tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45323416334134175922024-03-05T04:27:55.857-05:00Bitter/Sweet LanguageBang Banghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750noreply@blogger.comBlogger248125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-82669483702516988082010-10-22T16:04:00.000-04:002010-10-22T16:04:01.082-04:00Lady Gaga<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.lady-gaga.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/Photo-11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.lady-gaga.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/Photo-11.jpg" width="184" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
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Some scum feels like releasing more beat up pics of her from that famous grammy nite. Right now, at this point and time. Someone is up to something *side eye* Chris and Rih moved on so why bring back pain.....I still see them.Bang Banghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-56480539643120978562010-10-15T15:11:00.000-04:002010-10-15T15:11:04.108-04:00Nicki's Pink Friday Album Cover<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h164/ybfchic/OCTOBER%202010/nicki_minaj_pink_friday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h164/ybfchic/OCTOBER%202010/nicki_minaj_pink_friday.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Honestly I wasn't even worried bout her legs....where's her arms? I know in that pose they're behind your back. I still wanted to see them. It would of made her legs look less creepy and more Nicki.</div>Bang Banghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-404040032995689462010-10-09T23:08:00.000-04:002010-10-09T23:08:42.692-04:00Fuck You Jason Derulo<div style="text-align: center;">Umm Why? There are so many reasons why.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">First time I heard you you took a sample from a beloved artist of mine and made it all shitty.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Rule 1: Don't sample a fucking song that still in the same decade as you.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Rule 2: If you don't care about rule number one, at least make the song hot, you feel me?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Now people will remember you instead of the woman who deserves the props</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"><b>Ooo whatchu say, did your album just flop?</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.billboard.com/photos/stylus/103009-jason_derulo2_617_409.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://www.billboard.com/photos/stylus/103009-jason_derulo2_617_409.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Jason Derulo you are gay. I'm not just saying that, its true. Plus your mini dot of hair under your lip (Which you clearly groomed it that way, which is suspect, just shave it all off? Why leave a dot left?) told me so. Stop trying to dance like Chris Brown because your rhythm is that of a black man hearing the music 2 seconds behind. Why couldn't you just be honest? Adam Lambert is bi and singing like a black woman/white man and I'm jammin' out because he's real unlike you which is why you get no play. If your the first in your category you are guaranteed to win.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">Justin Bieber</span></b>- First teen sensation in our generation since Justin Timberlake</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">Nick Minaj</span></b>-First Female rapper since Missy Elliot</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><b>Rihanna</b></span>- First Pop Star that can dress (You know damn well I'm not commenting on her voice) since ????</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">If you were the first openly gay black man that sings, you will get played for the simple fact that the gays will support you and your courage to not give a shit. I guess you would prefer the rumors and niggas concerned with what your doing behind close doors instead of just being real.</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's 2010</div><div style="text-align: center;">You will not die if you say you're GAY because you're famous</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</span></span><iframe class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Rjs08E-Ps7w" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="640"></iframe> I love this band and forever will they really never disappoint me even when they're trying something new. The last album was something new and I can't wait to review it. I like to go through the whole album at once no matter how long...Outkast The Love Below/Speakerboxx enough said. Their lyrics are reminiscent of a certain book of the bible. Why don't we look back there its not scary. Well My grandma didn't really help with her awesome campfire scary story voice, with a hint of an island accent. It was over for me but you guys can only