Today, my name is Bisexual.

Caught your attention did I?
For many, many years I've been asked on a regular basis if I was bisexual or a lesbian.
Now, I'm not really sure how it is (at all) any of your business, but I'll tell you anyway.
I am NOT bisexual and I am NOT a lesbian. I am (I guess you can say) bi-curious.

Bi-curious is a term used to refer to someone who does not identify as bisexual or homosexual but feels or shows some curiosity in a relationship or sexual activity with someone of the same sex.

I could never really see myself in a relationship with a chick, but I have done things with some before and I probably will again. I don't think that I could ever be a lesbian because.. Well, I like penis too much to just leave it forever. lol.

One thing that has been on my mind for years is gay people. I know quite a few gay people and I dislike the way that the general public views them. A man I know (and love ♥) is gay and has been for quite some time. A while ago, we used to talk about how his being gay has brought problems into his life. When he was in high school, he used to get picked on and ridiculed for being gay. When I was younger, things like that would make me laugh, but now that I'm older and a tad bit wiser, I've come to understand that it isn't a laughing matter. I know way too many people who hate on gay people for stupid reasons. I've asked frequently why some of my guy 'friends' dislike gay people and their response is 'they're gonna try to hit on me'. WHHATT!??!? Don't fucking piss me off man. Are you fucking retarded? Why the fuck do some guys think that every gay man is going to try to hit on them? You think you're the only fucking guy out there? In case some of you didn't know, gay people are human too. They feel, think, eat and play like everyone else. Why do they get treated like shit? Btw, not every gay man wants to suck your dick you selfish, conceited cunts.

I'm always defending gay people.. I guess that explains why everyone thinks I like chicks. I defend gay people all the time, even when conversing with my uber religious grandmother. Don't get me wrong though, I don't think they even need my help because they can do it on their own.. I just get so frustrated when I witness blind sighted comments and/or gestures.

Many people need to stop hating on the gay community and let them live their lives. I think that gay people are strong. Very strong. Especially the only who openly say that they are gay. Can you imagine how scared they must feel telling people? I can't. I respect gay people so much it's ridiculous. I've been to Pride 2 years in a row and I will continue to go for as long as I can. It's so amazing!

Anywho, I'm going to stop here. I have much more to say but I need to get on to my next blog =D

Today, my name is Cassidy.

Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask about me

Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask about me

Well, not f'real.. Ask me, don't ask about me. I hate that. Why do people ask about me? Is it because I'm intriguing? Is it because I'm cute? Is it because my hair's blonde? As I said earlier, I'm freakishly awesome. lol.. I'm always hearing that people are asking about me and I never understand why. From reading my blogs, you'd think I understand absolutely nothing..lol But fo realio. I don't get you people. Why do you bother asking about a person when you can get the information first hand from the source? Sometimes I wonder.. Meh, suck an egg.

Today, my name is Shanice.

I'm really going to try to not make this a long post.
I don't recall someone telling me I was ever normal. I'm okay with that. I'd rather be the that-girl-is-fucking-retarded friend than to be the who-is-that-and-why-is-she-always-here friend.
Sometimes I don't understand why people look at me when i do certain things and say shit like 'Why Mouse?' and 'Only you'. Why? What what? Why do I dare to be different? Why do I not like being like everyone else? I dunno, maybe because I have a pair of fucking balls*. Grow some. Maybe then you can experience the things I do. I don't care who says what about me. I really don't. May it be positive or negative. Shit happens and I've learned to deal with it and not to concern myself with things that hold little or no value in my life. Only me? Well, duh Fisherprice.
*figuratively speaking of course. Or am I? Dun dun DUNNNNN!!!!!
I want people to accept me, not understand me. I want that written on my tombstone (Well, you can put the past tense. It'll be more fitting). No joke. Why does it always seem like I'm asking for all the money in the world when I ask for acceptance? I don't want people to understand me and I don't intentionally make it hard for them. That's just the way I am. I love me. There are definitely areas that I need to work on but I love me. As my mom said to me today 'How can you love yourself if you don't know who you are?' I think we were watching Dr. Doolittle 3 and they said the same thing, just a million times cornier.
What mom (and Kyla Pratt) said wasn't obviously directed at me, but she made a good point. How can you have such strong feelings for a person you don't even know?
Now that I think about it, it does kind of apply to me. Do people not love me because they don't get me? Should I make my heart and mind more accessible to the outside world? Ehh.. Nah, go suck yourself. lol. I'd rather have people hate me for who I am instead of them loving me for who I'm not. I couldn't be anymore truthful in saying that. Be yourself and learn to love life.I think I'm kind of freakishly awesome. If you don't, you can lick a homeless dudes ball sack. Bonne nuit!

Today, my name is Silence.

Don't talk. Just listen.
I hate that people rarely ever listen and I'm not talking about being stubborn. In many cases it's better to just stop talking and listen to your surroundings. Feel the air, take a breath and relax. I know too many people who are too stupid to see something that's happening right before their eyes because all they do is talk. Stop getting caught up in the world and really take some time out to notice whats going around you.
Why must you concern yourself with the latest gossip? Stop being so fucking nosey and move away from it. That's how people get themselves caught up in bullshit that has nothing to do with them. - Hear no evil.
I know it's funny as hell to look at people sex tapes and various other forms of people getting exposed and embarrassed, but stay out of it. - See no evil.
Last but not least.. S T O P T H E F U C K I N G B U L L S H I T. Why do people find that it's their place to inform who ever of what ever they hear and see? I don't understand it. Leave people alone*.. lol. Got damn! - Speak no evil.

