My life now.. I'm moving forward but my heart remains in the same place.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
On the phone..
with Kewan. He's talking about being high on that Yao Ming. AhHa, whatev. and while this is all happening, I have my girlie on my left singing to my Blogspot's song that is currently playing (Ego by Beyonce ft. Kanye West.)
It's been a long while since I've really updated any of my blogs, not tumblr nor twitter or here. What the FUCK is going on here?
It's been a long while since I've really updated any of my blogs, not tumblr nor twitter or here. What the FUCK is going on here?
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
The Plane has Landed.
So I landed yesterday at about approximately 11:42 in the p.m. Only one thing came to my mind at that very moment.. "FML." I felt like this since the moment I booked the ticket to go back to Philadelphia. It's just not for me anymore..
My flight back was close to horrible.. from Atlanta to Philadelphia, my ears WAS POPPING, and it wasn't even a good thing. Shit was horrible right off the back; it woke me the hell up from my sleep. Freak.
Yaki was cool. I was agitated but it was cool. Cool peoples, cool drinks, cool stuff, and blah blah.
Fuck a Mic, I got my lungs lol!
My flight back was close to horrible.. from Atlanta to Philadelphia, my ears WAS POPPING, and it wasn't even a good thing. Shit was horrible right off the back; it woke me the hell up from my sleep. Freak.
Yaki was cool. I was agitated but it was cool. Cool peoples, cool drinks, cool stuff, and blah blah.
Fuck a Mic, I got my lungs lol!
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Empire State of Julie ?
I've been seriously living the lifestyle of a Vampire, well just their time schedule.
You see, I know I'm different. I didn't need someone to tell me that I was, I know I am. Everyone is their own person, but not everyone is really doing their part in keeping that theory alive. I am. People tend to say that I'm self-conscious; No, I just have really low-self esteem. It is something I haven't overcome yet, not really planning on working on it for the time being either. Pointless. Conceited is beyond the border-line of something else, I'm not that. Weird is more likely to be the word that would come out of someone's mouth about me, and I'd just take it, put it in my pocket with a big fat braced out bucked teeth smile.. yeah, Thank you, dude. I definitely have No Shame; None What So Ever. Got a dare? Try me. I'm a little wuss when it comes to Roaches but shoot, try me anyways, haha. My body is mine, I love it.. although I am lacking the chest area; I am so okay with it. It shouldn't even matter but hey, some people prefer it. *shrugs, oh well. I have none, hah. My legs are my favorite, I love to wear it out.. get it? Nevermind, probably not. I have a really deep voice? Which is pretty ...much of a way to make me a target when it comes to cracking jokes? Yeah, I am 9 of 10, the subject of every joke, jeez. I have beauty marks on my upper torso ("my chest."). By "Beauty Marks," I am really referring to stretch marks. I honestly believe that they're not ugly, it's apart of life, it is apart of giving birth to your future. I didn't develope any anywhere else on my body due to my pregnancy but it's fine; on the upper torso is fine, plus.. theres nothing there anyways, ha. My Baby loves his Momma for who she is. I will admitt; I highly doubt I'll ever be rewarded a "Best Mommy Award" but at least I'm trying to do my best for my son. He's my Night & Day. ..I am who I am, deal with it.. or keep it moving.
Kanye West - Through the Wire is playing.. just listen.
You see, I know I'm different. I didn't need someone to tell me that I was, I know I am. Everyone is their own person, but not everyone is really doing their part in keeping that theory alive. I am. People tend to say that I'm self-conscious; No, I just have really low-self esteem. It is something I haven't overcome yet, not really planning on working on it for the time being either. Pointless. Conceited is beyond the border-line of something else, I'm not that. Weird is more likely to be the word that would come out of someone's mouth about me, and I'd just take it, put it in my pocket with a big fat braced out bucked teeth smile.. yeah, Thank you, dude. I definitely have No Shame; None What So Ever. Got a dare? Try me. I'm a little wuss when it comes to Roaches but shoot, try me anyways, haha. My body is mine, I love it.. although I am lacking the chest area; I am so okay with it. It shouldn't even matter but hey, some people prefer it. *shrugs, oh well. I have none, hah. My legs are my favorite, I love to wear it out.. get it? Nevermind, probably not. I have a really deep voice? Which is pretty ...much of a way to make me a target when it comes to cracking jokes? Yeah, I am 9 of 10, the subject of every joke, jeez. I have beauty marks on my upper torso ("my chest."). By "Beauty Marks," I am really referring to stretch marks. I honestly believe that they're not ugly, it's apart of life, it is apart of giving birth to your future. I didn't develope any anywhere else on my body due to my pregnancy but it's fine; on the upper torso is fine, plus.. theres nothing there anyways, ha. My Baby loves his Momma for who she is. I will admitt; I highly doubt I'll ever be rewarded a "Best Mommy Award" but at least I'm trying to do my best for my son. He's my Night & Day. ..I am who I am, deal with it.. or keep it moving.