see the similarity if you actually read it. New Video for waiting to End is so near, SO NEAR!Bang Banghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-32665684098186824232010-10-07T14:09:00.000-04:002010-10-07T14:09:20.061-04:00That's VampyShit, its October. Ready for some updates. I recently celebrated my first anniversary with Adam AlottaBalls<-- a spin on his last name. He got me flowers,there was a blue one and I was shocked cause I really don't ask for specifics and shit. When I saw that blue rose it was so pretty. I wish they really grew that way. I use to watch Blood Plus and this guy would give his lover blue roses. I got a new job, and my ass is training. So I won't be seeing a paycheck for awhile. I deleted my facebook because honestly I was never into it. I don't like people and they made a movie for it. Once there's a movie....I get turned off. Pet Peeve Major. Although I do want to watch the movie. I've been neglecting this blog for long enough. Time for some sweetness. We have a puppy named Cloud. Alright let's get to the revamping.Bang Banghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-56418955340114223112010-04-09T14:38:00.008-04:002010-04-11T21:24:57.765-04:00A Song Lyric [Sweet]Well this summery season ensued I felt like writing, I have a rapper for a boyfriend so sooner or later its going to rub off. So I'm songwriting now its a new thing for me and I love this shit.<br /><br />Its Just Amazing <br />Galantic and enticing<br />I feel like cake and Life is just icing<br />So I blow out my candles but the fire is still on<br />Its okay I got my shades on <br />So turn off the drama and put the high beams on<br />I'll keep dancing til there's no more song<br />and the 808 is gone, the only beat left is the beat of my heart<br /><br />My life is on Caps Lock.<br />So turn up the bass and treble<br />Let's waste this place and apologize later<br />Press the escape key and whine with me<br />Enter a new galaxy <br />I'm doing whatever is sweeter <br />I only live once so let's live for the fun.<br />So bang bang on the dancefloor<br />No competition to run<br />Its a stick up like guns<br />cause I'm number one<br />No time for the timid <br />the sky is never the limit<br /><br /><br />Its Just Amazing <br />Galantic and enticing<br />I feel like cake and Life is just icing<br />So I blow out my candles but the fire is still on<br />Its okay I got my shades on <br />So turn off the drama and put the high beams on<br />I'll keep dancing til there's no more song<br />and the 808 is gone, the only beat left is the beat of my heart<br /><br /><br />I do what I want and whatever I want I do <br />Missunderstood but you wish you could do it too<br />I shouldn't be blamed for wanting to go insane<br />but I cant do the mundane so I put up my bets <br />Cause I got the Amazing <br />clock it and give me the test.<br />Let's keep dancing<br />These intergalatic tactics have got me feeling frantic<br />Across the globe North East South and West<br />So pass it to the left and raise your glassess<br />Everything is like first class sex, tantric<br />And iTS jUST aMAZING<br /><br /><br />Boys find me exciting <br />Girls fill up on jealousy<br />I'm the life of life's party<br />Everyone wishes it was me<br />The competition is lacking I was grazing<br />ahead and up I keep going<br />showing off to my heartbeat<br />and this beat....<br /><br /><br />Its Just Amazing <br />Galantic and enticing<br />I feel like cake and Life is just icing<br />So I blow out my candles but the fire is still on<br />Its okay I got my shades on <br />So turn off the drama and put the high beams on<br />I'll keep dancing til there's no one left<br />and the 808 is gone, the only beat left is the beat of this songBang Banghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-25830140342939769882010-04-08T03:20:00.004-04:002010-04-08T03:46:29.225-04:00Its 3 in the morningand I'm in Joshua Arroyo's house with Adam and Josh watching Rocket Power and munching on snacks and all assorted candies. I thought to myself this might be a good fucking time for a post and voila! I have no idea what to talk about so I ll keep typing until something comes and what not. Rihanna goes on tour with kesha with an <strong>$</strong> and not an <strong>S</strong> but that some dumb fuckhead shit and Nicki Minaj. Yay!<br /><br />No. she's not Nicki has dropped out to work on her album, while I was excited, I'm not anymore cause I mildly like kesha and I only like to look at rihanna not hear her. So poop. Rihanna is a smart business person, but alas she has to get another girl or something. Good for Nicki cause I saw her new video and .....idk It was shot well but why have Amber Rose in a video and she's just in a car. It's a hot car but come on. I saw the pictures before the video came out and got mad excited and was dissapointed by the editing. Were there some clips I missed? WTF I saw those creepy jungle contortionist dudes more than I saw anything else. Don't get me started on the song itself....