what husbands.
p.s. i found this song called “suck it or not” in my iTunes. i’ll just say, i listen to, read, and watch a lot of arbitrarily vulgar and offensive things (i.e. hip hop 2k9) and this has to be some of the most disrespectful shit i’ve ever heard.
hahahahah, OH CAM!
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3 organic bananas
1 sugar-free redbull
“so do movies!”
“that was more like, a marilyn manson jump-off”
“you maaaaad, you maaaaaaddd!!”
i looooooove him. i’ll get like this for cam.
take photobooth pictures on your mac while you’re ichatting, and then drop the files into the message box. this is called your “current-steez.”
above, you see his. cute n’ yoda-ey. this was minez:
you’re welcome.
i disabled comments for this blog because i apparently have a knack for drawing in audiences over 40 who think it’s cool to give me anony-lectures about my ‘tude and outlook and shit.
people have been projecting their own insecurities on my supposed “attitude” for years now. 21 years. i can’t help but think it’s because i’m a black girl. so it’s sort of like:
but whatever. kicking ass and taking names is supposedly bad for my health/happiness, but the truth is, with the way things have gone for me… i’d be lost without it. so sometimes i’m a fucking bitch. who cares? get away from me. if you don’t think it’s funny –don’t laugh, shit-talk me if you’ve gotta, and move the fuck on. test out that clever little blog browser up there at the top of the page. sure, it’ll most likely direct you to some Kashi-chomping Japanese guy who writes about urban-life in the Ukraine, but maybe that’s just boring enough to deter you from getting all up in someone’s George Foreman Dr. Phil to Britney-style in the comments section.
anyway, sorry to the 4 people who liked to occasionally drop inconsequential “that’s nasty”’s and “well, whaddya gonna do?”’s. having to approve them was a bore (and, yes i had to have it like that because other-wise there would be a sudden influx of “wow. what a great blog! try my new cellulite lamp at http://cellulitelampzaretheshizz.com”’s).
remember when this:
was what we thought of when someone uttered the word “Tweet”?
seriously. it’s much more productive than (doing a pitiful job at) psycho-analyzing a complete stranger’s bitchy, unserious commentary from Eternal Sunshine. i mean, for real, homie? ”a chip on my shoulder” because i wasn’t feeling Winslet with blue weave?
you clearly don’t get me, nor will you ever. to which i say; whore, get you a piece!
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