This work by Marissa is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 United States License.
Follow @iamnotablogger
My brother Don.
You Know You Dead Azz Wrong (only view if you have the no script add-on because those ads are a hot damn mess!).
Crunk and Disorderly.
Jay: Your future favorite cabbie.
Stan Wars!
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Janet Jackson - When I Think Of You Live Performance. From 1986 in Bussum, Holland
Dear Spotify
Never play “Motivation” on any “station” I’m listening to again.
Thanks,
Rissa
I need to stop DVR’ing “Beyond Scared Straight” because these kids annoy me.
“I’m 18. I can do what I want.”
Yeah…okay. If that’s the case you can get your own damn place. hmph
This is what my off days consist of: assisting my brother the five-year old engineer.
“The Ides of March”
Ryan Gosling and George Clooney.
I need that.
I would like to thank my best friend for showing up and stopping me from ranting on here.
I was writing more drunk angry black girl shit but now I’m laughing and enjoying the company.
#SistersBeforeMisters (or something)
Maybe I’m just overly sensitive.
I cannot understand how guys think it’s acceptable to ask a female friend about her friends.
Especially when you can ask on your own.
I guess I’m frustrated because my entire adult life has been guys asking me about my friends. I have even had strangers approach me about my friends. Really?! WHAT THE FUCK AM I?!
I don’t understand how people can’t comprehend how insensitive it is to CONSTANTLY remind someone of how much prettier/smaller/better their friends are.
And when it’s years in the making it’s enough to make someone snap.
Good fucking grief.
Yes, I’ve been drinking and this sounded much better and more coherent logical in the car to myself before the wine.
Kill ‘em all, and let Gop sort ‘em out…
Random note: I need to stop trying to force mixed CDs by deadlines because I just end up with the most random assortment of things that don’t make sense and I end up doing one again in a week.
Also: It must just be the time of year or something because there isn’t shit romantic in my existence (SOML) but this damn thing ended up half love-type songs.
My Hair Is Layed Like Marlo Hampton (by beeper246)
Thanks to Funky Dineva, my 2012 insult of choice shall be “unaccomplished bitch.”
Yasssssss!
Fact: My dad is my heart.
But Baby Bro is a close second.
