Saturday, May 30, 2009
Friday, May 29, 2009
A friendship is like a relationship. You spend time with someone and grow close to them hoping it will last. & when it doesn't how do you feel? lost, empty, down, etc. as you should. the problem with people is that they don't know what friendship means. it's more than hanging out with someone. A real friend is honest, they have your best interest at heart, they weep with you when times are hard, and they rejoice with you when times are good. It involves genuine love and trust. If people were to evaluate friendship based on those that, they would realize they have fewer friends than they thought.
people hit it off via facebook, get drunk one time, party together & give each other the label 'besties'. it's sad, really. because then we have those who actually value friendship & get played by people who could careless whether they talk or not. when did heartless become the theme song of people ages 18-25? when did it become cool to not care about anyone but yourself? get yours, look out for yourself, all that jazz...but the reason it's so hard to trust people now a days is because no one cares about anyone but themselves. no one cares about friends, they just care about being kept entertained & not being alone. I know so many cliques, they have a million and one pictures on facebook @ parties laughing and hugging, but in real life they talk about each other like nobodies business. Like they were all just like ‘you know what im rude, and so are you, so lets just be rude together” they left you passed out drunk in ur room & went to a party, but u still call them ur friend? Oh hell no.
I would say the easiest way to spot a bad friend is 1.) how often do they switch friends? 2.) WHO are their friends? If someone cant keep a friend or is always running with other people who stay in drama, that is a major red flag.
Smh ppl love to trip over a significant other they've been with for a few months but not over friendships they've had for years. You let him smash because he paid u a little attention, then he broke your heart, & a year later ur still not over him. but wait, you're the same female that couldn't care less whether or not you talk to your bestfriend you've had your whole life. it's nothing to break off that friendship, but let a man do you wrong...your devastated. when you're truly someone’s friend, you aren't just okay with them being out of your life. it's basically like they died. you don't see them, speak to them,...they're just a memory of some of the happiest times in your life, but now theyre gone
That is so not the way to go. God wants us to put others before ourselves (within reason), humble yourself and love everyone.
The easiest way I have learned to avoid all the drama, is of course to trust nobody, but also, stop putting your faith in people. They will always fail you. Always. God is the only one who will ALWAYS do you right and hold you down. Not saying to shut yourself off from the world, like I said you should love everyone, but don’t attach yourself to someone you barely even know, or better yet know is shady
Wow, Im sure a bunch of ppl at Hampton needed to hear this. Thanks for the story ! Have a similar story? send it in !! email@example.com
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
so night time comes, and one of my boys bas this older homie that was like 25 26 ish that always buys us bottles from the liquor store... and he decides to come with us to the strip club to quote on quote " show us how he get down" lol
So we all are in the car on the way to the strip club its four of us me, 2 of my homies from school, and the old head (no homo) and we are in the car getting messed up! We drinkin E&J as well as Henny str8! But I look at ol buddy that's 25 and he appears to be way more drunk than all of us!
So we get to the club which has 2 sides, a pole dancing side and a private dance side, yu have to pay admission for both sides...
So we go on the pole dancer side for like 30 mins, it was nothing I haven't seen before so I wasn't too excited but I was feeling good !! Lol
So the 25 yr old dude has a bright idea to go to the private dance side.
So we go outside and the 25 yr old leads and goed thru the private dance door, he starts to scream with this big ass bouncer that looked like Kimbo Slice lol so we try to calm him down because the bouncer gave us the look that meant "I'm bout to fuck your boy up!" So we try to calm him down but he is so drunk and not listening to us that we just walk outside and lean againt the wall outside, they were stillllll arguing smh
So the next thing you know me and my niggas just see's Mr. 25 just fly out the fuckin door and the bouncer. He had on a white button up that was now black and the same for his white fitted... it was so crazy it wasn't right but I died laughing!
The End -
Monday, May 25, 2009
Sunday, May 24, 2009
needless to say, we had sex...
but oh the plot thickens...
its not even all that that had me wanting to marry her on the spot, its what she did during the fuck session...
she gets up on my ass, goes to the bathroom &comes back with a "pearl tampon applicator". of course im lost as hell. she sticks it in, sprays the whipped cream in &informs me to lick it out...
not only did my love for her grow fonder, it made me question the level of creativity that ii put into sex &definitely made me step my game up.
&all because it was a wednesday, she wasnt even trying to get back with me. . .
so when you hear nicki minaj telling you to step yo pussy up...[listen]...cause what yo girl doesnt do, the next [or ex] girl will...*
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Size does matter. I am so tired of hearing size doesn’t matter; it is all about what you can do. That’s wrong! Size does matter. There is no sadder sight then a hard dick that’s a whole 4 inches. 4 inches can’t make me scream. 4 inches might make me wet but never an orgasm. In fact 4 inches makes sex harder for me. I have to fake moans and groans just for him to keep his manhood. I am not against small dick honestly. If you have a small dick and you know how to work your tongue, then we can be best of friends. But please don’t come to me with a small dick without any other skills. Yes words can be sweet but nothing is better than action.
