What is that?
You weren't expecting that here were you?
How am I supposed to function after the horrible display The Horns put on? Way to end a fucking awful season. Giving Aggies bragging rights for a whole fucking year? Absolutely fucking wonderful.
Just as wonderful as missing Blue October tonight, ugghh. Excuse me I need to go get fatter.
First let me start off by telling you that you're not as clever as you think. I might be the last one caught up on what you do to girls, but I'm clued in now. So give it up.
Last night when you answered the door at your house, I'm sure you thought I was there to see you. Yes, you're hot, but not hot enough for me to be all psycho over you. I didn't even want to go knock on the door until I talked to Carlos but I assumed Carlos was going to answer the door since his car was there and he was waiting for me. It's not my fault Carlos was out in a different car, but that's besides the point.
Although, I must thank you for revealing the true reason for your rejection, your gay. Good thing my lack of a penis is what kept you from going out to dinner with me. Don't try and deny it, if you were straight you wouldn't have pointed out that, "You're a man therefore you're watching sports."
Next time you want to convince me your not gay don't do it by calling my Mom a M.I.L.F. I mean I know she's hot and all, but knowing that you have had dirty thoughts about my Mother is just plain wrong.
You probably thought I was flirting with you when I was being rude to you. *Newsflash* We're not in kindergarten. When I say I hate you, I really hate you. Also when I said you suck and you're a tool, yeah, NOT KIDDING. Cause, Dude you REALLY suck. Apparently literally cause you're gay.
When I punched you, of course it hurt.I've been wanting to punch you for a long time, so when you started flirting with me by chasing me around and hitting me with the curtain rod, I punched you and damn hard. It felt good and given the chance Id do it again, HARDER. While we're at it, yes you were flirting, BIG TIME.
when you cut out a tiny paper heart with your pocket knife and gave it to the girl sitting next to me, it didn't make me jealous. Especially because I know that girl is awesome and can see right through you. That is why I laughed so hard when she ripped it up and gave it right back to you. She's bad ass, really she is. Too bad you were just acting hurt when that happened, I wish it would have hurt you for real.
I will admit that you're an awesome guitar player and probably the only reason I still find you attractive, me and every other girl for that matter. Especially when you bust out with my favorite John Mayer song. I know you know it's my favorite. Fucker. I do thank you for playing for us while we sang and thanks again that you're playing for us on Sunday. How does it feel to be used?
Having that awesome girl show me the exchange you've had with her on my space, was priceless. That's right! I read it ALL. You're so stupid. Amazing with words, yes. Good thing you didn't say those things you said to her to me because I'm stupid enough to were I would have believed you. The funny thing is that she doesn't even know I asked you out and that you rejected me. She just wanted to share with another girl how you play mind games with girls and how she beats you when you try to play them with her. Too bad I wasn't smart enough to do that.
So maybe I found out a little too late. So maybe I seem stupid to you. So maybe I provided you with a little entertainment. OK, you win and I lose. Too bad for you it wasn't a knock out, that was round one. I'm winning round 2 and I'm gonna knock you the fuck out. Because us Honduran bitches we kick, ESPECIALLY when you're down.
Love,
Me
I don't want to hear it on MTV, especially not when it's featured on an episode of Laguna Beach. I don't want to hear it on the local pop station, especially when it's featured on a new music segment on the radio show of The Media Guy I pissed Off.
It's not new! It's been my favorite song for well over a year. This blog is named after it. I love, love, love it! For the love of God, PLEASE don't ruin it for me. It's an awesome song and I know that the teeny bopper kids are just going to soak it all up and next show I go see Im going to be the only person of age at the show, ok well maybe Snippy will be there too. BUT STILL!
Leave it the fuck alone. Leave it in my little world of guilty pleasures. Leave it alone in my world of designer clothes, make up, sweaty hot band boys, or even regular hot boys, rock & roll, sex and cheesecake.
I know it's kind of stupid of me to become possesive of a song, but I do. All the time. I feel like my favorite songs are my little treasures, hidden from the world and when they are discovered I get a little jealous. Like, "Hey but I liked it first!"
"Little old me, Yeah I LIKED IT FIRST."
I want someone to recognize that, cause really it matters.
I know, I know it's stupid. I know I should be happy for them, that they're going to get super huge and make lots of money. They're nice guys and they deserve it. I mean really I met them, they're nice. Agustana is an awesome band, with a bunch of good guys. They deserve to get big.
I just didn't want MY song, Boston, to get ruined.
I can totally understand why the world is in love with it though. Sigh. Here you go, enjoy it internet but remember! I liked it first!
Only I didn't get to go to a ball,I didn't meet prince charming, I had no glass slippers and no fairy god mother. Damn it.
I rushed home so I could post before midnight. If that doesn't solidify my classification as a loser then I don't know what does. That's ok though because Im a loser with hot clothes, lots of shopping today. Yay for living with my parents! My Mom often decides to take me on little shopping sprees.
