Have you ever...

said something that could loosely be interpreted as sexual and then out of nowhere, someone that you know but not really decides they wanna take the innuendo and run with it? Then you think the two of y'all are joking and you're play-flirting back and then you realize that this guy is totally serious because he asks where you live and you're all "WTF, when did this happen?"



I'm so there.




And this kid is not even cute enough to be talking to me the way he is. The only thing redeeming him was the fact that he had a cute dog but then I come to find out that he doesn't even have the dog anymore. sigh. I'm going to bed.

This is a blog about pancakes.

Seriously.


I've actually been craving them all week, but somehow in my head they are more work than french toast, so I've had french toast about 6 times this week.

Actually, pancakes make me sad recently. I think it's because I'm so homesick. Making pancakes would make me think of my mom and mommy is so far away. I cried all over the Mother's Day card I sent to her today.

I'm a pussy I know.

Speaking of pussies, have you seen Cassie's? That's the singer, I know most people don't know who the fuck the bitch is, but yeah. it's her. Her funbags and her poon have been floating all over the internet after somebody "hacked into her computer."

Come on now, don't be a whore for propaganda.

At first, it was just her titicacas, then surfaced a photo of her spread eagle with all her piercings gleaming in the light of the webcam.

Jesus, take the wheel.


This is TOTALLY not what I came her to talk about.

I'm gonna make a sex tape. That would speed up this whole 'becoming famous' thing, fo sho.

I kind of hate myself right now.

I miss him.

Not the him that cuddles with me, or that texts me just because he was thinking of me. Nope, not him.

I miss the other one. The one that broke my heart, the one that made me cry, the one I gave everything too.

The one that lied to me, that took me for granted and took advantage. The one who made me happiest, then turned around and caused me to feel the most hurt I've ever experienced.

And I feel stupid. Because after it all, I still wish he was here. I wish he was mine. And it still hurts. Hurts so bad.

They say in the end you always think of the beginning.. I'm thinking about the birthday cake I made, the Valentines text I got, the study sessions that didn't have any studying, the late night phone calls, the cuddling, October 24... I want 2008 back. I want him back.

I want us back.

And at the very same time I feel terrible because I have an amazing man in my life who cares about me and I'm really falling for him. Albeit a bit more carefully than last time, but falling nonetheless. And I never want for him to feel like he's sharing me or fighting for my heart because he doesn't have to... which contradicts everything I've said. I hate this.

I just had a thought...

I'm pretty sure my best friend, Valerie, hates me.

Well maybe not hates me HOLY FUCK OPRAH LOOKS SO GOOD WITH HER HAIR LIKE THAT!!


I'm sorry. That happens sometimes.


but any way, Valerie has to think I'm a pain in the ass. I mean I move all the way across the country and I call her so I can cry like a blubbering idiot and I know that's gotta be annoying especially when there are so many other fun and awesome things one could be doing and the only reason she keeps me in her life is because she's concerned that I'm a suicide risk and she just doesn't want that blood on her hands.

Speaking of blood, did you know that horseshoe crabs have blue blood? It's because the elemental component of their hemoglobin in copper, not iron like ours.

Star Jones looks like a walrus.


I'm so sorry for this. Please return to your lives as they were, as I'm sure this doesn't even make sense anymore.


I <3 valerie. and oprah. and mexican food. fuck. there I go again.

I need a red bull.

That bitch looks like a salamander.

:|



I'm not even joking. I would post her picture but that would just cause more drama than it's worth.




ugh. DOWNGRADE DOWNGRADE DOWNGRADE!!!!!!

Is that a lacefront?

Who knew Trey Songz got his start on Tyra?!?!

please note the silky smooth yaki, freshly sewn in... it's beautiful. Beyaki, take notes.

OW! Tyra looks like she creamed her panties and smelled something awkward at the same time.

Voice even has the Trey face down. 

yum.

OH. Around the 1:40 mark it cuts to some white lady repeating the praise Tyra gives herself so you can stop around there. 

Or just keep watching if you're into that kind of thing.

Pharrell is my favorite :)

I've always been exposed to Mr. Williams, especially in the last few months because a certain person in my life was basically obsessed with him. And oddly, though it would annoy me if it was anyone else, I tolerated and even mildly enjoyed cyberstalking Pharrell through Australia. Just because it made that person happy. Sick, huh?

But I digress. 

It's odd that soon after  that person is out of my life, I fall totally in love with Skateboard P. Mostly because of this lovely display of fuckery in Paris.

I love a man who can make up a song about various foodstuffs off the top of his head. And of course accompany it with an awkward, Michael Jackson inspired dance.

I think I'm in love.