Relationships are like drugs, some do them and others don’t. The ones who do, sometimes do wrong and the ones that don’t, tend to learn from the ones who do wrong. It’s a vicious cycle.
I’ve been in good, great, bad, confusing relationships that I have dubbed myself an expert. For those that know me personally, know that I may be 29 but my sole is really 55. I have been there done that starting at a very young.
In my years of being a young mother, a wife and so many other things, I have finally learned why my past relationships did not work out. And, why I didn’t like who I was when I was in them.
The biggest lesson of all was learned but not mastered from my first marriage. We married not for love but for lust. We divorced because the lust ran out. I was completely blinded in this marriage that I had no idea that I was just there because I just was. My mind was completely empty that I couldn’t even add up the facts and realize that the marriage was crumbling. When it did, it hit me. I cried, I was angry, I was happy and then excited. Very weird emotions and yet, my life wasn’t crumbling, just the marriage. I wasn’t going to be one of those women who hide from the world and make drastic changes to cope over the divorce. Instead I just moved forward and that was that.
My lesson learned wasn’t presented until I met my new boyfriend. The one I leaned on after my divorce. I was never a “go-with-the-flow” kind of girl. But in this new relationship I did. I flowed a lot and everywhere with new friends and experiences. I was more caring, open to PDA (which I never was before) and allowed myself to enjoy the alone time when he was out with his friends. It was a new me, and I wasn’t exactly sure if I was being real or fake. But the more he went out with his friends, the more I didn’t like being left out. I felt jealous and I felt like maybe it was my entire fault that he wanted to be out with them. After a while, I finally started communicating it to him. He would be concerned and was willing to compromise. Things I was not used to but appreciating his communication. Another new thing for me was that he was always on his phone. Mostly for work, and so I learned to ignore that. I didn’t focus so much on what he wasn’t doing but just kept my eye on what he was. This was all the good stuff.
When I did start paying attention to more of the gray, I became one of those girlfriends that wanted to know more but without him telling me. So I would investigate, in women’s terms. I didn’t like what I found, it wasn’t bad but it didn’t make me want this anymore. Shortly after that he ended the relationship. I didn’t help much after by posting a vagina rant on my blog and later took it down but didn’t really want to. He was angry and shook me after he read it. He was so mad. I was satisfied in an evil way. That’s when I knew, that’s when everything made more sense. In my marriage I was just drifting along. In this relationship, I became careless and jealous.
My lessons learned; if a man wants to be with you he will. If you have to investigate his social media, the relationship is already over. If you have to check his phone, you have not learned how to trust. If you punish him for things that happened in your last relationship, you don’t deserve him. If guy’s night is too much for you to say yes to, the rest of your relationship will grow tension and then explode in your face. If you become jealous, question yourself not him. When he wants to know what’s wrong, you tell him. If he never asks, find out why. Being in love is not the same as loving him; I’m loving towards my parents. I’m in love with chocolate. Let your man be chocolate. Not your parents. If you question his actions after he has apologized a million times, look in the mirror and question your actions. You don’t dislike his friends; you just aren’t interested in their gossip and hobbies. Don’t hide this, tell him. If he loves you, he will support you. If you can’t go anywhere without him, you are losing your identities. The master of it all – if you hate that he leaves his socks everywhere and that continues to be your argument through your engagement; it will be the argument through your marriage and the reason for your divorce. Unless, you learn how to pick your battles. If you can’t get over the socks on the floor, you will never see the bigger picture.
My list of lessons go on. I admit, I am still learning and molding myself on the little things that I know I will always need to work on. But I’ve figured most of it out and I am happy that it only took me 10 years to come to this conclusion. But now I feel like it’s a curse because of what I see in other relationships around me. I see the ones whose love is truly genuine and the others who struggle to hide their demons.
I’ve given advice to those who asked, but I will never just give my opinion regarding your relationship. And even though I think it, it’s not my right to say it. I know my limitations.
All of this goes to the men out there as well, it’s a two way street. You want a queen, don’t treat us like peasant. And women, if you want a king, don’t treat him like slave.
Until next time.
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
Bandage Dresses and Why You are Boring
It’s true, I am brutally honest. People say there is a fine line between being honest and being rude. I say it depends on who you are talking to. Maybe 40% of the people I know I could never be honest with because their expectations for reality are really low. So if I do ever so share my honest opinion I am usually shunned. But more in like a secret way, that everyone else knows but me. That’s what I call fake but that’s another blog topic. Continuing on!
