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

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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!