Tuesday, July 13, 2010
ever wonder...
Ever wonder what a girl really feels like when you ask her what's wrong and she says 'I'm fine'? Here's the insider scoop on gals and our messed up heads:
Sunday, June 27, 2010
a little quote
"I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best."
— Marilyn Monroe
— Marilyn Monroe
and as i go i sing here we go again!
A year's gone by in a blink, and all of a sudden I'm this twenty two year old with nothing but big dreams and a few leassons learnt, in her pocket. It's been yet another year full of adventures, some heart clenching and some smile worthy, full of laughs and tears and lots of new experiences that have made me confront myself over and over, to see the things that I don't want to see about me and work on my flaws. It's funny, going back to my last birthday and realizing I'm such a different person now, because while some new defects have popped up, I've also matured quite a bit. You see, around this time last year, I was still this scared little girl, still hung up on a guy that no longer returned her feelings, thinking she didn't have a friend in the world, and feeling like a complete trainwreck. A rather daunting picture, if you ask me about it.
Last Friday I just spent the best birthday of my life, not only because I had the time of my life, but because I learned so much about myself, some good things and others not so good. I learned I haven't been such a horrible person after all, and that I've collected a nice group of good friends, that despite the odds popped in to say congratulations, even if it was just a simple message on facebook (which now that I think of it, is the best thing since sliced bread). I also learned that no matter how much time has passed by, people still want to hang out, so I must have done something right, no? I learned that the best surprises come from friends with big imaginations, that can make you tear up with their thoughtful presents. I was also forced to confront the fact that I can become an incredibly possessive, crazy-jealous biotch that demands all eyes on her and goes coco for coco puffs when someone even hints at the fact that there is someone better looking in the room. It took a few comments, acid stares and even a friend's hurt feelings to notice my competitive spirit has taken me so far as to shut out everyone else when I'm around a certain person and act like goddamn Cleopatra.
All in all, I wouldn't have changed a single thing of what's happened, and while I had a ball this past year, I cannot wait to see what year 22 brings to my life. I've got new plans, a new attitude, and hopes that are sky-high. It's time for a bit of a readjustment, time to throw out the old and bring in the new, time to drop my childish behavior and start acting a bit more age-appropiate, time to drop the walls I've put up in so many areas of my life, time for an improved me. Something tells me this year is going to be quite the rollercoaster.
Last Friday I just spent the best birthday of my life, not only because I had the time of my life, but because I learned so much about myself, some good things and others not so good. I learned I haven't been such a horrible person after all, and that I've collected a nice group of good friends, that despite the odds popped in to say congratulations, even if it was just a simple message on facebook (which now that I think of it, is the best thing since sliced bread). I also learned that no matter how much time has passed by, people still want to hang out, so I must have done something right, no? I learned that the best surprises come from friends with big imaginations, that can make you tear up with their thoughtful presents. I was also forced to confront the fact that I can become an incredibly possessive, crazy-jealous biotch that demands all eyes on her and goes coco for coco puffs when someone even hints at the fact that there is someone better looking in the room. It took a few comments, acid stares and even a friend's hurt feelings to notice my competitive spirit has taken me so far as to shut out everyone else when I'm around a certain person and act like goddamn Cleopatra.
All in all, I wouldn't have changed a single thing of what's happened, and while I had a ball this past year, I cannot wait to see what year 22 brings to my life. I've got new plans, a new attitude, and hopes that are sky-high. It's time for a bit of a readjustment, time to throw out the old and bring in the new, time to drop my childish behavior and start acting a bit more age-appropiate, time to drop the walls I've put up in so many areas of my life, time for an improved me. Something tells me this year is going to be quite the rollercoaster.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
randomness
I don't want to be this girl.
I want to be the girl that uplaods funny pictures of herself and her boyfriend to facebook. I want to be the girl that runs into familiar faces when she's out, that is always taking calls and texts from friends, asking to meet up. I want to be the girl that lands the job of her dreams. Or any job, at that. I want to be the girl that doesn't wish she could be anywhere but home, that actually likes spending every single day with her parents.
