I'm sending this to you. Relationships can be scary, and they can give people power over your life; I don't give up power easily. If anyone has earned it, it's you & I owe it to you to tell you...I love you.
Ps: I stole this from an episode of Community. This isn't to anyone in particular
-What happened? Something must've happened?
-It's not you, it's me.
-You're giving ME the, "it's not you, it's me", routine?
I invented "it's not you it's me"!
No one tells me "it's them, not me" if it's anybody, it's me!
-ALRIGHT, George, it's you.
-You're damn right it's me.
-Look I was just trying t-
-I know what you were trying to do, nobody does it better than me.
-I'm sure you do it very well
-Ye-yes, well unfortunately you'll never get the chance to find out.
I just love that skit lol but it does apply here. I woke up this morning to a phone call from my ex asking me about relationship advice. I don't understand why ppl ask me about relationships when clearly, I'm horrible at them. My girl-friends are smart. They only question me about birth control or places to eat, you know, shit I know about! Every "guy" friend comes to me for advice, including exes bec, "you're 3 steps away from being a guy. You go to the strip club, you touch ass, go home and have sex! It just happens to be with a guy. You have all the girly parts w/ the mind of a guy". I guess...
...yeah I'm going through it. I got so desperate at one point that I text'd an ex to put him on standby. I don't know why I did that dumb shit because he's been texting me everyday. When I say everyday, I mean EVERYDAY. "Yo, what's up with today? You coming over today?". No, I'm not, I just really used you as back-up, but I don't even want to fuck you.
The ex I'm talking about ain't shit. I mean- never had a job, barely graduated high school, smokes weed, no ambition, type nigga. As much as I want to have sex, I don't. Ugh, I don't know what I want.
Most days of the year are unremarkable. They begin, and they end, with no lasting memories made in between. Most days have no impact on the course of a life. September 3rd was a Thursday.
Whenever I get started about this movie I could go on for days...
"Grew up believing that (s)he'd never truely be happy until the day (s)he met his...soul mate."
I'm a supa, dupa romantic, and when I saw this video, I busted out crying. I couldn't get through the first 30 seconds. I LOVE '500 Days of Summer' which is where the concept from the video stems from. I never liked Zooey Deschanel before the movie...I hated that bitch after ward. I actually know the line that made me angry;
The title has absolutely nothing to do with the blog post but I happen to be be watching Family Guy lol. I don't know why I've been putting off writing this post, but I've been avoiding writing this. It's nothing major, I just, I just don't knowwwww! :-\
I hovered hesitantly
Nervous of what was to come
I had tried previously
But
This time was right
This time I was determined.
I braced myself,
adjusting all the while...
I awoke happy
Smiling at what had occurred,
And so did he...
I remember writing this one...that was a cool weekend.
There are two doors, one to heaven and one to hell, with identical guards in front of each door. The guard in front of heaven always tells the truth and the one to hell always lies. You haave one question to ask one of the guards.
So for like 5 years I would occasionally write witty shit or poems in this 5 subject notebook when I was bored. I actually thought I lost it during the move from Grand Rapids back to Detroit but while looking through my "school tub" for my thesis notes, I found the notebook. I was flipping through the book and I realized this shit is too stupid to keep to myself so I'll share them with you. Some are pretty fucking funny actually.
Dated: March 17th 2007:
"3 monkeys sat in a banana tree with erections- they died happy."
Beside the quote there's a monkey sitting on a banana with an erection...I don't even remember doing this shit.
I was talking to my Boo Ashley sometime last week and I happened to be talking about Troy. Troy is this fantabulous guy that I met in Denver. When I say amazing, I mean...A-MAY-ZING. I wanted for nothing; companionship- we cuddled. Food; he cooked it. Drinks; he bought it. Just a great, great guy and if I were moving there permanently, he would be the person I would marry; no doubt about it.
Anyway, back to the main reason I was telling the story. So I was talking to Ashley about how he wouldn't let me get into his pants because "he has morals and scruples" to which Ashley replied, "hahaha omg so basically u are saying u don't? lol". When I think about it again, the same thing I said then, still applies now, "In the grand scheme of things...no".
I'm over the "baby" situation. It happened, its coming, and is over. It's the constant flooding of past moments, future possibilities & unanswered questions that kill me... It gets me everytime.
I wonder which one of us is better in bed, I need to know so I can improve lol (I'm such an overachiever)
