Play That Funky Music, White Girl
Jun 7, 2009 Friendship, Out of Wicked's Mouth, Random, Ranteriffic, The Tarably Wicked Show, Thoughts and Perceptions, bitch
How was your weekend? What did you do? Mine was jam-packed, but not in a bad way.
Apparently I missed the memo that covered the following:
1) People are fucking negative
2) We are not, for any reason what so ever, allowed to have any fun on a beautiful day… especially not a Friday.
3) Haters are taking over the world.
On Friday, Tara came and picked me up from work to go hit up this place in Ballard that had been abandoned by tenants and the landlords had posted an ad on craigslist to offer up the goods for free. Tara desperately needs a couch, so it was totally worth going by to check it out. No couches worth snagging, but we got a dresser for Charli. All it needed was a new coat of paint. (which I did today because I am so productive and awesome.)
On our way there, we were listening to … rap music … loudly … like good little girls do on a sunny Friday in Seattle. (if you have never been to Seattle on a beautiful day… words do it no justice.) Our windows down, music blaring… singing with pretend microphones as if we were in concert… and we started noticing dirty looks, upturned noses and people rolling their windows up (read: 7). <— REALLY?!
To all of you fucking Negative Nancy’s and Norman’s out there: “K.I.M.B.A.” (kiss it: my beautiful ass.)
I am so sick of the negativity in the world today. Like, soooooooooo o o o o o sick of it.
SO WHAT if the music is blaring?
SO WHAT if it isn’t your genre?
SO WHAT if I am singing like a stray cat in heat at the top of my lungs.
Just allow 2 amazingly beautiful, positive girls to live their lives and have a little bit of fun. That is all I am saying.
This weekend taught Tara and I that our friendship isn’t flawless. We had a misunderstanding, and realized that as much as we thought we could just look at each other and just know what the other person is thinking… sometimes we don’t. And that is okay. It is humbling to know that if I need to tell my best friend about herself, I can and she will accept it for what it is, and vice versa. We also learned that it is okay to be mad as long as we talk about it and move forward.
I think our friendship went a little deeper than before this weekend. She is my Louise. <3
Lastly:
(While watching Kendra. YES I watch Kendra. She is funny, so shutit.)
Me: “If we had a bachelorette pad, we would have a stripper pole.”
Tarable: “Yep. And a double shower.”
Me: “With glass doors. We would have big fat shower orgies.”
Tarable: “I want mirrors everywhere.”
Me: “I want mirrors in the shower.”
Tarable: (cracking the fuck up.) “You are SUCH a slut.”
Me: “WHAT!?”
Tarable: “SUCH a slut.”
What is your favorite movie?
Would you have a stripper pole in your house?
What about mirrors in your shower?
Do you need to tell someone to K.I.M.B.A today?
Tags: HI HATER, music, negative, road trip, seattle, thelma and louise
A Friday Blah-g
May 14, 2009 Friendship, Out of Wicked's Mouth, Ranteriffic, Relationships, Sex, This Thing Called Marriage., Thoughts and Perceptions, Wicked Wisdoms, bitch, love
TGIMFF Bitches!!!!!!!!! Woooooooooooo!
Seriously. I am so over the following:
1) This week.
2) This JOB and all of the fake-y people that surround me here.
3) This quarter. Specifically my teacher. Bless his heart but for the fucking love stop repeating yourself. I have heard the same stories at least 3 times already. I. Am. Over it. Oh and PS … ambiguity is not cute. Nor is it funny. Just answer the mother fucking question. K?!
My lovely friend Danelle won the “I Never” game from yesterday’s blog. Her prize was the choice of what my next TMI Post will be next week. Way to be diligent D! You rocked that shit!
For those of you who care… *cough*tricky*cough* Here are the answers to the game:
I never have pooped in front of Donovan. True
I never masturbate. Really?!
I never had sex in high school. False
I never was a stripper. False
I never passed out in D’s roommates bathroom naked. False
I never have been fisted. False
I never have pooped my pants. True
I never used heroin. True
I never have been donkey punched. True
I never have worn my strap on in public. False
Alllrighty then…
Lately I my ears have been taken over by the sound waves of those in some sort of love-anguish… whether it be the ending of a long drawn out relationship… the fear of possibly beginning one with some one, or not knowing if love will ever find them… again or at all.
For those of you who know me well… either because you are in my circle of trust
or because you pay the fuck attention to my blogs…
… then you are fully aware of my love of all things ‘being in love’ ‘finding love’ and/or ‘twitterpation’.
However something has tainted the water for most of the people I am around that has left a bitter taste in all of their mouths. No one is interested in hearing my Tony Robbins – esque Love Motivational Speeches!
What is going on!? This is no bueno!!!!
Wicked is not pleased. Not one iota. I will not live in a love-less world. Nope. You cant convince this girl that we are destined to be lonely, evil, bitter people cooped up in our own little hermit worlds.
With that said, I am damn grateful that I am not ISO. If, goddess forbid, D and I were to split up I am pretty damn sure that I would tell dating to fucking suck it as quick as it came to my door with some stale generic chocolates and grocery store flower bouquets.
Bring a bitch some Godiva for once, Ya digg?!
I feel for you, Daters… Love -Pursuers… ISOers… I really really do. But don’t ask this bitch to walk a mile in your shoes… because I will gladly hop in my car-o-commitment and drive that mile over walking it in a motherfucking heart beat.
What are you over about this week? Purge it here so it is left behind and you can truly enjoy your weekends.
Name 2 people you would take on a road trip with. Where would you go and why them?
Serious homework related question: What is the craziest sign you have ever read that was being held by a homeless person?
Tags: blog, commitment, dating, donkey punch, homeless, i never, love, poop, road trip
