comatose.

Me.
I'm comatose.
-lacking energy.
That's me. I'm honestly on the verge of doing something destructive. To what?, I don't know.
I feel the urge to run down the street with a horn of some sort screaming vulgarity.
But why?
Where the f*ck is that gonna leave me besides passed out somewhere out of breath from running.
I am grateful.
I been through too much to NOT appreciate where I am now.
I'm at an all time high AND low at the same time.
Sounds weird, but it's possible.
Honestly, I really do want to get into details, but it wouldn't be right doing so.
So on that note people, I'm signing off of blogger/myspace/facebook for a little bit.
No more hanging out/drinking. It's about time I calm my a*s down a bit and just figure out what the f*ck is going on?
I mean maybe occasionally I'll comment a page or something, but as for postings, I'm laying low for a bit.
THANKS FOR STOPPING BY!

vroom!

Hey jerks. Car for sale. Due to my loathing of repitition... please click the following:

http://newyork.craigslist.org/wch/car/770990986.html

sempiternal.

Of never ending duration; having beginning but no end; everlasting; endless.

...like bullsh*t. I will now use this word frequently. On the blog & in real life. Your ignorance is sempiternal... yeah.

be kanye.

Interested in becoming a groupie? 1.877.beKanye or http://www.bekanyenow.com/ . I wonder how much money was wasted in the process of creating this? This is coming from Mr. Bushdoesntlikeblackpeople ? Have you anything better to spend your money/time on? LOL! I'm kidding, it's actually an advertisement for Absolut Vodka... I think.. right? But why the "Be Kanye Tablets" You lost me there. That's the wasteful part. Anyway, I called the number, it's actually a funny.. well.. just a little bit. It gave me the recipe to some cocktail that I'm not interested in... but hey... enjoy.

sleep?

Is there a specific reason why I'm up at 1 something AM, knowing good & well I have to wake up in about 5 hours. So now I'm laying here on this blow-up mattress, typing away from the Sh*tberry, listening to "All I Need" by Xscape. This is my all-time favorite song from Traces of My Lipstick. I'm trying not to let my mind wander too much, but how can I not. I'm addicted to slow jams, my room is dark, it's raining, and... Well...C'MON, we're all adults here. Right?
LOL well have no fear, I promised not to type any pornographic blogs, also, "Independent" is now playing, so my whole vibe just changed. The base on this song is crazy. I wonder where the hell I'll be in five years from now. Like what the hell is my purpose. Though I'm still relatively young, I'd appreciate a clue of some sort. Sh*t."She got her own money, she don't need no help man...boosie".
Why are people so damn confusing? I have some kinda nerve typing that. (Gimme whatcha got -Chris Brown) Yes I'm typing the songs as they change. But back to the subject at hand. Why are people so damn confusing? Yes, I believe I can be considered... Complicated. But not confusing. I have methods behind my madness, but that rule obviously doesn't apply to all. Especially MEN! YEAH I SAID IT! MEN! You're idiots. All of you. I have yet to meet a man that wasn't an idiot. I still love you guys, but let's face it your a*sholes. My gma (Beautiful Nightmare- Beyonce) always said to me "Stupid boys grow to be stupid men" (y) <--those who have blackberry's should know what that symbolizes. Gma, you ain't neva lie! Hence the reason why, if God ever blesses me with a child, and it so happens to be a boy, my foot will remain in his neck/ass at all times! LOL, but I'm not kidding. Well morons, I think I'm actually getting tired, of typing that is. I guess I'll watch Frasier until he watches me. Signing off-Gnight :).

sigh.

I have a damn cold in the middle of July. First I'd like to blame the weather. Humidity & I don't get along. Styling hair takes dedication. I don't appreciate having my hair sticking to my forehead moments after exiting my residence. That sucks. Next I'd like to blame my AC. Why does it feel so damn good? Unfortunately I leave mine on all night. Though I sleep with a cover, I often find myself walking up at 3AM 2 seconds off of freezing to death to shut the damn thing off. THEN waking up at about 5 to cut it back on. MAN! Next, I'd like to blame you, because your stupid. Thank you.

I haven't really brambled in a while and I just have the urge to type, but I really don't have anything to say. I took a few pix, but honestly I don't feel like uploading them right now. I actually feel a little restless after surfing MYSPACE all day.

This site grants you front row seats to what I think about sh*t, but if you want to actually know a little more about me.... here... www.myspace.com/americasfavoritediva . I know, I know, I said I wanted to keep the identity to a minimum, but who cares... not like I have my social posted. Anyway, your gonna like my page, because I said so.

I'm tired/hungry/ & ____________ . HELP! I can only breathe out of one f*ckin' nostril. DAMNIT! LOL! You wanna hear something ignorant? You know how on MYSPACE they have those stupid surveys that we all have answered at least FIVE times? One question was, "What country would you love to visit?" Me? I choose Italy. For many reasons. But I've seen responses such as: Africa, Las Vegas, and Miami. ::looks for reality stick::

malinger.

To fein or exaggerate illness or inability in order to avoid duty or work.
HOLY SH*T... I had no idea that there was a word for this! This is great.

aww.

i wish cotton was a monkey.

