Truth Is Ordinary People Can't Wait

How many of you have either initiated or confirmed a middle of the night rendez-vous through text messaging? Go ahead. Raise your hand. You know you've done it. How many of you conservative closet nymphos have said all of the naughty things you've heard in the movies, but dared not say before text messaging gave you that outlet? Go ahead. Raise your hand. You know you've done it. How many of you rat bastards have totally taken full advantage of someone who totally just wanted to spend time with you by iliciting horizontal dancing via SMS? Raise your effin hand, so I can slap it. How many of you have ever received that text message that simply said, "B alone 2nite"? And you immediately called all of your homies with whom you were going to go clubbing and told them all you had to cancel because you were sick. Raise it up high. Don't be ashamed. Fuck yeah you should be ashamed! Text messaging is evil! It gets you in those positions in which you know you should no

On being the other woman... I have sat up most of tonight crying. Yes I admit it. I have cried. My eyes truely aren't used to that anymore. They are burning like crazy. Okay here comes the juicy story... There has been this dude who I admittantly didn't really like at all, who has been persuing my affections for somewhere around a year. For months I explained that I didn't have time for a relationship and that I really was not interested in one. I was largely not interested in him, but I figured saying I was not interested in a relationship was not an untruth either and it was definately nicer. Well this dude, with whom I will admit I may have touched a time or two, came in town for Thanksgiving, and called me late one night and asked me to come meet him. I told him no, because I knew what he wanted, and I was not up for it. He calls me the following morning and asks me to breakfast, and I agree. All throughout breakfast I'm trying to figure out how I will tell him tha

Okay I feel more than stupid. I'd stopped writing mainly because I thought no one was reading anymore, because I wasn't getting any comments. THEN I realized that now I have to approve comments. I didn't know that! You all have been reading, and for that I am very excited.... especially to Exenso ... she's never left my side!

My dear fans, It's been over four months since my last post. How absolutely pathetic! I guess I haven't had too much to say recently. My two favorite Liberals have moved away, so my heated debates have been reduced to a minimal. Mr. Untitled and I have said probably only 200 words to each other in the last four months: so thus ends that story. I've realized that one relationship [that would never fully exist] ultimately kept me from one that could have actually been really healthy for me: challenging, mutual, and full of heat! "what you want might make you cry; what you need may pass you by. And what you need ironically, will turn out what you want to be if you just let it." My dear friend Sabba is now engaged to a great gal. My cuzibludin and her fiance move into their brand new house this weekend. I've reconnect with a former flame... err flicker. My parents bought a new house. Many of my friends would be happy to say that I am not much less of a work

A work of fiction, the art of expression is one that I can no longer successfully accomplish. The sojourn that is my life has led me to an existence has led me to a reality that relies on the ability to bluntly express what I think is. A fictional piece requires the author to search his imagination and with flowery diction and descriptive interpretation convey a picture –often on that is mobile. I now only know how to state is. An actor never lies. He simply states someone else’s reality. If the person is a work of fiction, that does not make his reality any more of less real. But you, my dear loyal reader, have not asked for my dissertation on life and the art of telling lies acting. You have asked for a story, and a story, as poorly written as you will think it is conveyed, is what will follow. This obviously isn't the entire first prolouge and first chapter... it's just the portion I decided to post today. His honey-kissed chestnut eyes stared at me through

So I was in craigslist reading the "Rants and Raves" for Houston.... here is an interesting one. Just Curious says: All you who post here and rant and complaint on how terrible our city, state, and country are... What good things have you done or contributed to make this a better place? Just keep seeing asses saying the "bad" people should leave the city or the country but haven't seen any of you asses do anything to justify why you get to stay in this city or country. What makes you better than the people who you ask to leave? My Response to Just Curious: That's an easy answer, Just Curious. This is what we do that allows us to stay: 1. We pay taxes 2. We do not kill people 3. We do not rob 4. We do not litter 5. We do not make the Galleria look trashy by walking around in wife-beaters, our pants around our ankles, grillz, and we do not play cards or dominoes in the food courts 6. We GO TO WORK 7. We don't consistantly ask the government for handouts 8

You Have A Type A Personality A You are hyper, energetic, and always on the mood You tend to succeed at everything you attempt And if you don't succeed at first, you quickly climb your way to the top! You could be called a workaholic, but you also make time for fun As long as it's high energy and competitive, you're interested You have the perfect personality for business and atheltic success Do You Have a Type A Personality?

