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Saturday, August 19, 2006

    sit yo' five dolla' ass down before i make change


howdy, little blog of mine.
i always have a ton of blog-worthy shit happen to me but by the time i get a chance to write about it, i've forgotten it all.
i'm gonna blame it on the millions of brain cells J's caused me to lose by ramming my head into the head board when we're fucking.
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we were gonna go home this weekend but our moms started talking about engagement parties and wedding stuff again so we're just gonna chill here like the big boring couple we are.
why won't those women let us do things on our on terms?
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question for the non-southerners who read this thing:
are there any southern-style houses where you live?
whether J likes it or not, we're not staying in the south forever but i want a big southern house with a wrap-around porch and a big swing and a hammock in the backyard.
ooh, i wanna live in italy.
those villas are the shit.
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why am i the only person who thinks beyonce is overrated?
and why am i the only person who thinks her ass isn't as big as she wishes it was?
she ain't got the ghetto booty like most black girls.
in fact, her ass is a lot more wider than it is round.
far from the bootylicious bullshit she was hollering about a few years ago.
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i hate getting hit on.
i take that back.
i hate getting hit on by:
-ugly guys
-ugly guys who don't understand what 'get the fuck outta my face before i mace your ugly ass' means
-attractive but cocky guys who assume i'm a lesbian cause i'm so turned off by their smugness
-old guys [yeah, they have droopy balls]
-guys with one or more gold teef
-guys with one or more stab and/or bullet wounds
-guys who call me "shawty" or "junk in da trunk"
-guys who say "i've never seen a black chick as hot as you"
-virgins [not because they're virgins but it's just a very uncomfortable situation. i'm a freak and you can't say 'vagina' without giggling. what am i supposed to do with that?]
-guys who are mouth-breathers
-guys who sweat profusely
-guys who are horrible dancers [it's not cute, boo]
-guys who are short. [sorry, i only do 6'0 and up]
-guys with jewfros
-guys with bad teeth
-guys with foul breath
-guys who bathe in their cologne
-guys who use backhand compliments in an attempt to woo me
-guys who respond to me being engaged with "that ain't got nothin' to do with me"
-guys who have the IQ of fried dog shit
-guys who say "like" or "dude" after every other word
-guys who are hairy
-butch lesbians [i prefer the lipstick lesbians. they're so much more gentle.]

mmkay, i hate getting hit on by anyone other than J.
i wuvs him.
and he gives me great backrubs and licks my giney a lot.
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given that you're financially set and not married, how long do you live with your significant other before you decide it's okay for one person to pay all the bills?
when J and i first started living together, he moved in with me, so he wanted to pay half of everything just to be fair but always offered to pay everything in full.
since we've moved into this place, we still go half on all the bills but he's become really adamant about wanting to pay everything himself.
i used to think it was because he had this machismo thing going and he thinks the man should be the financial supporter or whatever.
but when i really think about it, as long as i've known J, he's never really let me pay for anything.
even when i buy him stuff, he'll ask me how much it cost and offer to reimburse me for it.
or if i don't have any cash on me and he does, he'll slip some in my wallet.
i don't really understand it cause he knows i have money.
hmmph.....maybe it's a control issue.
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has anyone seen world trade center, yet?
J wants to go see it tonight but i don't really wanna have that horrific day and have the movie totally suck ass.
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i have to pee.

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