Sure I feel like a loser a lot of the time. Like when I'm speeding home so I can get on blogger before midnight, or being at home for the 5th Friday night in a row, or being ignored by Dentist at the moment. So yeah maybe Im a loser, but a loser with two new pairs of Citizens jeans and a lamb skin black leather jacket.
Yeah, I have kick ass outfits to stay at home in on Friday nights. BEAT THAT.
My eyes are extremely red, they have been all day. They are so irritated cause of my allergies. It's extremely hard for me to stare at my computer monitor for longer than a few minutes. So there is my excuse for a crappy blog today, you happy?
No I don't have herpes of the eyes, or pink eye, or some other type of infection. My Optometrist said my eyes needed rest and to wear my glasses until the irritation goes down.
Now I can blame my lack of social life on having to wear glasses. I mean I did spend over $300 on some hip Gucci frames, but man I don't care how cute and expensive glasses I are I look like I dork. I'm not sexy in glasses.
So yeah thanks allergies! I appreciate it. I'd take snot, phlegm and sinuses over having to wear these stupid glasses any day. Fuck! Seriously Id look hotter with snot running down my nose than with these glasses on my face.
Today is election day people! Get out and vote. You can stay home and believe that your vote doesn't make a difference, but it does. So exercise your right to vote.
I don't have that right, if I did I would vote. I am 23 years of age and have never voted. I'm sure that lots of people out there are of age and have never voted. The sad things is that they can vote, I on the other hand can't. I am not a U.S. citizen but I know if I was, I would be out there voting.
So many people bitch about how crappy such and such politicians are or how poorly our tax money is being spent. Well then get off your lazy ass and do something about it. Nothing is going to change while you sit at home and scrath your ass. I pay just as much in taxes as you do and my opinion means nothing, I'm powerless. You however, you can have an opinion and a say on what the outcome of today's election is.
So go out and vote today! If you don't do it for the good of your country, state and city, then do it for me. I don't care if you vote democrat, republican or independent. Just go vote. Just know that if I find out you could vote and didn't, I'll kick you in the testicles/vagina.
I'm serious. What are you doing reading this? Go Vote, NOW. DO IT.
I've been browing nablopomo randomizer pretty frequently, in hopes of stumbling across a few good reads. First of all that thing is spitting out a lot of the same blogs to me, psssh, and second nothing has really popped out at me.
Now see here is the thing,I am not saying that there aren't any good blogs out there, or that everyone's writing sucks. I have stumbled on some amazing writers, their words are beautiful, intelligent, thoughtful and deep. However that's not really speaking to me right now.
Also not speaking to me at the moment are Mommy bloggers. I swear there must be a law out there that states, "If your vagina has popped out a kid, you must create a blog and in this blog you will talk about how cute, mischevious and weird your kids are, you will also post a million pictures of them, ALL THE TIME."
Now don't get me wrong I love reading the Mommy bloggers, they write some pretty funny shit and their kids are sometimes cute but well I'm sorry I can't relate. The fact that I've never had my vagina ripped open makes me unable to relate to all that cuteness, and love. Well, frankly I don't want to relate to it right now.
All Im saying that is out of hundreds of thousands of blogs there has to be a couple of them out there who don't mention kids or make me want to vomit with cuteness, love, and all things butterflies, clouds, rainbows and lady bugs. I've been in an extremely bitchy mood lately and I just want to know that there are others just as bitter as me. I want to feed my bitchyness.
I also want to live through others as they write about their drunkeness, sluttiness, and stupidness. I mean seriously, someone out there has to be sinning but Im thinking that people on the internet well they don't have the balls to admit to those things.
So if you're reading this and you can point me over to some blogs that might interest me leave me a comment. I have faith in you internet after all we can't leave everything slutty, drunk, and stupid up to me. I've been doing a shitty job of doing those things lately. Although, Im thinking that those bloggers well they might be too hungover or in someone else's bed therefore they're unable to share.
Im jealous, really jealous.
When I bite my toungue and hold myself back because I have to see you every week and you're friends with my friends don't send a confusing message.
I preffer silence from you once I find out you don't have any balls.
Fucking men.
If I ask you if you'd like to have dinner or coffee with me sometime, then I expect a yes or no. Don't try and spare my feelings.
Don't try and be clever and cute by telling me I would break your friend's/roomate's heart and that Id also be a homewrecker. Then don't tell me how you had an awesome time Friday night dancing and how you have to throw another party at your house so we could dance it up.
Why don't you fucking grab your balls, grunt, fart and adjust your balls and tell me, "No."
You don't even have to say thanks. Just say, "No I don't think I want to go out to dinner with you."
Tell me that you're not interested, don't fucking throw out that your friends likes me. First of all I didn't even know he liked me and you and I both know that hell would have to freeze over for me to be interested in your friend. Your friend has met me ONCE, Im sure he wouldn't be heartbroken.
Ok, sure you're trying to be a nice guy but it took you a whole fucking day to come up with the friend excuse? Why didn't you tell me that right away, because if that's really why you don't want to have dinner with me then you could have easily thrown that out yesterday, it's pretty obvious you were thinking of how exactly to let me down.