Just A Thought
So it's 6:07 in the a.m. and I am still awake after coming home from partying with my cousins and the people of Hickory, N.C. Why Am I Not Tired..? I wish I knew the answer myself. I've been living the lifestyle (timewise) of a Vampire for a couple weeks now. I know it's unhealthy but it just happens. I so really need to fix that..
I had a blast with my cousins. I told myself that I was going to have so much fun this Saturday, that I will be gentle & all happiness. I refuse to not have fun. I really did have so much fun. My cousin's babymomma, Ee Baby is freaken hilarious. She had me cracking up all got damn night. I seriously love her with my life. She's officially my dance monkey (haha, we gets down!). I definitely had a blast with my cousin Loan also. She's an awesome person, I am definitely going to miss her so much when I leave back to the city of brotherly love, Philadelphia. My cousin Sang (Ee Baby's babydaddy) is the freaken best, he's so cool to me, haha. Kevin didn't really talk to me much at the party but it's cool, I still love him so much; a lot has definitely transitions to something else.. something not like it used to be. Bao was definitely a cutie tonight, he was just on his chill but still.. I was definitely loving his outfit (kudos, cuz.) Everyone else was chillen. No Fights, yess. I definitely got it in today dancing with Ee Baby. We definitely wasn't playing, haha well we were but we had a ball doing it. Jerking, Rejecting, Dipping, Dropping, Twerking, Jump styling, lol.. well we tried, at least. LOL, Mind you, we both had 4-5 inch heels on, and we're both about only 5'1 tall, haha. Shorties :). Jack in the Box was awesome too, I love it.. my Jumbo Jack Combo with Curly fries & a Coke :) I diggs it. haha. We got in pretty early today, before 2 in the a.m., and it's been about over 4 hours and I'm still up. (I was cleaning Loan's room a bit, don't want to leave it a mess when I leave :( and talking to Trinhidad, Kimmay, Kewan, & Such.). I'm going to miss it all so much..miss them all so much..
I just wanted to do a recap on the night :) But my "Just A Thought" is just about to start now..
I realized that I really don't trust Dudes, man. I really don't. The feeling of being used. It's also abusive towards any relationship but I don't think everyone knows this, but it is true. Real Talk. I have boulders up. There is a person who is making me laugh constantly but all of that can change within a snap or a blink of an eye. You can't ever be too sure. I know I'm not. My guard will never be let down.. Trust that.
Thank you Ralpheal Santayana, You're my inspiration.
(Now playing on YouTube.com : Mariah Carey - My All.)
I had a blast with my cousins. I told myself that I was going to have so much fun this Saturday, that I will be gentle & all happiness. I refuse to not have fun. I really did have so much fun. My cousin's babymomma, Ee Baby is freaken hilarious. She had me cracking up all got damn night. I seriously love her with my life. She's officially my dance monkey (haha, we gets down!). I definitely had a blast with my cousin Loan also. She's an awesome person, I am definitely going to miss her so much when I leave back to the city of brotherly love, Philadelphia. My cousin Sang (Ee Baby's babydaddy) is the freaken best, he's so cool to me, haha. Kevin didn't really talk to me much at the party but it's cool, I still love him so much; a lot has definitely transitions to something else.. something not like it used to be. Bao was definitely a cutie tonight, he was just on his chill but still.. I was definitely loving his outfit (kudos, cuz.) Everyone else was chillen. No Fights, yess. I definitely got it in today dancing with Ee Baby. We definitely wasn't playing, haha well we were but we had a ball doing it. Jerking, Rejecting, Dipping, Dropping, Twerking, Jump styling, lol.. well we tried, at least. LOL, Mind you, we both had 4-5 inch heels on, and we're both about only 5'1 tall, haha. Shorties :). Jack in the Box was awesome too, I love it.. my Jumbo Jack Combo with Curly fries & a Coke :) I diggs it. haha. We got in pretty early today, before 2 in the a.m., and it's been about over 4 hours and I'm still up. (I was cleaning Loan's room a bit, don't want to leave it a mess when I leave :( and talking to Trinhidad, Kimmay, Kewan, & Such.). I'm going to miss it all so much..miss them all so much..