<br /><br />really sean garrett?<br />Has anyone noticed that he really has no pull.<br />He kinds of fuck up the song by making it whack.<br />Massive Attack, the hook was less than massive.<br /><br />Do Better People. Why should people even care about what I have to say? It's the truth you just didn't know it.Can someone please give me a record deal cause I can do much better. Much Better.<br /><br />Alritey then,<br />Night LoversBang Banghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-13733150338597461172010-04-06T03:33:00.003-04:002010-04-06T03:52:00.850-04:00Paper Tongues [Sweet]I like this song a lot. like a lot a lot. The lead singer is feeling his shit, which makes you feel like "yeah, fuck yeah I would go to California, I like this song"<br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BCzFYU17Soo&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BCzFYU17Soo&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />Blast it. People blast it. It sounds better that way. Rock Music needs some decibels so turn the little knobby thing. Knobby. I like that word it sounds weird.<br /><br />Its simple and delicious. 2010 is going to br a good year of music. I can not take anymore bootydoo and new york is plundering rite about now musically. I mean come on, be honest it's been some time since we had a star and not a celebrity. Fat Joe, no one asked you to represent the Bronx. I like you take no offense, but you slipping you went to the south and try to make it "poppin" there. It failed. You're dumb.<br /><br />Were they lying in that song?<br />....If I can make it there I'll make it anywhere.... umm down south down south??<br /><br />SMH<br /><br />Okay...A small late nite rant. Back to the subject yeah<br /><br />I like their name Paper Tongues, sounds all dry and unmoist. Reminds me of cottonmouth when toking and smoking....ahaha you get it? okay very good moving on.<br /><br /> Jus play it over.Bang Banghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-33281790568882679272010-03-31T12:33:00.003-04:002010-03-31T12:43:44.265-04:00Where the f#$* have you been?Well, Let's see, nowhere much, my computer is still kaputz and is it bourgeoise to only wanna write my blog on my own mac? Yes I know you guys missed me and all my wordy scramble sexy sentences but alas I must stay faithful. Hold on prolly by the end of april I'll be back on my grind. I did my mom's taxes and it came out better than whoever did it last year. The thing is, she didn't work as much and I got her more back. I'm a genius and all that good shit. I can't do it professionally cause I never filed a tax return for myself. gasp!!!! Well next year.<br /><br />I've been coming up with a self employment type of thing. I'm too talented to be folding clothes and watching fatasses mess it up in front of me. smh. I made some custom sunglasses and they came out awesome as shit. So its time for the grind. Stay dedicated and keep following me.<br /><br />Bitch ILL be back *shakes fist*Bang Banghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-22920463659388224692010-02-09T14:58:00.000-05:002010-02-09T14:58:00.872-05:00Pinky. [Sweet]Here's one of my favorite YouTubers. It's <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">JennisseMakeup</span></b>. She's awesome with eyeshadow tutorials and she always gives me some new ideas for my makeup. Check Her and she does eyelashes, I did eyelashes for my birthday by myself and her tutorial. It came out pretty good:)<div> </div><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aWRvS2bfzC0&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aWRvS2bfzC0&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object>Bang Banghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-87544962728697971602010-02-08T16:48:00.003-05:002010-02-08T16:58:11.738-05:00Nippies<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.dailyradar.com/media/uploads/showhype/story_large/2009/07/07/rihanna_stars_on_the_nipples__crop_.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 466px;" src="http://images.dailyradar.com/media/uploads/showhype/story_large/2009/07/07/rihanna_stars_on_the_nipples__crop_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stltoday.com/blogzone/debs-style-file/files/2009/07/rihanna.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 457px; height: 640px;" src="http://www.stltoday.com/blogzone/debs-style-file/files/2009/07/rihanna.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Aww, Spring is just round the corner and nothing says it warm outside by getting some nippies and hitting the club. These pasties are reusable and super cute. Here's some pictures of Rihanna rocking them for her new <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9966;">RUDE BOY</span> video. It's sad thats she is the only one taking necessary risks.