Football, Rolling Papers and basic bitches

And so my day was made, football is back on bitches!!! I honestly could not be happier because my Sundays during the Fall are now complete.

This is what we're like on a regular basis


In other news that NFL.com deems as important as the end of the lockout,  Kristin Cavallari gets dumped by Jay Cutler. Who cares? I understand that he's a pretty notable football player but why is this article on the homepage?! She's going to cry her heart out and then maybe get back on MTV's nuts. She'll be fine. 

The BFF and I went to the Wiz concert last night. When I got home, I reeked of sweat, weed and alcohol. Sexiest smell ever! Not. Everyone and their mother was smoking weed there, it was literally everywhere. I think yesterday was the one time that I have ever wished that I did drugs because the marijuana smelled delicious. Wiz legit sat on stage and smoked a blunt during one of his songs. The name of his tour might have something to do with that...

I don't know a ton of his new stuff, I'm more familiar with his older mixtape stuff. He definitely put on a good show though. I think I was more excited to see Mac Miller than anyone else. BFF and I went to see him at the 930 club on Cinco de Drinko but I don't really remember the end of the show because I was really drunk. I like to keep it classy. I get that Wiz is from Pittsburgh and all that good shit but I can't stand the fucking Steelers. They are the only thing that stands in the way of the Ravens and the Superbowl and I will not tolerate that shit this season. We will treat the Steelers the way Roethlisberger treats women.  I do really love the song Black & Yellow though; somehow my stereo knows when the song comes on and it just happens to turn up real loud all by itself. That's what I like to call swag. 

So remember how I said that I wasn't going to my high school reunion, I might to have to reconsider that. I was doing some Facebook stalking (because all the cool kids are doing it, duh!) and I happen to see that Goof is going to be there. If  you remember, I wrote Reasons why I won't date you about him. I was creeping on his profile and saw that he was in a relationship with some bitch named Ashley. If you read the post, you'd know that things never would have worked out between us. There should be no reason as to why this simple discovery bothers me. I didn't want him and I made that quite clear; I shouldn't give two shits that he's with some chick that looks exactly like his ex and even happens to have the same name. I'm just hating on bitches right now but this is how I vent and get shit off my chest. So now I have to go to this damn reunion, not because he's going to be there with his gf but because he's going to be at my bar, uninvited and he needs to see that had he not been a stupid fuck, I could have been his gf. I will fully admit that I'm not being rational or mature about the situation but I don't give two shits. The reunion is at a bar in Bethesda that I go to on a regular basis, it's my bar. I popped his Tommy Joe's cherry when I took him there for the first time so it's against the rules for him to bring some stupid bitch there. It's the principal of it! I don't even know her but I guarantee that she is, in fact, a stupid bitch simply because birds of a feather flock together. I'm glad that I have a blog because it allows me to vent about basic bitches "in private". I only used that term because said bitches are too basic to realize that I even have a blog. Okay, I'm doing being a stupid, hating bitch...for now. 

In friendly and loving news, I just want to thank all my followers, new and old, because you guys are amazing.  I love that people actually read the nonsense that I type, or they at least act like they do. I swear I'm not always an angry person! 

Damn girl, you so fine

I have class on Tuesdays and Thursdays, unfortunately. Some girls take school as a social event and get all dressed up so they look cute walking across campus. I personally couldn't care less, it's a miracle that I change out of my pajama pants and put on real clothes. I decided that it was a nice day so I wanted to wear shorts. I had this old pair of hole-y 7 for All Mankind jeans that I refused to part with (they were my ultimate favorites that made my ass look amazing and went with everything but looked best with a tshirt and flip-flops) that I cut into shorts that fall right above my knee. It was a clean cut but I just folded them up once because I'm cool and threw on a white tee with my super cool Chucks. I have a thing for shoes in general but nothing (seriously, nothing...not even food and I LOVE food) gets me going more than a super sweet pair of Chucks, like these...

I put them up on my BFF's bathroom counter, which she had just finished cleaning. Um, I love you?

It was sunny so I grab my Aviators because they go with everything and I went to class. I don't know what it was today but I was getting checked out left and right, it was pretty ridiculous. After I finished class for the day, I waited outside the campus center for a friend, let's just call him Little Chief Swag (I just laughed thinking about how much he would love that nickname but he's Little Chief because I'm Big Chief Swag). This group of guys walked passed me and as soon as they went by I knew this guy was going to turn around and talk to me, I saw the way he looked me up and down. Sure enough..."Damn girl, you so fine that I just had to come get your number". Of course you did, because I hand it out to every guy that says shit like that to me. Haha, no! Get the hell out of here with that weak sauce. But my mother raised me to be polite so I couldn't be a raging cunt (yeah, I said it). He would not leave me alone, I told him that I was a lesbian and he pursued me even more. I like girls and you clearly aren't that. What makes you think that you're going to the guy to make me want guys again? You're not that cute and you looked like you just had your 16th birthday yesterday. I turn 24 in June...get out of here young blood! The only way I got rid of him was to friend him on Facebook (so bootleg). I figured that when he got a little stalker-ish, I could just block him.

This kid didn't even wait 24 hours to start stalking. Not more than 3 hours later, my phone started blowing up because of all the Facebook notifications from his activity on my profile. I was enjoying a couple (read: too many) daytime drinks before starting a paper for school and he was cramping my style! He commented on every single one of my profile pictures and sent me a message saying that I need to upload more pictures for him to look at. Excuse me?! As soon as finals start (in a week and a half), he will be blocked and never heard from again. I don't want to block him now because I don't want to run into him at school and have him ask me what happened. That would be an awkward conversation! I'm really too nice of a person but that's really ironic because I'm a huge bitch...if you don't know you better ask somebody!

Seriously though, I don't know what I'm doing to turn these guys into crazy stalkers but I obviously need to start being a raging bitch to get rid of them. And for those of you that read my post about the crazy Lebanese stalker I had...well, I thought this guy had finally gotten the message by my lack of return contact. He stopped for a few days and then on Easter, he decided that he really missed me. Ummm hello?! I haven't talked to you in over a week and I have no desire to even talk to you long enough to tell you to FUCK OFF. Why aren't you catching on you crazy crazy man?!?!?

This is completely unrelated but this is my BFF, partner-in-crime, ride-or-die chick, however you want to call it...

Her name is Pretty Face.

That's all I have for today, except for maybe some sweet tunes, enjoy...



I have cool friends that listen to cool music.




Later, you sexy bitches!