random times, saying random things or phrases makes me feel other than panic, disappointment and bewilderment. If i was any other person...I'd probably laugh back in a text and said good night. But because I'm me, I lashed out, tryin to shove the past incidence intertwined with the present situation as far away from me as possible, i couldn't help it....
I told the person they were corny by their randomness, what's goin thru their head, what do they want... Some how i thought it was a terrible prank. The person couldn't have known that about my past...seldom people know about the life i lead before i relocated out to Pullman, but it still doesn't mean it didn't happen, it doesn't mean that little shit like a text message at 2 in the mornin doesn't make me worried, panic, angered, disappointed....and what makes it worst is your names are the same...
I sent the person a text that simply said "sorry." this morning. I knew the person would never get it...why i flashed, why i tripped....it wasn't their fault. I hope they run across this, or they just get over it and say well "bitches, pms" because i definitely came at you wrong and overracted.
A night out drinkin with ur friends, hittin someone up just to fuck around and say hi, and it fires back on you?
sorry.
Me:"Hey you ;)"
1st: "9th n henderson. help"
Me:"What?"
1st: "I feel like im about to pass out..."
Me: "Wait henderson, which one?"
one minute elaspes.....two minutes elapse....five minutes elaspe....ten minutes come
Me: "no text back? really."
one minute elaspes....two minutes elapse...five minutes elaspe....
Me: "????????"
I lay next to my phone waiting, *im waistin time* I lay my head into the pillow, dreading to see what time it was...3:52am. I threw back my covers, slipped on my White Ace 83's by my bed side and slipped on my black bubble jacket on my chair...trying to convince myself that when i turn our alarm system off and sneak out the house to pick up the only person that i really trusted and loved that my mom would understand or atleast believe the elaborate story i was starting to develope as i brushed back my hair. I crepted to the front door, I listened behind me trying to identify each person's snore, I pressed each button fast so it would just be one big echo of sound ringing thru the house...I ripped open the door, on your mark, knowing it would be a matter of minutes before they woke trying to investigate, get set, I closed the door as quickly and quietly as i could, GO, and i sprinted off to my mercury topaz and sped the fuck off....Two henderson's in seattle...One in the South end and one in the west....Fuck, Fuck, Fuck...
That was about two and a half years back, but it brought me back to what happened last night. So last night i get a text at ten minutes til 2 in the morning. Everyone i know, knows that's after 1 = Booty call or emergency call hours....not "hi, how you doing" hours. So i off top think, butt or somethings wrong...either way i text and it ends up being a drunkard's 5 minutes of "hey how's ur night? okay good night" kinda thing so i kinda flashed because that's totally pointless and disappointing...i mean thanks for thinking about me and checkin in but...i hella didn't get that.
So this morning, better understandin that what really bothers me about that situation stems from my past. My first was an alcoholic and at all times of the night and morning he'd text me random lines and phrases, lil calls for help and i had to hop in my car, and roll around Seattle and surrounding areas tryna look for him before he passed out off the little clues he sent me. I worried so much with him...because I actually loved, adored and was in love with him. Which is a definite rarity.
I remember all my ex's hittin me up drunk and i'd get like a little anxiety episode and eventually, because i had dated 21+ back then they always had access to alcohol and clubbed like thursdays and mondays....so they hit me up during my school week and it used to just piss me off so i requested that they dont hit me up under the influence enless they needed something or it was an emergency. Not to mention while i was talkin/dating other guys, I still was taking care of my first [we were off and on like a light switch in a hospital bathroom...the other guys just preoccupied my time when me and my first weren't on solid terms.] so my phone was always getting texts from 1 to atleast 6 in the mornin, school started at 7:40.
So That random text last night took me back...and i didn't know how to go about especially when the last text said "well okay im about to pass out....night" i automatically got that feeling...the immediate question in my mind was "pass out where." And then I caught myself before i went any further. I was mad and disappointed in myself. I cant even really explain how people i like being drunk textin or callin at random times, saying random things or phrases makes me feel other than panic, disappointment and bewilderment. If i was any other person...I'd probably laugh back in a text and said good night. But because I'm me, I lashed out, tryin to shove the past incidence intertwined with the present situation as far away from me as possible, i couldn't help it....