Sometimes I get excited to tell stories/share things. For some strange reason if the news is good, my eyes tear up. I can't help it. 8:40 AM I'm here at my desk crying like a 'lil b-i-itch. My father has about 190283012830281 episodes of the original little rascals that I watched growing up. Something told me to YouTube my favorite scene, and BOOM! So I'd thought I'd share... :37-:51! OMG! Classic.

Ps. Y the black one gotta wish for a watermelon?

latarian.

I luv him. We all have seen his famous debut and sophmore appearance in Walmart. But T.Wockee found this!

LMAO! THIS IS WHY HE IS MY FUTURE BABY DADDY!

LMFAO @ his "Daddy":

troglodyte.

One who is regarded as reclusive, reactionary, out of date, or brutish.

IE: People with flip phones. Why do they still exist? If your phone doesn't have a touch/slide/swivel/projecting/ejecting/protruding screen (UNLESS YOU HAVE A B*BERRY), YOU my friend are a troglodyte.

crapazoids!

So... I had a very... angry status message on my Sh*tberry messanger
" Is anybody selling a gun? I live in MV, SUM1 knows sum1 who is selling a gun. Take a bow or take a cot damn BULLET, idiot! ..bad as my heartbeat, bad as the food I eat, bad as the air I breathe.."
Yeah I know it's pretty random, but the Jazmine Sullivan quote was already up there, but the beggining part was brief rage... anywho I'm losing focus. I got a message from a buddy of mine. It was actually a response to my status. Please observe.

Undisclosed respondant (and I quote):

Which one?

LOL! that made my day!

okwtf!

After posting the previous blog about dreams and demonicness (yea and?)... I sign on MYSPACE and this is the FRIGGIN advertisement on the top of my screen. I might be exaggerating ... but this just FREAKED ME THE EFF OUT!

vida.

Damn I'm feenin' for a sandwich from Subway. Slori? Can you help me on this one?

I just sent two of my friends an email...
" so im walking to work and i keep hearing "CLANK CLANK" so i just ignored it thinkin maybe its my earrings or bracelets or sumthin.. when i got here and put my bag down i heard ... CLINK CLANK... CHING.. im like wtf... i open my bag... there is a bottle of bacardi melon in it..im so ashamed. "

WTF!? WHO does that? WHO? Due to the simple fact I almost had a panic attack yesterday when I thought I lost my keys, I told myself I will just make use of the front pocket in my purse. But Ladies & Gentlemen... had I NOT been woken out of my sleep at 3 in the morning, I wouldn't have deemed it necessary to grab the bottle for the freak show festivities. Yes, I have hoodrat friends.

I was minding my own business ... sleeping (REMIND ME TO GET BACK TO THAT)... and my phone rings... it's Swollen. I knew it had to be serious, because we're text-a-holics. The convo basically entailed that T.Wockee had gotten into an altercation with Helmet Harry... I jump up outta my sleep.. stuck on DAMN STUPID... thinking WTF!?! WHO would fight T.Wockee? like ...WHAT?! now I'm trying to grab anything to put on, but my better judgement is telling me to AT LEAST attempt to match... thank goodness I did! After hanging up the phone, I received another phone call... not completely contradicting Swollen, but it did contradict for the most part. You see, Helmet Harry was indeed fighting, just not with T.Wockee... :o... these MOFOS woke me up for NUTHIN?!... NUTHIN?! ::mysterious from da band voice::... So I get another call from Swollen. After me calling her all types of liars.. she goes on to say that the two original dudes are about to go at it again. So.. naturally.. my ass falls for it and goes downstairs. Knowing that my friends are already drunk, I start downing my bottle... just to find out that their isn't going to be a second fight.. & that they were going to a bar and knew that the fight would get my dumbass out the house!

I'm an idiot... I don't know WHY I didn't see that coming. The rest of the story I honestly CAN'T explain. I need a camera. For real. no, for real.

But anyway back to my dream. It happened again. The dream where the alleged spirit is pushing you down, making breathing difficult. I tried to scream, and honestly I think I was screaming but I couldn't feel my voice vibrations, but I think I could hear it. I hope my neighbors don't think I'm crazy... Anywho this "demon dream" was different. In this one, a black cover was over my head, and I could see a hand, like... a childs hand reaching over my forehead. I kept trying to sing songs "Yes, Jesus loves me", and another one that slips me now and my body just wouldn't wake up. I was literally FORCING myself to wake up. Then for some reason I kept playing this song from my Sh*tberry...

(sry but imeem doesn't have the right version...plus the video is cute)

palaver.

Talk intended to beguile or decieve.
WOW.. yet another word for BULLSH*T. I'm telling you peasants... this verbal candy is helpful. You can kill two birds with one stone when arguing. You can insult someone, AND make them feel stupid 'cause you might use a word that they'll eventually have to look up. HOLLER!

yo.

Ok... seriously.. push play..

Hey Morons.
Just to keep you in the loop, I finally finished moving and all that good stuff. My normal 8-4 has a firewall and my Internet at home is not hooked up yet.. therefore.. I guess my blogging will suffer the consequences... unless of course I blog from my Shitberry...
anywho.. HIIIII! Here are some of my flickity flicks!

My neighbors love me already.

WHATEVER this thing is... it's still trapped between my screen and window. Do you see that tail/stinger/big doodoo chunk? I don't effin think so! That scared the sh*t outta me!

I would like to start a petition to ban these effin "air fresheners" they decided to name black ice. It smells more like black SH*T if you ask me. I hate 'em. They stink.