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No Comments / Feb 08.10 / Fashion, Style Inspiration / by admin

Feel Good Sunday

Instead of making yourself feel good this Sunday, make others feel good, huh?

Tell them that you miss them. And mean it. Gather up all that emotion inside of you & just say: Hey, fucker, I miss you.

Kiss your lover until it hurts.

Take a moment our of your day and tell someone you love that they are absolutely beautiful.

Spend some time with your siblings – no matter how irritating you find them to be.

Tell someone that you are sorry, especially if you have done something to have hurt them.

Take a stack of post-its, write inspirational sayings on them, and stick them wherever you go.

Take a stack of index cards, write loving, meaningful sayings on them, and stick them in-between pages of books at your local bookstore.

Buy some thank you cards & hand them out to people who have made you smile.

Help your neighbor shovel his driveway, even if he did steal your lawn mower.

I cannot stress the magnificence that is volunteering. Do some good. Donate the clothing you don’t use, throw a quarter in a tin can, help out at the soup kitchen, collect canned goods for your local food drive.

Give someone a free pass to piss you off. Just one. Anything after that – I give you full permission to kick their ass.

Dance with people. Drink with people. Laugh with people. There are no moments like the ones you are in now.

xoxo.

1 Comment / Feb 07.10 / Feel Good Sundays / by admin

Home Sweet Home

There was something amiss in the air as she took a few steps forward to greet him. There was an absence of genuine delight in his eyes; something he often displayed quite emotionally whenever she was around. She licked her lips – an inane habit she picked up in Nebraska after having absolutely nothing to say – and placed her hand in his awaiting palm. Maybe it was the freezing temperature of his skin, or the shaky breath he drew when he pulled her in for an embrace, but, by God, she knew it was something serious when she felt his heart pulsing ever-so-erratically on her chest.

“Have you missed me?” she said softly, following her question with sheepish laugh; an obvious sign at her discomfort.

He swallowed and said, “How could I not?”

Oh, to hear those words, she thought. Her arms tightened around him, her uniform shifting in a way that made it difficult, and she whispered, “I’ve missed you.”

She a took a step back and observed his face, expecting a sense of security, but was discontent to find that there was none. He seemed so different – so alien. It was the distance, she concluded. It was the distance.

They walked, side by side, to his truck at the end of the lot, surrounded by the officers who were passionately kissing, hugging, and crying at the idea of landing on American soil.

Her hands itched to touch him again, and she sneaked a glance, playing coy, and her smile dropped when she realized he had not been looking at her. “How’s Lawrence?” she teased, thinking of the rotund Pug she had left at home.

“Still eating,” he answered distantly, though a semblance of a smile appeared on his face.

She laughed. “I figured.”

They entered the car in a swift hurry and when he placed his hand on the wheel, she covered it with hers. “What’s the matter?” she finally asked, attempting to keep the conversation as light as possible.

He paused for a devastating moment; a moment that proved to be one of the longest in her life. “Let’s just get on home, huh?” he managed to say.

The engine started, the car backed out, and she gazed steadily out the window. She had expected this.

1 Comment / Feb 05.10 / Fiction / by admin

Blackberry Pictures

These are some photos from my blackberry, that are probably already on my Twitta.

Why do I always have a case of wonky eye?

Porn Star G – The Straddler.

Little Monztr loves her Papi Wine.

The morning after our night of fuckery. Aren’t Iggy & I so attractive? Look at them eye bags and vacant expressions.

xoxo.

No Comments / Feb 05.10 / The Best Friends, The Woes of an Egotist / by admin

I am fond of …

Rings - if I could wear a ring on each of my fingers, I would … except, I feel like I wouldn’t be able to do much with my hands. Just stiff it out and have them look pretty for a while.
Boobs. I don’t know what it is but I am absolutely fascinated with breasts. I tend to touch my chest constantly – out of habit – and I think the reason for that is because I think boobs are just so touchable. What’s the point of having tits if people can’t caress them occasionally? I’m a boob-grabber. I’m always out to pinch, smack, and punch the boobs of my friends. What’s funny is that while boobs are really awesome, vaginas are just terrifying. And the universe needs to do something about them. Throw some pink flowery shit in there or at least make them more visually entertaining. A dancing clitoris and swirling labia? Pretty cool.

Organic chocolate soy milk. It tastes just like fucking milk. No bullshit. I’ve been sipping that shit all week. I orgasm when my mom comes home, that little carton in a plastic bag, and I swear, I’m the only one that drinks it.
The smell of fresh laundry. I love sleeping in sheets that just came out of the dryer. Warm, pleasing, and so damn soft. Roll around and bask in the glory.

Leggings. Yep, I’m that girl. The one that never wears jeans and is constantly looking like she stumbled out of the woodwork. The chick with the weird, matted hair, sheer leopard tunic, black leggings, and pastel pink oxfords. (I actually own this outfit. I’ve worn it a few times.) Mind you, I never wear leggings with tops higher than the waist band. I’m against camel toes and the like. Girls, please cover up your vaginas! Like I said, they are horrifying!

Sweets. Cookies, cupcakes, icing, honey. Pixie Sticks! Twizzlers!
Vicks. Oh, that vapor rub. I stick that shit up my nose, on my chest, on my back. It’s my crack. I affectionately call it my “asthma inhaler”.
Papi. It’s a Chilean wine. And it’s also my Mister. I tried searching for a link, but alas, found none. Shit’s exclusive.

xoxo.

No Comments / Feb 01.10 / The Woes of an Egotist / by admin