I told the person they were corny by their randomness, what's goin thru their head, what do they want... Some how i thought it was a terrible prank. The person couldn't have known that about my past...seldom people know about the life i lead before i relocated out to Pullman, but it still doesn't mean it didn't happen, it doesn't mean that little shit like a text message at 2 in the mornin doesn't make me worried, panic, angered, disappointed....and what makes it worst is your names are the same...
I sent the person a text that simply said "sorry." this morning. I knew the person would never get it...why i flashed, why i tripped....it wasn't their fault. I hope they run across this, or they just get over it and say well "bitches, pms" because i definitely came at you wrong and overracted.
A night out drinkin with ur friends, hittin someone up just to fuck around and say hi, and it fires back on you?
sorry.
Friday, February 20, 2009
Grape Swisher Sweet filled...
"Everything right now is about good grades, good friends, good times/parties and good butt. Everything with possibilities of being of good substance."
Dont play me like you guys dont agree...
You feel me.
I got a problem, a disease called chopsueycunnilinguscopius. My friends will agree and say im afflicted. I'm suffering from a mild case. I need treatment...alternative medicine?
he might have work...
We'll see.
Dont play me like you guys dont agree...
You feel me.
I got a problem, a disease called chopsueycunnilinguscopius. My friends will agree and say im afflicted. I'm suffering from a mild case. I need treatment...alternative medicine?
he might have work...
We'll see.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Second bowl of Ramen....feelin kinda sick. Oh, I'm saving up my money for march! The Watchmen comes out, the commercials make that shit look dope [who wanna join?] ;) and i guess there's a whole chain of events going on with various colleges in this area up at one campus and surrounding sites...and my preskoo pimpin and i have yet to really Par-Tay in 2009! So im going to visit her. And St. Patricks day is sometime in there and i definitely need to find some Irish people to celebrate it with lol. My mom's and her pride lol. Corn Beef and Cabbage! Ya'll probably think my families crazy huh? lol.....it is. i'll explain us later.
...yeah i definitely need to hurl. Top Ramen's pollo goodness has vanished. Man...SLEEP, where art thou!!!???!!!! HELL!
...yeah i definitely need to hurl. Top Ramen's pollo goodness has vanished. Man...SLEEP, where art thou!!!???!!!! HELL!
Roommate, Today was a good Day
Insomnia again. My body aches...my muscles are strained from constantly laying in fetal position in this love seat...my migraine is on day 4...my bones ache every time i move, in reading over that my ribs tingle in agreement. BUT I am smiling ear to ear reminiscing on Feb. 18th, 2009. This morning, yesterday, from 12pm til 12am all was a beautiful day...Hopefully beautiful hasn't be devalued as much as the term "love" or "sex" but yes today was one of those "it-is-too-good-to-be-true" "take one second out, sit back, and enjoy this" kind of day; it was laid back, chill, and refreshin.
I went to sleep at around 4:40 this morning on the same tip I'm on right now. Woke up at about 7:30-8 in pain, clearly from sleep deprivation and early morning text. It was the regulars but one. That one surprised me most of all, that person is NEVER up that early! ;P you know who you are DUH. I cant lie and sit here and say that was an additive to awesome day [lol] but I'll use this term literally and say it was a "pleasant surprise." ;) Of course i was textin til i shook the slumber that i had waited so long for...but i did successfully get my ass up and out.
Of course I'm not gonna disclose what exactly made it a GREAT day other than my jeans made my ass sit nicely, i seen ALL my guys and girls on WSU's campus, the sun was gleamin and everyone looked flyy'ish, or that I talked to my preskoo pimpin buddy for like, what T? Two hours? Or My good friend is poppin her collar two times! hahaha, today was just good!