Everyone else will ask me to be honest with them and I am. I will wipe the glare from your eyes and show you the truth. The friends I do have left appreciate my honesty and value my opinion. You want to know if you look fat in those jeans, yes. You want to know if your bra is giving you back fat, yes. You want to know if you look alright tonight, no. In the great debate of Herve Leger bandage dresses, do I agree that they are out of style, yes. Does that stop women from wearing them, no. But someone women just like to look tacky when they go out.
Recently, I was in conversation with someone who went out over the weekend and saw a group of girls in their late twenties/early thirties... ALL wearing bandage dresses. These girls are old enough to know when these dresses became a huge “no” in the fashion world. The only time they are a yes is when you have paired them with another piece of clothing and major accessories. Worn alone, boring. You are a boring person. I am sure the women who wear these dresses still, most likely wear the same hairstyle over and over again. Boring.
Seriously, go back and look at your friends Vegas pics and you will see all the girls in the club wearing these dresses. Where has the creativity gone! Why can’t you just let this style die!
I’ve owned 2 of these dress and maybe only wore them a couple times when they were in style. There was nothing exciting about them. They were easy, simple and very little thought ever went into planning that outfit. No fun. Don’t be that girl that shows up to the club and all your friends are in the same style dress. Lame-O was his name-O.
Oh and for the women who need reminders for the goods they carry; if you have a big ass and you just want to show it off, the bandage dress is probably perfect for you, while dancing in a rap video licking sugar sticks from ones hand. But if you have a fat ass, we already know about it, we know that ass is fat. Same goes for tiggo bitties. We already know your shit is huge. What if the roles were reversed and we saw men wanting to show off their goods? I am not ready to see men wondering around with really tight pants showing their bulge. Ew (Jimmy Fallon/Sara voice from Ew show). I mean there are men who already do that, but we all usually think ew already.
If you can't handle the truth then don't ask me.
Everyone else will ask me to be honest with them and I am. I will wipe the glare from your eyes and show you the truth. The friends I do have left appreciate my honesty and value my opinion. You want to know if you look fat in those jeans, yes. You want to know if your bra is giving you back fat, yes. You want to know if you look alright tonight, no. In the great debate of Herve Leger bandage dresses, do I agree that they are out of style, yes. Does that stop women from wearing them, no. But someone women just like to look tacky when they go out.
Recently, I was in conversation with someone who went out over the weekend and saw a group of girls in their late twenties/early thirties... ALL wearing bandage dresses. These girls are old enough to know when these dresses became a huge “no” in the fashion world. The only time they are a yes is when you have paired them with another piece of clothing and major accessories. Worn alone, boring. You are a boring person. I am sure the women who wear these dresses still, most likely wear the same hairstyle over and over again. Boring.
Seriously, go back and look at your friends Vegas pics and you will see all the girls in the club wearing these dresses. Where has the creativity gone! Why can’t you just let this style die!
I’ve owned 2 of these dress and maybe only wore them a couple times when they were in style. There was nothing exciting about them. They were easy, simple and very little thought ever went into planning that outfit. No fun. Don’t be that girl that shows up to the club and all your friends are in the same style dress. Lame-O was his name-O.
Oh and for the women who need reminders for the goods they carry; if you have a big ass and you just want to show it off, the bandage dress is probably perfect for you, while dancing in a rap video licking sugar sticks from ones hand. But if you have a fat ass, we already know about it, we know that ass is fat. Same goes for tiggo bitties. We already know your shit is huge. What if the roles were reversed and we saw men wanting to show off their goods? I am not ready to see men wondering around with really tight pants showing their bulge. Ew (Jimmy Fallon/Sara voice from Ew show). I mean there are men who already do that, but we all usually think ew already.
If you can't handle the truth then don't ask me.
Monday, November 4, 2013
The claws, the stare and the retards
Judge Judy said "beauty fades, dumb is forever".
How fucking true is this shit right here! Wake up bitches! What's it going to take for you to crawl out of your Mac wearing, spider lash having ass and realize that the sun does not rise and set on your bootAY!
How fucking true is this shit right here! Wake up bitches! What's it going to take for you to crawl out of your Mac wearing, spider lash having ass and realize that the sun does not rise and set on your bootAY!