*F.Y.I for you fuckers, I don't talk people's business. I make fun of them. There's a difference. For instance, there's this chick [who will remain nameless] and she reminds me of Beetlejuice.
Ughh... I wonder if water will fix that.

Today, my name is Pin Up.

While I was in the shower today, I was thinking about how much I would love to be a pin up girl. Cartoon or no, those women are just.. amazing. I would love to wake up looking like a pin up girl everyday. lol. My life is such an era wreck. I really think I was born in the wrong decade. Most of the time, I'm a modern day hippie. If I had the chance, I would go to vintage stores and buy them out. I love the look. BACK TO THE PIN UPS. They have like, perfect bodies and their pictures and poses are too cool for school.

If I wasn't so self conscious, I would've been a model ages ago. I guess you can say I'm afraid of attention. YES, me. Afraid of too much attention. I can't stand a whole bunch of people just staring at me. Gets me feelin creeped out.
I want the perfect rack! Ok, lemme take that back. Not perfect, but near perfect lol. I wish my legs weren't so long sometimes.. ARGH!
Meh, we'll see how it goes though... I mean.. If my dear, old friend Matthew (direct link to his website - http://www.designyoursoul.com/) ever wanted to make me into a pin up girl, by all means he can have all the time necessary needed to do so =).

Today, my name is BADDAOW!!!

Yeah so, the title has nothing at all to do with my subject [just an F.Y.I].
I just wanted to write something briefly that comes up in everyday conversation.
'Mouse, why are you so different?' Why are you all the same? Why do you follow fads, and conform to the things you see in the media? I find it fucking hilarious when I see/hear people saying that they're different but yet I see these chicks rocking the same shit - multicoloured weave, gold jewellery, skinnies and Jordans/flats. I walk around (I'm talkin shit, I don't walk anywhere except to and from the car) seeing these guys in their white v-necks, tatted up like Weezy lookin like the ghetto New Boyz. Come on people. Stop buying into these things that you see on TV. Try something different. Stop going to the same damn club every Saturday - from when you can go to a club and the people working there know your name or can say 'Hey, weren't you here last week?' you know that you need to find better things to do with your time.
*sigh* I don't mean to dog anyone, all I'm trying to say is try something new. I look at these people and they're like carbon copies. It's just ri-fucking-diculous!! And I'm OUT!

Today, my name is Linkin Park.

Nuummmbbbbbbbbbb.. lol. Sizzurp is da shit mannnn. My body is you know.. Like.. Kinda numb-ish. I like this. I like being away from the world. There are wayyyy too many problems on earth to be here 24/7 365. I just need a rest sometimes. Alcohol and smoking has been my release. I need to find a better, safer way to break away from all the things keeping me hostage from a simple, short breath. Anyway, drugs are bad but I'm clearly not a poster child of innocence.
I keep telling people, do what makes you feel good. Even if it's for a minute or so. At least you can say that you feel happy. Not many people can say that. Unfortunately for me, my being happy is sex, drugs and alcohol. You guys need to stop being to concerned with how everyone sees you and you need to take some time for yourself. At the end of the day, you need to understand that people don't make you and they definitely shouldn't break you. You need to understand that you are not tied down to this earth, you are alone and you need to start doing things to make you feel nice. As harsh as it sounds, it's the truth. You were born alone and you'll die alone (unless you were in some mass suicide (can't help you then buddy)). You need to do things that make you happy. You only have one life; why live it to please others?
This is just coming from an intoxicated chick who feels that everyone is so stuffed with the problems surrounding them.
Personally, I don't care what anyone says about me. I've been told over and over again that it's not the good way to live, but you know what? I don't give a fuck. I strive for happiness and I will continue in my journey to find it. Happiness is amazing man. I swear. I 'd rather be happy than have a new car, house, etc. Stop living for others and live for yourself mannn.

Sincerely, Intoxicated Mouse. <3

Today, my name is Relief.

*sigh* I wish I could show you how good it feels to be without him. I feel like a new person; f r e e. I can breathe now. It's so.. good. I wouldn't have known what it feels like to be treated properly if I had continued with him. I now know what it is so be *dare I say it* happy.
A word seldom escaping from my mouth is now a feeling I can say I have. A feeling which mimics itself from the aura of another and flows throughout me, though it isn't constant, it is here. So surreal. I sit here allowing Chopin to sweep me off my feet and carry me into a world of an uttered euphoric feeling, rarely have I entered. Ne'er a time had the feeling of warm, 'liquid escape' creeping into my blood, nor clouded breaths emerging from my curved lips permitted genuine smiles...(t.b.c=))
In other news, I feel good. Good riddance to bad company.
POW!

Today, my name is Dolly.

This post is written mainly out of frustration. Why do people take me for a fool? Why do people think that behind my pretty face that it's an empty, thoughtless abyss?
Let me state, I am not a fucking idiot. Okay?
Let's put it this way, while you're sitting there playing your little childish games, I'm watching. I'm playing the same game you are, I played it before. I know the secret passages, the short cuts and any other fucking references you wanna throw in there. I'm not angry, don't get me wrong. It's not even funny or entertaining to me anymore. I'm just sick of the foolishness. It's 2009, you are of age; grow up. Tell me what you want from me and that will be it. Why you chose to take the long way around things beats me. I'm done with the games and the trivial pursuit. Come correct and 100 percent. *sigh* When will you people learn?
The one thing I find funny about this all, is why do you ask me why I don't call you, text you or why I don't chill with you? Honestly take a brief look at yourself and don't come to me with your stupidness. As I said earlier, I'm done with the games. When will you? It's ok though, I'll probably be gone by the time you decide to put down the controller.

