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Hate, Hate, Hate, Hate, Hate... I Don't Care What Bitches Say... I Don't Even Look That Way...

Ok, I am lying, apparently I do care what bitches say. In this case, male bitches.

I've never had a love for Facebook. It was something to have to keep in touch with peeps... but I've never really been a fan of how dependant people are of it, and how things get a stamp of approval once it's been posted on facebook.

You know Jenny is really pregnant when she puts it on her status.
You know John and Elly are really serious when they change their relationship status.
True story, my neighbor caught her boyfriend lying about his whereabouts because of a picture he posted on facebook. Psh, stupid now EX boyfriend of hers.

During my trip to the Poconos with Ting we took a really nice picture. It was nice, sepia, and Ting looked good in it. It was genuinely a nice picture. I put it as my default for no other reason then IT WAS A NICE PICTURE.

Oh Holy Shit.

I have never, not even when I was engaged received so many messages (not even comments) about a picture. How many male haters are out there?

I had a few people just ask who he was, I don't really post too much of my personal info on there. I try not to make my status' too personal whenever I do update them, so I can see why people would get curious... but adult male haters? Really? I mean, no, really? I am lacking a huge amount of understanding with this one. I am very over protective with things I care about. I am super over protective with my mother, my sisters, and apparently my relationship with Ting.

I deactivated my account, for now at least. I was caught off guard with this.

Moving on. My girls have decided they want to have a slutty dress night out. Those of you who know us personally know that we aren't those kinds of girls that wear those dresses you have to keep pulling down at the club. I DON'T EVEN OWN ONE. But I have two newly single ladies in my inner circle, and one not so newly but still single lady (PANG, my sister)... and if these newly founded sluts want to have a night out in some of those dresses- I can suck it up for one night.

I went out and shopped where the sluts shop. I am not a girl with a shape, so finding a dress wasn't easy... but I found one. WITH PLEATHER lol. Yes, you read right. That being said, stay tuned for the follow up blog next month about this night. It's scheduled for the weekend of May 21st. I will post a pic.

A Hello MIGHT Have Killed Him

OH. MY. GOD.

Yes, I had to start the post off by saying that.
THIS MAN CEASES TO AMAZE ME.
Who else do you think I am speaking of?
Take a wild guess...

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I get to the salsa party at the Empire State building (this should be your first clue as to who I am referring to), everyone and their mother is at this party. It is packed! Hard to walk, even more difficult to dance in. I make my way through the crowd greeting everyone I know along the way when I stumble upon a large group of people I know.

I stop completely to say my hello's. I am introduced to some people I have never formally met and there stands Scarf.

I know how to be civil, especially in such an adult environment. I said hello to everyone there. Everyone there knows Scarf and I are friends, they have seen us speak and dance before. The correct thing to do is to acknowledge the fact that he is standing RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY FACE.

In My World I ROCK: "Hey Scarf"
Scarf : rolls his eyes and gives me the "whats up" head bop without even looking at me.

This saggy skin, bad breath, balding 40 year old man needs to stop his shit. Seriously. I will no longer make the effort to be civil with him. I will treat him the way he wants to be treated, like he does not exist.

I have done NOTHING to him- I seriously do not understand... and I will stop trying to understand.

Natural Beauty

I am sad to admit that I have become a reality T.V. junkie. One show that I randomly got caught up watching is SEX REHAB with Dr. Drew.

One of the exercises on the last episode was for the women only, they had to remove their make up (after they spent all morning putting it on). A few of the women on the show had a really hard time with this for various reasons. One of them thought she looked like a boy without make up... And never left her house without it.

This got me thinking- I know a few people who don't walk out of their house without make up... My cousin Grace is one of them, my little sister is kind of one of these people as well...
I noticed I am also (as of this year) becoming one of these people who need to put on a little blush to step out of my house because I am so damn pale. Well, today I stepped out of my house WITHOUT any make up. One day, not today, I will go party without make up. I dare all of you to do the same. One night of the natural face OUT.

Good luck to those with the cojones to do it :)

Only as old as you feel?

Age is nothing but a number MY ASS. I turned 25 this past February (which I had a hard time accepting) and to me this meant I was officially an ADULT adult, not just an adult by law. This meant, in my head, that adult things will start happening to me.

And they have.

Since turning 25 I have noticed a few grey hairs in my bangs. I always said I will not color my hair until needed. I don't age gracefully, almost time to color this bad boy.

Today I got somewhat of a stiff neck from looking up too fast. Seriously, WTF.

Now I almost NEED a Red Bull to be able to party, as opposed to just wanting it before. This leads me to the next point... I have noticed my yawns becoming more frequent when I'm out.
I got mistaken for a 17 year old last week while at the grocery store with Fitness. So I know without make up I look young but this feeling old business... ::sigh::

My little sister is about to turn 21. She will no longer need to use my I.D. to get into places.

ON A BRIGHTER NOTE

I had an abnormal papsmere at my last check up with Dr. McDreamy, yeah... my gyno is hot. The next step was to take a biopsy to check if there were any cancerous cells. The doctor tells me it takes about a week to get the results...

A week comes and goes.

It is now two weeks and no response. YOU DONT TELL ME I MIGHT HAVE CANCEROUS CELLS AND NOT CALL ME WHEN YOU GET THE RESULTS.

Two weeks after the biopsy was done I call and everything is okay. NO cancerous cells. Whew and HOORAY!