Sunday, March 29, 2009

Heartless.

this has been an interesting weekend for all of the wrong reasons. God certainly has a sense of humor. that's for SURE. He has a funny way of PUTTING PEOPLE ON BLAST.

YOU MAY GET BY, BUT HONEY YOU NEVER, EVER GET AWAY. think about it.

I've never been perfect. *gasp* and the beauty in it all is the fact that I've never claimed to be. I don't want to be perfect because quite frankly I think it's boring.

But some people, Oh SOME people, seem to think they are. They put on their best good girl/ good boy act, and let the show begin. Do all kind of foul ish in the dark when they figure folk don't know about it.

And then their whole damn world turns upside down. And the truth begins to reveal itself. and their exposed for the frauds they are.


And I'm sitting in the cut.


Maybe I am a cold-hearted bastard.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

It gets no better than this..


stop dreaming it,
I'm living it!

He's attractive, right?

I was reading a blog over at singleblackmale, and it was pretty damn interesting. The blog was about how women aren't accurate judges of other women i.e don't ask a chick if another chick is cute because she'll probably say no based on her own agenda.

I agree 1000 percent.

Unless you're a chick like me.

if any dude that I rock with wants an honest opinion on how shorty-over-there looks, I'm going to give it to him. If she's bad, I'm not going to hate. Real bad bitches don't mind giving other bad bitches compliments! =]

but, I digress.

My post is a little different. Why is it that if you ask a guy how another guy looks (i.e. is he cute), you'll always get the same response: "I don't know, I don't look at other dudes"? That's the most ridiculous sh*t I've ever heard in my life. You have eyes just like I do my nig! You know if a nigga is bangin' or not, you just don't want to seem.. gay.

I asked one of my guy friends about how another guy looked. He said: "I mean, he could get girls but I don't know. I don't look at other dudes like that". BOY BYE. if you know he could get girls, you know damn well he's fine.

What's the big deal with it? If a guy is comfortable enough in his sexuality, saying another dude is attractive - not sexy, not cute but at least ATTRACTIVE - shouldn't be a problem.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Lions, Tigers, & Bears: A Weedhead moment.

I don't smoke weed, lets clear that up. Although, I have nothing against my weed-smoking brothers and sisters. Jah bless y'all.
So umm, what the fu&k am I talking about when I say "weedhead moment", you ask?

I'm talking about the one moment where the simplest statement seems like the most profound shit you've ever heard in your life.

My moment came today as I was listening to Jazmine Sullivan's "Lions, Tigers, & Bears" and I heard her say two of the realest lines ever:

"Just cuz I love you, and you love me, that doesn't mean that we're meant to be". Aint that the truth!

Oh, and I can't forget: "Why do we love love, when love seems to hate us?" When I heard that I was like "WHAAAAAT?! damn, I never thought about that!" in true weedhead fashion.


lol.
Please forgive me. it's Tuesday.

Saturday, March 21, 2009

What?!

I'm like.. beyond stoked. Way beyond it. My mom bought me the illest camera ever, the shots are absolutely amazing, the color is incredible. it's a Canon powershot sd790. Super flyy.


Now I can post some snazzy photos on here. it'll bring us closer together. =]

Monday, March 16, 2009

Yes.

I just realized how beautiful this song is.






1:45 had me like daaaaaaamn son!
Homeboy's eyes are absolutely breathtaking.

Saturday, March 14, 2009

Wow.

it's been a hellafied weird day.
too much to type right now, hopefully I'll have the strength later.


holler.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Groupies.

I hate groupies. Like really. They irritate my spirit so much, it's like "Damn, can you hop off that nigga's meat for a second? Can you take his salami out of your voice box real quick?"

Especially when you're throwing yourself all over a boy that I like.

Shit is critical out here, because I never sweat niggas. I really don't. They come, they go, and most of the time I don't even notcie.

I notice it this time, but that's here nor there because I've come to realize that there's a reason they call 'em groupies. It's because niggas get what they want and toss them bitches to the side.



Real Steez: I just wish this nightmare would end.

Sunday, March 8, 2009

Man..

It's been such a nice weekend, real steez.
It was that "chill with that person you're diggin'" weather. The air smelled different, people seemed more friendly than usual. It's too bad that I had a major case of PMS yesterday, and an allergy attack today because I missed hanging in the beautiful weather. =/

It would've been a great day to snap some pics, or paint something. DAMN.


Oh well,
I'm still hype right now man!
I love this time of year- it's not too hot, not too cold. Just.. beautiful.

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Ugh.

My head hurts, I'm mad that Beat Freaks were ROBBED on America's Best Dance Crew, folks been getting on my damn nerves.. UGH!

Busted and Disgusted.
I'll holler, though.

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Asher Roth.

I don't want to like him, or his music- but I do.



This my jam, son.

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

One time, for your mind..

This is my last post of the day, I think.

What do I want to talk about? Uhm, Hip Hop? Yeah, that'll work.

I love music as a whole. It will always have big, big part of my heart. My all time favorite genre of music is hip hop.

Hip Hop.