C'est la vie. Life goes on with or without you.

Today, my name is M.I.A.

Well well well. It seems I have been quite absent and slacking in my duties to report my events and activities.

I'm really not too sure why I haven't been on much lately, but I'm back =)
*3 cheers for me!*
Any who, I've had sooo many things happen to me in the longest while and I just haven't thought to update you guys.. Sorry! So, I'm just going to try to update you guys quickly on the things that have happened to me in the past couple of months.

For starters, I NOW have my car. Although I still drive my moms, at least I can say I have one to call my own =).
My uncle gave it to me, and I am ever so grateful. It's not the newest car or the most recent model, but it does drive. I pride myself in having my car smelling like heaven and rainbows at all times!

My trip to Jamaica. I know half of you don't know, but I went to Jamaica for about a month in the summer for a vacation and to just spend some time with family members I haven't seen since I was 2. It was reaalllllyyy fun there, but I don't think I'll be leaving the country for a month ever again. I missed way too many things here.
One of the most interesting things that happened to me while I was there occured at a strip club. Long story short, I went to a strip club and the strippers seemed to admire my chest a little too much. As I was sitting beside my cousin watching them work the pole, a stripper named Rain made her way off the stage and onto my lap. Not only did I receive multiple free lap dances (BONUS!), but she insisted on tearing off my shirt and removing my uhh.. assets from their..nest. The entire club (and I mean everyone) was staring at my tits. That was a night to remember =)

September 15 2009, my godson Brayden Liam Smith was born. I was sooo excited and yet pissed. I had told my best friend to call me as soon and she went into labor because I really wanted to be there when he was born. Well, not IN the delivery room.. I wasn't trying to see all of that. I was in class and at around 12 pm, I receive a message from my blackberry informing me that Dana had sent me a message. It said 'I had him'. Now, what the fuck? lol.. I was so angry. I was going to leave my class and drive over to her house. I told her I was mad and she was laughing..lol.. She sent me a picture of that little heart breaker and I couldn't be mad anymore. I just hope I can be a good godmother!

And now we get into the bad shit.
I'm not gonna air my dirty laundry right now, but lets just say that family is just a word. I don't wanna hear any philosical bullshit on how family is the foundation of BLAH BLAH BLAH. Fuck it.
The way it stands right now, is if you don't live in my house, I don't give a fuck. I mean, yeah, there are certain family members who I love to death, but as for most of them, they can lick the inside of a public toilet clean with their tongue. If I were to see them on the street on fire, I wouldn't even spit on them. It's whatever though. Dee, Grimz & 23 I love you fuckers ^.^

Now that I remember... While I was in Jamaica, I asked my sister to do a couple little things for me.

1. Make sure no one goes in my room.
2. Take care of my pets.

That's all I asked. Now, making sure no one goes into my room seems easy.. right? I mean, I have my laptop in my room and she's in here all the time on it. If it were you, wouldn't you at least try to make the room seem presentable for when i get back? My garbage was flooding over, I had clothes all over the floor..Wait, no.. I left the clothes there..lol But got damn! At least take out my garbage. And now for my pets; I had 2 birds, 2 hamsters, 1 fish and 1 dog. To feed the birds and the hamsters, all you have to do is empty the container and refill it. To feed the fish, just put 4 pebbles in the tank every like 5 hours and she knew how to feed the dog. I came back home to an empty bird cage and to see a hamster half eaten.. WHAT THE FUCK. I asked her how the fuck she managed to kill most of my pets and her response was 'Well, at least your birds died together like they did in the Notebook'. How the hell are you gonna tell me that? lol I've had those birds for like 2 years! In regards to my hamsters, she said 'I was in your room yesterday and there were two'. Yes Rochelle, YESTERDAY! What the hell could she have done to my hamster in a day!? I went in to take out the dead hamster and noticed that my other hamster got a little hungry because she wasn't feeding them so my hamster decided to dine on the other one. I came back home to a purple fish tank...And I'm not talking about the tank itself. The water was purple... I don't even wanna know how or why. I couldn't even SEE through it to see if I still had a fish! Today, I have 1 dog, 1 fish and 1 hamster with herpes. Don't ask. I don't even know.

Yeesh, I'll leave it at that for now. I have plenty more to write but I don't wanna give you all nosebleeds from all this reading. One of these days, or probably later on today, I'm gonna write some shit that I've had on my mind for a while now but I'll give it a rest. I PROMISE to write regularly because I've had a few people come and talk to me, yelling at me because I haven't written anything since ..*looks to see when the last blog was posted* MAY!? WOOOW!!! Well, I'm back and there will be more of me to love =)

Mlle Mouse signing out!

Today, my name is Age.

I've been meaning to write this post for about a month now but I haven't gotten around to it because I've been in school. This post refers to guys that I have come into contact with. Not all guys, so please remember that when reading. Thank you, and I'll just jump right into it =)...

Aaliyah was right when she said "Age ain't nothin' but a number" because it really and truly isn't for more reasons than one. Guys today are fucked. lol.. I'm sorry but honestly, dudes these days are on something. I talk to guys yeah, I talk to different kinds of guys. Following this, I will go on to describe a couple guys that I know. They will remain unnamed.

Dude 1
Dude number 1 is too freakishly cool to be younger than me. We relate and we talk about some SERIOUS issues, ones that I couldn't even talk to with guys my own age or older. I swear, if him and I were age, we'd chill a lot more than we do now. He does his thing and I've noticed that many of the times when he does, friends his own age comment and make light of the situation when it isn't something to be taken lightly. He is mature for his age. This is dude number 1.

