Lots of new things going on over here. So many that I don't know where to start. I feel like I'm trying to type a paper and I'm pulling a blank, even though I'm fully aware of what I could write about...ok so fuck that.
You know, I was working out the other day and I think I was so close to losing consciousness, I had an epiphany...
[I hate when people talk really loudly on their blue tooth. That bugs the hell out of me. Especially if I'm trying to type something from the dome to the screen type of thing..."free styling" if you will. So I had this great epiphany that I just forgot because some asshole in here is talking on the blue tooth like their in a construction danger zone with heavy artillery in their "immediate personal bubble space"...]
And I must admit, my head is a bit cloudy. I haven't had much of my usual snack foods because I'm trying to "get fit". You know how trends are...natural hair, vintage clothes, tats and healthy eating seems to be the 2012 motto. So far, I've got 2 of the 4 pretty much sealed off but, even if I could afford to get lost in a consignment shop for 6 hours, I can't fit some these vintage styles. I'm not FAT whatsoever, and will never consider myself as such but uhh...I'm a lil blessed in some areas. Which is great, until you realize your "go-to jeans" are like spandex on your ankles. I'm too physically aware of myself to let my body flop over into a diabetic, heart attack mine field.
(I'm slightly impressed by my metaphors today considering I'm running on a can of chunky Cambell's soup instead of a Whopper)
So I'm cutting down and soon (next payday) I'm planning on slowly, but surely transforming my kitchen into a non-man-made kitchen. Basically meaning I'm going to be learning how to prepare a few things that I would normally just pick up from WalMart. I've been reading up on a few things and "they" say if man made it, don't eat it...so that's what I'm sticking by for this step of my healthy process.
Since I've been working out, I've started to love myself a tad bit more. You know, I've always had damn good self esteem but these past few weeks, I've been feeling myself a little too much. I'm sure I look the same as when I started running but I just feel so much better. I feel so damn good, things that would usually make me feel miserable and angry (such as modern rap music) don't have the same effect on me. I love running to gangster (aka "ratchet") rap music. Booty-droppin', granny-forbidden, degrading, and economically shameful lyrics fluttering around my brain seems to be the only way I'll work out with some effort. And of course, if this music is not available, I don't mind rapping the lyrics out loud...REALLY LOUD...Almost as loud as that jerk on the blue tooth haha. I usually tend to do somewhat of a 2-chainz, Chief Keef, Rick Ross medley. I find it to be very encouraging for some odd reason.
Now, don't get me wrong...I do not approve of children listening to this music and I do believe it plays a part in what could be considered the destruction of today's youth but uhh... I'm grown and know better than to "pop a molly and buss it open" or respond to demands such as "you know I came to stunt, so drop that p---- b----!" I feel more than confident that I am psychologically approved to listen to some ratchet shit every now and then, especially since I don't club much. At least that's what I tell myself but whatever motivates you, right?
Unfortunately, I have found myself slightly suffering from one mild side effect...I've become obsessed with 2 Chainz. He's actually quite hideous for my taste but he's rich and catchy. I knew I was in too deep when I caught myself rapping about "I GOT CRIINAACCCKKK" while at work. Then came that awkward moment when you say a new word and everyone wants to know what it means...I would've been honest and frankly said, "Well, it's slang for I've got crack." Of course, I chose to take the more subtle route and replied with a simple, "Hm. I'm not even sure what that means." So for now, I'm safe but I figured with as much loud rap as I've been consuming lately, it's bound to happen again...soon.
Maybe I could listen to some alternative pop. That seems to run rampid through the gym these days. But I hate following the trend (neglect to revisit my earlier statement in which I may or may not have admitted to attempting to follow a few popular trends for the year of 2012, Thank you) so I'll probably stick with what works. If it ain't broke, don't fix it!...I used to believe that particular cliche phrase was a bit "tired" but it fits oh so well these days lol
Well it's time for me to conclude this chat, although it has been more than pleasant...I guess. I mean, technically I'm talking to myself and you're reading it. Are you amused? Wouldn't matter I suppose but anyway, yes. That is all. :)
--deena
You know, I was working out the other day and I think I was so close to losing consciousness, I had an epiphany...