Man im so hungry, Top ramen...chicken....orange wrapper....is gettin it.
So I live in a two bedroom apartment, my roommate is naive to the 206 like i am, although their was a so much skepticism on both sides, [long awaited] I'm SO glad i live with someone, it makes it super better because its a guy. He is the cleanliest, clean record, big clown ever, about money and grades. We both had like living arrangement situations that made it affordable if we casted the disbelief of our parents and just moved in. Hell, we all left with more money in our pockets! ["Man Code"] And I'm always down for helping my town people out!
Aside from our little couch time conversations at flippin 1 in the morning, from arguing about who's gonna clean up the communal area, from the annoying ass buzz of his clippers in the morning, and from us randomly knocking on each others doors at odd ass times being complete dufuses, I wouldn't have the shit any other way. Being around chicks 24-7...man we are ANNOYING! especially depending on what kind of female we are....speaking of...have u ever been in a room of dudes versus a room of females?
High pitch Female voices make my blood curdle, intensifies my migraines, and i never understand what the hell they are talkin about. I guess that's why i used to like About a Girl on The N. You know the chick that lived with four guys of different variety in the same house. I rather chill with dudes than females...no offense ladies! i just wasn't raised around enough of ya'll to like or be used to chillin with all....i need like...dosages, intervals, seldom occurances. There's less than a hand full of females i can say i can be around. And this definitely goes both ways, some chicks cant stand me but that makes me smile. :)
My Stomach is tryna eat itself, top Ramen....chicken....orange wrapper...brb, take 5.
In trying to cook that extremely fast on HIGH= me looking at it and salvating for 5 minutes waiting for it to cool down! Fat ass, yes i am.
Back to the main point, it's wonderful to have a guy roommate! Since he's on the football team he's always out with his team mates in the gym...or with them, or out and about basking in the benefits of stupid bitches...he's a jerk, dont get me wrong but that jerks fine by me in my books.
Everyone always approach the situation with "omg u live with a guy?"
1st: He aint a random stranger
2nd: We DEFiNiTELY aren't...ick.
3rd: He pays rent and bills on time AND he takes out the trash.
I know him, its all platonic like no taking that tag back shit and shit get Pizz-aid!
I APPRECIATE YOU!!!
Welp, yesterday was a good day, i have a great roommate, the top ramen is hittin, my back is startin to become a nuisance....so is this plastered smile. I think im gonna try to go to sleep...i feel that dead to the world sleep coming on the more i eat...maybe the "-itis" isn't such a bad thing. Next entry i wanna tell all my goals lol...i finally got them figured out! night!
I went to sleep at around 4:40 this morning on the same tip I'm on right now. Woke up at about 7:30-8 in pain, clearly from sleep deprivation and early morning text. It was the regulars but one. That one surprised me most of all, that person is NEVER up that early! ;P you know who you are DUH. I cant lie and sit here and say that was an additive to awesome day [lol] but I'll use this term literally and say it was a "pleasant surprise." ;) Of course i was textin til i shook the slumber that i had waited so long for...but i did successfully get my ass up and out.
Of course I'm not gonna disclose what exactly made it a GREAT day other than my jeans made my ass sit nicely, i seen ALL my guys and girls on WSU's campus, the sun was gleamin and everyone looked flyy'ish, or that I talked to my preskoo pimpin buddy for like, what T? Two hours? Or My good friend is poppin her collar two times! hahaha, today was just good!
Man im so hungry, Top ramen...chicken....orange wrapper....is gettin it.
So I live in a two bedroom apartment, my roommate is naive to the 206 like i am, although their was a so much skepticism on both sides, [long awaited] I'm SO glad i live with someone, it makes it super better because its a guy. He is the cleanliest, clean record, big clown ever, about money and grades. We both had like living arrangement situations that made it affordable if we casted the disbelief of our parents and just moved in. Hell, we all left with more money in our pockets! ["Man Code"] And I'm always down for helping my town people out!