Dude 2
Dude number 2 is the same age as dude number 1. Dude number 2 is also a cool person. He has his head on his shoulders and knows what he wants in life. Except, he is still into the whole.. "Yeah, I'm (insert age here) and I'm gonna have sex with (insert absurd number here) girls before the end of June!". Dude number 2 is still about wetting his beak (or so to speak) and he has yet to realize that there will always be pussy. Women are not going extinct. Why do I care? I care because I was talking to dude number 2. Things happened and that's enough about dude number 2.

Dude 3
Both dude number 1 & 2 were younger than me. Dude number 3 is almost 10 years older than me. Lets expose his business right now because he deserves it =). lol..Kidding!! Ok, so dude number 3 gets mad at someone because she got mad because he did something he wasn't supposed to. Dude number 3 also got another chick mad because he was supposed to do something he didn't. (Confused yet?) Ok long story short, dude 3 got dissed, got pissed and tried to diss chick number 2. (Don't ask where chicks came in or where number 1 is). He got dissed (again) and then started acting like a little bitch. Laughing in texts in serious situations, basically saying that he doesn't care. (We all know you do T =)

I've come to realize that age means NOTHING when it comes to maturity. Guys mature at different ages, as do women. So if you're talking to someone younger than you or older than you, just think and remember that unless it's illegal, there's nothing wrong. You'll either have a youngin' that philosophises (Timbot) or an old man that acts like he needs to be weaned off the tit. Age is seriously just a number that limits you from doing certain things, so don't take it too seriously. They'll learn.

LIVELOVELIFE

Today, my name is Wednesday.

I feel like Wednesday Addams. In other news...

This pain hurts more than a thousand daggers pointed at your softest part.
It began from the chest, and accelerated to the rest of my lifeless body.
As the tears well up in my eyes, my heart races with emotions too strong to describe.
This pain is more than labour. It is more than a flesh wound, cut or a bruise; it is internal.
I blame myself. I caused it I just can’t stop it. My eyes are bloodshot from the endless crying.
It is like a circle. It has begun but has no end.

This pain leaves you weak, no energy.
No one to talk to, no one who understands this feeling of knives cutting their way out from the inside with no remorse for organs and tissue.
No reason to wake in the morning, there is nothing to look forward to.
No reason to lay in bed, my mind is too busy to rest.

This pain eludes my mind and reveals itself on my face.
No matter how hard I try to think of what could’ve been,
I’m reminded of what is and what will never be.
Until the day where my knives and daggers have gone,
My tears have dried up,
And my heart returns
This pain will remain, unnerving and unnatural.

Author : Yours Truly

P.s.. ©opyright bitches!

Today, my name is Family.

Whats better on a nice afternoon then a good ole family brawl? lol.. Wtf!? Just know that half the people in this video are related. Someones moms is jumpin in, someones brother, sister, aunty grandma etc.

Today, my name is Popeyes.

What!? They ain't got no chicken? We can't feed our kids. Thats bad. Cause I'm sure hungry.
LOL.. People like this make me ashamed to be black.. GO HOME AND GO COOK!

Today, my name is Uhhh.

What in tarnation...?

Today, my name is Cat Food.

Last post of the night guys. Bitch is psycho.

Today, my name is B.S.

What are you thinking with my title being "Today, my name is B.S"? Bullshit? No. Britney Spears. This isn't going to be a long post, but she is so freakin awesome that I can't fully understand her.. lol.. While heading to my birthday party at Level last weekend, my bff, her bf and myself, "If You Seek Amy" came on the radio. My bff Oriel flung herself around from the passenger seat and pretty much screamed in my face "OMG DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS SONG MEANS!?" No Oriel, I don't. She tried explaining it to me talking about If you seek Amy, and there actually isn't anyone named Amy. I kind of understood her. She said "Ok, just say If you seek Amy in your head a few times". I did, but its sounded a lot more than just looking for some chick named Amy. Then the chorus came on..

Love me hate me

Say what you want about me

But all of the boys and all of the girls are beggin' to If You Seek Amy

Love me hate me

But can't you see what I see

All of the boys and all of the girls are beggin' to If You Seek Amy

Like I said, there is NO ONE named Amy. When I listened to this part of the song, I had chills running up and down my spine because of Britneys brilliance, and beside the fact that it scared the crap outta me. If you haven't realized it yet, let me break it down. "But all of the boy and all of the girls are beggin' to F.U.C.K. ME". Read the lyrics again, listen to the song. You'll get it. GOD I love B.S!

Today, my name is Cassie/Amber.

As if the title doesn't speak itself. On Facebook, I changed my status to "I think I should shave my head. Should I?" And a couple of my friends are still CURRENTLY having an ongoing battle on whether if I should or shouldn't. One friend, mentioned Cassie's haircut. I've been hearing about it for a while now, but I haven't gotten around to actually seeing it. I decided to google it. Now, besides the fact that she still has the same DAMNED hair style she had before. And another thing that I don't think that many people noticed, but look at her style of clothes when she was sane, and look at it after she cuts it. I don't understand, since when does cutting your hair make you a rockstar, or whatever she's clearly trying to be? I dunno man. Diddy, Cassie.. Smarten the FUCK UP! Grow your GOTDAMNED hair and stop acting like a damn fool. Its not cute hunny.. At all. But in other news, I really want to shave my hair like this chick named Amber Rose. Her hairs pretty cool. I dig. I dig a lot =). Well. tired of writing.. Vote yes on Amber Rose.

Today, my name is Talent.

