Ballz to the Wall.
Last Saturday my friends and I participated in the 4th Annual Kick It Kickball Tourney and had a fuckin’ BLAST.
This was our third year playing and we made it all the way to the playoffs before being beaten by a team with no jerseys. Yours truly made the game winning catch, my famous “Wassup Burgers” (cuz thats wassup!) were a hit, and we tailgated like CHAMPS. I was a walking advertisement for Vita Coco coconut water and even when I skip yoga for kickball, please believe I’m still doing yoga on the field.
Congrats to my white girl for doing her very first keg stand! Congrats to Topper for crying like a lil gir bout his ribs, and congrats to Mair for being conscious for more than an hour!
P.S. I told y’all I made the game winning catch. I got HANDS.
P.P.S. Missing from our team picture is our subs, SI and Vag. Next time, get there on time. lmao. (Yeah, I got JOKES too)
I <3 Summer.
My ode to Abi’s last post. I love my girls, the sunshine, and my lil man. And if you’re ever around to hear me during one of my “concerts”, i apologize in advance for your bloody ears.
p.s. Where was I when God was giving away talent? Oh yeah, in the buffet line.
Found this and almost cried.
Jessie, wherever you are, know that you made my day..my week.. my month. HOLLA. and no, thank YOU.
p.s. this is all the gay i have in me today. more coming soon.
How I Met Your (Other) Favorite Blogger Pt. 1
According to your other favorite blogger…
I won’t lie. I knew of Sachel Man Frito even before she “befriended” me on MySpace. I remember browsing through random profiles and seeing a girl in a wedding dress (ooh I love young love!), realized that I knew the groom (so THIS was the wedding Brian was talking about), and then saw a picture of the newly married couple (awww like a Precious Moments cake topper … but brown). And then, I remembered how much of a BITCH she was when we first met and quickly x’d out her window.
Yah you heard me. First time I met Rachel, a gang of us were at a K-Ci and Jo-Jo concert. And when someone introduced us I smiled, said hello and she … just … looked at me and turned away. That’s it. FUCKING BITCH! Which is why I was surprised to see a friend request in my inbox later down the road from the bitch herself. I figured, “Why not. Now I’ll get to see more wedding pictures.” Little did I know, I’d get so much more.
So now it’s my turn to be a bitch. After perusing through her albums I still didn’t care too much for her (ugh, such a bitch). And although I was grateful that she suggested bikini websites I should visit in preparation for my trip to Puerto Rico, and admired the fact that she wasn’t shy to give out her AIM info and ask for mine, I still didn’t care. Yah she was gorg, and yah she had cute shoes – but that just about described 5 girls I already knew.
It wasn’t until we began AIMing each other that we became “acquaintances,” and it wasn’t until she sent me a brand spankin new purple vibrator that we became “friends,” and it wasn’t until I read her blog that I fell in love with her. Yes homo.
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Wanna hear my side of the story? Check it here and check back next week for Part 2!
Look Out Weekend
This Saturday is JAM PACKED! It’s gonna be a lonnng loooooong day.
Team BALLZ OUT is back for the 4th annual Kick It Kickball Tourney. We goin’ in!
And afterwards, come see ComposurE at Minna for this mont’s Shine! Boogie boogie boogie on down….
grad and birthday specials are available. for that and glist, holla atcha boy! bnvelasquez@gmail.com
Final Notice.
The Devil’s in the details. ‘CHUCH.
It’s the smallest things that make the biggest difference. The hug from your son after a long day at work. The cupcake from your best friend “just because.” The compliment a stranger gives you on your new hair. The funny face he made at you that turns out to be the best part of your Monday.
You see, as women, we notice. We notice when you call us “Sweetheart” or smile coyly at us in the mirror. We notice when you cut your hair, get a new tee, or have a new scent. We notice the way you walk into a room and how your eyes shoot straight to us upon doing so. We notice the way your voice changes when you say our name. (And we definitely notice the way our knees buckle when you do. )
We also notice when you stop saying, “I love you, too” when u get off the phone. We notice when you forget date night or fail to say anything about our new haircut. We notice when your dirty socks haven’t left the same spot on the floor for three days. THREE DAYS SEVENTEEN HOURS AND 32 MINUTES TO BE EXACT. And we notice that the only reason they made it to the hamper is because we put ‘em there.
It may seem silly or unimportant, but please believe we notice when you stop paying attention. And after ignoring all the little things that could be noticed, the only thing you actually do notice is our unwillingness to “Hook you up” last night???
N****A, PLEASE.
The Devil’s in the details. ‘CHUCH.
Dear Abi
“Cuz u know, they’re fun to hang out with and pretty and funny and alla that… but they’re still… just… u know… NOT US.” – Hayati.
If you’ve been living under a rock for the last century and don’t already know that Hayati also does a recurring post on WhatTheHellz called Dear Abi, then we shouldn’t be friends. If you do know, and you have issues, then please email her so she can smack some sense into u. You might just end up on the Hellz blog!
This week, with the help of Q and I, Abi did her very first video “Dear Abi.” And if I do say so myself, I could give the currently-crackish-Whitney Houston a run for her non-existant money.
P.S. I told you guys we’re fun. =)
P.P.S. It’s a good thing I don’t get embarassed, or I would fucking KILL YOU, abi.
So. Um… WTF?!
So, this was TOTALLY a drafted post that somehow made its way to “published” status. I have NO IDEA HOW…. and I’m trippin the fuck out on how it got published, leaving it like THIS is kinda funny to0. so whatever. i’m just leaving it. lol.
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We all do it. We secretly (or not) pick other bitches apart. She got the job we wanted? Well she’s ugly anyway. She’s dating the guy we like? She looks fobby and we BET we give better road head. She fits into the last size 2? Well whatever, the thickHER the better to gripHER. She used to bully us in highschool? Some people grow up and other people grow fat. It’s cool.
In the words of the infamous Rodney King, “Can’t we all just get along?”
No. We can’t.
Ask Me Anything?
At the urging of 3521654984654687 people, I now have a formspring.
Shoot me. Or Ask me anything. I guess.
Truth or Share.
Damn Wale. Just… DAMN.
When does hope become desperation?
A lot of women tell themselves that they don’t want a relationship or “anything serious” so much — either because they’ve been hurt, or want the luxury of complaining about how f&*#ed up men are. Believe me, the luxury of being able to complain about something that is in fact true, is a blessing to negative people. And the very people who block their blessings often end up chasing them later. The line between hope and desperation probably gets blurry after college. In my opinion (from a social aspect) people go to college and live carefree.
Affection from the opposite sex is probably the most attainable at this time. That said, commitment isn’t always a priority — so most ni&&as is expendable. But after the show is over, the grades are in, the cap and gowns have been distributed, LIFE BEGINS. And just as the get-a-job faze hits like a ton of bricks, the get-a-significant-other can come just as hard. The fear of a loveless life; the uncertainty of living without passion can be a nightmare, but often a nightmare that is self-induced from years of simply not caring. Desperation leads to settling. – Wale
With passion, a simple touch can be more satisfying then bustin a insignificant nut.
Raaachem
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