I won't lie, I've expressed my disappointment in the content of hip hop music as a whole. There are times when I feel like it has absolutely no substance- just a whole bunch of ass shaking, gun poppin', weed smokin' mumbo jumbo. (And don't get me started on these "new wave rappers" who are trying so hard to be original that they all look the same.)

I'm the first chick to scream "hip hop is dead!" but, since I have so much time on my hands today, I found myself asking the question: "is hip hop dead, or is it moving in a new direction?"

hmm.

Hip Hop has definitely changed the world, and given people freedom to express themselves without censorship.

Hip Hop is an outlet, right?

So, who are we to judge what's real hip hop and what's not? Who are we to knock a [insert crappy rapper here]? Who are we to knock niggas for rapping about what's important to them, be it ass, guns, or weed? It's important to them, it doesn't have to be important to you. Fall back and go somewhere with yourself!


We complain about [insert genius rapper here], and how they're so underrated, how they don't get the props they deserve, etc. But, what are we doing to help them get the shine they deserve? Do we support their music (downloading on limewire doesn't count)? Do we buy their records? Do we "spread the word"? In most cases, no. It's so easy to complain. It's so easy to be a part of the problem, instead of the solution.

I'm rambling now.

The beauty in the whole situation is the fact that you DON'T have to listen to anything you don't want to. Feel free to turn OFF your radio. Turn OFF 106 & Park (which I don't even watch anymore. fucking trash). I can't even say MTV because they rarely play videos (Fuck them yo).


In conclusion, I say: throw your favorite jam on, and stop being so damn judgemental.

Oh, and when fish ride bicycles..

Look what happens?





Hardbody.
The Cool Kids - "Pennies"

what..

Why am I just now hearing this song?
This is ridiculous to me, I love it.






What do you think?

It's like poetry to me.

When you try your best, but you don't succeed
When you get what you want, but not what you need
When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse
And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone, but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

And high up above or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

Tears stream down your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
Tears stream down your face
And I...

Tears stream down on your face
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
Tears stream down your face
And I...

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

Things I need in my life.

Polo "Ranger" Boots


Them Louis Joints.





Can't forget my G Shocks.






I need a sugar daddy.

hmm..

I hate not posting for a long time, because when I'm back at it, I go on a posting frenzy.
Anyone who knows anything about NY knows that it snowed yesterday. really bad.

Everything was shut down, with the exception of my school. Go figure.
My mom let me stay home anyway. =p

I'm home again today, and that gives me nothing but time to devote to this blog, I love it so much.





holler.

Monday, March 2, 2009

Pussy Power.

I don't believe in hiding from my readers. I know you're out there, even though y'all don't comment- and that makes me sad. Anyway, from time to time, I'll blog about personal situations and events that affect my life. All identities will be hidden to protect the innocent- and the not so innocent. I won't shout folk out.




I didn't realize that pusy power was real until last night. Pause.

There's a male in my life, we'll call him "kid", has been in a fucked up situation. He's been messing with this chick, we'll call her "skank" for a minute. It's really taken a toll on him, and everyone close to him. I'll give yall a little backstory on this chick: SHE HAS A BOYFRIEND.

RED FLAG.

Not a regular boyfriend either, a boyfriend who says that he can't picture life without her- he'd kill himself first.

RED FLAG NUMBER 2.

All of her past relationships have been with crazy, abusive thugs.

RED FLAG NUMBER 3.

Everyone close to "kid", including myself, has tried to warn him about this chick. She's unstable, and all of her relationships are unstable. She's been letting "kid" slide in her for a minute now. How you gon' let him smash when you have a (suicidal) boyfriend?

DIRTY BITCH.


I'd say that shit got really real last night. Mind you, "skank" is 21. "Kid" is 20. Why the fuck is she playing on "kid's" phone on an unavailable number? and to top it all off, she had another nigga on the line! It got so bad, that he had to turn his phone off. LOL. SMH.

WTF.

I just used three text phrases in a row. Shit is critical out here.

this situation gets more bizarre by the minute. I knew this bitch was crazy.

So, all of the people close to "kid" (including.. yours truly) try to talk some sense into his ass. I asked him, "What is it about her? Why does it seem like you can't shake this bitch off?"

He didn't asnwer.

So, "kid" turned his phone back on today, and of course the unavailable number was back at it again.

He decided to cook, and gives me his phone. BAD MOVE on his part. So, I accidentally on purpose ran across some of his text messages. From her. They read as follows:

"I can't wait until you cum all over.. I mean come over :D"

"I wanna have wildddd, nasty, kinky sex!"

"I wanna suck ya cock. I wanna lick your cum. I want you to fuck my asshole. I wanna ride ya dick til my pussy juice is drippin on ya dick and balls"


My mouth dropped to the fucking floor when I read that. The first thing that ran through my mind was, "Damn, this is a nasty freak bitch". Then a lightbulb went off:

THAT'S WHY HE CAN'T LET GO.

The nastiness in her is appealing to him. And that's disappointing. I'm sure there are some bitches with less baggage that arre just as nasty, some x10.


Pussy Prevails.


But.. pussy won't prevail in this situation. She better get it together before my foot climbs up her ass walls.