Aside from our little couch time conversations at flippin 1 in the morning, from arguing about who's gonna clean up the communal area, from the annoying ass buzz of his clippers in the morning, and from us randomly knocking on each others doors at odd ass times being complete dufuses, I wouldn't have the shit any other way. Being around chicks 24-7...man we are ANNOYING! especially depending on what kind of female we are....speaking of...have u ever been in a room of dudes versus a room of females?
High pitch Female voices make my blood curdle, intensifies my migraines, and i never understand what the hell they are talkin about. I guess that's why i used to like About a Girl on The N. You know the chick that lived with four guys of different variety in the same house. I rather chill with dudes than females...no offense ladies! i just wasn't raised around enough of ya'll to like or be used to chillin with all....i need like...dosages, intervals, seldom occurances. There's less than a hand full of females i can say i can be around. And this definitely goes both ways, some chicks cant stand me but that makes me smile. :)
My Stomach is tryna eat itself, top Ramen....chicken....orange wrapper...brb, take 5.
In trying to cook that extremely fast on HIGH= me looking at it and salvating for 5 minutes waiting for it to cool down! Fat ass, yes i am.
Back to the main point, it's wonderful to have a guy roommate! Since he's on the football team he's always out with his team mates in the gym...or with them, or out and about basking in the benefits of stupid bitches...he's a jerk, dont get me wrong but that jerks fine by me in my books.
Everyone always approach the situation with "omg u live with a guy?"
1st: He aint a random stranger
2nd: We DEFiNiTELY aren't...ick.
3rd: He pays rent and bills on time AND he takes out the trash.
I know him, its all platonic like no taking that tag back shit and shit get Pizz-aid!
I APPRECIATE YOU!!!
Welp, yesterday was a good day, i have a great roommate, the top ramen is hittin, my back is startin to become a nuisance....so is this plastered smile. I think im gonna try to go to sleep...i feel that dead to the world sleep coming on the more i eat...maybe the "-itis" isn't such a bad thing. Next entry i wanna tell all my goals lol...i finally got them figured out! night!
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
stressed about it...
I got something on my mind aight so im gonna kick it to you the way it's coming out.
Passed the romanticized, young minded, and indecisive nature of being a female [naturally].... i was taught to be as logical, decisive and ambitious [mentally] as possible, because naturally if that wasn't beaten into me to be mentally stern and direct, i'd be caught up in the clouds and not grinding.
My father always stressed "don't let people take advantage of you, because i know you have the horrible tendency of being kind-hearted and charitable like ur mother"...he never liked my mother breaking her back for people and getting paid with the satisfaction of knowing she did a good deed versus getting money. I guess that was part of a "man's code." Time goes by people will use you, money can moderate and depreciate a service, especially if you need the money and they need the service, something in the name of money can make people dislike you...but service+money=even exchange.
I disliked my father because he wasn't nuturing and understanding, he was cruel BUT he had no problems when it came to people, they KNEW what to do, what to expect, because he commanded certain things that were completely understandable; even exchanges. He said "Key, the only thing that dont need to pay you now is your husband and ur kids...that's because they'll all pay you later." I thought my dad was an asshole and we had to accept it. He used to "whoop" me and tell me that he didn't owe me shit.
Readers, you may think that's barbaric or child abuse but that's how i was taught:
"Prior planning prevents piss poor performance," "stop getting used," "If you're mad scratch your ass and get glad," "Why are you crying? Do you want something to cry about?" "stop all that MICKEY MOUSE garbage"
All shit that was beat into me, "You might get mad at life, you got to measle up your own happiness, if you cry and whine at life, there's bigger issues in life that you could cry about, so stop your ridiculousness, shut the hell up and know the dynamics of something before anything happens to you...so you can adequately get this money."
And I had to accept that......