Not that this guy needs it, but my friend Mr Ryan Tedder is a genius. There isn't really much to say about this guy that his videos don't show. As I was on Youtube, I stumbled across one of his latest videos that I haven't watched yet and so I watched it. When I first came across one of his videos, at the first couple of seconds.. I was like "What in the hell is this guy doing?!", but as the video went on, I saw that he was creating a master piece. He has a crazy talent and I hope all of his dreams come true. He is like my own personal Ryan Leslie lol. Seriously, Ryan (T) reminds me so much of Mr Leslie. Anywho, here is the video I was watching. Enjoy☻! Or else!

P.s. Here is his Myspace -> http://www.myspace.com/ryantedder412

Today, my name is Arriba.

Ok, so I literally just got back home from following my sister to Price Choppers. We were in the cereal aisle when I see this little girl, no older than 4 years old, and something about her catches my eye. As I'm standing 2 feet away from her, she turns around to look at the cereal behind me and it is at that point where I realize that her mother has put black eye liner on her child. What the hell? When I was 17, my mom didn't even like when I wore makeup. She told me to save it for when I'm going somewhere really important. I didn't listen of course, but I just really couldn't understand WHY this little girls mother had put makeup on her. To make it worse, just as my sister and I were leaving the cereal aisle, I hear someone say "Arriba! Come here!". Sure enough, I turn around and see the same 4 year old goth child running back to her mother. When I see shit like this, it really makes me wonder what fucking drugs these people are on. Arriba, pssh!

Today, my name is Superficial.

Random thought of the day, why do people, women in general, feel the need to look perfect? I mean, first things first.. What is p e r f e c t? Why is it that there are hundreds of thousands of girls out there that spend so much money on clothes, hair, nails etc and they barely have a proper education? Are there not more important things out there than how you look? And majority of these girls are out here, breaking their pockets to impress people. What is this world coming to? When I get made fun of for leaving my house with my hair not done and my clothes not matching. I mean, if I don't give two shits what any one has to say about me, why does the rest of the world rely on what they're told? Many [if not all] girls are trying to be super models; and don't get me wrong. Go 'head, go do your thing. But stop breaking your pockets on all these unnecessary things when you could be investing your money into something a lot more worth while. If you wanna look good and feel that a Rihanna hair cut, a new fill & design or new blazers make you look perfect then go ahead, but when you're down and out, contemplating Welfare, I'll be out of the road with my red chucks, purple skinnys and my grey Winnie The Pooh t-shirt with an education to my name.

Today, my name is Change.

♫Things come & go. Seasons change. People grow, the world turns...Things come & go. Winter. Summer. Spring and Fall...♪ I feel like only half the chorus of that song.. Hence the "..." lol. Anywho, earlier I was talking to my dear ol' friend Timbot. We were talking about life, friends etc and he had a very good point. It's not one I didn't know before, but he put it more into perspective. He basically told me to live life for me. Not that I didn't before, but he phrased it differently than I have ever heard. This isn't a new feeling for me, but it's one I decided to write about. People come and go in my life like it's a revolving door. I mean I don't really care who comes, but it's the people who leave. I have way too many people in my life, whether it's for a good reason or a bad reason. Many of the people who are there for the wrong reasons are or probably have been already been locked off. There have been some new people in my life that I wouldn't mind allowing them to stay, but I'm not begging. People come to me for different reasons. Some of those come, get what they want and then leave. Get your mind out the gutter! It's nothing like that. As I was saying, I don't have many friends and I cherish the ones I have. It's 2009 and people are still doing things that they shouldn't be doing. I mean, many if not all the people in my life right now have been there for years and it seems like 90% of these people are still acting the same way they were when I met them. Sometimes change is good. It's Spring. Time for change. Don't you think?

Today, my name is Chipmunks Forever!!

Ok, I was a little to excited.. lol. Ok I saw this video and I just started dying.. I don't know why it is so funny.. lol

Today, my name is God.. NOT.

Am I God? Am I a god? No. There. I'm happy thats clarified. Now I have a question. Why is it that people come to me and ask me for advice or how I feel. Ok, sounds weird, let me explain. Why is it that people come to me (mind you, these are people I hardly talk to) and ask me how I feel about something? I don't give two fucking shits! I really don't. I don't care that your mom kicked you out and that you have to live with your auntys ex boyfriend that does crack on the kitchen counter. I really don't. Don't come to me asking how you look in that dress. I don't care. I don't care about many people outside of family, so don't ask because that would C L E A R L Y be begging. Why does everyone come to me and ask me how I feel about things? Why does my opinion matter so much? And I'm not talking 1-2 people a day. Why does what I say or how I feel effect you? Why do you care? Ranting.. AGAIN. But dear lord. Get a fucking mind of your own. I'm not a god.

Today, my name is BFF!

After posting that last post ranting and venting, I decided to do a happier one. Weird, all of my posts today have been negative. Time to bring some light on my situation. Ok, let me jut say first and foremost, that these two girls.. lol.. Like, I couldn't be any closer to them even if we were twins.
Dana - I love this woman unbelievably. [PLENTY HOMO!! LMFAO!!! I'm joking] She brings happiness into my dark and twisted life. There is so much I could write about her, but I won't. lol. I'm a little tired. But yeah. She is an amazing woman who has overcome so much bullshit in her life. We relate in so many ways it's ridiculous. Unfortunately, she is out of the country and will be for a while but I can't wait to meet her at the airport☻. She is seriously like a sister to me. It's sad to say it but she has been much closer to me than my own family too many times and that is why I'd would do so many things for her. Yikes.. I said I wasn't gonna write that much.. But she knows how I feel about her. I miss you D!!
Oriel - My token and frequently absent Asian. I don't even know what to say about you.. lol. Ok. One, I love this girl man. Her and I are like freaks of nature. She's the type of person to call you at 3 in the morning and suggest that we go to a bar. She's just so free and open minded. Never a person to conform and do what the crowd is doing, which is one major thing we have in common. Unfortunately, our relationships are also something that we have in common, but summertime is around the corner and we'll fix that. Even though this chick is ALWAYS absent, we always find a way to pick up right where we left off. I love you Cookie!