[I hate when people talk really loudly on their blue tooth. That bugs the hell out of me. Especially if I'm trying to type something from the dome to the screen type of thing..."free styling" if you will. So I had this great epiphany that I just forgot because some asshole in here is talking on the blue tooth like their in a construction danger zone with heavy artillery in their "immediate personal bubble space"...]
And I must admit, my head is a bit cloudy. I haven't had much of my usual snack foods because I'm trying to "get fit". You know how trends are...natural hair, vintage clothes, tats and healthy eating seems to be the 2012 motto. So far, I've got 2 of the 4 pretty much sealed off but, even if I could afford to get lost in a consignment shop for 6 hours, I can't fit some these vintage styles. I'm not FAT whatsoever, and will never consider myself as such but uhh...I'm a lil blessed in some areas. Which is great, until you realize your "go-to jeans" are like spandex on your ankles. I'm too physically aware of myself to let my body flop over into a diabetic, heart attack mine field.
(I'm slightly impressed by my metaphors today considering I'm running on a can of chunky Cambell's soup instead of a Whopper)
So I'm cutting down and soon (next payday) I'm planning on slowly, but surely transforming my kitchen into a non-man-made kitchen. Basically meaning I'm going to be learning how to prepare a few things that I would normally just pick up from WalMart. I've been reading up on a few things and "they" say if man made it, don't eat it...so that's what I'm sticking by for this step of my healthy process.
Since I've been working out, I've started to love myself a tad bit more. You know, I've always had damn good self esteem but these past few weeks, I've been feeling myself a little too much. I'm sure I look the same as when I started running but I just feel so much better. I feel so damn good, things that would usually make me feel miserable and angry (such as modern rap music) don't have the same effect on me. I love running to gangster (aka "ratchet") rap music. Booty-droppin', granny-forbidden, degrading, and economically shameful lyrics fluttering around my brain seems to be the only way I'll work out with some effort. And of course, if this music is not available, I don't mind rapping the lyrics out loud...REALLY LOUD...Almost as loud as that jerk on the blue tooth haha. I usually tend to do somewhat of a 2-chainz, Chief Keef, Rick Ross medley. I find it to be very encouraging for some odd reason.
Now, don't get me wrong...I do not approve of children listening to this music and I do believe it plays a part in what could be considered the destruction of today's youth but uhh... I'm grown and know better than to "pop a molly and buss it open" or respond to demands such as "you know I came to stunt, so drop that p---- b----!" I feel more than confident that I am psychologically approved to listen to some ratchet shit every now and then, especially since I don't club much. At least that's what I tell myself but whatever motivates you, right?
Unfortunately, I have found myself slightly suffering from one mild side effect...I've become obsessed with 2 Chainz. He's actually quite hideous for my taste but he's rich and catchy. I knew I was in too deep when I caught myself rapping about "I GOT CRIINAACCCKKK" while at work. Then came that awkward moment when you say a new word and everyone wants to know what it means...I would've been honest and frankly said, "Well, it's slang for I've got crack." Of course, I chose to take the more subtle route and replied with a simple, "Hm. I'm not even sure what that means." So for now, I'm safe but I figured with as much loud rap as I've been consuming lately, it's bound to happen again...soon.
Maybe I could listen to some alternative pop. That seems to run rampid through the gym these days. But I hate following the trend (neglect to revisit my earlier statement in which I may or may not have admitted to attempting to follow a few popular trends for the year of 2012, Thank you) so I'll probably stick with what works. If it ain't broke, don't fix it!...I used to believe that particular cliche phrase was a bit "tired" but it fits oh so well these days lol
Well it's time for me to conclude this chat, although it has been more than pleasant...I guess. I mean, technically I'm talking to myself and you're reading it. Are you amused? Wouldn't matter I suppose but anyway, yes. That is all. :)
--deena
Hahaa I hate workinng out but I do agree that it makes me feel supahhh good.Keep it cus:) the fit strugle is hard...not that i would know. My booty was jigglin with each step on my way to class so imma get myself together and tighten up. that way when i twerk to rachet music my booty has a slight bounce rather than jiggly jello nahh mean? love you! miss you! you cray but I like it.
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