“Dress shabbily and they notice the dress, dress impeccably and they notice the woman.” – Coco
gold, mesh/lace-esque garments and shiny things.
you mean tails are cool again? damnit!
just cause i want em.
the color on these booties are fiyaaa! must. find. me. a. pair!
lets hear it for the boys!
and my fav.
So my buddy Jay went to a Clipper game last week and snapped these photos of one of the Clipper girls saying she looked like me! Hmmm? i don’t know! The boyfriend says she got a pancake booty, so no similarities there. Well played, sir, well played! hehe.
Never knew how i’d look like in a cheerleading fit. Cause simply, that was never my bag. But maybe if you squint your eyes and tilt your head sideways. It may be a possibility! Thanks Jay for thinking of me, buddy!
you found out, i’ve got a crush on youu!
“The only people you need in your life are the ones that prove that they need you in theirs, too.”
So as I do every other day and what not, perusing through the monotonous crap that some people post on the blogisphere, there’s always one that jumps out and takes my heart on a ride. I stumbled upon this little lady who perfectly coined herself “I’m like a pair of Christian Louboutins and fresh-out-the-box Js all in one.” and dare I say, i could never come up with fresh shit like that ever in my lifetime. To tell ya the truth, i’m a tad envious of chicks who can write ’cause lordy knows i can’t.
So when she crafted this post, i was compelled to share it with everyone i know. ‘Cause right now [right now, RIGHT NOW!] is exactly what i’m dealing with at this point in time.
“I never had insecurity issues … until the day I got my heart broken. After that, whenever a relationship turned sour I automatically assumed it was my fault. Because I wasn’t smart enough. I wasn’t pretty enough. I didn’t give head enough. I wasn’t talented enough. I wasn’t rich enough. I wasn’t athletic enough. I wasn’t good enough. I JUST WASN’T ENOUGH.
However, I never saw just how ugly insecurity was until I was on the other end of it. What it comes down to is trust. I don’t tolerate insecurity and all the false accusations and ludacris assumptions that come with it because I want to wear the pants in the relationship and have the freedom to wild the fuck out. I don’t tolerate it because I deserve TRUST. Without trust, well u don’t have much.
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…
Chuuuurch, girlfriend! Kudos to you and all you do.