I just wanted to do a recap on the night :) But my "Just A Thought" is just about to start now..
I realized that I really don't trust Dudes, man. I really don't. The feeling of being used. It's also abusive towards any relationship but I don't think everyone knows this, but it is true. Real Talk. I have boulders up. There is a person who is making me laugh constantly but all of that can change within a snap or a blink of an eye. You can't ever be too sure. I know I'm not. My guard will never be let down.. Trust that.
Thank you Ralpheal Santayana, You're my inspiration.
Friday, October 9, 2009
scream JuiceBoxBITCH
Hey Girls, Guys Guys Guys, Girls, Guys! I am currently using "Tumblr" to blog & so forth and I, myself think it's pretty neat, but some Hoe I know was talking about blogspot this, blogspot that.. so I decided to give blogspot another chance.. I had one before, I got bored of it, maybe because I had no friends, LOL. I guess I never got the memo that other people uses it too, *shrugs, Oh well.
Blogspot.com I am back :)
I guess I'll just use this first post to introduce myself. Hi, again. I go by JuiceBox, well Julie, but either or is cool. Three Words: Blunt, Rebellious, & Cool. I won't beat around the bushes about anything unless it is that much of a sensetive case. My usage of words are pretty damn brutal. Holding back my tongue isn't an option; what comes out of my mouth is shooting out directly from my mind. Ignorance is not knowing, homie.. I know what I'm talking about. Calling me rude will be amusing because it just means you're offended by the truth, not my problem, real talk; it's real talk. I am my own person, I don't answer to no one. God doesn't even know anything in this case, so don't even bother asking him. They say you gotta believe or answer to a higher power; My Mother is the Higher Power of my life. She is whom who gave birth to me, my father is whom who helped developed me, and they both did great jobs at nurturing me, loving me, hating me, beating me, and teaching me to be better than that. I love my mother & father but I am still my own person. (Mad Respect to My Parents, homie.) Seriously, go to dictionary.com, type in "Rebellious" or "Rebel" in the search bar, my name, face, picture, blog, life stories, braces, pimples, zip, blackheads, everyone I have had sex with, all the bitches I've fought, that one boy I beat up, the counts of farts I've let out, the boogies I've stucked on walls, flicked at someone or something, the names Trinh has ever called me, everything will pop up as a result, I'm telling you, man. (kidding but you get the point, I hope. If not, *shrugs, oh well.) I am real fucking cool. Just like that. It's that simple to explain. I mean, c'mon, who doesn't want to be my friend? I'm JuiceBoxBITCH! haha, (kidding, .. na no I'm serious.) You're going to learn that I am the CUTEST THING EVER. That part, I wasn't kidding at all. I'm not even referring to looks, or appearance. Girl/Boul, I know I'm ugly, psh.. don't have to tell me twice..shoot. My momma didn't give birth to a SuperModel, .. just a Model, LOL (kidding kidding, jeez). Real talk, I'm just a honest person, even if you really love your outfit, and you swear its the shit on you, it'll be my pleasure to let you know that it is the most hideous thing I've ever seen, with a big fat braced up bucked front teeth smile too, haha. I'm not rude, I'm just real (fucking blunt.) Okay, I hope that explained the 3 words that really simply describes me :). One word: WEIRD. Underline that like a trillion times, with exclamation marks after it like a trillion more times. I am sincerely really weird. I'm not your normal average girl on the block. I'm that bitch from SouthWest Philadelphia, riding low on my little brother's bicycle (because the wheels are flat), with her JimJones Grills (braces) all out, and my son Kamerin riding in the back, real cool, real smooth; oh so gangster. All of that was just me being weird, and "dorky." JUICEBOXBITCH! I italicized that because I don't really know what that really means. I always thought a "dork" was something like a "nerd" and being "dorky" is like being "nerdy." *shrugs, oh well. Mm, I guess. Anyways.. I'm just weird. I do weird things, say weird things, buy weird things, I don't care.. I dance weird too.. (haha.. fml.). Man, I talk a lot. So what? I'm not sure if anyone caught it but I mentioned that 'I be riding low with my son Kamerin riding in the back.' Yes, I am a mother of 1. I never really believed in love at first sight until I read a quote, "Those who doesn't believe in Love at First Sight haven't given birth to the Love of their Life." Kamerin, he is the only Man of my life. I've said this before, and I'm sure I won't ever stop saying it. No person, will ever come before my baby, not even his own Dad. (Yeah, Kimmay, I said