Rules for Living #46 by tosin~

men in suits are deceptive.
you should always wait to see them in their run around, regular, saturday clothes.
u might be horrifically surprised and inconsolably distraught to find that your lover boy in the black n' dapper suit is in fact a distressed, wild lookin' man in a color block shirt (with buttons done up to the throat) and white fubu shoes.

The following is a tall tale from the contributing writer of the day, Jerri Fuller. Of course, as expected, she claims otherwise and swears that the story is all based on truths and actual events.
To that I say: 'whatever'
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did i ever tell ya'll bout that time sophomore year when tosin cock-blocked me?
and like,in a BIG way?
the object of my affection,having communicated his desire to come over on AIM,had walked to the house in like,the middle of the night (now, mind you...i wasn't his type,AT ALL...but he thought i was funny and clever,so i guess he was making an exception)..and i was in a robe,sitting on my bed (presumably ready for wherever the night might take us)..he came through,things were going swell (i was in a ROBE, damnit)..
and then..tosin and one of her loyal sidekicks (who i suspect was monkey ass,monica) came in..saw us..and then sat on the floor and talked their asses off.after about 15 minutes of this,he got up,said "goodnight," and left.
now,i'm not saying that i woulda lost my virginity that night,but lord,i coulda at least had a story to tell my friends...other than the one i tell now,which basically details how much i hate tosin and monica.

...those are margarita smiles

...and margarita dum dums

...and margarita ponderings

Breasty issues

i have somethin to share.

its actually been weighing heavily on my mind and u know....i cant even sleep well at nite.
I'm serious.

ok... so like, i was on the train with annette and in walks a youngster. you know....the type u would refer to as 'young man'. so like, 4yrs old. or maybe 5yrs old. whatever.
the point is... he talks. he walks. he's whining. he's awfully cute.

anyway, there i am mindin my life when his mother......well, i hope it was his mother....

either way, she pops her entire breast in his mouth.....as a mother goat would, lets say... a billy goat.

in a panic, my eyes fluttered all over the place and i gaped...my brain grappled for some deeper meaning.
...... as the young man's teeth tugged at the tender areola, i wondered- 'am i dreamin?'??.

but ann confirmed the crime.

i feel i ought to be understanding as i am a product of africa...(born and fed)....... where such is commonplace. but i mean..the boy was 10yrs old! He just can't go around requesting breast insertions! I mean.....this is how boys end up men with oral fixations (not necessarily bad)....but sometimes...way extra( sometimes). i mean...u know...????
like... he'll never see a breast without thinking 'grrrrr...foooood!" or somethin like that.
i mean......i'm not sure i'm bringing out the worst in this situation....but certainly you would agree that there is a level of oddity to the whole thing.


.......i've been starin @this child services webpage all day.

This month's obsessions:

5. sleeping...(or not)
4. cheap drinks (large ones)
3. Now and Later candy in banana n' chewwy n' strawbewwy(...cuz its "hard n' fruity now/soft n' chewy later"!)
2. weekend xcapes (..cuz i cant deal)
1. sun (oh sun how i love thee)

try this

i guess if you ever really wanna know how it looks when your life flashes really fast in front of your eyes.....you should....like....stand on the curved A train platform @ W4 and wait for the train to creep up and come barreling towards your face.