With that said I can finally get to the story…
Being a virgin is a hard thing. In fact being a virgin in college is a harder thing. Luckily I am no longer a virgin. but I still remember those days. I will admit it; I was so damn excited to lose my virginity. I probably would have spread my legs to a janitor if he asked. Okay maybe not lol. Anyways it was finally the night I was going to lose it. I was nervous and excited until he pulled down his pants. My excitement was lost because this man was working with 4 inches hard! I was in disbelief. I had seen many dicks over my years and 4 inches was just oh so small. I still let him stick it in. I didn’t feel it when it went in. I asked him if he put it in and he yelled “YES BITCH, YOU WANNA RIDE”. Since I was unable to take him and his 4 inches seriously, I started giggling. Needless to say he wasn’t happy. I was on the bed as he stoked back and forth. I felt nothing. There was no pain and there was no pleasure. Finally he pulled out. I looked at him and asked if he could take me home. I never spoke to him again. 4 inches is too small for me. Size does matter!
Friday, May 22, 2009
She was a green from the jump. Want to know how we met? At my prom dinner, and no, she wasn't my date. She was a friend of the family, my cousin's friend to be specific. I knew from the first time she looked at my crouch all she wanted was some deep stroke.
And about two weeks and two dates later, that's what she got. It was an awkward event though. Tasty told me her mom and dad worked all day on tuesdays so I could come through whenever and stay til whenever! Before 8 o'clock of course. So I showed up at about one. Considerin I had work @ 5 I figured that would give me just enough time to bang it out for 3 hours and an hour of leeway to get to work.
Pulled into the driveway and called her cell to let her know I was outside, tasty told me to come around back. Walked up to her backyard patio and smelt cigarette smoke. Now I was not a fan of tobacco, but she mad cigarette smoking look like the best blow job on earth. And she went to catholic school, have you seen a catholic uniform before you're about to sex? Hopefully not if you're over 18. I was 17 so I was good LoL. So we go inside to the basement living room and sat on the couch, watched some Maury, and then I told her I couldn't take it anymore, it was time to get down. So she gets on top of me, and I reach under her skirt to grab some loving and OMFG!!! No panties. I melted in the chair then and there. Catholic uniform and no panties? The couch disappeared and I was looking up to the ceiling from her floor, with chest in hand. Then, an air matress appeared. This was any 17 year old's dream: my very own pornset complete with bad lighting and clear high heels on the girl. So we go and go and go until she says "baby I can't do it anymore, I came like 4 times". Oh yeah, superman cape on my back. I just happened to look @ the clock which said 4:45.
Soooo remember that job?
I didn't lose it for being late but I did catch reckless driving en route for doing 95 in a 50.
What I learned?
Sex with bad girl in catholic school girl outfit + afternoon shift = another driver's ed class
Thursday, May 21, 2009
So now that you have the detailed story hear this she goes outside my apt "drunk" crying to everyone that I am mad! Stop Please! then text me I am nothing but nice in my response that I just don't want to talk because I would never do that to her so I expect the same treatment the next morning i receive more texts and this time the tone is rude and almost like she is trying to play me! So i stop responding... I have been back home now and recently a friend called telling me she is claiming she was drunk and does not even remember... HA! Please! Lets be grown and start taking responsibility you know because you text me and know wont talk to the guy.... YOU were wrong and you are not Jaimie Foxx so stop blaming it on the alcohol!
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
this entry, while funny does have a lesson. l0l
So, three weeks since we last hooked up.
I didn't really want to talk to her anymore. What had started as a friendship sparked by a shared love for fashion had turned into lustful barter for sex between two young people. But, the enjoyment was more than absent for me at this point.
It had gotten so bad that when I saw her name on my screen for a call or text, I knew there was only one thing she wanted, scrotum. So, after getting hip to her whoreness, I decided I'd have a little fun. Non-head giving was one of my fortes in this poke'n'stroke relationship. I refused to put my tongue anywhere near the cooch of a girl that swallowed my future children with the snap of my finger, let alone the fact that I never intended to make her my girlfriend. But one day, something in me said, "[My name goes here] go ahead and do it, have a little fun".
I told her to come over. She came in. We spoke and drank some lemonade. I was on facebook, and then she went up stairs. It's game time. I waited a minute before I went upstairs because I honestly didn't feel like having sex at the moment. I had a test the next day. But, who cared. So I went upstairs with the intent to eat box like I had never eaten before. Like, I wanted cardboard on my mustache. We kissed. I "hand prepared her filet mingon" (listening to Wayne as I write this". And then, I decided to go in for the munch. I said, "Take you panties off". She did. I rubbed my hands, bit my tongue, and then....
I walked out the room, put my shoes on, and left.
I didn't just walk outside to get something though. I went to get something to eat. Hit the grocery store, and I stopped by the ice cream shop. Needless to say, she was gone when I got back.
Wouldn't trade it for the world though. That was comedy.
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