I don't want to be the girl that resents people for not calling her. I don't want to be the girl that wishes she were some heroine off the pages of a book, instead of herself. I don't want to be the girl that feels like everyone else has gone off and gotten a life of their own, except her. I don't want to be the girl that watches reruns all day in bed, stuffing her face and pretending everything is ok, when she should be having the best summer of her life. I don't want to be the girl that isn't even looking forward to her birthday, because everyone seems to be taking so little interest, including herself.
No, I don't want to be that girl. I don't want to be that girl at all.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
made my day
Ok so I just had to share this will you all. It's a letter from this woman to the Regional Manager of Procter & Gamble. It's almost as if I wrote it!!!! Hope you gals have a laugh.
Dear Mr. Thatcher,
I have been a loyal user of your 'Always' maxi pads for over 20 years and I appreciate many of their features. Why, without the LeakGuard Core or Dri-Weave absorbency, I'd probably never go horseback riding or salsa dancing, and I'd certainly steer clear of running up and down the beach in tight, white shorts. But my favorite feature has to be your revolutionary Flexi-Wings. Kudos on being the only company smart enough to realize how crucial it is that maxi pads be aerodynamic. I can't tell you how safe and secure I feel each month knowing there's a little F-16 in my pants.
Have you ever had a menstrual period, Mr. Thatcher? Ever suffered from 'the curse'? I'm guessing you haven't. Well, my time of the month is starting right now. As I type, I can already feel hormonal forces violently surging through my body. Just a few minutes from now, my body will adjust and I'll be transformed into what my husband likes to call 'an inbred hillbilly with knife skills.' Isn't the human body amazing?
As Brand Manager in the Feminine-Hygiene Division, you've no doubt seen quite a bit of research on what exactly happens during your customer's monthly visits from 'Aunt Flo'. Therefore, you must know about the bloating, puffiness, and cramping we endure, and about our intense mood swings, crying jags, and out-of-control behavior. You surely realize it's a tough time for most women. In fact, only last week, my friend Jennifer fought the violent urge to shove her boyfriend's testicles into a George Foreman Grill just because he told her he thought Grey's Anatomy was written by drunken chimps. Crazy!
The point is, sir, you of all people must realize that America is just crawling with homicidal maniacs in Capri pants... Which brings me to the reason for my letter. Last month, while in the throes of cramping so painful I wanted to reach inside my body and yank out my uterus, I opened an Always maxi-pad, and there, printed on the adhesive backing, were these words: 'Have a Happy Period.'
Are you f------ kidding me? What I mean is, does any part of your tiny middle-manager brain really think happiness - actual smiling, laughing happiness, is possible during a menstrual period? Did anything mentioned above sound the least bit pleasurable? Well, did it, James? FYI, unless you're some kind of sick S&M freak, there will never be anything 'happy' about a day in which you have to jack yourself up on Motrin and Kahlua and lock yourself in your house just so you don't march down to the local Walgreen's armed with a hunting rifle and a sketchy plan to end your life in a blaze of glory.
For the love of God, pull your head out, man! If you have to slap a moronic message on a maxi pad, wouldn't it make more sense to say something that's actually pertinent, like 'Put down the Hammer' or 'Vehicular Manslaughter is Wrong', or are you just picking on us?
Sir, please inform your Accounting Department that, effective immediately, there will be an $8 drop in monthly profits, for I have chosen to take my maxi-pad business elsewhere. And though I will certainly miss your Flex-Wings, I will not for one minute miss your brand of condescending bullshit. And that's a promise I will keep.
Always. . .
Wendi Aarons
Austin , T X
AHORA ENTIENDES NEPO??????