First of all don't give yourself that much credit, Im not heartbroken. Second of all grow some fucking balls. Third, learn how to be a better fucking liar. Fourth don't ever insult my intelligence again by throwing a little white lie my way.
You don't have balls, you're a liar and you don't have pre-marital sex. So really, I didn't want to date you in the first place.
Im no longer going to do the Love Thursday posts, they make me want to puke.
Im sorry I exposed you guys to that. God damn it I need my fucking alcohol, Im not sweet, Im not nice. I hate rainbows (no not gays, rainbows, I hate rainbows), bunnies, and clowns. I don't throw up peace signs, hug trees, and dream of the world being perfect.
I am self righteous, bitchy, critical, and brutally honest. Im plain fucking evil. Im evil with a little fun. Im a cunt. Im a bitchy cunt.
Normally this weekend Id be participating in Halloween activities, dressing up in a really slutty costume (I love being slutty) but instead Im going to help with the kids carnival at church and then NOTHING.
Im fucking pathetic but Im not going to drink because even though I love being a raging alcoholic I love being a bitchy cunt that is insanely stubborn even more and I will not let anyone prove me wrong. Im not going to drink because I don't want to hear, "I knew you couldn't do it!"
On December 21st Im going to go on a bender, Im going to drink Austin fucking dry, I will pass out, black out and puke all night.
Don't worry about me, I'll be ALRIGHT. I THINK.
I give people the benefit of the doubt too often and too much. Seems Ive just been screwed in the ass big time, I never liked that type of thing. This is pretty fucking low though.
I was looking over my blog stats this morning and it turns out that I may have been bitching out the wrong person/thing.
I found out that if you google the show of that media person the link to my blog that was sent to BB is result #6 on Google.
So FUCK YOU GOOGLE!
Other searches that lead to my blog:
"let him get off" tease
yager bomb
Yes, well alcohol and sex, what more could you expect?
The links to the blogs of those whom I personally know have now been removed off my blog.
No more blog roll for me, this causes drama.
Kindly remove me off yours, I know Bob already did.
Obviously the reader who is spreading the news of my "evilness" hopped on over from one of those blogs.
P.S. Team Ramrod will kick ass tomorrow.
Why is my stupid blog about Bobby Bones causing this much drama? Why? Seriously?
This is my MOTHERFUCKING BLOG, and I can write about whatever I want to.
I have given my link to 4 people: Hi Snippy, Bob, Santi and Melinda.
I set my blog to private last night because I was so embarrased or afraid that my blog would be talked about on air and people would send me hate mail, comments etc.
You know what bring it the fuck on.
This is so childish and stupid. Who the fuck cares what I think? Why would anyone find what I write meaningful enough to send it to someone who I don't even know?
Honestly, I really don't care. This is their fault, not mine. So go ahead and send the link to my blog to whoever the hell you want, cause I don't care. Im not going to start censoring myself now.
For fucksakes people this is the motherfucking internet, didn't your parents ever tell you that everything on the internet is a fucking lie? Who takes the internet seriously? Who?
I shouldn't get scolded for what I wrote, especially by my friends. Fuck that. This is my blog, it's my business. I didn't say that YOU thought Bobby Bones was a tool. I said I think, as in ME.
I write this blog, it's MY opinion. If someone is going to be stupid enough to take my words as that of others then that is their motherfucking problem.
Rant over.
(And you know who the fuck Im talking about!)
Fuck you!
As I recall I never invited you to read this blog, so stay the fuck out. If you do decide to come on here and read about the stupid shit I blog about then keep what I say to yourself.
Im not going to apologize for my opinions or what I have said on here about anyone. This is My MOTHERFUCKING BLOG and I will write about whomever and whatever I want to.
Keep your filthy paws off my blog and much better why the fuck don't you get a life? Im sure Mr.Media is your BFF now huh? Hah. Fucking tool (you, not Mr.Media)
You know who else I think is a tool? Your Fucking Mom.
Why don't you just pass this link to her? Fucker.
That's what I feel like.
I feel like shitty poop.
Therefore today I won't be blogging all about my fun, fun weekend. I promise details will come soon.
I am also going to be missing out on happy hour with the kickball team, but damn if you guys want me to be in tip top asskicking shape for thursday's game then you better understand my ass needs to get in bed, pronto.
Thanks Snippy for picking up my dinero, now I hope they don't forget my shirt.
You know as I've grown up I've learned to not say a lot of things out loud. Im tired of holding back, Im about to lash out at someone. Im fucking pissed.
I usually only give once change, I gave two. So this is all my fault. I take the blame but now I've deleted what should have been deleted a long time ago. I wasn't nice enough to warn you that you didn't want to meet the bitch in me, so good luck. It should be a good time for you.
They like me. They follow me. They check me out and tell me how beautiful I am and how nice my outfit is. What the hell do old balls know about fashion? It creeps me out, makes me want to vomit, and I want to kick the old balls. I don't. In some weird way I feel sorry for the old balls, I mean they're old. They get no play. I hate the old balls not only for the awful things they do and make me feel, but for making me feel sorry for them. Damn it.