Girls are so quick to open up their mouth to a problem that isn't even theirs. So quick to judge others by what they hear. So quick to assume what's best for the person who IS having the problem. Guess what tramp?! Shit is not your biznazz!
That's when I'm like, claws out ho. Claws are fucking out. Don't get it twisted when you see a butterfly turn into a fire breathing dragon. Exactly.
It's a selfish feeling when that scorned look, the stare is given. Yup, she knows how shit just got real. Oh, you want to take it all back now? Too bad, this girl doesn't give charity to those who wear the grin of sin. Mama taught me better than that.
The ones who sit back and soak in all the bullshit, all the lies, all the rumors and gossip are nothing else but retarded. A special kind, it takes a lot of insecurity to turn into that type of person.
Seriously, women have no respect for themselves anymore. Have we lost all control? Yes, once a frizz ball meets a polished ball and the frizz suddenly thinks that the polish is a brat or bitch. Apparently it's that easy.
This is just a summary of what I constantly see all year round. The holidays are approaching and I can guarantee drama is lurking. I'll be here to write about it. What kind of person would I be if I didn't.
They always say, if you had a great life you wouldn't have time to pay attention to other peoples lives. However, when one comes across road kill you can't help but gasp at the sight.
Alright, alright! I'm done with my rant. Back to classy Val.
"You said it. You were thinking it!" Know what movie this is from? Wrong! Lol, kidding.
To conclude this post, don't forget ladies -> mascara goes a long ways! But don't be a whore about it.
Thursday, October 10, 2013
Coffee
It’s early and everyone is rushing to grab their coffee to go and a quick breakfast. The baristas are receiving large requests along with ridiculous instructions of how the latte should be made.
There are about three people in front of me, and suddenly I hear this women giving the barista this complicated order and when the barista offered to repeat the order the women says ‘’a professional would never repeat the order, be sure it’s right”. Wow. There are real people out there like this? The barista called out her order, and guess what… There was too much soy milk in the one order that called for light soy milk. The women began to yell and become angry. She pointed to all of the customer’s waiting and said that they are lucky to have us in order for them to stay in business. She continued with her rant and advised all the workers behind the counter to just quit their jobs and go work at Burger King. The manager, wherever he was, finally came out and asked her to leave as she was disrupting a peaceful place where people come to relax.
The women purposely threw the drinks on the floor and dashed out. The building’s walls are all windows so you can see her stomping around as she began to dial up her phone. A few customer’s rush outside and ask her to stop swearing as there were small children around but she paid no attention to them. The security guards for the mall area came by to try and diffuse her anger but she belittled them and called them terrible names. A police officer was called as she was disrupting the peace, and whatever he said to her made her leave.
This woman looked like she just stepped out of a fashion show. She was in her late 30’s early 40’s, cashmere red lipstick, heavy eye make-up. Her perfume was horrid. She also looked like she is extremely high in stress. I try not to judge. But I do pay attention and while we were all in line before the mess happened, I adored her outfit, her make-up. But as soon as she opened her mouth, a monster was unleashed.
I know people have dark stories that affected them as a person. I know a lot of people who could have became nasty because of what’s happened to them. But there is a level of mutual respect that we, as a human race must accept. The person in from of you or behind you in line has no idea who you are. As you do not know them. You have no right to unleash your demons on them. You do not have the right to belittle someone because you feel satisfaction from that twisted action.
Respect is key in every day to day activity. You are an adult. You control your actions. You are where you are today because of what you have done. Everyone has bad days, but we can’t spoon feed you and wipe your ass every time shit hits the fan.
I commend the baristas at this coffee shop for remaining professional and understanding that they have a business to run, not a daycare. They say that when you have a bad experience somewhere you go and tell ten of your friends. But for me, an innocent by-standard who watched from afar will go tell ten of my friends how awesome this coffee shop is and how they remained polite to a person who tried to discourage them in front of many.
Later that week, I went back to the coffee shop for my usual. The barista gal apologized for the outbreak that happened earlier in the week, we exchanged a few laughs. And she told me that the company the woman worked for, sent an apology letter to them for their employee’s actions. Since that woman was the one who picked up everyone’s coffee she represented them as a company. Let’s just say, there’s a new coffee girl and she is pretty friendly. I met her myself and thanked her for her kindness and bought her a coffee for it.
Cheers everyone.
