falling of the face of the earth
I think that the next time I will write on here, I will announce my pregnancy.
'Til then, you guys know where to find me...
...and for you dense muthafuckas, find me on my xanga. Wish me much baby dust y'all...
Thursday, May 18, 2006
Monday, April 17, 2006
straight G-H-E-T-T-O
for y'alls that have a blog, translate it here.
This is what "ghetto Dawn" writes like!
for y'alls that have a blog, translate it here.
This is what "ghetto Dawn" writes like!
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
put yo stunna shades on
Last night, B and I went to a fundraiser at Cal-Skate in Milpitas. It was pretty fun considering that I haven't skated in about 15 years! It all went to a good cause though...those Rentar Girls! We went to El Torito for dinner and I asked my goddaughter to show me her thizzface...and she did it! OH MAN...I wish I had a camera for that!
Last night, B and I went to a fundraiser at Cal-Skate in Milpitas. It was pretty fun considering that I haven't skated in about 15 years! It all went to a good cause though...those Rentar Girls! We went to El Torito for dinner and I asked my goddaughter to show me her thizzface...and she did it! OH MAN...I wish I had a camera for that!
Monday, March 13, 2006
and lame-o was her name-o
For those of you that know me well (or have at least some kind of encounter with me), I talk a lot of shit. Some of you love me for it, most do not. On theknot.com, they did not love me for it. There is something about wedding planning that makes women crazy and to be completely honest, I was just tired of seeing the same people post and the same dumb questions asked (um, hello? Have you people never heard of Google?). So yeah, I've made a few friends, but more enemies and as long as I don't find a severed horse head on my bed, I think I'll be okay.
Painting is fun, but very tiring. It's even more tiring when it is done to a home that is about 2700 square feet.
For those of you that know me well (or have at least some kind of encounter with me), I talk a lot of shit. Some of you love me for it, most do not. On theknot.com, they did not love me for it. There is something about wedding planning that makes women crazy and to be completely honest, I was just tired of seeing the same people post and the same dumb questions asked (um, hello? Have you people never heard of Google?). So yeah, I've made a few friends, but more enemies and as long as I don't find a severed horse head on my bed, I think I'll be okay.
Painting is fun, but very tiring. It's even more tiring when it is done to a home that is about 2700 square feet.
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
the bitch is back
Did you fuckers miss me? Probably not. HAHAHAHA.
I've been cheating on my blogs with message boards. I know, I know...but it's hard to write when no one really responds. Not that I'm an attention whore or anything (who am I kidding, yeah I am), but I like when people respond to me. Within the span of 3 weeks, I managed to piss several Bay Area Brides and Brides to be off, got myself banned from a message board twice and met a couple of really cool chicks. I guess you can say I've been busy, but it's nice to meet new people.
With that said, DO NOT EVER GO ON THEKNOT.COM THEY ARE A BUNCH OF SHADY ASS MUTHA FUCKAS AND I HOPE THAT SOMEONE SHITS ON THEIR LAWNS AND PEES IN THEIR CHEERIOS.
Did you fuckers miss me? Probably not. HAHAHAHA.
I've been cheating on my blogs with message boards. I know, I know...but it's hard to write when no one really responds. Not that I'm an attention whore or anything (who am I kidding, yeah I am), but I like when people respond to me. Within the span of 3 weeks, I managed to piss several Bay Area Brides and Brides to be off, got myself banned from a message board twice and met a couple of really cool chicks. I guess you can say I've been busy, but it's nice to meet new people.
With that said, DO NOT EVER GO ON THEKNOT.COM THEY ARE A BUNCH OF SHADY ASS MUTHA FUCKAS AND I HOPE THAT SOMEONE SHITS ON THEIR LAWNS AND PEES IN THEIR CHEERIOS.
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
empathy
I hate it when people say, "I'm sorry you feel that way." 9 times out of 10, one is never sorry for the way another person feels, they just say that shit just to make it sound like they're concerned in some way. I don't buy that.
"I don't appreciate the fact that you belittle me in such a way."
"I'm sorry you feel that way."
I hate it when people say, "I'm sorry you feel that way." 9 times out of 10, one is never sorry for the way another person feels, they just say that shit just to make it sound like they're concerned in some way. I don't buy that.
"I don't appreciate the fact that you belittle me in such a way."
"I'm sorry you feel that way."
Sunday, February 12, 2006
greener pastures
I'm envious. Scratch that...I'm raging with jealousy right now. I don't know if it's because I've become more observant, but it seems as though everyone around me is either pregnant or has given birth within the last 6 months. What the fuck is up with that shit? So much for trying not to think about it...man. Who knew that this stuff would be so hard?
