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Showing posts with label Real Ass Bitches. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Real Ass Bitches. Show all posts
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Wednesday, October 12, 2011
We're in our TWENTIES!
Recently my best friend's favorite saying is "but we're in our twenties", like if we're supposed to have it all figured out by the time we're 25 and not be making stupid decisions, especially about men. I told her we should probably cherish it while we can before we hit our 30's and her response was : "WHAT, you're crazy. We're gonna be freaking fabulous in our 30's, hubby's and kids and we're still gonna look fly".... So that means now is the time to make all of our mistakes and be stupid cause we're going to be boring and miserable with offspring clinging to our legs at every.second.of.every.day.
Well at least that's what she thinks, I'm not making myself any promises for my 30's with the whole Hubby & Kids package.
Away from Fantasy Island and in my opinion, my twenties seem to be nothing but a "Trial and Error" life stage. We're legal adults with child thoughts and actions. And we're learning that our actions and decisions have life lasting consequences and only we are responsible for them. We're learning that being that independent adult we've always wanted to be, isn't 100% awesome as we thought. Sure we can stay up as late as we want and drink as much alcohol as we want, but we have to get up for WORK the next morning because we are now paying for our own shit like cars and homes if we'd prefer not to be homeless. The paycheck you get from your awesome job is only glorified for a few days, till more than half of it goes to bills. Then you gotta learn how to stretch out the little of that check that is left, for two WHOLE weeks and manage to go out and do something fun but not too pricey. Oh yeah, that credit card you got approved for when you were big & bad and 18, should probably be paid on time and more than the minimum payment if you ever want credit to get a place of your own or a nicer car than the hooptie your parents bought you when you were 16 that is now 12 years old.
Recently, another friend and I were chatting about how being responsible sucks and makes us poor, so I told her "We're gonna look back at us one day and laugh at how poor we were... Hopefully that day is Friday aka PAYDAY!" Which seems like it's every other week I feel that way. I've learned moving in with friends isn't always the best idea like everyone says... especially when your roommate doesn't pay their rent which then results to shit credit. I'm learning that sometimes super cute shoes are more important than a week's worth of lunch food, especially when you're trying to diet (do the math people). I've learned that we cannot eat all the junk food we once did, now we have to count every single calorie. I've learned that guys can gossip just as much as girls and it takes most of them longer to mature than women. I've learned that there's just some guys that you should stay far away from, but you won't because Danger is your middle name. And I've learned that being in our twenties, we're old enough to know better, yet we're young enough not to care.
Hey, we're in our twenties, it's all good! At least we'll have memories to entertain our thirty year old brains with.
Well at least that's what she thinks, I'm not making myself any promises for my 30's with the whole Hubby & Kids package.
Away from Fantasy Island and in my opinion, my twenties seem to be nothing but a "Trial and Error" life stage. We're legal adults with child thoughts and actions. And we're learning that our actions and decisions have life lasting consequences and only we are responsible for them. We're learning that being that independent adult we've always wanted to be, isn't 100% awesome as we thought. Sure we can stay up as late as we want and drink as much alcohol as we want, but we have to get up for WORK the next morning because we are now paying for our own shit like cars and homes if we'd prefer not to be homeless. The paycheck you get from your awesome job is only glorified for a few days, till more than half of it goes to bills. Then you gotta learn how to stretch out the little of that check that is left, for two WHOLE weeks and manage to go out and do something fun but not too pricey. Oh yeah, that credit card you got approved for when you were big & bad and 18, should probably be paid on time and more than the minimum payment if you ever want credit to get a place of your own or a nicer car than the hooptie your parents bought you when you were 16 that is now 12 years old.
Recently, another friend and I were chatting about how being responsible sucks and makes us poor, so I told her "We're gonna look back at us one day and laugh at how poor we were... Hopefully that day is Friday aka PAYDAY!" Which seems like it's every other week I feel that way. I've learned moving in with friends isn't always the best idea like everyone says... especially when your roommate doesn't pay their rent which then results to shit credit. I'm learning that sometimes super cute shoes are more important than a week's worth of lunch food, especially when you're trying to diet (do the math people). I've learned that we cannot eat all the junk food we once did, now we have to count every single calorie. I've learned that guys can gossip just as much as girls and it takes most of them longer to mature than women. I've learned that there's just some guys that you should stay far away from, but you won't because Danger is your middle name. And I've learned that being in our twenties, we're old enough to know better, yet we're young enough not to care.
Hey, we're in our twenties, it's all good! At least we'll have memories to entertain our thirty year old brains with.
Good judgment comes from experience.
Experience comes from bad judgment.
- Jim Horning
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Dear Guy Who Does Not Know He's Gay
Please just stop.
Here's a little story about how I came to know this fabulous creep.
G: Yo, who's this O guy you know?