There are about three people in front of me, and suddenly I hear this women giving the barista this complicated order and when the barista offered to repeat the order the women says ‘’a professional would never repeat the order, be sure it’s right”. Wow. There are real people out there like this? The barista called out her order, and guess what… There was too much soy milk in the one order that called for light soy milk. The women began to yell and become angry. She pointed to all of the customer’s waiting and said that they are lucky to have us in order for them to stay in business. She continued with her rant and advised all the workers behind the counter to just quit their jobs and go work at Burger King. The manager, wherever he was, finally came out and asked her to leave as she was disrupting a peaceful place where people come to relax.
The women purposely threw the drinks on the floor and dashed out. The building’s walls are all windows so you can see her stomping around as she began to dial up her phone. A few customer’s rush outside and ask her to stop swearing as there were small children around but she paid no attention to them. The security guards for the mall area came by to try and diffuse her anger but she belittled them and called them terrible names. A police officer was called as she was disrupting the peace, and whatever he said to her made her leave.
This woman looked like she just stepped out of a fashion show. She was in her late 30’s early 40’s, cashmere red lipstick, heavy eye make-up. Her perfume was horrid. She also looked like she is extremely high in stress. I try not to judge. But I do pay attention and while we were all in line before the mess happened, I adored her outfit, her make-up. But as soon as she opened her mouth, a monster was unleashed.
I know people have dark stories that affected them as a person. I know a lot of people who could have became nasty because of what’s happened to them. But there is a level of mutual respect that we, as a human race must accept. The person in from of you or behind you in line has no idea who you are. As you do not know them. You have no right to unleash your demons on them. You do not have the right to belittle someone because you feel satisfaction from that twisted action.
Respect is key in every day to day activity. You are an adult. You control your actions. You are where you are today because of what you have done. Everyone has bad days, but we can’t spoon feed you and wipe your ass every time shit hits the fan.
I commend the baristas at this coffee shop for remaining professional and understanding that they have a business to run, not a daycare. They say that when you have a bad experience somewhere you go and tell ten of your friends. But for me, an innocent by-standard who watched from afar will go tell ten of my friends how awesome this coffee shop is and how they remained polite to a person who tried to discourage them in front of many.
Later that week, I went back to the coffee shop for my usual. The barista gal apologized for the outbreak that happened earlier in the week, we exchanged a few laughs. And she told me that the company the woman worked for, sent an apology letter to them for their employee’s actions. Since that woman was the one who picked up everyone’s coffee she represented them as a company. Let’s just say, there’s a new coffee girl and she is pretty friendly. I met her myself and thanked her for her kindness and bought her a coffee for it.
Cheers everyone.
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
The Real You
Our faces, our bodies are the shields to curiosity,
The shield to those outside our bubbles,
And the unknown.
So we hide,
Behind our fashion,
Behind our career,
Behind our anger.
But over time,
Through those tears,
Will shine a better you, a better life.
Imagine your face is made from clay,
And as those tears trickle down,
It slowly erases that mask.
What appears, is you. Me.
A smile, bright eyes,
And glowing skin.
The real you.
Then slowly your arms,
They will begin to embrace change,
And learn to pat yourself on the back.
Later will comes your legs,
While they've been stuck,
You've had enough time to realize how to
Set yourself free.
And once that realization has come about,
It will be the most beautiful thing,
You will be able to smile about.
The real you will want to thank you later.
The shield to those outside our bubbles,
And the unknown.
So we hide,
Behind our fashion,
Behind our career,
Behind our anger.
But over time,
Through those tears,
Will shine a better you, a better life.
Imagine your face is made from clay,
And as those tears trickle down,
It slowly erases that mask.
What appears, is you. Me.
A smile, bright eyes,
And glowing skin.
The real you.
Then slowly your arms,
They will begin to embrace change,
And learn to pat yourself on the back.
Later will comes your legs,
While they've been stuck,
You've had enough time to realize how to
Set yourself free.
And once that realization has come about,
It will be the most beautiful thing,
You will be able to smile about.
The real you will want to thank you later.
Monday, August 12, 2013
Technically Speaking...
For the first time in my life, someone accused me of being fake. I wasn’t sure how to react, since this person is someone who was commenting on the same status update from someone I know (you know, those heated FB conversations). Technically, a person who is on my FB that I have met once but know his life through social media. Well if anyone ever called me that, it was never to my knowledge.
But I just wanted to remind you people how fake I am. I think this person knows me way to well and I have to say they were right on point! Shall we begin? Lets!
