You pour your drink into somebody else's, You "accidently spill" your drink on the floor...
And it all comes back to you.
That whole pay it forward applies to drinking (only these are bad bad deeds).
I pour my drink into Thanh's, she gets smashed and throws up $40 breakfast the next morning. I'm thinking "Whew, glad I'm not the one throwing up!" (Although, I felt much guilt!!!! Really, I did.) I thought to myself, "Thanh's a team player and I dodged a bullet!" Or did I?
Months later, I'm thinking Thanh and Thao are so awesome for drinking with me, while we're shooting back Vodka and Soho, only thing is, they're shooting back some cold, refreshing, pure Water. (So dirty!)
The next morning, I'm throwing up a Banana. I got owned...as did Thanh months before.
So, when does this cycle end? WHEN THAO THROWS UP! (hahaha, not even kidding)
i wish xanga had popularity still. makes more sense for content than an insecure-picture whore-profile photo of some self absorbed creep with comments. ...ah well.
here's to layers of clothes and snow this weekend. i'm gonna die. rockies, i've been here! patriots, sucks to go undefeated and lose in the superbowl! what up eli!
for feb 6, ash wednesday... i need to become a better christian and learn to wash my mouth out again with stinging listerine and stop talking so vulgarly.
40 days of giving up... fried foods/procrastinating/cursing
the first two i do a lot, especially the second one. Well, Michael says I put too many things off until the last minute. He's got me on this whole trip about not procrastinating and using my time wisely and effectively and all those good things your significant other helps you to achieve. That means, this year, no sleep (that whole sleep when you're dead is in full effect). The result of no sleep isn't crankiness, it's ruling the world (as I will demonstrate this year) I, on the other hand, am on this whole trip about his road rage. I'm talking about, straight cursing, taking off his sunglasses, glaring at the person. Ridiculous, but so hood.
*Most of the content on this entry were jacked from Michael Zubia (Zoobz) with simple revisions. (P.S. Minus 7 degrees in the mountains right now, good luck tomorrow, muhahahaha)
[Real Recognize Real] Four years in college and no diploma.I don’t know if that’s becoming the norm, but I sure as hell didn’t expect to be in this position of 4 plus.I guess I didn’t expect a lot of things.I didn’t expect not to be in Texas, but here I am.Honestly though, this is what I had to do.I regret the decisions I’ve made my first 3 years of college but I do not regret meeting the people I’ve met.I didn’t prioritize and I acted carelessly for a long time.I would like to call that the “Learning Phase”.As much as I try to move on from those years of disappointment, I can’t help but think what my life would be now if I made the right choices.Serious though, how can society expect an 18 year old kid, to make the most important decision of their lives based on their hobbies and interests in high school.At 18 I had no idea what I wanted to be, realistically.I wanted to be a WNBA player, but then I thought about all the lesbians that would push up on me in the locker room and I decided to leave my hoop dreams behind.My first 2 years of college were a bunch of forced decisions and bad ones, at that.My 3rd year of college was a cop out and a reason to stay in Texas longer.Now, I’m finally pursuing what was planned for me all along, but still, I want more.I want to be pursuing all of this in Texas.This is what I get though.This is my punishment…or maybe my reward. This is final stretch and being focused is key. Get your shit done and move on to the corporate world full of opportunities, money, and smiley faces.Get your shit done and be where you want to be.I don’t have plans of being a Cinderella story but I have plans of being somebody to watch and somebody to be inspired by.I look to people who own their own business and I look to myself and realize I haven’t done anything…yet.But, believe this, I’m here motherfukkas to reign supreme in the hearts of non-believers. liveLIFE.
R-O-C, _trinaB.
P.S. I would like to clarify one thing-- it's a swim suit, playas! NOT panties, NOT boy shorts, NOT a band aid on my ass! Thank You =) & Adina Howard- T-Shirt & Panties, bump that shiiii!
