72 posts tagged “moblog”

When I asked if you were lying and you said you weren't (or any variation of the question, and any variation of the answer) and it turns out you -were- lying, how was I supposed to learn to trust you?

What a rocky, crumbly foundation we had...

:(
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I picked up a penny from the ground yesterday. It was supposed to bring me luck.
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Not that ANY of us were there... BUT!

I am tired of the interpretation that because C. Brown bore witness to his mom's unfortunate domestic assault at the hands of his step father, it is unfathomable that he could be an abuser.

It is possible. It's called a cycle of abuse. Ask any person who has been in an abusive relationship. They will tell you the history of the abuse their abuser was subjected to. And they will tell you how the abuser said they would never abuse because they couldn't dare inflict the type of pain they'd been through onto someone else. Because between the 1st and 2nd and 3rd and 4th, etc. time that the abuser broke down and damaged the abused, they explained that they were a victim of abuse and they'd never do it again. "I promise I won't hit you again."

So. These people need help.

And regardless of circumstances. AND regardless of sex. I will pretty much ALWAYS take the side of the victim. Even though I wasn't there. Even though maybe it's cus someone got jealous. Even if it's cus someone was looking to get money. Even if it's cus someone was yelling at someone else. Whatever the case: I tend to side with the victim.

And that's how I feel on that.

At the other place where I get money, I was talking to a co-worker and she was telling me how she just started stripping part time. We're talking about all aspects of it, cus she's a really open person, and I'm all curious (naïve, whatever) about it.

About 20 minutes in, she says, "Goldie. You'd totally make good money doing it."

Then I start blushing and getting all, "No wayyyy. Really?!" Not that I would.

She was just so genuine about it, it was oddly nice to hear.
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After a few days of stress/sadness-induced eating (I'm fine, just a big baby), I've been back on track with the diet.

My diet consists of lots of veggies and fruit, poulty/fish, very low carbs. I eat my big meal at breakfast/lunch and eat more lightly at dinner before 7. It works for me! I'm almost at my high school weight (not my high school shape, for shame!) and I feel good!

My diet also contemplates a cheat day. To cut the monotony and to enable my carb fix. Usually I'll go for pancakes. Yesterday, I got Popeye's with Lorelai.

I needed the biscuits. They are like pancakes, but in a thicker, more compact form. Win!

I got: chicken strips (spicy), mashed potatoes with "gravy" (I don't think that stuff is gravy, but I love it), and a biscuit. I ordered Lorelai's food (nuggets with fries and mac and cheese which she didn't like cus she said it tasted too much like noodles... Not enough cheesiness). Then I ordered my other normal order from Popeye's. A side of 6 extra biscuits. It's a shameful order, but those close to me know that I order them everytime I go there (which isn't often. I swear.)

As ya'll know, I have a new man in my life. Well, relatively new. It's been a few months (whoa!) but he hasn't seen me do what I am now coining "my Popeye's thang" (ordering and consuming all those biscuits in a 24-hour period).

Yesterday he stopped by for a few. First, he was surprised that I got that food. I don't get fast food (like, ever) and also, when we started our weight-loss challenge, I said I'd have my cheat day on Saturday. That has morphed in a cheat-24-hours on whatever day a week I pick. So, I started last night, I don't think I'll go until tonight cus I already feel like I have a brick chillin in my belly, but I will finish those biscuits! He was also surprised about the number of biscuits I had.

He said, "are those all for you or did you plan on having more people here?" Usually my sis and niece are here, so I'm sure he thought I had all those biscuits to share with them. Cus why else would one woman and one child have that many biscuits in between them?

And that is when a twinge of guilt set in.

I felt that this must be what it feels like when you're caught cheating on your partner.

Or when you're caught swindling money out of your employers petty cash drawer.

Or like that one time I was helping my coworker clean up her desk and I emptied her recycling box and underneath all the recycled papers there were 10 Diet Pepsi bottles and an empty Costco-sized bag of cookies. She's diabetic. And she drinks/eats that stuff on the downlow cus I've never seen her consume it. As she made a grab for the "recycling box"/diabetic-coma-proof, I wondered why she didn't want me to dump it out. Then I realized she was probably ashamed.

That's kinda how I felt as I sat in front of a box-o-biscuits and my boyfriend tried to grasp the 2-people-6-biscuits concept. Well. 1-person cus Lorelai was content with her nuggets.

I mean, I only kiiiinda felt ashamed. Cus I'm still eating them. Yum.
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"Can I ask you a question? Do you, like, give hugs to promote world peace?"

My answer was no, by the way.
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Some (older) dude tried to spit game at Chiptole tonight as follows:

"Are those your kids? Cus I thought you were a teenager. You look too young to have kids."

1. I hate being hit on when I have a child with me. I don't know why. I'm sure some women don't mind it; maybe love it. In fact, in movies, sometimes guys do the whole use-a-baby-to-tug-at-women's-heartstrings-and-pants bit. Lame. Not my M.O. Prolly cus I'm a prude.

Sometimes it's apparent guys don't give an eff what your situation is though. Like when I got hit on when I was verrrry visibly pregnant. Like, fuh real?! You know that I am carrying another man's child and I have the hormonal equivalent of 400 birth control pills surging through my body and I just yaked from morning sickness and you still wanna holla? I mean, I guess I could take that as a compliment. Or not.

2. If you thought I was a teenager, why on earth were you trying to talk to me? Thinking I am a teenager has the exact opposite effect of what I'm sure you were trying to get across. I'm sure you're trying to say I look as young and bouncy and doe-eyed as a teenager while you're aware that I'm not. Kinda like when a mom-daughter combo get the, "I coulda swore ya'll were sisters." But. Like. A teeeeeenager?

Take you're Lolita lovin' arse to a high school and be that guy that trolls around and buys beers and smokes for the kids that go there. You'll have a better chance at getting somewhere with them then with this here.

I proceeded to shoot down every feeble attempt at game as I loaded the girls into the car.

Teenager. Ha!
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Boss: (walks into cube while I'm on the iPod) What are you listening to?

Me: (listening to Nas' Makings of a Perfect Bitch) Oh... Nothing.
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There are songs that tug at my heart strings. Then there are songs that yank at them.

John Legend's Ordinary People reduces me to a puddle of blubbering, runny mascara and sniffling.

Now, pardon me while I turn up this song to tune out my uncontrolable sobbing.

Any songs do that for you?
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I'm having lip numbness.

I had tongue numbness a while ago and two of ya'll said maybe I had botulism.

Well, I got the botulism again, ya'll. My lips are numb. They're already on the big-ish side. They feel like they're huge since they've become numb.

Why do I keep getting botulism ya'll?!
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