it. LOL) I still love you, motherfucker, no not like that, but I know you understand what I mean, haha. Kamerin is now two years old, he is taller than your average, actually he is 2 points above average, real talk. He has a ponytail/rat tail, my son is beautiful, stop playing.. "he gets it in." <- his feet in his shoes, man, shesh. My son wears payless shoes, lol. Kidding, he wears Jordans, and such but theres absolutely nothing wrong with Payless. Chill youngboul, Payless is my spot, haha. I love my baby, he's pure happiness in my life. (I love you baby.) Let's see, anymore information to introduce to you blogspotters about JuiceBoxJulie.. oh yeah, I'm going to keep this simple, I have 4 other siblings. Simple, right? hah. JUICEBOXBITCH! I don't think this really matters but I am single. I don't care, really. I've had my fair or unfair share of heartbreaks, boull... I don't need anymore, LOL. I have the most precious cousins ever, lol. They're not really exactly "precious." But they are however, the BOMBDIGGIDY, lol! They are truly my lovers, friends, homies, buddies, enemies(not), my Dr. Phils, Murrays, Oprahs, Tyra banks, Friends, Family Guys, Spongebobs, Roseannes, Nannys; Yes, All of that, and especially, they're my Family. I love them, feel the love? I do, ha! My Friends, if I call you my friend(s), if I consider you one of my best friends; feel valuable, because you are. I love you, man, lol. My friends are just like ME, but different in every single way. That's Real. Finally, I have a really loyal lover, friends, & homie. He has taken my heart the day I met him. Out of so many others, I know and believe that he will always be loyal to me, and love me for who I am, he hasn't and won't ever talk about me, he refuses to criticize me, but one thing for sure, he knows who I am. He listens when I talk, but I noticed that sometimes he whines when he doesn't get his way, he gives me that puppy look, he pouts, but I don't ever give in, well I try to not give in, at least, LOL. He's a little wild, he gets excited when I'm around, and he loves it on the couch.. his treats, dude. I'm talking about my Junior, well Bunior.. "Boo" but with the "ior" from Junior lol! He is a Pure Bred Red Nose Pitbull :). Yes, *GROWL. haha, Growl is the new lame ass "rawr." Losers.. lol!
I think this is pretty got damn long ass "Introduction." I don't know how to really keep things short & simple. I am short but I am definitely not simple. JUICEBOXBITCH!
Oh yeah, I don't tolerate that non-sense so if you don't go anything productive to say to me on my blog, here are your options: 1. keep it yourself or 2. go blog about it on yours, :) & maybe I'll read and comment it, maybe.
OH YEAH! I can't forget to add this!
I have braces, I used to have snake bites (*sad face), I removed them, and I was told that I look like "Ugly Betty." By the way, Thick Black Frames are the SHIT!
Blogspot.com I am back :)
I guess I'll just use this first post to introduce myself. Hi, again. I go by JuiceBox, well Julie, but either or is cool. Three Words: Blunt, Rebellious, & Cool. I won't beat around the bushes about anything unless it is that much of a sensetive case. My usage of words are pretty damn brutal. Holding back my tongue isn't an option; what comes out of my mouth is shooting out directly from my mind. Ignorance is not knowing, homie.. I know what I'm talking about. Calling me rude will be amusing because it just means you're offended by the truth, not my problem, real talk; it's real talk. I am my own person, I don't answer to no one. God doesn't even know anything in this case, so don't even bother asking him. They say you gotta believe or answer to a higher power; My Mother is the Higher Power of my life. She is whom who gave birth to me, my father is whom who helped developed me, and they both did great jobs at nurturing me, loving me, hating me, beating me, and teaching me to be better than that. I love my mother & father but I am still my own person. (Mad Respect to My Parents, homie.) Seriously, go to dictionary.com, type in "Rebellious" or "Rebel" in the search bar, my name, face, picture, blog, life stories, braces, pimples, zip, blackheads, everyone I have had sex with, all the bitches I've fought, that one boy I beat up, the counts of farts I've let out, the boogies I've stucked on walls, flicked at someone or something, the names Trinh has ever called me, everything will pop up as a result, I'm telling you, man. (kidding but you get the point, I hope. If not, *shrugs, oh well.) I am real fucking cool. Just like that. It's that simple to explain. I mean, c'mon, who doesn't want to be my friend? I'm JuiceBoxBITCH! haha, (kidding, .. na no I'm serious.) You're going to learn that I am the CUTEST THING EVER. That part, I wasn't kidding at all. I'm not even referring to looks, or