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Saturday, 19 September 2009

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    By Brand New
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    The time has come to talk of many things: Of shoes and ships and sealing wax, of cabbages and kings.

    Hello Xanga, I have to admit it's been a while.
    It's nearing 4 am and alas, I cannot sleep. There are a few things on my mind and Captain Planet comes on soon. I'm just throwing some sleepless thoughts out here.

    Living fast and dying young are hardly the words to describe my generation. One of my old co-workers is getting married in a few hours. It's hard to believe that the majority of my friends are in committed relationships, getting married, or are well on their way to starting families. Things happen so fast these days, it would be completely dishonest to say that the love bug bites those younger and younger couples these days.

    What ever happened to the chase?
    To the courting?
    Do people really just meet each other in everyday mundane events and just completely fall for each other?

    I am still at the ripe age of nineteen years old, nearly two decades of life under my belt. And yet, I just can't help to feel a little hint of envy when I see my pregnant friends glowing. Or going to weddings wondering when it's going to be MY TURN.
    I must admit that it's an absurd thought, but a girl can dream right?
    It's kind of bad ass to think of myself as the one that got away, but it's really a slap to the face when I'm the one that got away but to find no one.

    What happened to standards? What is the difference between being picky or having standards? Why is it so wrong to seek something meaningful without having to have sex with someone?

    I'm am a wee opinionated, let's be honest here Xanga.
    And I'm not willing to compromise what I'm looking for in a mate. If that makes me a bitch, so be it. If I don't find what I'm looking for, great at least I'll have 40 cats and whiskey to keep me warm at night.
    Living in a smaller town has taught me the fine line between compromise and settling. I've promised myself that I will not, what so ever, put up with the bullshit I see my 'engaged' 'committed' friends going through. Putting out can only get you so far.

    I WILL NOT BE TRAPPED IN MIDLAND, TEXAS FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE.

    QOTD:
    What is asking too much out of a relationship?



Tuesday, 07 July 2009

Monday, 06 July 2009

  • Southern Comfort; Fuck y'all I'm from Texas.

    First off;
    I would love to say thank you guys for all the recs, comments, messages, and friend requests. I'm officially excited to be here now.

    I was scared about starting blogging, it seemed like a tight knit community, not going to lie. Honestly, I didn't want to feel like the 'colored neighbor' in predominantly white neighbor hood, so save your burning E_CROSSES for someone else. No, but now I'm really excited and super pumped, and pretty sure I have a 'girl boner'. Again, thank you guys &I'll try at being better about answering back messages, reading your guys' blogs and comments!
    I think I'm going to barter a hj for each rec., we'll play that by ear.

    And to the people already trying to talk shit that my FIRST blog got featured, shut your mouth before I fuck it.
    I'm going to put my thoughts on here, they're going to involve penis envy, crude sexual humor, and maybe a few 9-11 jokes. Don't try to talk shit to me on xanga, you're an 8 year old girl who's bored of neopets or a 59 year old man who's tabbing between my xanga and child porn. I'm nice, don't make yourself look like an E_ASSHOLE.

    -But seriously, thank you guys.
    ---

    I'm going to be honest here and say that I genuinely loathe trashy people of any nature, no matter what color, race, religion, or sex.
    Being in Houston I really got to see some tragic casses of straight up trash.
    If you go anywhere in public in house shoes or pajamas, I cringe.
    If you wear shorts short than your stretch marks, I try to turn the other cheek.
    When you talk like a grammar book exploded in your god damn gap toothed mouth, I'm mental counting to ten.

    I love Texas as much as non-religious, pro gay rights, chubby, realist can, but Texas can we class up a bit? Please?



Tuesday, 30 June 2009

  • I wonder what it would be like to have a penis.

    It would certainly make urinating out doors easier.

    I'm not sure about anyone else, but I tend to have thoughts like these.
    Is it a girl thing? I'm not sure, but I've put a great deal of thought into it the past few days.
    Today I was trying on pants and wondering how I'd look with a bludge.

    Personally, I think that I would be a charming man, in a awkward only-date-15-year-olds kind of way.
    I'd still be bad at sports scared of bugs, but a dick-toting man none the less.
    I'd go camping and fix stuff while drinking a beer. Muscles, maybe?
    -But damn it I'd be a man.


    EDIT:
    If I eat enough beef jerky can I grow a penis?