Today, my name is Day One.

I'm not usually one for writing my intimate life for many too see, but I honestly think this deserves recognition. I've had a bit too much of this. It is way too much for me right now and I'm getting sick of humoring people. I'm done with this immature bullshit. I'm trying to move forward in life, not backwards. I'm getting sick of reviving past relationships. Why should I continue doing things and dealing with people who have brought negativity to me in the past? I'm not gonna sit here and pretend that I'm Little Miss Perfect because I'm not. I point out my faults to those of importance.

I have fallen out of relationships with people who I loved dearly, and those have happened for a reason. I do not beg friends or boyfriends. I've been hurt and I have caused pain onto others, but honestly, I'm getting sick of it. ARGH!!! I am soo angry right now. Why do people have to bring their bullshit around me? GO AWAY!

This part right here is for that one person. Grow up. Seriously. Think about the things you tell me and tell me if the things you say are grown. I mean.. Look at you. Wanting independence from the people and things surrounding you. You look grown and you act grown sometimes, but at the end of the day, your anger gets the best of you. I honestly hope you get whats coming to you, and that's not a threat. Even through all the negative things that happen to you whether its family, me, friends etc. what you don't realize is that you hurt people and you know what I mean by that. But whatever. Enough about you.

I don't like stupid and especially immature people. I'm almost 20 and although at times I still act like a kid, I'm moving on and trying to be better in the things I do and the things I am involved with. But when I'm surrounded by these kinds of people, what else is there to do but lock them off? I don't have the patience to sit here and try to educate people on what it means to have sense. That is something they'll have to figure out for themselves. I am not your mother. I have no children. So please, either smarten up or get the fuck outta my way.

In regards to my love life [or lack there of] I'm back to square one. I'm done with humouring you. This is day one.

Today, my name is Taken.

While on the bus going home, I notice this light skinned guy come on a couple stops before I had to get off. He looked at me, and I put my head back down and continued to listen to my music. Nearing my stop, I pulled the yellow cord to signal the bus driver that I wanted to leave the bus, he did the same. As I stood up from the back of the bus I looked back up to see him standing at the nearest exit, which just so happens to be the one I was also go to be standing at. When the bus stopped, he took a step down and I followed. As the doors closed and as I looked both ways before crossing the street to head home, he put his hand on my elbow and asked my name. I told him my name was Mouse and he proceeded to ask for my number. I told him countless times that I had a boyfriend and that I didn't like to keep many other males as friends because I already had enough. Turning up my music in the same ear that he was talking to me in, I focused on my path home. Coincidentally, he lives near me and was walking along side me for a while. Deciding to break my view of the sidewalks and the cracks in between, I looked up ahead to see if I was walking in the path of any oncoming individuals; I was. It was another light skinned boy, one who I've never seen before. As I approached the boy walking towards us, he looked up and muttered "Hi". I said hello and before I knew it, both of the boys had gotten into a heated argument over me. I haven't the faintest who either of these boys were, but they were bickering over who's girl I was. I thought it was best to leave them at their dispute and head home. I had walked away and left these two strangers in a heated argument. Now, please allow me to break away from my formal speech. What the fuck!? I have no fucking clue who these dudes were and they were fighting over me? Like.. What the fuck? Can someone please explain to me what the hell just happened? I don't know any of these people from morning and they're getting ready to like punch each others faces in? Arf?

Today, my name is Insane.

He's too cute for his own good, but WHAT THE FUCK was Pharelle on when he decided that he was going to order his food in song and dance so early in the morning? First things first, how is it that the two cashiers were gonna call the police on him? I mean.. How could you NOT recognise who he is? Second thing is why were they running from him? Third.. WHY WAS HIS DANCING AND SINGING HIS ORDER!? Smh..

Today, my name is Poetic Justice.

While in my Modern and Contemporary Literature class, my professor was analyzing 2 poems that really got to me. One of them is called Requiem, and it is by Robert Louis Stevenson. This poem really stuck in my head and I was so interested in it, so I decided to post it. Requiem seems to be kind of a self realization kind of poem. He speaks of his death, and it is written beautifully. Describing the night and his grave.

Under the wide and starry sky,
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.

This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.

The second poem is called This Be the Verse. This was written by Philip Larkin. This is quite blunt and because of that, it is easy to see what his point is quickly. It is an angry poem written by a cynical man and I love it.

They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.

Just wanted to get that out.. These poems are just down and out. They are dark and eerie which is why I guess I like them so much..

Today, my name is Cancer.

Not really much to say. My bestest friend in the whole wide world sent me this.. And my sister and I watched it together.. WTF!?

Today, my name is P.S.G.

I haven't written anything in a while, but today, I felt that this video deemed worthy of exposure. Before you watch the video, please remove and children (or parents) within earshot. I watched this whole video.
I left my msn on and I went to go make perogies and eat them. When I came back to my computer, I noticed that my friend had sent me this video, so I watched it. Not even watching the video for two minutes and I felt like I wanted to hurl! I couldn't imagine what those men envisioned while speaking to this old hag. I think the funniest part of this video is at 3:10. Watch it and you'll get it. That is so gross.. Oh and by the way, P.S.G stands for Phone Sex Grandma.
Enjoy☻

Today, my name is Say no to drugs.