I’m fake because I’m not really 28. I’m really 28 years, 11 months and 3 weeks old.
I should be ashamed of myself.
I’m fake because I wasn’t born with ombre hair. I was born with brown hair. I don’t know what to say.
I’m fake because I told someone they deserved to be happy. This one is definitely going way too far. I will watch my words next time, mommy.
I’m fake because I commented on a status to show some support. I think I should be spanked for this, yup.
I’m fake because I have no great come backs. Just silly words like, ‘you have ugly bangs’ and ‘you’re annoying’. LOL super disappointed.
I’m fake because I don’t know how to get violent on FB.
I’m fake because I don’t hang out with every single one of my FB friends. I know…
I’m fake because I have a full time job, 2 kids in school, a fiancé and my parents and brother. I should know better!
I’m fake because I can’t make time to see my own friends plus the ones on FB that have no idea of my private life. But apparently we should be friends and bowl and shit.
I’m fake because I have a best friend. What nerve do I have to have a best friend! Sheesh.
I’m fake because I love God. I love him so much that I sometimes put his name on FB. What world are we living in! I know! I should be banned from Earth for saying God.
Oh, I almost forgot. I am SO FAKE, because I wasn’t there to physically be there for someone when they were having a rough time. I mean, that is how all this fake-ness started.
It definitly goes to show how shallow people are. This was my first Fb fist fight, I definitly lost because I had nothing else to say to ugly bangs, but oh well. I like to chose my batttles. Like fighting for chocolate cupcakes over vanilla.
Thank you for reading everyone! I am so glad you all know how fake I am!
But I just wanted to remind you people how fake I am. I think this person knows me way to well and I have to say they were right on point! Shall we begin? Lets!
I’m fake because I’m not really 28. I’m really 28 years, 11 months and 3 weeks old.
I should be ashamed of myself.
I’m fake because I wasn’t born with ombre hair. I was born with brown hair. I don’t know what to say.
I’m fake because I told someone they deserved to be happy. This one is definitely going way too far. I will watch my words next time, mommy.
I’m fake because I commented on a status to show some support. I think I should be spanked for this, yup.
I’m fake because I have no great come backs. Just silly words like, ‘you have ugly bangs’ and ‘you’re annoying’. LOL super disappointed.
I’m fake because I don’t know how to get violent on FB.
I’m fake because I don’t hang out with every single one of my FB friends. I know…
I’m fake because I have a full time job, 2 kids in school, a fiancé and my parents and brother. I should know better!
I’m fake because I can’t make time to see my own friends plus the ones on FB that have no idea of my private life. But apparently we should be friends and bowl and shit.
I’m fake because I have a best friend. What nerve do I have to have a best friend! Sheesh.
I’m fake because I love God. I love him so much that I sometimes put his name on FB. What world are we living in! I know! I should be banned from Earth for saying God.
Oh, I almost forgot. I am SO FAKE, because I wasn’t there to physically be there for someone when they were having a rough time. I mean, that is how all this fake-ness started.
It definitly goes to show how shallow people are. This was my first Fb fist fight, I definitly lost because I had nothing else to say to ugly bangs, but oh well. I like to chose my batttles. Like fighting for chocolate cupcakes over vanilla.
Thank you for reading everyone! I am so glad you all know how fake I am!
Saturday, August 10, 2013
Life goes on with or without your shoes
Everyone has the right to satisfaction. To peace. To believe in something.
We grow up with the lessons we learned from teachers, parents, friends and enemies. It's our job to make something of it. If you're happy it's because you want to be. Same with being miserable or unhappy. Granted there are those that need further help, but kudos to those who can admit and seek the help they need.
Most of us have been down a dark road enough times to know what we shouldn't take for granted and what we can live without.
I feel in my heart that a simple smile at a stranger, a quick hello to your neighbor or striking up a conversation with someone who always tries to make small talk can make a difference. The small things are usually the best. Baby steps towards a better feeling you never hurt anyone.
There are going to be people out there that feed on the weak, the saddened, the fearful and the loners. Those people get their satisfaction from that. It's sad. But who am I to judge? I don't know what's happened to them, I don't know if they were ever loved enough. But what I do know, that experiencing negativity in my own life never got me anywhere. It never improved my confidence nor did it ever help me with relationships. Only until I realized, I needed to get my act together first before putting on a show.