<div><br /><div><br /></div><div>They sell them at <b><a href="http://bristols6.com/">bristols6</a></b> I suggest you buy them before the fad starts. </div></div>Bang Banghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-24416135515227798182010-02-02T19:47:00.004-05:002010-02-02T20:19:05.911-05:00Fuck Money.<div style="text-align: center;">Welp. Money got in the way of people's dream more than it helps. Anything you want to pursue you can't because money stops you.<br /><br />How many times have you wanted to do something and can't because you didn't have enough money?<br /><br />Been denied countless amounts of things because you didn't have the enough of it, you were punished cause you have no experience with it or had a bad experience with it aka that bad ass credit score?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Mhhhmmmm. </span><br /><br />Go to College.<br /><br />Loans.<br /><br />Graduate.<br /><br />Then you spend the rest of your life trying to catch up because you already started your adulthood like 200 feet behind the start line.<br /><br />No one should be debating whether to pursue their dreams or get a career to pay the bills.<br /><br />Or making a hard decision for health insurance or you have none at all.<br /><br />You really going to let money control your future?<br /><br />Afterall, what has money done for you?<br /><br />It did nothing for me, but cause unnecessary problems.<br /><br />It breaks relationships, friendships, family up.<br /><br />Makes arguments and chaos.<br /><br />I have to pay for bud that grows for <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">free</span></span> in nature.<br />I have to pay for the Bronx ZOO for fucking animals I would of seen.<br />Pay to better myself.<br />Pay for my health.<br />Pay for my sanity.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Haven't you noticed?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Fuck that man. At the end of the day. Half of it doesn't mean shit. Money is based on gold and we don't have enough for all that green paper out there. So money is really worth nothing so throw it up like rice. It'll come back it always does.</span><br /><br /></div>Bang Banghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-36652671410136743992010-01-14T12:23:00.003-05:002010-01-20T10:45:19.140-05:00BlackJack: Click Click PuffHey I'm 21. Bishes kiss the ring. I have hit 21 and its a lucky number. We playing pool tonite and we gonna chill and breathe easy. No stress. No DRAMA! I'm residing in the Bronx for my birthday. I really don't feel like going to NYC. I don't have NYC money and friends can get together easily in the Bronx. If there's one thing I learned from my past birthdays is that people are lazy as hell and cold weather don't rock with my friends. I don't blame them, most of them are from the islands, so you know how that goes:) This is a blessed year and I'm a blessed young woman. I got my family that loves me unconditionally <----that line was put to the test 2009 lol and they were faithful. I have my love, Adam and I made the right choice. He's the first person that cared bout my birthday and he wasn't blood.<div><br /></div><div>I had birthdays that past by and the only thing I accomplished was laundry. It's weird sometimes having someone that enjoys your birthday more than you. In the short 4.5 months that we were "officially" together. He's done so much and he hasn't even started lol, according to him. I still have the keys he stole for me. When that fucked up car salesman fucked us over. I love my life and I'm done playing normal trying to do what everyone else is doing. I can't do that shit cause I'm smarter, faster, sexier, and blinder than the average bear. </div><div><br /></div><div>Alrite enough of the mushy shit, run that track.</div><div><br /></div><div>Say Ahhh by Trey Songz is my birthday jam. yes niggles I know what it means and I choose not to care cause its a good song. Don't Front you knew damn well too and still rocked that ass to the beat. </div>Bang Banghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-34660176238572024382010-01-11T19:22:00.004-05:002010-01-13T17:50:15.554-05:00Scrunchies: A Short Story<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><img src="webkit-fake-url://46A95880-258D-414D-82BF-8D21DB4177D2/Scrunchies.jpg" alt="Scrunchies.jpg" /></p></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>She digged into her patent leather black buckle bag for her wallet containing her metrocard. The 6 train was approaching and her bag was about to make her late. She took a deep breath and focused and remembered she put her metrocard in the small pocket on the side of her bag. She quickly reached for it and click clacked towards the train. She barely made it but she was glad she did. She composed herself and walked towards the back. She took a seat by herself and took a deep breath out. She reorganized her bag and wiped the stray curly black hairs away from her soft brown round face. She took out her ipod. She put on her favorite playlist. She slowly closed her eyes and drowned out the noise of the subway and the wandering eyes of morning pervs.