Thursday, November 12, 2009

San Diego. The city where only the strong survive. No matter where I go, I'm going to miss California and be proud of where I'm from. Midwesting right now, but you already know I'm taking it back to Diego. The weather, the people, la cultura; it's beautiful.

Everyone asks me why I moved...honestly, if I had the choice not to, I wouldn't have. But everything happens for a reason, and if I hadn't of moved, I wouldn't have met the love of my life here in Wisconsin. They say "It's not where you're from, it's where you're at." Not true. Everything that made you you has everything to do with where you're from and where you grew up.

Girls like to play games...so know how to play them better.

So theres this girl. She basically the hoochie of the town and most people know it. But the sad part is, shes proud of it. And I hate to label people, especially with "hoodrat, hoochie..ect" but I call em like I see it.

I'm not trying to throw salt in her game, but she messed with the wrong girls with all that.

So my best friend Loca, more like my sister, has her novio Devin. They've been to gether for a couple months, and they're adorable : ) haha. But back to my story...this hoochie who we'll call Val added him on myspace. And Loca thinking nothing of it, added her because Devin asked her to check his myspace for him. So this girl Val, full well knowing he has a girlfriend...has the damn nerve to flirt with him. Basically throw herself at him, on myspace! A little class would be nice ladies, porfavor.

So she sends him a messsage, not knowing my friend has his password writes, "Hey Devin remember me? We should kick it again, do you have a girl? And a number so we can talk." Well my friend playing along, asks this girl how she knows Devin...and Val replys, "You don't remember that night in the ally? We need to hang out again ;) *I*WANT*YOU* (This being her signature on her text messages)." Okay so I'm pretty sure you can imagine my friend was pissed that this girl kept on going, after her telling Val that he had a girl. But on top of that, Devin denying that he even knew this Val girl. So what happened in the ally? Ha. What else would a hoochie be doing in a dark ally way at night. You can probably guess.

So Loca, continues messaging this girl, seeing how far Val will go after telling her that Devin had a girl already. Val gives "Devin" her number (Actually Loca) without her even asking for it. Easy enough. Her messages in almost every single one is hinting for Devin to break it off with my friend so that they could be together. My friend not even flirting back. So from Locas own myspace she tells this girl to fall back, and stop acting like a hoe because she knows he's with someone. But to Val this was just a challenge. So she asks fer his number, and...haha you're gonna laugh, my friend gives Val hers. Guess what the putaface sends to my friends phone thinking it was Devins?

Pictures...3 of them. What was it a picture of? Well what else would a girl like this send. Yeah I know you know.

Hmmm, so we've seen how far this girl will take it...what to do now. Bitch her out? Beat her ass? I don't know. Not my problem, but I thought the whole situation was hilarious.

Well see what happens.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

When the going gets tough, your "friends" get the going.

Your friends tell you they're down for you, so when they need you...you ride for them. But when you need them, where the fuck are they? I learned the hard way, to depend on no one but yourself. People will disappoint you over and over again but in the end you know you can never let yourself down. A shoulder to cry on? Nah easy solution, keep your head up and don't find a reason to cry. Trusting someone with your emotions only gives them the power to break you. Past experiences have turned me cold, but made me smarter. My circle of friends is limited, real people are hard to come by these days. Girls are scandelous, guys are unreliable...so getting close to people is always a leap for me. But people will be who they are. So i guess I'm just saying know what to expect.