Well I'm back, much sooner than I thought I would be, but it's only because I owe this post to the people I care about. If I happen to ramble, stop making sense or have a lot of errors, it's because I was up all night texting with friends about various ridiculous things that occur in life. It was pretty funny, sad and funny (wait, I said that) at the same time. It also made my thumbs hurt because my blackberry keeps sending my texts to an entire group I created in my address book and I can't get it to stop. You can only imagine the confusion when 20 or more people start getting random texts in the middle of the night and want to know "what in the fuck is going on". Let's just say it was interesting....
So:
Holman, Bez, Shaka, Analise, Kim, Kim, Kim (I know three Kims - ha!), Mo and everyone else that participated in last night's 5 hour text session, this one's for you!
~names have been omitted or changed to protect the innocent and the stupid~Let the lessons begin:
*What not to do with your blackberry*Don't get your blackberry wet. As in: don't stick it in your back pocket, use the bathroom and hoot like an owl when it falls into the toilet. First off, fishing it out of the carnage, sucks. Sucks of the ass variety. Secondly, it may dry out and you'll be lucky enough to get it jury-rigged into working again, but your texts/emails randomly being sent to your address books and calling one person but getting another is no fun.
Get insurance... for the above mentioned reasons. I had insurance but Asurion only allows 2 replacements per year and I used them up already. I lost the first one when my ex upended my purse and my 8830 plummeted to the sidewalk... 1 down. The second one didin't suffer the same fate although it also fell victim to the ex... I was on the phone while it was charging and he didn't like what I was saying to the person, so he snatched it out of my hand, effectively warping the charging port beyond recognition. Yeah, he was special. So now I have to wait until August to replace this one. At least I was lucky enough to break it on my own this time... Go Me!!!!
*Ex-aspire-hating*
What to I have to say about the ex? Not much... it's still not worth the effort but I will give a piece of advice to the men out there: Verbally jousting with your ex-whatever on facebook, for everyone to see, is not smart. While it may not get ugly, per se, it will ensure that
EVERYONE is in your business. This applies whether you hate her guts or want her back (I can't tell which category he falls under - and I could give a fuck either).
My facebook message box is crammed full of people (his peoples, my friends and an assortment of others) wanting to know what's going on, what's his problem, what's my problem and so forth. It even trickled off line and my phone blew up like the Hindenberg. It's so bad I actually had to turn my phone off this morning. So if you can't reach me, that's why.
Thanks douchebag.
*Sex Head*No honey, he did not run a train on you... When a train is run on a girl, it means
3 or more men have taken turns having sex with her. Sometimes repeatedly. I've heard they do it in gang initiations where a chick that wants to join the girls and as her rite of passage she has sex with all the male members of the male counterpart of the gang she wants to join. That's just an example.
Having sex with the guy you're dating and another guy is called a 3 some... actually I don't really know what it's called when 1 guy gets head, the other guy can't get it up and no one has actual sex with you... I call that comedy and I'm still laughing. Thanks for giving me that little gem, I'm sure I'll be giggling all day!
What I do know is this: the guy that you're dating is a fucking tool for throwing that in your face and calling you names because he's mad at you. I've done some crazy shit in my time, and I still do and I have learned that people that love you, don't set out to hurt you. You guys made a mutual, supposedly
mature, decision to explore your sexuality as a couple and now he wants to call you a slut? And he's the one that pushed the idea for the longest? Nope. Fuck all that noise. He's a cunt.
If I were you, I'd get away from thimbledick as fast as possible... actually if I were you, I'd probably try to kick him in the nuts and run. Either way, get the fuck away from this dude, and with haste. It's all down hill from here.
There'll be more on the whole "THAT'S NOT LOVE" topic as we move on...
*The weather might be my fault*Before I got to Jax, it was bright and sunny for DAYS. A few days later it was pouring BUCKETS. And it has pretty much been torrential ever since. The weather even has this way of fooling us. The morning starts off beautifully. The sun does it's beaming thing, the birds do their chirping and life is sweet. A minute later, the heavens open up and act like Jacksonville is having a drought or something.
The reason I think it might be my fault is the fact that the rain seems to be following me... The other day we drove to St. Augustine, Florida, to buy the girls some clothes. We left the house in long sleeves, pants and I wore my galoshes. When we got to St. Augustine, it was hotter than the crack of a camel's ass and the sky looked like this:
About a half an hour later, those damn clouds were at it again and it began to rain, albeit not as hard as it had been raining in Jax. We continued to shop and then made our way home. As we left St. Augustine the rain stopped and we had a clear ride all the way back to Jax... but you know what comes next, right? Right. It started raining as soon as we got home.