Facebook time again. I have nothing to say about this video except "Is this real life?"

Stoned Little Kid After Dentist VisitFunny Videos

Today, my name is Educated.

See, this is exactly what I mean when I say I dislike stupid people. I decide to hop on Facebook messenger thing for a sec, and this random dude starts talking to me. This is part of the conversation. (Him,Me)

ok
my bad
who u cussing on ur blog there
lot of remorse
On my blog?
I'm not cussing anyone.
kool
And what do you mean by a lot of remorse?
cause that came off like a situation u in and it piss u off
But how would that be remorse?
remorse liek anger
like anger
maybe i put that wrong
Yeah.. Remorse means guilt.
my bad
maybe u can be my tutor then
Nah.. Just go to school
im done school
Maybe you should go back
just need a littel prep up
for a word
coem on
And I'm supposed to tutor you for one word?
na tutor me in all aspect of what u know
So go back to school
lol
i dont like school
but maybe if i ahve a sweet face like yours to look at i might wanna learn something
Maybe you need to put your priorites in order then.

LOL.. This dude.. Needs to stop right now. He fails at life. Why do I attract these fucked up people? Is it that hard to hold a conversation with someone who has sense? Dear Lord, save these people. Let them see that education is the key. lol. Like seriously. Spelling isn't that hard. Even worse, he uses his speaking patois as an excuse. You SPEAK patois, not type it. How can you fuck up on that? I'm done man.. lol.. NO MORE. I can't talk about this right now man. I'll go off.

Today, my name is Nito1992.

So I was on Facebook not too long ago, and I had seen that someones status had been changed to "OMG!! hahaha http://www.facebook.com/home.php?..." There was a link attached to it and I decided to follow it. It brought me to this video.


I watched the video, and I almost pissed myself laughing. This kid has issues. But then, I decided to read the comments that followed the video and I saw only one out of about 20 people who laughed. Is there something wrong with me why I found this funny? Because there were people commenting, saying that he has issues and he's gay (not sure what that has to do with anything) and such. What do you think? Am I mean or is this retardedly entertaining?

Today, my name is Olivine.

If you do not know that the name Olivine is from Dancehall Queen, you need to step it up sweety. lol. Anyways, I was just on Facebook and remembered I had this video on my page. The first time I saw this I was dying of laughter because it's so true man.. lol.. I love Jamaicans!!
Yuh know me? Eeeee?

Today, my name is Italian.

For those who don't know about the Italian man that went to Malta, feast your eyes.

Today, my name is Britney bitch.

LOL!!! Less than 5 minutes ago, my dear friend Swiss Williams sent me this video of a part of a Britney Spears concert. Before you press play, escort any children away from the computer. I love Britney, and I don't think anything can turn me off of her and I want her secret. I don't understand how this woman goes through so much shit and still manages to bounce back? No matter what she does, she's still a role model (not my role model, A role model). She'll never be pg-13 again. So much for the Mickey Mouse Club..
Gimme gimme more? No Britney, I think you've had enough.

Today, my name is Notorious.

First and foremost, today marks the death of Christopher Wallace, or better known as Biggie Smalls or Notorious B.I.G. My big brother Troy who passed away on December 6th, 2008 was like his biggest fan. No corny shit. Like, seriously. Since I can remember, Troy played Biggie pratically every Saturday (which was our cleaning day) and blast the music at a ridiculously high volume. And Troy is gonna kick my ass for not taking the time out to write a serious blog about Biggie.. *sigh* But where do I begin with this man? lol.. I don't even know where to start, so I'm not going to. I'm just speechless when it comes to him (Biggie). He was a great man. As for Troy, I have too much to say. I don't want to get too emotional with this, so I'll leave it at that. I miss my bro.
This ones for you Troy!

Stay far from timid, only make moves when your heart is in it, and live the phrase

"Sky's The Limit".

Today, my name is Mr President.

In one month and 2 days I will be out of my teens years. Light the candles and set the tables, or you can continue reading. I haven't really thought of anything to do for my birthday yet. Well, OK, I'm lying. It's nothing big but I'm going to some party downtown with a couple family members and friends. I hope it'll be fun, or entertaining at least. Since I can remember, for every one of my birthdays all I did was stay home from school and drink. But, I'm a bit older now so that seems quite juvenile. I don't remember ever having a birthday party.. Well I mean yeah when I was younger, but I think that stopped at like 5 years old. I haven't had a birthday party since, and I don't really want one. *sigh* Happy early birthday Me!!!

Today, my name is Mel.

This morning, I began class at 9:55 and I'm sitting in my Anthropolgy class while my teacher is talking about humans versus primates and what not. At about 10:30, I get a call from a number I have never seen before. So, I'm sitting in class listening to my teacher talking about our teeth so I decided to let it ring out because if anything, the person will call me back. About 10 minutes following the first call, I get ANOTHER call from a different random number so I decide to walk out of class to answer it and this is basically how the conversation went. (I'm pink, the other person is blue..)
Hello?
Hello? Oh man, I must have the wrong number. I was trying to call my bregin.
Oh, ok.
So wait, hold up whats your name?
Mouse.
What?
MOUSE!
Mel?
Yeah sure.
Oh you sound like a cutie Mel.
Thanks.
Yeah but my bad for calling you, but you know you can call me back or text me whenever you want ok? Ha ha ha.
Uh.. Ha ha Ok.
Ok bye cutie.
Later.
WHAT!???!?? You call me and its a wrong number, and I sound cute so I should call you? People.. Am I missing something? How can you determine the appearance of someone based on how they sound? What if I was a crazy person? People don't think now-a-days and thats how people get hurt. I'm not sure if he really thinks that I'm going to call him, but if he does.. He's a tad bit desperate no? Dudes these days man. Think before you act.

