Finished cleaning out my blog & heart; If you were one of the lucky bastards that read all the crap I left up from 3 yrs ago: I apologize!

Being an Aries in the persepective of...

Truth127 on Youtube.



'Straight-up-supa-fly-gansta-&-tingz' aside, this woman speaks the gosh-darned truth.

As an Aries, this is very much a possible aspect of me, but this video makes us sound pathetic!
Hahaha. So sad.

Must find a better video!
This woman holds a negative bias towards Aries people!


*THIS JUST IN*:

THIS CHICK STOLE INFORMATION FROM THE ABOVE VIDEO!
Everything she's saying is almost VERBATIM! How dare she!

The Escapist

I really do want to write songs, but I don't have enough patience, man.

Blogs, I feel are easier; Although, sometimes, it takes the same amount of energy to exert a melody out of your ass, as it does a witty analogy, so... fuck that.

You know what's easier?
Finding a picture, posting it & placing two esoteric words or a cryptic sentence to leave you (the reader) uselessly pondering on what the hell I'm trying to tell some stupid boy who's not worth my time, or some obsessive, in-denial chick that, also, is not worth my time. Or something rather.

Bitches. I am NOT jaded.

And for the record, swearing is healthy.
Obviously, you don't want to overdue it in public, or around respectable elders,
but it needs to come out, sometimes.

Dr. Oz said so, and I trust him.

"3 yrs from now."

Once upon a time...

at around 3 in the morning,
there were a small group of Somalian girls talking VERY LOUDLY outside of my GOD-DAMNED window,
until someone FINALLY told them to shut up approximately 10 minutes later...

I only recorded 2 minutes.

It took me almost two years to be able to both listen & sing to this fully without feeling like I wanted to initiate self-inflicted cardiac arrest.

Today -- tonight, I listened & sang, like it was Paula Abdul's birthday!

Put your "paws" up.

Gaga. is. the. shiz.

"God makes NO mistakes."

The Hills, season 1:
Lauren Conrad is offered a trip to Paris with Teen Vogue.

Dillemma:
Her boyfriends (whom she loves VERY MUCH) has asked her to stay with him in some beach house he's renting for the summer.

L.C. chooses:
PARIS -- I lie.
She chooses - as any niave fool in-love would - her dumb-ass boyfriend, of whom ends up beating the shit out of her heart.

The moral of the story:
GUYS & GALS, ALWAYS...
& I repeat...

ALWAYS, CHOOSE PARIS.

Or you'll regret it, like L.C. did.
Learn from our mistakes!

That is all.

You know what's funny...

If you look at my blog stats, you'll notice that a lot of people end up on my blog looking for jizz photo's.

Literally.

There's an area of my blog's stats where you can see if someone found your site via the use of a search engine, and the majourity of searches are jizz related!



I've seen: jizz photo's, jizz on girl, jizz face, jizz master, and thick jizz -- and those are the ones I can rememebre! Mind you, their attempts only lead them to this blog of mine (also jizz related).

http://bit.ly/cnMObs

Till next time, friends! I'll leave you to ponder the jizz phenomenon with a reel of jizz photo's I found on Google.com:

Felt this one. It was raw & simply beautiful.
At the end of the day, that vulnerability is all you can really ask for.

Sara Bareilles covering Coldplay's classic, Yellow.

Back to Bla--ogger.

I don't want to be a fulfiller to my own prophecies, but I've ditched Tumblr, momentarily.

I thought the wiser (think-before-you-type) photo-journalist in me would shine it's luminescent ego brighter than my young story-telling self, but -- to be honest -- I wasn't comfortable from the get-go.

Finding a theme that felt like me on Tumblr was harder
than slicing already sliced bread.
I mean it. Never again.

I've realized that I love my words -- I love them!
I love writing nonsense.
I love writing to an audience that doesn't exist,
BECAUSE it's MY way of controversially expressing myself.
It's MY freedom, and I can't fully express myself solely through pictures.

I'm overly-dependent on words.
In fact, I'm as to clauses, semi-colons, and commas,
as Paris Hilton is to her dog and the word: "hot."
It just is that way.

*On another note*:
My life is much better these days.
I'm getting back into philanthropic-mode. It's awesome.
And I have this guy I met the other day to thank for it.
He didn't even really do anything. All he did was tell me that he was
studying Human Rights and asked if I went on Tuesday...
Mind you, if my brain had little people living in it, they'd all be doing cart-wheel's and back-flips.

(It was the Tuesday part that got me. Who'd have thought
I'd meet ANYONE that would've gone on Tuesday.
Something like a needle in a hay-stack.)

I may be over-exaggerating, but I think that morning was the most inspirational morning of the entirety of my life. Yes, definitely over-dramatic, but you get the picture.

If I never get to thank you in person, Mystery-Man-kind-of, I'll do it here.

Thanks.

When Craig Kielburger and I get married, you're more than welcomed to sit at table 2.

I have a tublr -- yes, a tublr.

I see myself going back and forth from blogger to tublr.
Kind of like a child of divorce.

http://ireadwhatilackinlife.tumblr.com/