I'm envious. Scratch that...I'm raging with jealousy right now. I don't know if it's because I've become more observant, but it seems as though everyone around me is either pregnant or has given birth within the last 6 months. What the fuck is up with that shit? So much for trying not to think about it...man. Who knew that this stuff would be so hard?
Monday, February 06, 2006
disconnected
I missed my homie's wedding this weekend because of a prior engagement (read: really expensive Warrior tickets for husband's Christmas/birthday present) and it got me thinking about how disconnected I am with my homies back in the UNE. I know that we all grow up eventually and go our different ways, but it's still hard to know that you made a lot of memories with these people and suddenly you find yourself surrounded by different people, people who you don't have much of a history with and who you never really feel completely comfortable around. Then you see your friends from you hometown and how their lives have changed (always for the good, thank God), but then you quickly realize that you play no integral part in it. It's almost like your watching a concert, you're a part of it in the sense that you are a spectator, but never really in the spotlight.
I know that it's just a simple fact of life that we all can't remain the same that we did, but if no one truly makes the effort is it a lost cause? Do I just cut my losses and move on? If that's the case, then I feel like it was all wasted and that I should have been more focused with the relationships that I know would stick. But I suppose you never know until life unfolds...
I missed my homie's wedding this weekend because of a prior engagement (read: really expensive Warrior tickets for husband's Christmas/birthday present) and it got me thinking about how disconnected I am with my homies back in the UNE. I know that we all grow up eventually and go our different ways, but it's still hard to know that you made a lot of memories with these people and suddenly you find yourself surrounded by different people, people who you don't have much of a history with and who you never really feel completely comfortable around. Then you see your friends from you hometown and how their lives have changed (always for the good, thank God), but then you quickly realize that you play no integral part in it. It's almost like your watching a concert, you're a part of it in the sense that you are a spectator, but never really in the spotlight.
I know that it's just a simple fact of life that we all can't remain the same that we did, but if no one truly makes the effort is it a lost cause? Do I just cut my losses and move on? If that's the case, then I feel like it was all wasted and that I should have been more focused with the relationships that I know would stick. But I suppose you never know until life unfolds...
Friday, January 20, 2006
Thursday, January 12, 2006
my first time
I remember that it was on a bus, on our way to a band competition. I was curious and nervous about putting something foreign in my body, yet I was compelled to it. People talked about how good it was and I wanted to be a part of that hype. Your first time is never what you expected and that’s exactly how it went.
Over the years, I had gotten used to the feeling but in college it turned into an addiction. I had to have it 2-3 times a day. Whether it was with friends, a special someone or on my own, I just couldn’t fight the urges. After moving back to the Bay, I became more adventurous. I tried different things, all to my liking. I even got my husband to try those things with me. I crossed the line to what most people call “raw.”
I love sushi.
Y’all can get your heads out of the gutter now, sheesh.
I remember that it was on a bus, on our way to a band competition. I was curious and nervous about putting something foreign in my body, yet I was compelled to it. People talked about how good it was and I wanted to be a part of that hype. Your first time is never what you expected and that’s exactly how it went.
Over the years, I had gotten used to the feeling but in college it turned into an addiction. I had to have it 2-3 times a day. Whether it was with friends, a special someone or on my own, I just couldn’t fight the urges. After moving back to the Bay, I became more adventurous. I tried different things, all to my liking. I even got my husband to try those things with me. I crossed the line to what most people call “raw.”
I love sushi.
Y’all can get your heads out of the gutter now, sheesh.
Monday, January 09, 2006
current events
I’ve been following this coal mining explosion story. First, they were trapped trying to be rescued. Then, all but one survived. A few hours later, all but one died. Families were heartbroken and outraged, rightly so, until closure in the form of notes left by the miners from the great beyond let them know that they “just went to sleep.” It got me thinking about our own morality. Some days, I think about how great life is and what it has in store. Then I think about getting older and dying. I know that it’s just a part of the journey we call life, but sometimes you can’t help thinking about it. **EDIT: I meant "mortality." Thank you Anonymous.**
I’ve been following this coal mining explosion story. First, they were trapped trying to be rescued. Then, all but one survived. A few hours later, all but one died. Families were heartbroken and outraged, rightly so, until closure in the form of notes left by the miners from the great beyond let them know that they “just went to sleep.” It got me thinking about our own morality. Some days, I think about how great life is and what it has in store. Then I think about getting older and dying. I know that it’s just a part of the journey we call life, but sometimes you can’t help thinking about it. **EDIT: I meant "mortality." Thank you Anonymous.**
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