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!