The wanderlust I’ve repressed for the last few months is kicking up. It’s like every month I’m itching to go somewhere and explore.
I applied at some schools for the spring semester. This is it. Either I’m gonna do it now and be focused or scrap the school shit and start pimpin’ all over the world. No bullshit.
Almost June. Already made up my mind about my new move. So thrilled.
Last year I stepped out on a whim to explore and better myself. I came to terms with what I can tolerate and the limits I put into motion that reduced me from being better. If I never attempt how could I ever look back and be happy with my choices?
Though I haven’t actually come to terms with it yet, I’ve realized that I’m quite proficient at living off of the bare minimum. Obviously no safety net makes us all more focused and our balance much more important.
My mom asked me when I was going to bring home a grandchild the other day.
She cray.
I hate when I miss the opportunity to meet someone.
I suck so bad.
Taco Truck inside of Revel. Obviously we’re stalking Bey but had to stop for grub.
In a little more than six months 2013 will be here and God willing I’ll be off on a new adventure.
The excitement is unbelievable.
Am I the only one who sees how lackluster this “relationship” is? Or find it quite convenient that Kanye spit about her in Mercy and now she magically appears on his arm. It screams desperate for attention and Kim does the most to stay relevant.
‘Ye just looks as if he’s laughing at her. And I notice that he hardly ever touches her. Body language always tells the truth. Especially since we’ve seen him in the past with both Amber and Alexis showing much love.
Hope he’s knockin’ it down tho.
(via heymamore91)
Last night I attended a housewarming party for Ms. Very which was full of drunken ridiculousness. I did enjoy an unsuccessful attempt to hook one of my prudish coworkers up with a 23 year old guy who still enjoys playing with light sabers. Which he had to bring out and show us, though I must say the vibrating handle really grabbed my attention. Pretty nifty.
I made an amazing love connection myself with Chris the PR guy from Rochester. Who did inform me he was gay which didn’t deter me in the slightest. But please remember I had a load of craptastic beer and a swig or two of Captain Morgan’s.
Anyhoo the key point I wanted to stress is that my boo thang knows me so well. My prudish coworker likes complain that I never show up when she invites me out anywhere and my boo let her know exactly why “Are you inviting her out to eat? Dinelle only comes out if there’s food.” I swear my heart opened up right there! Why would I waste my gas to come over to your house to watch tv? Or some other inane task? Bitch throw some food in the mix and I’ll be there in 10 minutes!!
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She mushed the shit outta him. Good for her. He was all up in her space.
(Source: ForGIFs.com)