A: K's friend. Why?
G: He requested me.
A: K used to date him. She said she knew she was his coverup. Does he know you?
G: I don't think so... I liked his comment on your Black Swan status and now he requested me.
A: He comments on my pictures and always hits on me but he's a total female about everything.
I always wondered if he was gay.
Dude one night he stayed up venting about how he wants love and crap, ew
G: Well does he have money? If so, then we can be friends
A: Yeah seems like he does
G: Wow, his pics do look gay
A: Yep
G: Hmmm I'll let that request simmer over night, maybe I'll want a new gay friend tomorrow morning.
...Weeks Later
A: You guys were right:
O's Facebook status: "if a guy has pierced tongue, he'll probably suck your..."
G: Does he have his tongue pierced?
A: Nooooope.
So he's definitely talking about a boytoy
G: Ha! Definitely.
G: I cannot get over how gay he is and when will he come out.
He HAS to be gay! He has the fuggin gayest tattoos ever, might as well have unicorns n shit
...Recently
A: I think I may have to delete O
G: What'd the gay creep do now?!
A: Picture comments and then he g-mailed me repeating his picture comments.
I just wanna be like ARE YOU GAY OR NOT!?!?
G: Do it, we'll be able to sleep at night.
It's not like he's your friend... Well, like, YOUR real off the internet friend, he's K's gay friend.
A: His comments were like: DAMN GIRL, I WANNA MAKE THE SAME REQUEST, DAMN GIRL YOU ARE DANGEROUS, YOU ARE KILLING ME WITH THOSE CURVES. Fucking WEIRD
G: Dude just ask him.
I shouldn't have deleted him, then I'd be able to do it... Damnit.
....Moments ago
A: Okay I know this is gonna sound weird and unreal, but I think O's facebook statuses...I'm not even kidding... have been about ME.
Cause he tries to message me and I ignore and look at these:
*pastes ridiculous status updates that are clearly for a curvy woman whom he is obsessed with*
G: Dag. You should just get him down to his rainbow chonies and see if he'd really go thru with it.
He'll probably be like "EEWWEEEYYY I CAN'T DO THISSSSSS"
A: *pastes more crazy status updates*
G: I'm sure he's creeping on multiple women... and men with curves.
But yeah, you're def one of them
Here's a little story about how I came to know this fabulous creep.
G: Yo, who's this O guy you know?
A: K's friend. Why?
G: He requested me.
A: K used to date him. She said she knew she was his coverup. Does he know you?
G: I don't think so... I liked his comment on your Black Swan status and now he requested me.
A: He comments on my pictures and always hits on me but he's a total female about everything.
I always wondered if he was gay.
Dude one night he stayed up venting about how he wants love and crap, ew
G: Well does he have money? If so, then we can be friends
A: Yeah seems like he does
G: Wow, his pics do look gay
A: Yep
G: Hmmm I'll let that request simmer over night, maybe I'll want a new gay friend tomorrow morning.
...Weeks Later
A: You guys were right:
O's Facebook status: "if a guy has pierced tongue, he'll probably suck your..."
G: Does he have his tongue pierced?
A: Nooooope.
So he's definitely talking about a boytoy
G: Ha! Definitely.
G: I cannot get over how gay he is and when will he come out.
He HAS to be gay! He has the fuggin gayest tattoos ever, might as well have unicorns n shit
...Recently
A: I think I may have to delete O
G: What'd the gay creep do now?!
A: Picture comments and then he g-mailed me repeating his picture comments.
I just wanna be like ARE YOU GAY OR NOT!?!?
G: Do it, we'll be able to sleep at night.
It's not like he's your friend... Well, like, YOUR real off the internet friend, he's K's gay friend.
A: His comments were like: DAMN GIRL, I WANNA MAKE THE SAME REQUEST, DAMN GIRL YOU ARE DANGEROUS, YOU ARE KILLING ME WITH THOSE CURVES. Fucking WEIRD
G: Dude just ask him.
I shouldn't have deleted him, then I'd be able to do it... Damnit.
....Moments ago
A: Okay I know this is gonna sound weird and unreal, but I think O's facebook statuses...I'm not even kidding... have been about ME.
Cause he tries to message me and I ignore and look at these:
*pastes ridiculous status updates that are clearly for a curvy woman whom he is obsessed with*
G: Dag. You should just get him down to his rainbow chonies and see if he'd really go thru with it.
He'll probably be like "EEWWEEEYYY I CAN'T DO THISSSSSS"
A: *pastes more crazy status updates*
G: I'm sure he's creeping on multiple women... and men with curves.
But yeah, you're def one of them
Monday, October 10, 2011
Just another Friday night
G: I had something SO awesome to tell you like 2 minutes ago...
G: But now I can't remember.
A: Damn you.
G: But now I can't remember.
A: Damn you.
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