Awww You Love My Randomness!

Awwwww, guess what?! I’m on my 53rd blog entry (whoot whoot)!!!!!

When I decided I wanted to start my own blog, I really didn’t know the direction I was going in. In the beginning I said that I wanted to blog about my life, but later figured that would be real boring (lol). Then I said I would do a fashion blog since fashion is my passion, but decided not to do that either. Finally I decided on doing a blog about random subjects, which seems to be the route most bloggers usually go in anyway.

To be honest with you guys, I didn’t think people would actually read what I wrote, and subscribe to my blog. But when I noticed people were interested in what I had to say, and wanted to read more, it motivated me to keep writing.

Thank you to my handful of readers; I really appreciate your emails and comments. I’m happy to know that they’re random minded people like myself that want to hear the crazy sh*t have to say.

Sit back and continue this crazy ride through this very open minded brain of mine. I have a lot more to say, and I don’t plan on shutting up any time soon.

Kisses!!!

OMG….AM I A “COUGAR”?

I have a question to my handful of readers.
What does the age difference have to be in order for a woman to be considered a “cougar”? The reason why I ask this is because I think I may be entering in to “cougar” territory.

Over the last couple of months, I have noticed a pattern, and that pattern is majority of the guys I have gone out with have been younger than me.

Don’t go thinking I’m dating these little 18 year olds, because that is not the case. The age difference is usually between 5-6 years, and honestly, they are all very mature.

I have dated people that were about 4-7 years older than me (I’m 28) that didn’t even have the mental capacity of 20 a year old (damn that is bad).

Allow me to make something clear; I’m not a “sugar mama”. Nah boo, I don’t pass out money for the company of a young male tenderoni..LOL! Everything is done 50/50 just like any other friendship/relationship.

Sh*t, if I’m a “cougar”, oh well, “I’ll Bee Dat” (Redman voice).

[THIS IS MY “COUGAR” ANTHEM….AWWWWWW R.I.P AALIYAH]

Neighbors Know My Name….His Version

What the f*ckery?!

I won’t go in on this guy like I really want to, for the simple fact he put his heart in to singing this song.

I just have two questions.

Question #1. Is he singing from his cheeks or throat?
Question #2. Is he wearing dress shoes or tap shoes to make that sound?

*shrugs shoulders*

Just Another Day On MUNI………*kanye shrug*

I love being African American. But this is the type of sh*t makes me feel embarrassed for my race. We get a bad name from people like this woman (in the video below).

Granted, I don’t know what it was that set this woman off, and made her want to go bad on the asian lady, but whatever it was I’m sure it was nothing serious.

We [black people] have tendency to think we are the stronger race, and can beat the asses of all other races, which is not true. In high school I remember seeing a fight where the white girl beat the hell out of a black girl. And guess who was the one initiated the fight? DING DING DING..the black girl.

All I’m trying to say other than this is some embarrassing but yet funny sh*t to watch, is learn how to pick your battles, or be prepared to get your ass beat. *kanye shrug*

Side Note: I don’t condone violence in any kind of way, but you can’t help but to impressed by the way the asian lady squared up with the black lady. #teamasianlady Whoot Whoot!

Lets talk about this FriendshiT…oops I mean FriendshiP stuff

Lol! I love it!

Can someone please explain to me why meeting/making new friends is so hard when you become a certain age, or hit a certain point in your life. I swear it seems to be one of the hardest things about being an adult besides paying bills, and being fully responsible for yourself.

For those that have no clue how old I am, allow me to put myself on blast. I am 28 great years old, soon to be 29 great years old in June (you can mail all gifts to my P.O Box when my birthday rolls around). And with me being the age that I am and at the point of my life that am in, I find making friends a very difficult task.

When you become an adult, things become a lot harder and realistic. Majority of your time is spent trying to get your priorities in order so you can live a prosperous, happy, comfortable life. The time that was once spent laughing, giggling, and talking about not a damn thing on the phone until the wee hours of the night no longer exists. Going to the movies every weekend with some of your closest friends is a thing of the past. You can no longer play the silly little game you used to play in grade school (some still do). All of these things are non existant….poof…gone…bye bye. So with all of these things being stripped away from you as an adult, is that one of the reasons why it is hard to make new friends? Is it due to lack of time? DING DING DING!!!! The answer is YES, at least in my opinion. When I was younger, I had all the time in the world to get to know someone. Majority of the people who were my friends were people I went to school with, and with that being said, I spent a gang of my time with them. Shit, I don’t have time like that anymore. I have things to do, places to go, and goals to be accomplished.