Dear Mr. Thatcher,
I have been a loyal user of your 'Always' maxi pads for over 20 years and I appreciate many of their features. Why, without the LeakGuard Core or Dri-Weave absorbency, I'd probably never go horseback riding or salsa dancing, and I'd certainly steer clear of running up and down the beach in tight, white shorts. But my favorite feature has to be your revolutionary Flexi-Wings. Kudos on being the only company smart enough to realize how crucial it is that maxi pads be aerodynamic. I can't tell you how safe and secure I feel each month knowing there's a little F-16 in my pants.
Have you ever had a menstrual period, Mr. Thatcher? Ever suffered from 'the curse'? I'm guessing you haven't. Well, my time of the month is starting right now. As I type, I can already feel hormonal forces violently surging through my body. Just a few minutes from now, my body will adjust and I'll be transformed into what my husband likes to call 'an inbred hillbilly with knife skills.' Isn't the human body amazing?
As Brand Manager in the Feminine-Hygiene Division, you've no doubt seen quite a bit of research on what exactly happens during your customer's monthly visits from 'Aunt Flo'. Therefore, you must know about the bloating, puffiness, and cramping we endure, and about our intense mood swings, crying jags, and out-of-control behavior. You surely realize it's a tough time for most women. In fact, only last week, my friend Jennifer fought the violent urge to shove her boyfriend's testicles into a George Foreman Grill just because he told her he thought Grey's Anatomy was written by drunken chimps. Crazy!
The point is, sir, you of all people must realize that America is just crawling with homicidal maniacs in Capri pants... Which brings me to the reason for my letter. Last month, while in the throes of cramping so painful I wanted to reach inside my body and yank out my uterus, I opened an Always maxi-pad, and there, printed on the adhesive backing, were these words: 'Have a Happy Period.'
Are you f------ kidding me? What I mean is, does any part of your tiny middle-manager brain really think happiness - actual smiling, laughing happiness, is possible during a menstrual period? Did anything mentioned above sound the least bit pleasurable? Well, did it, James? FYI, unless you're some kind of sick S&M freak, there will never be anything 'happy' about a day in which you have to jack yourself up on Motrin and Kahlua and lock yourself in your house just so you don't march down to the local Walgreen's armed with a hunting rifle and a sketchy plan to end your life in a blaze of glory.
For the love of God, pull your head out, man! If you have to slap a moronic message on a maxi pad, wouldn't it make more sense to say something that's actually pertinent, like 'Put down the Hammer' or 'Vehicular Manslaughter is Wrong', or are you just picking on us?
Sir, please inform your Accounting Department that, effective immediately, there will be an $8 drop in monthly profits, for I have chosen to take my maxi-pad business elsewhere. And though I will certainly miss your Flex-Wings, I will not for one minute miss your brand of condescending bullshit. And that's a promise I will keep.
Always. . .
Wendi Aarons
Austin , T X
AHORA ENTIENDES NEPO??????
Saturday, April 17, 2010
JUST LIVE!
Get dirty. Get fucking filthy. Get poor. Get off your ass. Get desperate. Get dangerous. Get vilified. Get vile. Get romantic. Get fucked. Get moving. Get productive. Get pro-active. Get started. Get your own life. Get doing something. Anything.
Because before you know it you're 40 with kids, a mortgage, and responsabilites that cause your fun to come second.
So before cancer, before children, before 50 hour work week, before back and knee problems, before school loans, before you loose your sense of humor...
Fight.
Fight and fuck and run and smile. Smile because the older you get, the less you will.
So yes, quit being such a goddamn pussy because bitching and whining and worrying never made anything better.
Because before you know it you're 40 with kids, a mortgage, and responsabilites that cause your fun to come second.
So before cancer, before children, before 50 hour work week, before back and knee problems, before school loans, before you loose your sense of humor...
Fight.
Fight and fuck and run and smile. Smile because the older you get, the less you will.
So yes, quit being such a goddamn pussy because bitching and whining and worrying never made anything better.
GO LIVE BITCHES.