So i do hair...hell i can practically do anything...I braid, I weave, I perm, I flat iron and curl....ALL my people have paid me some how, some way...I had a nigga i havent charged...everyone was like "dog you need to charged him", i braided his hair a good 5 times in a spand of 1st and 2nd quarter freshmen yr IF that...so when i got with him...all the people was like well he ur nigga now so i guess, he STAYED braided up, elaborate ass shit [fishbones into a hearts, zig-zags, spirals, etc.]
...now when i lost my financial aid and got kicked outta school, i didn't talk about the shit, my fridge stayed empty because my ass aint gonna buy groceries or eat, I'll manage so I was either braiding up this Haitian girls hair, my old roommates hair, my hair and my home girls hair alternating gettin money....and when i wasn't doin hair i was with him. So him and i are friends now ;)...and the homies are like yo if you're gonna continue to braid his hair, he gotta pay if we're all payin this one dude cant have free-be's just because of ya'lls past history and u should tell him early so u dont look like a spiteful bitch. :( i hated that part...like you don't even know how bad...but logical me was like "times are hard and ur friends are right, get money, he's ur nigga, he'll understand, just a little 10 bucks for some flyy ass braids aint shit cuz that's the discount of all discounts"
People in the town(seattle) charge 15-20 for the shit i do, with recession and times being... people are uppin prices with EVERYTHING because times is gettin hard. I'm a full time student(i'm back in school), no financial aid and no income rollin thru....is it bad to ask the dude for atleast 10? I dont wanna look spiteful...It's not my M.O. but let's be honest and frank...I do good ass work for hardly shit ya know...so when i get hit with the "when is this become a business transaction" i feel like shit charging but man...
i hope you'll understand, im not being spiteful, come on....you should know me better than that. You supposedly trust me and i walked around butt naked around u="i trust you." I did shit for you , to you, and you've seen first hand that should let you know i dont grease enless i've been oiled down....and ur the last person in the 509 that I'd be spiteful and ill will towards. I wasn't playing when i said i was "dude minded" [a nigga] and any nigga would all in all would get money right? Fuck the feelings, fuck if they get mad or not, fuck if we're still doing shit on the low or not, fuck if we're friends or not...it's and even exchange not complicate by feelings, hostilities, or relations....it's a flat rate. You should appreciate my services enough to understand where im coming from and the situation....
My people say that's life, he gotta pay...my father says that's life, they all gotta pay....Life is messed up when you tell people shit like that...i wish everything in life was free...but then again im not thinking realistically.
Passed the romanticized, young minded, and indecisive nature of being a female [naturally].... i was taught to be as logical, decisive and ambitious [mentally] as possible, because naturally if that wasn't beaten into me to be mentally stern and direct, i'd be caught up in the clouds and not grinding.
My father always stressed "don't let people take advantage of you, because i know you have the horrible tendency of being kind-hearted and charitable like ur mother"...he never liked my mother breaking her back for people and getting paid with the satisfaction of knowing she did a good deed versus getting money. I guess that was part of a "man's code." Time goes by people will use you, money can moderate and depreciate a service, especially if you need the money and they need the service, something in the name of money can make people dislike you...but service+money=even exchange.
I disliked my father because he wasn't nuturing and understanding, he was cruel BUT he had no problems when it came to people, they KNEW what to do, what to expect, because he commanded certain things that were completely understandable; even exchanges. He said "Key, the only thing that dont need to pay you now is your husband and ur kids...that's because they'll all pay you later." I thought my dad was an asshole and we had to accept it. He used to "whoop" me and tell me that he didn't owe me shit.
Readers, you may think that's barbaric or child abuse but that's how i was taught:
"Prior planning prevents piss poor performance," "stop getting used," "If you're mad scratch your ass and get glad," "Why are you crying? Do you want something to cry about?" "stop all that MICKEY MOUSE garbage"
All shit that was beat into me, "You might get mad at life, you got to measle up your own happiness, if you cry and whine at life, there's bigger issues in life that you could cry about, so stop your ridiculousness, shut the hell up and know the dynamics of something before anything happens to you...so you can adequately get this money."
And I had to accept that......