I have no tan, have not been back to the beach and can't even lounge by the pool... I swear, there must be a magnet in my ass that attracts rain clouds and douchebags. Word... to the weather n shit.
*Chuck that cheese*We took the girls to the place where a kid can be a kid the other day. It smelled like shitty diapers and feet. I guess that's to be expected, after all, there were A ZILLION snot-nosed rug rats running around barefoot and acting a fool. My nieces LOVED that shit. I kid you not.
Along with the awful smell in that place I also take issue with the people patronize Chuck's. On the way in the door, some dude tried to stop me because he wanted to talk to me. When I asked him "about what?", he responded that he just wanted to meet me. Really dude? Really? I'm with 2 small children and I'm supposed to stop and talk to you so you can try to fuck me? GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE WITH THAT BULLSHIT!!! I hate when guys do that kind of fuckery... I find it so disrespectful when men try to mack on a woman who is with children. Ugh, as Durty Mo would say "I can't with you today".
Then there are the folks that have their daughters dressed like adults. I saw a girl ,who couldn't have been older than 10, wearing pum-pum shorts, a halter top and high- heeled wedge sandals. Seriously? This is a problem!
The mother should be smacked around for this fuckery for 2 important reasons:
1. Her kid is going to act beyond her years because she has her daughter dressing like a miniature hoochie. What is she giving her, pre-hoe training?
2. Everyone has heard of pedophiles... why tempt them?
I swear people make me sick.
My youngest niece is gangster. I saw her grab a little girl about twice her size, by the front of her shirt and pull her out of a ride. She then got in the ride and mean-mugged the kid until the ride ended. After laughing uncontrollably at the cajones this kid's got, I then went over and read her the riot act. That shit is not cute. I will not tolerate that kind of behavior. She must learn to share and be socially well-adjusted. I'm not bringing up a bully. That shit gets a vehement
no. It was still funny though.
Huge animals are frightening. Don't believe me? Take a look:
I find
nothing even remotely fun or amusing about a 5 foot tall rodent singing to little children. That shit creeps me out big time. Barney, Big Bird and all the rest of those over-sized characters can all suck it.
That wasn't the only weird thing in Chuck's that day...
Ah well, the kids had fun. See:
*IT'S NOT LOVE*
Every one has a different definition of what love is and that's cool... I just know what love is not. It really breaks my heart when I find out some of the shit that people do to each other. I hate when women go through things they shouldn't. It's unfortunate that low self-esteem is a breeding ground for bad treatment. I bleed for women who suffer. I've been through a lot of shit myself and I know abuse (mental and physical) when I see or hear it.
Sweetheart... Let me tell you when it isn't love, ok? Just humor me.
It's not love when you find out that he's involved with another woman. When you speak to her and she tells you "if it wasn't you, it'd be someone else", you're both getting shafted - both literally and figuratively - by this cuntwaffle. You should pity her because she's accepted that he's always going to fuck around and that is the norm so she just swallows it. You should pity yourself because he's dragged you into his circus.
It's not love when he leaves you ANYWHERE while you two are out together. I don't care how mad a man gets, he's not supposed to leave you in a bar, on a street corner or anywhere else. Especially not in the middle of the night.
It's not love when he screams at you and calls you names. It doesn't matter who started it or why. Calling you a whore, bitch, cunt or anything other than YOUR FUCKING NAME is not the sign of someone who loves you. Yes fights get ugly but damn! Everything has it's limit and screaming that you're a fucking bitch in public is NOT COOL YO! Calling you stupid by text/email/phone/in person isn't love!
It's SO NOT FUCKING LOVE if he hits you. You make me want to murder this fucking guy. Let me get this straight: You said if "you don't like it, slap me then..." AND HE DID? I gotta go smoke a cigarette and skip this one... FOR FUCK'S SAKE!!!!!!!!
Ok. I'm back. Continuing...
It's not love when he destroys your shit! He set fire to your purse because he wanted to show you he wasn't playing games? He cut up your clothes because you were leaving? He dumped all your shit in the sink and ran hot water on them because he was mad at you? HE WAS MAD AT YOU? I'm mad at you. Can I destroy your shit? I didn't think so. You get angry when someone uses anything of yours, much less destroys it and you let that fucking fool get away with all that.