Granted I have met some really cool people over the years, especially in 2009 and 2010, and I can honestly say we either have a friendship formed, or we are currently forming a friendship. We automatically “CLICK”; I understand them and they understand me. Theirs a common ground, and that common ground is that we both have a life outside of our friendship; jobs, kids, goals, hobbies, family, school, boyfriends, girlfriends, jumpoffs, husbands, wives, cats, dogs, and the list goes on. We know that it’s sometimes hard to talk on the phone, or find time to always hang out, it’s nothing personal, it’s just life.

Allow me to bring up another reason why it’s sometimes hard to form new friendships in your golden years [adulthood]. TRUST.

The older you get, it seems the sketchier,trifling, and untrustworthy people are. It can be hard to say who is with you and who is against you, some people have mastered the art of putting on their poker face 24/7, 365. Honestly, it seems to be easier to just be by your damn self, then you don’t have to worry about someone trying to fuck you over; throw shade in your direction. It’s sad to say, but I may have pushed away some really good people in fear of this happening to me. If I don’t have a good feeling about you in the beginning, I don’t take it lightly, I pay very close attention to the vibes people give off. God didn’t give me the gift of the third eye, I like to think He [God] gave me the gift of many eyes; I see something deeper. Their have been times I have been wrong about a person’s character/motives and allowed a person too far in to my life, allowing that person to use me; suck me dry. This trust issue I have has made it extremely hard for me to open up to people at times, which of course makes it hard to build a friendship, or any type of relationship.

So I guess I answered my own question as to why making new friends is so hard; “Lack of time” and “Lack of trust”. This makes all the sense in the world to me, because building trust for a person takes time, which grows into a friendship. I guess that’s why I stick with the handful of friends I have now, because we already have something established. But nevertheless, I want to meet new people, that I can include in my life, and learn new things from. I want to combined my new friends with my old friends, and then we can all be friends…LMFAO literally!!! That was the wackest line ever!! But I’m tiered of typing and my brain hurts from thinking about all this friendship stuff..so I am ending this blog entry right here.

I’M A PROUD SPONSER OF RAID! YOU SHOULD BE TOO! LOL!

RAIDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!

Have you ever noticed how people flock to you when you have some sort of drama in your life? I think of these people like roaches. When it’s a dark point in your life that’s when they move towards you so they can know whats going on, but as soon as your life is bright and things are going good for you, they all scatter. Human being, roaming the world, real life roaches; that’s what they are in my book.

I’m not the type of person that dismisses everything off to a person being jealous or a hater. I try to be more open-minded than that; really find out what the root of the problem is. It’s a very easy answer to a sometimes difficult question….they just really don’t care, point-blank. And why don’t they care? Well that my precious little readers I do not have the answer to. All I can say is if they don’t care, I don’t give a fuck. These people make me laugh and shake my head at the same time, literally. This is eliminating season anyway, it’s about that time to start ridding the next batch roaches out of my life. Guarantee they will try to find a way back in to my life, but I’m fully stocked up with Raid to spray those pesky b*tches away. “RAIDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!” LMAO!

My Bangs My Bangs My Bangs Bitch…LOL!!!!

LMAO!!! HE IS HILARIOUS!!! Love me some Brian!!! Check his YouTube Channel HERE.

Give ya’ll a double dose of the Coochiness!

Strengthen Your Stroke

LMAO…literally!!!!!
The people who come up with parodies about these crazy “tv inventions”, are genius!
Big thanks to the people who buy this “infomercial crap”; Cheers to you dummy, you make the joke all the more funnier!

Really?! You wanted to go skiing that bad? Damn

Sarah Nicole Fowke. The ultimate ski liar.

Hands down, this chick gets the “Ultimate Liar” and the “B*tch Was It That Serious” Award.  This woman attempted to use her boyfriends ski pass, of course to do the obvious… go skiing (duh). When she was asked why she was using mans ski pass, this loon toon says that she was in the process of undergoing a sex change. Really?! She must really love to ski.

If I had a boyfriend and he said “yeah babe, just use my ski pass”, I would have to stop that conversation right there in its tracks. I would have to ask him a couple of questions, like: “so do you think I look like a man?” and “If you think I look like a man, why are you with me?” and the ultimate question is “Do you like men?”. Yeah buddy, I would have taken the conversation to another level.

News story below from About.com: http://weirdnews.about.com/b/2009/12/10/woman-claims-sex-change-to-use-mans-ski-ticket.htm

 

“Police say a woman caught using her boyfriend’s ski pass claimed she was in the middle of a sex-change operation when asked why she had a man’s pass.

Police in Colorado say Sarah Nicole Fowke was stopped when trying to use a pass belonging to Nicholas Hemstreet. And that’s when things got interesting.

Fowke told the resort she was in the middle of a sex change, and that her father had disowned her, according to cbs4denver.com. That was shocking news to Mr. Hemstreet, whose son (still apparently a man) eventually admitted he gave his pass to his girlfriend — Fowke — according to the report”