So i do hair...hell i can practically do anything...I braid, I weave, I perm, I flat iron and curl....ALL my people have paid me some how, some way...I had a nigga i havent charged...everyone was like "dog you need to charged him", i braided his hair a good 5 times in a spand of 1st and 2nd quarter freshmen yr IF that...so when i got with him...all the people was like well he ur nigga now so i guess, he STAYED braided up, elaborate ass shit [fishbones into a hearts, zig-zags, spirals, etc.]
...now when i lost my financial aid and got kicked outta school, i didn't talk about the shit, my fridge stayed empty because my ass aint gonna buy groceries or eat, I'll manage so I was either braiding up this Haitian girls hair, my old roommates hair, my hair and my home girls hair alternating gettin money....and when i wasn't doin hair i was with him. So him and i are friends now ;)...and the homies are like yo if you're gonna continue to braid his hair, he gotta pay if we're all payin this one dude cant have free-be's just because of ya'lls past history and u should tell him early so u dont look like a spiteful bitch. :( i hated that part...like you don't even know how bad...but logical me was like "times are hard and ur friends are right, get money, he's ur nigga, he'll understand, just a little 10 bucks for some flyy ass braids aint shit cuz that's the discount of all discounts"
People in the town(seattle) charge 15-20 for the shit i do, with recession and times being... people are uppin prices with EVERYTHING because times is gettin hard. I'm a full time student(i'm back in school), no financial aid and no income rollin thru....is it bad to ask the dude for atleast 10? I dont wanna look spiteful...It's not my M.O. but let's be honest and frank...I do good ass work for hardly shit ya know...so when i get hit with the "when is this become a business transaction" i feel like shit charging but man...
i hope you'll understand, im not being spiteful, come on....you should know me better than that. You supposedly trust me and i walked around butt naked around u="i trust you." I did shit for you , to you, and you've seen first hand that should let you know i dont grease enless i've been oiled down....and ur the last person in the 509 that I'd be spiteful and ill will towards. I wasn't playing when i said i was "dude minded" [a nigga] and any nigga would all in all would get money right? Fuck the feelings, fuck if they get mad or not, fuck if we're still doing shit on the low or not, fuck if we're friends or not...it's and even exchange not complicate by feelings, hostilities, or relations....it's a flat rate. You should appreciate my services enough to understand where im coming from and the situation....
My people say that's life, he gotta pay...my father says that's life, they all gotta pay....Life is messed up when you tell people shit like that...i wish everything in life was free...but then again im not thinking realistically.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Central District
"The owl route cruised to the "mixed" income and low priced areas of Seattle. The Metro illuminated the darken streets leading the homeless, the over worked mothers and the rebellious youth home; to the southend. The bus was old, the seats eroded over with mildew and the windows were tagged by previous riders. The aroma of dampened cigarettes, perspiration and dry urine mixed with the chilling breeze rushed through the nostrils of the individuals that were all too familar with the bus route #7. As for me, i sit in the back secluded in "my world" with the cracked out hoes eyeing themselves in the mirror fixing their lipstick, the wanna be pimps and the weed men whispering, "Aye, Aye...i got that 2 for 15." As for me, this way, my metro ride i think about the other side...FUCK i miss the CD."
I wrote this when i was in the 10th grade...I'm from the Central district and i moved to the South End of Seattle and both areas dont get along with each other and well it was hard moving from the cd to the southend. At the end of the day i laid my head down at my parents house...but home is where the heart is. I saw unspeakable things on those bus rides and walks home that made me despize living in the southend but im happy that i seen all that.....but i still miss the CD...well Pre 2007.
I wrote this when i was in the 10th grade...I'm from the Central district and i moved to the South End of Seattle and both areas dont get along with each other and well it was hard moving from the cd to the southend. At the end of the day i laid my head down at my parents house...but home is where the heart is. I saw unspeakable things on those bus rides and walks home that made me despize living in the southend but im happy that i seen all that.....but i still miss the CD...well Pre 2007.