Today, my name is Flirty McFlirt.

Flirt: If you couldn't catch on by the title of this section, I am a flirt. Sue me. Truth be told, I found out that I flirt unintentionally by a fellow classmate in grade 7. Although I don't quite remember the conversation or who I was talking to for that matter, I do remember that they told me that I am a flirt. At the time I wasn't exactly sure what that was or what that meant (fuck off, I wasn't the sharpest knife in the closet). Now I know =). I remember in my high school years, I used to flirt A LOT! Especially with the seniors. Which is why I had so many boyfriends in those times. I used to flirt with these people and they would end up falling for me and then we'd end up going out. Now that I look back at those past 'relationships', if you will, I feel disgusted. GROSS! Some of those dudes didn't even deserve a second glance from me, but shit happens. Now that I'm older and have much more sense then I did a couple years ago, I am more aware of whats going on, although things still do happen.
Attractive: Maybe for about a year or so, I've found that I'm starting to like white and Asian dudes.. I don't know whats going on. Not that there is a problem with it or anything, but jeez. It's like I woke up one day and was in love with Travis Barker (♥). Not only do I admire the white guys, but I'm MUCH MORE attracted to Asians and I don't know what it is, but I love me some Cambodian and Belizean dudes as well. But lets ignore the race factor for a minute. If I see a man with piercings in the right place my pee pee would stand up if I had one. Personally, I prefer piercings over tattoos but don't get me wrong. I have seen some men with some b e a u t i f u l tattoos that make me just wanna kiss 'em. I also find myself quite attracted to people who play instruments (more guitars and pianos) and sing. OMG.. TAKE ME NOW!!! lol. I kid, I kid. One things that will turn me off of the sexiest guy in the world is how literate/illiterate he is. I cannot stand people who can't spell or speak like they got some gotdamned sense. Like seriously? Go read a book. Get out of my face with that "Yo Shawty" or "psst" and try coming back with a "Hey" or a "Hello". My mother did not name me "psst","sexy","cutie","baby" etc. So ask me what my name is. Hey guess what? School up to grade 12 is free. Take advantage.
Cell Number: "I think you gave me the wrong number.." YES FUCKER! I gave you a wrong number ON PURPOSE because I don't want to talk to you. Why is it so hard for guys to understand that these days? Now I'll say I'm a lil cutie, but just because I am walking by myself or sitting alone that doesn't mean I want to talk to you or want you to be my friend. Leave me alone! Stop watching me from afar. I see you, that's why I'm facing the other direction. DON'T drive up beside me. DON'T walk up to me when I'm talking. DO NOT ask me what my having a boyfriend has to do with you getting to know me. I have a boyfriend and enough guy friends. I don't want or need a new one. Why is it that guys have no respect for women today? Yes, I said women. Not girls. Not all women are bitches (I am, but that's not the point). Just because I don't give you my number, that doesn't give you the right to start cussing me out like I fucking stepped on your new J's. Come on now. Have a little bit more class and maybe people will feed into that and they might actually give you a chance. If you do have the opportunity of having a pretty lady's number, don't take advantage of that. I don't want you calling me every hour on the hour ok? If I don't answer, I'm busy or ignoring you. If I don't call you back, I am ignoring you so please take note. My phone isn't new, so I may miss a few calls and it won't tell me, but 90% of the time I do see your phone call and I am ignoring it. So stop calling me like you're dying and your phone only dials my number.

This man. The end. ♥

Today, my name is Newbie.

Today is officially my first day of blogging!!! (Insert audience cheers here_____)
These days, I don't really have much to do other than sit around on the computer all day, and there have been many times that I've stumbled across blogs of aquaintainces. Now, I never ACTUALLY read all of them, but they seemed a tad interesting and creepy at the same time. Why would someone put their business on a website that is accessible to A N Y O N E with a computer? Call me a hypocrite because here I am about to do the same thing. Ignorant much?

Ok, now I'm gonna list you 10 full reasons why you should return to my blog everyday and read about dear old Brittany. Bullshit. lol, I'm not going to. My blog will consist of things I think, feel, believe, experience and unknown random things. Many of the things I write will be mean. Lets face it here, I don't sugarcoat. It's mean and untruthful; I like to imagine myself as a person who doesn't lie. I will be writing EXACTLY how I feel whether it hurts someones feelings or not. I've been called a bitch, but we gotta take the good with the bad don't we? This is me. Take it or leave it, but on a happier note, I will try to return everyday for new and/or interesting things I can share with you.

First and foremost, (ok so I lied, this is the third paragraph) let me enlighten you on the basics of yours truly. I was born in Etobicoke as Brittany Shanice Rhian Dixon [would you like my S.I.N. while you're at it?]. Although I have just recently found out that my first name actually isn't Brittany OR Shanice.. Thanks mom. I will soon be out of my teen years (thank God!) but you wouldn't know that by looking at me. I guess you can call me and artistic person. I paint, sing, play instruments and draw.. But not very well.. lol. One thing I love to do is write. Brittany+BIC Pencil#2 0.7mm A.K.A Lenny(shut up) = ♥. I'll be that "walking freak" that'll bring joy to your hearts and curiosity to your minds.


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