giant twinkie

i just saw a man in a giant twinkie outfit talking to a man in a giant apple outfit. i wonder what else is going to happen today. it's off to a very entertaining start.

check yourself

so i feel really good that i was able to check myself this weekend. i started feeling a little weird this weekend and i couldn't figure out what was going on. it was a familiar feeling and instead of just running with it and getting myself into a situation that was going to be bad for me, i was able to just stop myself and just remove myself from the situation. i was also able to not propel myself further into the situation today. i chilled out by myself and went to my parents' house for dinner and instead of chasing after something, i am just gonna read and go to bed. yay me! baby steps, baby steps. i feel good that i am growing and learning.

fuck me pumps

this has nothing to do with my day today and the fact that i think i sprained/bruised my toe at the beach today while trying to hang out in a windstorm. funniest day ever!

by amy winehouse

When you walk in the bar,
And you dressed like a star,
Rockin' your F me pumps.

And the men notice you,
With your Gucci bag crew,
Can't tell who he's lookin' to.

Cuz you all look the same,
Everyone knows your name,
And that's you whole claim to fame.

Never miss a night,
Cuz your dream in life,
Is to be a footballers wife.

You don't like players,
That's what you say-a,
But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire.

You don't like ballers,
They don't do nothing for ya,
But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller.

You're more than a fan,
Lookin' for a man,
But you end up with one-nights-stands.

He could be your whole life,
If you got past one night,
But that part never goes right.

In the morning you're vexed,
He's onto the next,
And you didn't even get no taste.

Don't be too upset,
If they call you a skank,
Cuz like the news everyday you get pressed.

You don't like players,
That's what you say-a,
But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire.

Or them big balers,
Don't do nothing for ya.
But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller,

You can't sit down right,
Cuz you jeans are too tight,
And your lucky its ladies night.

With your big empty purse,
Every week it gets worse,
At least your breasts cost more than hers.

So you did Miami,
Cuz you got there for free,
But somehow you missed the plane.

You did too much E,
Met somebody,
And spent the night getting cane.

Without girls like you,
There'd be no fun,
We'd go to the club and not see anyone.

Without girls like you,
There's no nightlife,
All those just go home to their wives.

Don't be mad at me,
Cuz your brushing thirty,
And your old tricks no longer work.

You should have known from the job,
That you always get dumped,
So dust off your fuck me pumps.