It's not love when he INVOLVES YOUR FAMILY. He called your mom? At 6 am to talk shit about you? What is he? 5 years old? He's tattling. Ahahahhahahhaaaaaaaaaaa oh shit. Sorry. That shit is hilarious. You can't see there's a problem with this guy? He calls your mom when he's mad at you? Honey YOU'RE CLOSE TO MY AGE! What is your mom gonna do? Spank you? Ahahahhahahahhahaha oh man, dude is a REAL LIVE BITCH. Word.
It's not love when he threatens you or your family. It's not even funny. Be careful. If he hit you once, he'll do it again. You should have buried his ass under the jail the first time. Dudes are killing chicks over dumb shit and he sounds like a predator. Babygirl be careful. Walk good. We can't afford to lose you. Please. Please. Please.
It's not love when he tells you you're crazy and everything that is happening is your fault because you don't know how to act. That's just a load of bullshit. If you were so crazy, why is he with you? Well I guess you are a little nuts because you can't see what a total fucking DOUCHEBAG this guy is.
It's not love when he tells you that you don't know how to act just because you said hello to his friends or engaged them in conversation. Just because you didn't want to go where he wanted to go or do what he wanted to doesn't mean you don't know how to act! Why would you think he has the right to tell you that you don't know how to act because you should have nothing to say to anyone he knows unless he tells you it's ok to talk to them. Seriously? Dude should have his tongue cut out.
It's not love when you've dated for months and you've never been to his house! Are you insane. Even dudes that live with their parents (sad but it still happens - fucking economy) invite the woman they claim they love over a few times. You should have known something was up.
It's not love when he created that elaborate story about his living situation. Are you fucking serious? His "ex" girlfriend lives NEXT DOOR? Lord give me strength not to find this dude and clap one in his ass myself! No man in their right mind is gonna live NEXT FUCKING DOOR to his ex! Why were you shocked to find out that they lived together? Girl PLEASE!!!! The fact that you're still with him boggles the fucking mind!
It's not love when he's constantly lying to you about EVERYTHING. Oh boy. You've gotta know where I'm going with this one! He lied about being involved with another woman, then lied about where he lived. He lied about how they lived, A PARTITIONED HUGE 1 BEDROOM IS NOT A STUDIO... not that it matters, it's all still a lie! He lied about where he goes, what he does and what he has. That's not love, that's crazy. Your man is a fucking pathological liar. I'm no doctor, but it sounds to me like he, too, has low self-esteem and builds himself up by playing games and making himself seem larger than life.
It's not love and he's not a real man! Come on now! He can't keep a job for more than a few months. He lives off of one woman while spending your money (and honey, I know you're STRUGGLING). He claims all these women you don't even know hate you because he fucked them all or they all want to fuck him and are jealous. (Yeah right!) How many times are you going to get into some shit with some chick and she's not even CHECKING for him!? Personally, I don't even know what you see in him!!!! Seriously... I don't. And the way he talks about women period is disgusting. He calls the chick he lives with a fucking cunt when he doesn't get his way! He's actually said that certain women we all know are WHORES and he doesn't even know them... Come the fuck on now! This shit is getting OUT OF FUCKING HAND!!!!! If this is how he acts what the fuck makes you think he's gonna be good to you?
GIRL RUN! FAST! FAR! He doesn't love you. He never has. Shit, it doesn't even sound like he loves himself. I don't care how many times he apologizes, blames you, makes excuses and acts right. It's not gonna last. I know from PERSONAL EXPERIENCE that a leopard NEVER changes his spots. The way he's been treating you is how he's going to keep treating you! It doesn't matter where he takes you, what he buys you, how much money he gives you or the promises he makes for your future. I don't care how much he apologizes, says it's never going to happen again and he loves you. What the fuck do you mean every time you try to leave him he either gets sick, threatens to kill him self, throws the fact that other women are better than you or says really off the hook foul shit to you. IT'S ALL A FUCKING LIE.
Babygirl, don't you know that's the G? If he says he's sorry and you stay, he's in control. If he tells you he loves you and you stay, he's in control. If he makes you feel sorry for him and you stay, he's in control. When he pits you against ANY OTHER WOMAN and you stay because you want to prove you're better than them and worthy of him, HE'S IN CONTROL. If he makes you feel like shit and you stay to prove your worth HE'S IN FUCKING CONTROL.
