“Life is grand — no, its GIANT.” – Abi
I remember exactly where I was in 1989 when the Bay Bridge Series was interrupted by The Earthquake. I remember exactly where I was in 2002 when we blew a 5 run lead. And I will always remember where I was when my SF Giants won the World Series.
I spent last night glued to a seat at 330 Ritch Street, 2 blocks away from 3rd and King aka AT&T Park. With KNBR in my ear (HATE FOX commentators) we knew what was happening 15 seconds ahead of the live video feed that was streaming over the 12 big screens on the walls. Upon raping the open bar, spilling 4 beers, and eating 3 orders of fried chicken, we watched Brian Wilson record the final out of the season.
I heard my entire city scream.
After spilling out into the street, hi-fiving every stranger within an arm’s reach, getting showered with champagne, crying my eyeliner off and losing my voice in the process… it still feels like a dream. And I can’t wait to do it all again tomorrow for the parade. =)
Lets go GIANTS! *clap clap clapclapclap*
if its one thing i hate, its the throes of insecurity. it happens all the gadamn time but u can’t help who u love right? u can’t help ur feelings? all true statments but you CAN help your actions. you think saying “hi” = “lets have sex” but that doesnt mean your crazy ass should go and de-friend every dude she’s ever met in her life does it?
“But i dont trust that dude. but i seen her look at him for 0.05 seconds too long. but she always answers my call. but his joke wasnt funny and she laughed anyway. but she offered him a drink. but she left him 3 comments in a row on FB” but but but BUT BUT. Bad men excuse their faults. Good men abandon them.
And while that quote is only geared towards those able to pee standing up, it goes both ways.. aint nothin like a crazy bitch to ruin shit for everryyoonneeee.
the following is excerpted from Hayati cuz she always tells the truth. and i have nothing left to say. so here u go.
Insecurity might as well double as shrooms, because I swear it makes u start hallucinatin. It’ll have u swearin u just saw ur man sittin shotty on the freeway with some breezy driving and just when u get home to yalls spot ready to burn all his clothes in the tub u find him snoring on the couch with drool on his pillow. It’ll have u blowin up ur girls cell phone 37 times in 10 mins because she didn’t answer ur phone this ONE time. And of alllll the possible reasons why i.e. she’s sleeping, she doesn’t have reception, she’s driving and doesn’t want to die, she didn’t hear her phone, her battery died – of course she didn’t answer because she’s secretly fucking ur best friend. Afterall, that’s y she passed the bread to him first at dinner last night right?
Might sound crazy, but it’s unfortunately not too far-fetched for some. You see, it’s one thing to get cheated on or have an actual valid reason to be checkin ur girls call log or lookin thru ur mans pockets when he gets home after the club. But one of the worse things u can do to ruin a perfectly good thing is let ur insecurity fuck up what could’ve been a beautiful relationship, especially when the problem lies within urself and not ur partner. And y on Earth would u get in the way of ur own happiness? That’s never a good look and more unflattering than anything Christian Audigier’s ever made. Well, except for this.
read the rest of it here. and if u aren’t following her already, DO SO.
– GLEE. idk if y’all know this, but i wish my life were a musical. i wish all my friends busted out into song and dance when we’re all together, i wish people would sing me their greetings… this is MY SHOOOWWWWWW. i fucking love it.
– Namu. came here for Hayati’s bday dinner and i cannot stop dreaming about this place. read the reviews. i’d like to go back for the burger, the duplings, and the tacos please. kim chee fried rice? u aint gotta tell me twice.
– LOS ANGELES. (awna, shoot me now) i never thought i’d say this.. ever. but as of late, LA is bringing me a lot of life goodness such as:
1. tiana. my new “where have you been all my life” friend. i like, love her. yes homo.
2. Santee Alley. i have my eye on you! i can’t believe all the goodness that miss Kimberly Tia scored!
3. and it will be the backdrop to my “New Moon” Weekend. Lawn, Abi, and I have just purchased our tickets to watch the midnight showing of New Moon in the city of angels. fuck what u heard, we’re Twi till we die…
4. Kogi Truck. i dont think i need to say anymore.
– this ring.
my current struggle with LIFE got me in a blogging rut, so ima hit u all with a lil something written by my Hayati, Abi. one of my closest girlfriends and about thee only bitch i know thats always on the same wavelength as i am. seriously, we share the same brain or something.. i promise i’ll be back after these messages………..
I ain’t even gonna front. I can be as shallow as a kiddie pool at times. U ain’t gotta lie to kick it – looks DO matter. And anyone who begs to differ is either ugly or sellin u some VIP ass wolf tickets.
Fellas, when u see a female sittin at the bar, what possesses u to come outta pocket and buy her a chilled shot of Goose? (Asides from the perv in u hoping she gets tipsy enough to rub her ass all over ur crotch?). And ladies, why’d u just give ur number out to a complete stranger in the middle of the Prive dancefloor knowin damn well u ain’t never gonna see him again? Whatever the reason is, I got 5 on it that it wasn’t ‘cuz of their “beautiful inner personality” shining thru his buff ass arms or creepin through her cleavage. People DON’T PLAY.
Whatever ur preference or definition of “beauty” is: looks still matter. However, they will only get u so far (At least with me anyway). A person’s physical appearance is what initially attracts me to them, but it definitely isn’t what makes me stay.
While a certain “je ne sais quoi” can contribute to one’s appeal, their personality, or rather lack there of, can take away from it as well.
I may notice an “ok” looking dude sit next to me in english lit. but never think anything of him until I look over in the middle of class and notice him sketching out an ill ass portrait of Angelina Jolie. And if there’s ONE characteristic that makes me and my girls’ heart melt and panties drop – it’s humor. It ain’t everything, but it really does go a looong way. If a man is constantly putting a smile on my face I’ll probably be too busy laughing to notice he’s not as tall as I usually like ’em or has slightly crooked teeth (aye I said SLIGHTLY only lol).