<br /><br />Eva!<br /><br />Hey Eva!<br /><br />She heard someone say her name and hoped It wasn't the person she thought it was. She couldn't stand her. She kept her eyes closed but the voice persisted.<br /><br />Hey Eva! Th voice approached and she started to cringe, her calm peaceful aura was interrupted. She felt someone pluck one of her headphones out. She opened her eyes. Eva wished she didn't.<br /><br />She saw someone dressed in light blue jeans and a red elmo shirt. She had a matching red belt and red feather earrings. She had red uptowns and black zip up. She had her blonde hair in a low ponytail. She had on a red scrunchie. A scrunchie. SCRUNCHIE. It was no ordinary scrunchie. It was thick and obvious and cherry bright red. It was a weird material for a scrunchie like velvet or suede. Did that make it better? Eva couldn't react.<br /><br />"Hi Eva, I've been trying to get your attention for the longest. You need to turn down your ipod, you're going to go deaf!" Lala expressed. She never said anything it was always dramatic and acted out. Eva knew this and despised it, also clothes wise she didn't know how to brand herself. This urked her more than ever. Since she loved fashion and Lala must of been a rogue.<br /><br />"Yea...." Eva shakely murmured<br /><br />"Hey, Its cool that we met up I was wondering what you've been up to. I haven't seen you in like 7 months." Lala exclaimed<br /><br />"Well, you know me [no, you don't], trying to keep busy working and stuff. Eva rolled through her ipod and casually looked up.<br /><br />That's cool, umm well let me get your number, We're having a party for Ashley this weekend.<br /><br />Which one Ashley Rodriguez or Smith? Eva asked<br /><br />"Rodriguez, yea she's turning 21 and she's throwing a party. You can go with me! It'll be mad fun!" Lala giggled and her eyes were filled with glee. She looked like kids at christmas. Although Eva couldn't stand Lala she couldn't let her down. Eva always had a soft spot for requests, plus she haven't seen Ashley in a year. It wouldn't be that bad as long as Lala stayed out the way. Lala waited for Eva's answer. She waved back and forth on the train pole.<br /><br />"Yea that should be fun, you going with other people?" she found that Jamiroquai song she loved and started playing it low. It quietly annoyed her. a red scrunchie. It couldn't be, she had to imagine it, no those things couldn't be back, why would she want it back?<br />Well I'm going with my boyfriend James and my best friend Savanna. Lala announced<br />Did James know that she was wearing this scrunchie?<br /><br />The traina rrived at 125th and Lala could finally sit next to Eva. Lala sat down and Eva couldn't turn away as she watched the scruchie sit down next to her. She never came so close. Eva felt tempted to feel it and then rip it out her hair....<div><br /></div><div>To be cont'd<br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Bang Banghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-52643536581143640262010-01-11T19:01:00.005-05:002010-01-11T19:22:27.270-05:00Off to a New Start<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTMbg7RK-jzpVgB_JRhpBbvtbZn04jHigyeCqyPU5ePuy27M4fDh1qwIvoXnSP3_kO97NhKGkQZB6LHyaQbmJZUl6mTmw7jEFI4X3-AulFcr6pQGBaLvcupIaYgReuxZpnrT4qzDEuIWjg/s1600-h/KicK+FLiixX+051.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTMbg7RK-jzpVgB_JRhpBbvtbZn04jHigyeCqyPU5ePuy27M4fDh1qwIvoXnSP3_kO97NhKGkQZB6LHyaQbmJZUl6mTmw7jEFI4X3-AulFcr6pQGBaLvcupIaYgReuxZpnrT4qzDEuIWjg/s320/KicK+FLiixX+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425640104592275522" border="0" /></a> sexy with my eyes like Brock<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisbvWDGYG8KfkZSwcF1a3dFcNIIblpdkod_awgWK8JYCnpk8RcSEGSDuywQpj89VuHLBR13Fus-HGZ8jX8dMdkp1ixQU8R8iiX1_Qy5n2VKAHwd7BDFYDdECI6_7Ss6APHCctXh3GIYHEC/s1600-h/KicK+FLiixX+052.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisbvWDGYG8KfkZSwcF1a3dFcNIIblpdkod_awgWK8JYCnpk8RcSEGSDuywQpj89VuHLBR13Fus-HGZ8jX8dMdkp1ixQU8R8iiX1_Qy5n2VKAHwd7BDFYDdECI6_7Ss6APHCctXh3GIYHEC/s320/KicK+FLiixX+052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425639768209195890" border="0" /></a> Leaning on Hubbster<br />So my birthday is in 3 days.<br />I'm going to be 21 and I'm chilling usually people get wild and crazy for their 21st but I'll save that for my 22nd lol. I wanna play pool and chill with people I enjoy. Have a game, Have a drink, Have a smoke and go to bed. The weekend I'll prolly go to the movies among other things. Oh BTW I do taxes. I'm certified too, So hit me up people. I'm trying to be an entrepreneur and do things for myself cause the economy don't like me. lol<br /><br />I am truly blessed to have true friends and a honest hubby and a loving family. I never wrote on here for Christmas and New Years but it was a good way to end 2009. I love my blogger family and YOU GOING TO SEE BIG THINGS HAPPEN THIS YEAR!!!! :)Bang Banghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-43072796946344090422009-12-22T19:55:00.004-05:002009-12-22T21:33:21.294-05:00Renaissance:2009-2010<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXhobZMeoMzJBFFPPAon1BV9wtBLZhk5XvqIJ1LZz72-sY_3DlmPe7eYU0Ml6YN2LVcHLuDPUttdGlLfFrO9ZesxKgTF8FJd7Q_XdX4ZHVZbc1X2tqZgdIy5Kfp1TsW1-B1nWMFVW_IJL7/s1600-h/Future.