Disclaimer
I dont even know what to necessarily write about...lol, not to take away from me being an awesomely interesting individual...(if you're wondering if that was cockiness or sarcasm) i was serious but im not cocky in the least bit, dry humor maybe? The only thing that's slightly close to me being a dumb air head is being a prime example of having tons of "oxymorons" that describe me. Hince the Name Key Porno the Saint...which i find QUITE hilarious. Obscene yet holy.
The name is Key Porter. I haven't found direct on this blogspot yet other than it preoccupying my time, and spuing out my thoughts when my insomnia creeps up. I kinda told my self I wouldn't talk shit about people I'd talk subjects, dymanics and places. I most likely will touch on Politics, Science, the Economy, Music, My background, my views on family, marriage, society, traveling. family etc..til then I'm content with tangents and hope you like my non sense! ;)
The name is Key Porter. I haven't found direct on this blogspot yet other than it preoccupying my time, and spuing out my thoughts when my insomnia creeps up. I kinda told my self I wouldn't talk shit about people I'd talk subjects, dymanics and places. I most likely will touch on Politics, Science, the Economy, Music, My background, my views on family, marriage, society, traveling. family etc..til then I'm content with tangents and hope you like my non sense! ;)
The NBA All Star Game.
I was surprised to see Tamia still looking flawless as ever, I swear that woman doesn't age it was like she was fresh out the Officially Missing You video with a shorter hair cut. Yo was it just me or when she sung in a different language who cared what she was really singing? She was passionate and it sounded sexy, damn i wish i knew like Portuguese or French, instant boxer/brief dropper! Those languages are SO seductive. Jordin Sparks, i never really heard her sing except that No Air joint so that Anthem was refreshing....but my FAVORITE part....the part that made my day, other than that cross over pass to Kobe thru the crowd of dude's and he went up for the dunk and SHITTED on the East, hands down had to be Shaq giggin! That dude is a CLOWN!
Everytime I need a good laugh or a pick me up, I'm gonna watch this shit. Not to mention, and some might disagree, but i dont care....He was dancing to P The Don's instrumental to Heroes. I love that damn song, Naz and Keri Hilston. Yeah man...Shaq didn't make my night with one of his crazy quotes but that free-styled dancing number. I forgot to post this up last night but like hamburger helper the next day, i had to let that shit marinate in my thoughts like did this GIGANTIC dude just pop lock and gig super hard!?! i was DYING! and the West won!! I wasn't cheerin for a team because my favorite players where on both sides but being on the West coast sorta narrowed it down lol. It was an aight game!
Everytime I need a good laugh or a pick me up, I'm gonna watch this shit. Not to mention, and some might disagree, but i dont care....He was dancing to P The Don's instrumental to Heroes. I love that damn song, Naz and Keri Hilston. Yeah man...Shaq didn't make my night with one of his crazy quotes but that free-styled dancing number. I forgot to post this up last night but like hamburger helper the next day, i had to let that shit marinate in my thoughts like did this GIGANTIC dude just pop lock and gig super hard!?! i was DYING! and the West won!! I wasn't cheerin for a team because my favorite players where on both sides but being on the West coast sorta narrowed it down lol. It was an aight game!
The Beginning of Insomnia
It's close to 2 o' clock in the morning, i lay in my bed, up as ever and my eyes are beggin me to cease this foolish notion of insomnia and give all this "but i can't sleep" bullshit a rest....but as always im restless and unsettled. Yes, yes, im new on the bloggest of spots, tryna be a white dot on a black sheet of paper...I'm a black sheep, but highly blessed and favored. 3 mins to 2 o' clock...I started this bloggin shit because my friend did, Funny thing is i threw away some friends off this online journaling shit, I started this bloggin shit so when it's 2 minutes to 2 o'clock and countin, i just wont be sittin up by myself with my thoughts, I started this bloggin shit because i need an outlet...a sweet surrender...Damn, Damn It's 2 'o clock.
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