It's not love, it's a mind fucking. He's not man enough to be a man without fucking with your head. Whatever weaknesses, fears and insecurities you have, he's exploiting them so he can feel like he's the shit. HE'S NOT! There's nothing worth this. You CAN'T CHANGE HIM GIRL!!!! Only God and a 12 gauge can handle that. You can only change you and as long as you keep going in circles, you'll never find the man who truly loves you. The man that would NEVER do any of these things to you! You're going to spend more time going circles! IT WILL NEVER GET BETTER. Trust me, I know from FIRST HAND experience!
Get out while you still have the wherewithal! Run. Please.
Why? Because it's not love. It's abuse. Period.
Here's how the cycle goes:
I know you see the pattern. You've gotta break it baby! Because one thing is for FUCKING SURE: he won't. He's happy having you as a victim. You need help... he needs help as well, but FUCK HIM AND HIS NEEDS... You need help. I know the issues you had before you met this thimbledick asswrangler. I understand how you got caught up. He knew it too, that's why you were the perfect target. He's the type that spots emotionally scarred women and preys on them. I bet if I met every woman he ever dated, I'd find that they all have some major issues before he got to them, and just like he did with you, he made those issues WORSE.
Get away from him. Get some help to get your mind right so that you can move on to THE GREAT THINGS YOU ARE DESTINED FOR.
This site helped me a lot... it's worth a try. Please. I'm not telling you this shit to harm you. I'm telling you this to help. I don't know how else to say it. But I won't stop. I'll keep talking to you, and texting you, and blogging, and commenting. I'll never stop and I'll never give up.
Why?
Because I'm your friend.
AND I LOVE YOU!Word... to real love n shit...
BACK TO THE SUNNY SIDE OF LIFEAs always, I'm trying to end on a lighter note, because heavy shit is, well,
heavy... ya dig?
*Randomology*~I've been playing those stupid war games on FaceBook... I'm now an addict! I started off playing Dragon Wars. That blew dragon ass. Pirate Wars was cool until I noticed that in order to advance in the game you needed to keep adding members and I wasn't in the mood to go begging my friends to add me. Vampire Wars is cool but a pain in the ass. They take away experience
and health points if you lose a fight when you're not even logged in! It takes way too many missions, experience points and attributes to advance to the next level. When you fight you get shitty monetary gain and very few experience points. All in all Vampire Wars is what you play while you're waiting for your re-up in MAFIA WARS. Mafia Wars is the SHIT. Nuff said.
~I want to know something:
Why does turkey bacon have a scalloped edge? Seriously... whose idea was that?
See what I mean?
~My paunch has been reduced drastically with the departure of auntflo. However, I still see some exercise in my future and I've added jogging to the list of things-I-swear-I'll-do-soon-I-promise. I even got myself some kickeroos to get my run on with. I've only run once, but it's the rain's fault. Seriously it is... Yep.
Get your eyeball feast on:
Nice huh? Would you believe I had a $25 budget and copped these for 19.99 (plus 7% tax) at the Nike outlet is St. Augustine. I'm the QUEEN of budgetry. Word... to the bargains and whatnot.
~I went out into the deluge to play pool with Kinnison. She's dope. She put me on to some seriously good country music. Yes. Country music. Don't sleep. Some of that shit is critical on the good tip!!! Anyway, we're cute... lookit:
I didn't play pool though. I told you guys I can't make my hands do what my brain tell them when it comes to games & what have you. But I looked pretty cool doing nothing and Kinnison won enough games to make up for my lack.
~I finally understand what the
macro setting on my camera is for. It's to take pretty, close up pictures like this:
I like flowers. Word... to flora n shit...
~I see some SERIOUSLY funny shit in Jax. The titty bar, especially when they don't show their titties in there. It's a scam, dammit. However, the sign is pretty amusing.
What is it that the girlfriends wont do? Dance around in a bikini and take dollar bills from suckers? I don't get it.
LAST BUT CERTAINLY NOT LEAST:Happy Birthday Baby Girl.
Auntie Loves You Dearly...
We all do.
GOD BLESS AND KEEP YOU
Ok, that's all for now. I'll leave you with this... dedicated to anyone talking smack to me...
M...
Really dude? Really...