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXhobZMeoMzJBFFPPAon1BV9wtBLZhk5XvqIJ1LZz72-sY_3DlmPe7eYU0Ml6YN2LVcHLuDPUttdGlLfFrO9ZesxKgTF8FJd7Q_XdX4ZHVZbc1X2tqZgdIy5Kfp1TsW1-B1nWMFVW_IJL7/s320/Future.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418253981961077362" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> 2009 </span></b></span>was full of bullshit, growing pains and love. I spent the first half of my year going nowhere, just waiting, waiting for my opportunity and 2009 did not have it. By July I had lost all faith in people. I believed that people would let you down no matter what. Everyone nowadays just look out for themselves and fuck over the rest.<div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><b> My</b></span></span> relationship with Joshua was based off a lie and I didn't get the memo. I thought he was my rock but even he fell off the wayside. I was out of school and work. I felt like I had no real friends ( with the exception of a few) I felt this overwhelming pressure from everyone. I didn't know how to solve my problems. I tried what I thought was would work for me. It never worked out. I'm a faithful, caring, bitchy, selfless person and people stepped on me. I felt alone and hurt. I felt like I was wasting my life, like I was helping family and friends to reach their goals. My goals and my dreams were there but I couldn't reach them. At one point I just felt stuck, lost and confused. <div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I had reached the beginning of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">adult</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">hood</span>.</span></b> </div><div><br /></div><div>I am a fighter, I was trying to do what was right, I was doing what was best for a person like me.</div><div>I was doing everything wrong. I was too concerned with what I'm suppose be at in my life.</div><div>Other people who were 20, I was watching wondering how come I'm not doing what they're doing. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><b>How come I couldn't find a job? </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><b>How come I don't enjoy school?</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><b>Why can't I make friends as easily as other people?</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><b>Why do they stare?</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><b>Why can't I move out my Mom's Home as yet?</b></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Then I realized that I'm not everyone else. I'm never on the same level as other people. So why would I pressure myself and give myself such goals? I was trying to fit in and stand out at the same time. Everyone else was waiting too.</div><div><br /></div><div>They were expecting and judging and I let them.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">I let them.</span></b></i></div><div><br /></div><div>Now I'm doing what's in my heart. Anything my <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">heart</span></b> desires I do, relax its nothing too damaging or self inflicting. I'm paving my own path since no path is open for me as yet. Too many times I held back because I didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings. I didn't do what I wanted because it would be frowned upon. I did this and only locked down my heart desires, while people stepped on me. </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm free from myself. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><b>2010</b></span> is coming up and I'm going to rock the shit out of this new year. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Today is the beginning of my Revolution.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Today is my Renaissance!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">+plus I've always been a late bloomer :)</span></span></div><div><br /></div></div>Bang Banghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-86866755546354063652009-11-26T18:00:00.003-05:002009-11-26T18:25:06.685-05:00Happy ThanksgivingNow's the time to sit down with family, to be thankful, to eat and laugh. Everyone is dressed up and showing they're best foot forward. People are dancing to music and drooling for their favorite dishes only Mom can make. We all bow our heads round the dinner table, the couches or wherever you celebrate. We thank and give our love to God and one another and we always miss out on saying thanks to....<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">the pilgrims for bringing small pox to the Natives and almost killing them physically and then they killed them emotionally, spiritually and physically. Yea, Let's say thanks.....