appearance. Girl/Boul, I know I'm ugly, psh.. don't have to tell me twice..shoot. My momma didn't give birth to a SuperModel, .. just a Model, LOL (kidding kidding, jeez). Real talk, I'm just a honest person, even if you really love your outfit, and you swear its the shit on you, it'll be my pleasure to let you know that it is the most hideous thing I've ever seen, with a big fat braced up bucked front teeth smile too, haha. I'm not rude, I'm just real (fucking blunt.) Okay, I hope that explained the 3 words that really simply describes me :). One word: WEIRD. Underline that like a trillion times, with exclamation marks after it like a trillion more times. I am sincerely really weird. I'm not your normal average girl on the block. I'm that bitch from SouthWest Philadelphia, riding low on my little brother's bicycle (because the wheels are flat), with her JimJones Grills (braces) all out, and my son Kamerin riding in the back, real cool, real smooth; oh so gangster. All of that was just me being weird, and "dorky." JUICEBOXBITCH! I italicized that because I don't really know what that really means. I always thought a "dork" was something like a "nerd" and being "dorky" is like being "nerdy." *shrugs, oh well. Mm, I guess. Anyways.. I'm just weird. I do weird things, say weird things, buy weird things, I don't care.. I dance weird too.. (haha.. fml.). Man, I talk a lot. So what? I'm not sure if anyone caught it but I mentioned that 'I be riding low with my son Kamerin riding in the back.' Yes, I am a mother of 1. I never really believed in love at first sight until I read a quote, "Those who doesn't believe in Love at First Sight haven't given birth to the Love of their Life." Kamerin, he is the only Man of my life. I've said this before, and I'm sure I won't ever stop saying it. No person, will ever come before my baby, not even his own Dad. (Yeah, Kimmay, I said it. LOL) I still love you, motherfucker, no not like that, but I know you understand what I mean, haha. Kamerin is now two years old, he is taller than your average, actually he is 2 points above average, real talk. He has a ponytail/rat tail, my son is beautiful, stop playing.. "he gets it in." <- his feet in his shoes, man, shesh. My son wears payless shoes, lol. Kidding, he wears Jordans, and such but theres absolutely nothing wrong with Payless. Chill youngboul, Payless is my spot, haha. I love my baby, he's pure happiness in my life. (I love you baby.) Let's see, anymore information to introduce to you blogspotters about JuiceBoxJulie.. oh yeah, I'm going to keep this simple, I have 4 other siblings. Simple, right? hah. JUICEBOXBITCH! I don't think this really matters but I am single. I don't care, really. I've had my fair or unfair share of heartbreaks, boull... I don't need anymore, LOL. I have the most precious cousins ever, lol. They're not really exactly "precious." But they are however, the BOMBDIGGIDY, lol! They are truly my lovers, friends, homies, buddies, enemies(not), my Dr. Phils, Murrays, Oprahs, Tyra banks, Friends, Family Guys, Spongebobs, Roseannes, Nannys; Yes, All of that, and especially, they're my Family. I love them, feel the love? I do, ha! My Friends, if I call you my friend(s), if I consider you one of my best friends; feel valuable, because you are. I love you, man, lol. My friends are just like ME, but different in every single way. That's Real. Finally, I have a really loyal lover, friends, & homie. He has taken my heart the day I met him. Out of so many others, I know and believe that he will always be loyal to me, and love me for who I am, he hasn't and won't ever talk about me, he refuses to criticize me, but one thing for sure, he knows who I am. He listens when I talk, but I noticed that sometimes he whines when he doesn't get his way, he gives me that puppy look, he pouts, but I don't ever give in, well I try to not give in, at least, LOL. He's a little wild, he gets excited when I'm around, and he loves it on the couch.. his treats, dude. I'm talking about my Junior, well Bunior.. "Boo" but with the "ior" from Junior lol! He is a Pure Bred Red Nose Pitbull :). Yes, *GROWL. haha, Growl is the new lame ass "rawr." Losers.. lol!
I think this is pretty got damn long ass "Introduction." I don't know how to really keep things short & simple. I am short but I am definitely not simple. JUICEBOXBITCH!
Oh yeah, I don't tolerate that non-sense so if you don't go anything productive to say to me on my blog, here are your options: 1. keep it yourself or 2. go blog about it on yours, :) & maybe I'll read and comment it, maybe.
OH YEAH! I can't forget to add this!
I have braces, I used to have snake bites (*sad face), I removed them, and I was told that I look like "Ugly Betty." By the way, Thick Black Frames are the SHIT!
JuiceBoxBITCH!
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