I came to the conclusion tonight that I need to find some friends who don’t smoke/ drink. Being around people shitting themselves, throwing up everywhere, being loud & obnoxious, and all that other stuff you would associate with being under the influence, just doesn’t compliment who I am well. I’m…
So relevant except I decided that since I’m not around my friends who act like this very often I’ll just watch from a distance and observe. My main homie is sober so when we’re together it’s chill. *shrugs* Yeah more sober friends would be kool, but whatever. I’m learning that every is under some kind of influence.
A strong man sees a strong woman as powerful. A weak man thinks a strong woman is “too controlling” or “too brash” A weak man needs a weak(er) woman for him to feel strong. A man who tries to look for strength through weak-minded people is not a man at all.
Why do I feel like I’mma let this girl talk me into going Downtown? smh if I’m stuck in Downtown L.A. @ some random club and some shit jumps off then I wont have a way home -_-
I want to stay home because I know my luck will get me into trouble.
Yeah @ this point I’m on #OperationStayHome
“Anyone can make a promise when they’re high or drunk… The celebration of the New year, should not be filled with Drunken Babbling-but rather MINDFUL thinking.
Tonight’s Dare: DEDICATE YOUR MIND, BODY AND SOUL- to the CLEAR and FREE.”—Dr. D’elve Je Veux IIII (via poeticmemo)
Naw bro. I was feeling some kind of way because I couldn’t afford to go out for New Year’s Eve. smh I don’t think it’s meant to be.
It’s mad crazy how I’m usually down for stupid shit like this, but I’m sincerely chilled the fuck out.
I’m quite fine staying home and drinking some apple cider and having my shrimp cocktail.
I should just stay home tomorrow night like planned, but when she said she’d pay for gas and my admission to this club I had to say “I’m down.”
I saw that video and smh I need to … idk what I need to do to prepare for that!!!!!!! I’ll be overdressed. See I like to dance and whatnot, but I don’t want to be in some dank spot w/ sweaty people with no clothes on.
I mean if I were with my homies I wouldn’t flip out about no clothes being on or whatever cuz I know my people. I’m not down to be in the middle of orgy around complete strangers. We’d come to some kind of census about if this was the Freak-Nik or shit just some freak shit.
I swear if I’m not with my group of homies I somehow get common sense and an acute sense of safety. Ugh to think I was that close of going down to ratchetville.
I don’t know what it is, but “parties” just don’t attract me like concerts. I don’t like drunks. I can deal with people being blazed and few drunks, but just solid drunks everywhere is disgusting. *shrugs*
I think the thing that is really pissing me off is I hate wasting my clothes. I would hate to get all dressed up and have my shit fucked up while everyone else is just in jeans and shit. I don’t have party jeans. I go out to have fun and I’m dressed to the nines. The idea of being somewhere and people aren’t dressed as I would be is sooooo unattractive.
Call me stuck up or prissy af, but at least I have standards. Shit, like this is why I don’t like to “party” . I can fucntion, but parties tend to make me sick just thinking about them.
This is just too complicated. I’mma call it quits and let her know that if she’s still down to pay for my admission to a club and gas I’ll drive her. I need to stick to concerts. -_- I do not vibe with this other bullshit.
because that is all that is on my mind. I just had the most intensely fufilling lil run in my backyard con mis sobrinos. I think they are slowing me down a bit, but heck I’m not going to tell them to stop running with me. Lol I mean they will be two kids I wont have to worry about being a childhood case of obesity, not as long as I’m here. …uh okay so 2 months - a year I know they will not become butteballs. Seems good enough lol.
I don’t have a scale. I should really weigh myself, but I don’t want to go downstairs to do it. Having my aunt watch me on the scale is not an ideal situation. I’d love their support on this fitness part of this, but she is a bit too neurotic for my taste. lol I wouldn’t mind her being anal while helping me get fit, but I don’t want a watch dog telling me not to eat this and that. I am bad enough on myself, limiting shit out of my life.
Mmm that run felt GOOOOOOOOOOD!! I kept running until I had to break for the kids. Then I continued until I was either tired or the grass made me itchy. uhh usually it’s the grass making me itchy.
I’m so hyped!! I’m just kinda pissed off because okay this is so insignificant, but it pissed me off. So, I was going to wear these jeans and I couldn’t close them. -_- All of my other clothes fit, but these high waisted suckers just want to taunt me in that bathroom mirror. Watch and I’ll put them on like next week and they’ll fit. Clothes like to be emotionally bitchy for no fucking reason. smh
On a good note, I’m obsessed with my thighs though. OMFG!! I want muscular thighs like nobody’s business. I’m on my way :DD
Motivation is key!! Determination too. I just like need a whole bunch of -ations to conquer right now.