</span></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Naw I'm just kidding folks. </div><div><br /></div><div>Stuff your faces and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Happy Thanksgiving!!!!!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; "> Do Natives celebrate Thanksgiving?</span><br /></span></div>Bang Banghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-25680175959494902532009-11-22T18:13:00.005-05:002009-11-22T18:22:27.023-05:00Choose Love<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Ecl2Pr7jjJBazNxLnBa2_RRzykJR5bcWATrIelNsJEJB2T-ZcuoQdgtCTI2w5dKUAfmStFkuDpnbuDUBtU3n1ribxy0tKmJGlKa53A5oUu5KgvH2zMaeUWoPG0V3msYExPVnM_ZHiB8U/s1600/1016091412b.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Ecl2Pr7jjJBazNxLnBa2_RRzykJR5bcWATrIelNsJEJB2T-ZcuoQdgtCTI2w5dKUAfmStFkuDpnbuDUBtU3n1ribxy0tKmJGlKa53A5oUu5KgvH2zMaeUWoPG0V3msYExPVnM_ZHiB8U/s320/1016091412b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407071639230644018" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">WTF sideways again, too lazy</span></span></span></span><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: center;">While I was gone I fell in love. *le sigh* <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Bang Banghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-30472556047583018902009-11-22T18:02:00.005-05:002009-11-22T18:13:31.983-05:00I'm Good[Sweet]<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDeSxkBnJ4u6z79QXG6jQ4t4lQIjSBDQiBRynLdAzwWIhq-c32_2LpChZuTp0hmlpopDCkrvfI9qLNxCzreREl6z-p9_4M5pM5tF3p6y4tfKjV3OCfiGrjrOLm8WjcfGnvEptFSd-yIWaf/s1600/1103091056.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDeSxkBnJ4u6z79QXG6jQ4t4lQIjSBDQiBRynLdAzwWIhq-c32_2LpChZuTp0hmlpopDCkrvfI9qLNxCzreREl6z-p9_4M5pM5tF3p6y4tfKjV3OCfiGrjrOLm8WjcfGnvEptFSd-yIWaf/s320/1103091056.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407069606955405346" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Its sideways *shrugs, scratches butt*</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Hey nigglets, Its been awhile, a long while and I know, I know, how weird of me not to post on some bullshit going on in my life. Honestly, there's been some serious shit going on in my life and God was testing my faith to the fullest. I really didn't feel like writing for the simple fact that I really didn't feel inspired by anything going on. <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Today I was inspired and now I'm back on my grind being my shitty, funny, unapologetic self. I will slowly tell ya'll the nitty gritty when I'm comfortable but until then we'll act like the last two months I was posting my ass off lol</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Let the Games Commence</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">p.s. FUCK you satan, that is all</span></span></div></div>Bang Banghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-32297727760486346452009-11-02T23:19:00.002-05:002009-11-02T23:23:49.198-05:00I just called...Hey It's November. I'll post some pictures of my endeavors while I left my blog abandoned. My Mac had other plans and the hard drive gave up. It just felt wrong to write on something else besides my baby. My sister got her macbook fixed so we good money in the mean time. Halloween wasn't spectacular but I had a laid back night. Umm I decided instead of a graphic designer I am going to be a tattoo artist. Nabisco *DING* <div>Alrite I'm going to bed I have school in the morning.</div>Bang Banghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-8440390153712895952009-10-13T12:19:00.002-04:002009-10-13T12:19:00.427-04:00Wanted: Jeremy Scott Spring 2010<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.highsnobette.com/news/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/adidas-obyo-ss2010-jeremy-scott-teaser-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 540px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.highsnobette.com/news/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/adidas-obyo-ss2010-jeremy-scott-teaser-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I am going to kidnap this man. This sneaker is glorious. Winter just got here :/. I would walk with my head down all the time with these sneakers on. Just so I can enjoy them with the public <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#336666;"><b>LOL</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#336666;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#336666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">via highsnobette</span></span></div>Bang Banghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-18816491069610890592009-10-13T00:26:00.004-04:002009-10-13T01:11:22.676-04:00Facebook Gangstas [Bitter]Damn I wonder why these people exist, I mean honestly, They say to fight with words but this shit is ridiculous. Now we all have our facebook gangstas. People who feel updating their status with iffy subliminal shit is waaaayyy better than actually confronting the situation instead they act like a pussy. <div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Lawd God.