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!