Positive energy will bring good things. Life will put you through tests (I personally believe God is responsible for that) but life really isn't meant to be easy peasy. But you have to put that into action, if you don't believe you can turn things around; you have to know that it will be a hard life. It will be a struggle.
My hearts been broken so many times, I could of cried all day, became depressed or killed myself. But what good would all that do? My kids have been away from me for long periods of time, I could of been a bitch or complain to everyone. But would that make me a better mom? No. I lost friends over stupid things, did I try and fix things? Yes. Is there only so much you can do? Damn right!
I'm 28 years old, I've lived a life enough to be 58. I know. It's sad. But not to me. I have embraced my mistakes, my failures and learned to adjust and resolve. Do I still get annoyed and upset, duh! I'm not perfect! Just my shoes...
But what I mean people, is that you need to get off that couch! Out of your house! And get some fresh air! People! People! We need your money! Oops, sorry! Got all Little Rascals on you!
Honestly, it's 2013 and we are making the same mistakes! Haven't we as a society learned enough to know! I mean, we go to school, we go to college, you stay single or get married you have kids. They do the same. All the same emotions are there. Except now they try and convince us that a little medicine will help make us better... Man, I could go on but I'm tired. I also hate typing on an iPad.
Tonight, someone asked me to "go fuck yourself", I took that as an opportunity for entertainment. I'm bad at come backs and arguing. I just am. The best I got was trying to wish someone a flat tire. Lame, right! But boy, this person seriously loved to dispute. Who am I to stop her. She also referred I was new to the Internet. I didn't correct her though because my life is consumed by reality. So sometimes I am new to the Internet ;) I mean I have only been blogging since 2009. What do I know.
Alright chicks and dicks, I'm signing off and wishing everyone a safe weekend!
Peace!
We grow up with the lessons we learned from teachers, parents, friends and enemies. It's our job to make something of it. If you're happy it's because you want to be. Same with being miserable or unhappy. Granted there are those that need further help, but kudos to those who can admit and seek the help they need.
Most of us have been down a dark road enough times to know what we shouldn't take for granted and what we can live without.
I feel in my heart that a simple smile at a stranger, a quick hello to your neighbor or striking up a conversation with someone who always tries to make small talk can make a difference. The small things are usually the best. Baby steps towards a better feeling you never hurt anyone.
There are going to be people out there that feed on the weak, the saddened, the fearful and the loners. Those people get their satisfaction from that. It's sad. But who am I to judge? I don't know what's happened to them, I don't know if they were ever loved enough. But what I do know, that experiencing negativity in my own life never got me anywhere. It never improved my confidence nor did it ever help me with relationships. Only until I realized, I needed to get my act together first before putting on a show.
Positive energy will bring good things. Life will put you through tests (I personally believe God is responsible for that) but life really isn't meant to be easy peasy. But you have to put that into action, if you don't believe you can turn things around; you have to know that it will be a hard life. It will be a struggle.
My hearts been broken so many times, I could of cried all day, became depressed or killed myself. But what good would all that do? My kids have been away from me for long periods of time, I could of been a bitch or complain to everyone. But would that make me a better mom? No. I lost friends over stupid things, did I try and fix things? Yes. Is there only so much you can do? Damn right!
I'm 28 years old, I've lived a life enough to be 58. I know. It's sad. But not to me. I have embraced my mistakes, my failures and learned to adjust and resolve. Do I still get annoyed and upset, duh! I'm not perfect! Just my shoes...
But what I mean people, is that you need to get off that couch! Out of your house! And get some fresh air! People! People! We need your money! Oops, sorry! Got all Little Rascals on you!
Honestly, it's 2013 and we are making the same mistakes! Haven't we as a society learned enough to know! I mean, we go to school, we go to college, you stay single or get married you have kids. They do the same. All the same emotions are there. Except now they try and convince us that a little medicine will help make us better... Man, I could go on but I'm tired. I also hate typing on an iPad.
Tonight, someone asked me to "go fuck yourself", I took that as an opportunity for entertainment. I'm bad at come backs and arguing. I just am. The best I got was trying to wish someone a flat tire. Lame, right! But boy, this person seriously loved to dispute. Who am I to stop her. She also referred I was new to the Internet. I didn't correct her though because my life is consumed by reality. So sometimes I am new to the Internet ;) I mean I have only been blogging since 2009. What do I know.
Alright chicks and dicks, I'm signing off and wishing everyone a safe weekend!
Peace!
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