</span></div><div>I know, I know</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">No, You don't know. Why these parasites? Go away, your like an </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;">STD</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"> nobody wants you.</span></div><div>Damn. <i><b>BURN!</b></i> You need to calm down. </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">I'm sick of this. Go do something. In fact all of you "</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;">STDs</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">" go away. </span></div><div>Gotta inform the people. </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">I know so you can protect yourselves from these </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;">STDs</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">. </span></div><div>Look on the bright side your spreading the knowledge so people...</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Can wear life condoms and enjoy safe success everytime.</span></div><div><b>LOL.</b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Wait do we say <b>LOL </b>in our minds too?</span></div><div>IDK nigga, <b>we're</b> only <b>ONE</b> person.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ugh you know what makes it worse when people comment knowing damn well what's up and reply with LOL and dumb simple shit, like "Yea" and "You're too much". I feel like the STD is forming around my profile closing in. Thankfully I have the delete button. I would be an asshole, if I just hack in you guys shit and deleted everything. </div><div><br /></div><div>We all saw what happened with Mariah Carey and Eminem. smh x9 I mean if you guys spent so much time trying to be vague and precise enough to make a status to raise eyebrows. Imagine what you can do if you put you guys mind to something positive! Read a Philosophy book, see a therapist, make some cookies, something.... </div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-family:verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">"I tried to <i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">ignore</span></b></i> him and talk to the Lord</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-family:verdana, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Pray for him, cause some<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><b> fools</b></span> just love to perform</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">You know the type loud as a motor bike</span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-family:verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">But <b>wouldn't</b> bust a grape in a fruit fight"</span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"><object width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/etl9kkIGaHo&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/etl9kkIGaHo&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"></embed></object></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:12px;"><br /></span></span><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-family:verdana, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"></span>Once Again, STOP the madness. Please its distasteful, send me a message if ya'll feel some sort of way. Let's kick it old school, and maybe ya'll can talk. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">FACE TO FACE</span> *shrugs, flicks a booger*</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">...I'm Jus' Sayin'</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div>January 1st, just got bad LOL .....I think that's an FB status example of a<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"> bitch</span> move. <i>tee hee.</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Bang Banghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-34914191808337488882009-10-06T14:17:00.003-04:002009-10-06T14:24:55.181-04:00Kid Sister [Sweet]<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://vox2.cdn.amiestreet.com/band-picture/Kid-Sister_x3h5GOkYS98x_full.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 396px; height: 581px;" src="http://vox2.cdn.amiestreet.com/band-picture/Kid-Sister_x3h5GOkYS98x_full.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); ">Webster Hall </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">November 27th.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Kid</span></b> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330099;"><i>Sister.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CC00;">Be There.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Nails Did. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;">Done.</span></div>Bang Banghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750noreply@blogger.com4