This new human resources director at my job [she started here only like two months ago, but approached me as if I were a normal incompetent 23 year-old] with the I don't think you should take so many hours in school and work fulltime. Are you sure you will be able to handle school at work. I informed her that while working fulltime in San Antonio, and maintaing an excellent job-performance record-- I carried 15 hours at Trinity University, including classes like Cal II and Physics for Engineers. My grandmother died right before finals so I missed the last week of classes and I still managed to maintain a GPA of 3.5. Even after I informed her of that she still finds the need to ask me about school [not in a sincerely caring manner-- in a I'm waiting for you to realize you're not good enough to do both well manner]. I hate when she asks. So after working a 40 hour week, I came to my office on both Saturday and Sunday to knock down a list of 18 things "to-do" that

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BROTHER IN LAW AND MY FAVORITE RED-HEADED FRIEND FROM KHS! This post serves two purposes for me. The first is that it makes me realize that I have been doing this "blog" thing for over a year. I remember this because this time last year, I was writing a post[ V.D. -- "Fakey" Holiday ]somewhat similar to the one I am about to write right now. So here it is... VD. I'm not going to write as much as I did last year, because that pretty much sums it up. Many of you, especially those close to me, know how much I loathe the fakey holiday that most people refer to as Valentine's Day. Many have asked me why I hate this day, and I have sincerely been unable to put my finger on the exact reason, or the exact year that I decided that this day was worth nothing more than morning upchuck that I feel coming on whenever I roll over to find the date on my palm/alarm clock to read 02.14.?? I went to Wal-Mart the other day (one of my unhappy places

Comment recently made to me: You know Kubiak is not going to take Young.. he has already talked a lot about how great of a quarterback Carr is and I am sure he is coming here t prove that… My response: I know. It makes me sad, but I'm still gonna hope [all the way til the end of April] that they watch just a few more tapes and by a supreme act of God take Young.

Hometown Paying Hommage I could not even begin to create an accurate title for this piece.... The only thing more important than my birthday this past weekend, was my all-time favorite football player [still an understatement] and his decision to go pro. Vince Young is the truth. I know everyone is on the VY hype right now, but the fact that he is going all the way, at a high seat makes me feel so smart. I have been a fan of VY [as has most of Houston] since around 1998 or 1999-- 6 years ago. Yes, I know that he has only been at UT since 2002-2003, but I was a fan of VY -- the Madison Marlin. I was a fan when the "InVINCEable" and the "We Are ConVinced" slogans were initially coined. I often say that my first real [never-ending crush] was so that I could discover Vince[nt]. This dude whom I began liking played defense for Madison and I started going to the games to support him and my former best friend who was a Marlins Cheerleader. There at those games [before I kn

Voice of the Fan Ever since I checked my six voicemessages and was Nextel two-wayed out of my sleep yesterday day by my dearest friend Joey... I have been glued to all Draft prediction material.... if there's draft '06 on the back of gargabe cans I've read it. I guess I've been glued to all things VY since last Wednesay morning when I sent all of my friends text-messages [at 5:36 a.m.] wishing them a Happy UT Championship Day! [yes Wednesday morning before VY and the Longhorns clinched the win]. My question is ... Why is it even a question? Why salvage a mediocre/good QB who really hasn't prooven himself in the past 4 years, when you are getting a new coach, and you can basically rebuild the franchise with a player who is re-ignite the morale of the Houston Texans fanbase and just possibly... quite possibly continue to have a career in football that never ceases to amaze his fans and make believers out of people who never really paid him any attention. Running ba

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This is the day for which we have all been waiting. UT CHAMPIONSHIP FOOTBALL DAY!!! I have hardly been able to think of anything else. I am sure that most of my friends are probably quite miffed at me, seeing as how the first thing I did when I woke up this morning was to send all of the a "Happy Rose Bowl Day" text message; I woke up at 5:30 a.m. As for my stupidity, I can't believe that I scheduled a youth department drama team leaders meeting for today. In my defense, I scheduled it over a month ago, and I had a feeling it was on a major day, but couldn't quite manage to put my finger on what was so significant about the day. Well, good thing the meeting starts at 6:15 because it will DEFINATELY be a 30 minute meeting, so I can get out of there by 6:45. I know I shouldn't rush the Lord, but today I think even He would understand. Sooo... where will YOU be watching the game tonight.... and for you doubters... UT is going to win this game!

Over the past couple of years, my friends would email me their papers for school and ask me to edit them. Initially, for my friends whom I knew were terrible writers, I would just make the corrections for them and send them back the final version. At some point, I guess when I stopped taking classes myself, I realized that they were getting As on C papers which I would essentially revise/ rewrite for them. They were getting As on papers which would lead to them gettign better grades, and in the long run college degrees, while I am sitting here in my office [even though I have a very good job] but without that validting piece of paper that would tell corporate America that they are "more qualified than I." It struck me that as long as I don't have a degree, if one of my friends [for whom I have edited papers] and I came up against the same job it's quite possible that s/he would get the job simple because of that piece of paper that I inadvertantly helped him/her att