This is from my Dims post... Just wanted to share it here, too...
Kanye whines again... but this time, it's about Britney.
http://ap.google.com/article/ALeqM5g9M4PuzXJKuDUV_6OSsidg7SiVig
He talks smack on MTV itself (bite one of the hands that help feed you, hrm) and apparently had a little hissy cow when he didn't win an award, again...
And he cried and whined about not being on stage and it's not fair because Justin Timberbutt got to be on stage and it's soooo hard to be famous and wealthy and why me GAWD WHY??? -Kanye does Nancy Kerrigan impression in 3...2..1...- WHYYYYYYY?????!!!!!!!!!
Kanye, no offense because I'm sure you work super hard and all, but would you please go cry about what you didn't win in the privacy of one of your own mansions or at least hold your tears until you're in your Mercedes or Bentley or Rolls or whatever unaffordium on 4 wheels that brought you to the awards show? People were trying to have a good time and all your fussing was a major buzzkill, k?
Maybe I would be a big cry-baby if I didn't win an MTV award, too. But considering I *don't* have an MTV award and I still got out of bed and put a smile on my face this morning, I'd say all and all, he doesn't have much cause for complaint.
If he's soooooo bummed about how terribly MTV is treating Britney and the fact that they won't let him perform on the stage of his choice and the fact that he doesn't win everything for which he's nominated; then maybe he should quit making albums and go get a joe job like the rest of us? Just a suggestion.
~huff~
I feel better now!
I know!!! "Don't be hatin" is the message of the week... but I'm not rilly rilly hating on Kanye. I'm sure his life is stressful, however, maybe HE should stop hating on MTV, go count his money and enjoy life?
I'll say something nice now, to redeem myself.
I'm glad Kanye and I both live in a country where we're free to show our asses and piss and moan about stuff like this. America ain't perfect and I think our government is an overgroan impotent mess, but it's hella better than living in the desert or mud hut or some place where women aren't allowed to drive.
He can cry if he wants to, but he propbably shouldn't expect a lot of sympathy. (Clearly he expects MTV to roll over and hand him everything he desires, so I'm guessing he probably DOES expect sympathy too. Silly me.) Sheesh.
Monday, September 17, 2007
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Poor Leave Me Alone Dude... 16Sept07
Don't be hatin'. That's all he's trying to say. I mean, what do we have to lose by being cool to each other? Even those with whom we fundamentally disagree?
What's his name... I have to look it up, just a sec. Chris Cocker.
First, I owe him props because *I* certainly don't have the brass nuts it would take to post that kind of emotional moment on the effin NET. He knew what he was walking into, but I bet he did not expect it to blow up like that. Anyway, the guy is far more brave than me. As ironic as that sounds, it's true. Much easier to put on a cheesy grin and stick your butt out than it is to show yourself being all upset and stuff.
Second, if he IS acting, then bravo! For the serious! That's the stuff Oscars are made of. It's gut wrenching. The pain seems really sincere!
Third, the message is good, eh? Its delivery is extreme and kinda out there, but he's only saying it takes all kinds and we should be more open to that "live-and-let-live" vibe. Nauseatingly cliche, you're right, but the term has been around this long because there's merit to it. ~groan~ I'm getting preachy! Slap me, please. Hard. hee heee hee.
We can still have our opinions and what not. And it doesn't kill someone to let them know how you really feel sometimes, even if it's not positive. We improve as people when we get honest feedback about both our strengths and 'not-so-strengths'. lol
Plus, is he really all that different from the rest of the world? People are acting like he's an alien space invader. Get over it, geez. Boys in eyeliner is hardly "new". Hellooo, remember the 80's? David poopie Beckham has worn eyeliner and he's apparently some pop culture icon and Duke of all Maxim Readers, although not for the reasons I would have guessed.
I just don't think our Britney Boy is the big looney bird E! and VH1 say he is... Is that dumb?
Am I a tremendous dork for even blogging about it? LOL Now I'm laughing because if I did a search, I'm sure I would find a BUTT LOAD of blogs about him and they would ALL be as big of a waste of time as mine. LOL But that's what hobbies are right? They're kind of a waste of time. (Then again, I'm -thismuch- jealous because I don't have time for a hobby. I won't deny it.)
Ohkay, so, wrapping up... Chris Cocker... not -that- much of a spaz.
I would also like to add...
Kitties are awesome!
XOXO,
~Buffie
(My mood is "quixotic" and I don't know what that means, but I thought it sounded good at the time. I hope it doesn't mean "will soon develop IBS" or something like that. But just in case it does, my mood is NOT actually hopeful for a colonic disorder. That would not be good. I'm not at liberty to say anymore about my mood. Sorry.)
:D
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Ohkay, so I know I said I wouldn’t mention it again... but... 13Sept07
Normally I actually would NOT mention the previous bullshit which went down in country-fuck smokey town regarding my MySpace and the fact that I flash me boobies for the money.
BUT... I have to issue a retraction, maybe, because something occurred to me today.
The smokey old whore in question is still a uhh a... well... she's still a smokey old whore, ohkay. And not the fun kind either. Like, I know, when I'm like a zillion years old, I'm going to be a smokey old whore, too. Minus the smoke. Minus the whore part, too. Geezus, fine, so I'll just be old. But it will be the GOOD kind of old. Like some of my friends who aren't 22 anymore. They're still a BLAST and they're fun and they're HAPPY and they don't take up hobbies which involve meddling and gossip and aimless attempts to cause shit storms in other people's lives. They're the GOOD kind of smokey old whores. The smokey old whore I referenced before is NOT the good kind. For fuck sake, I'm so off track. Enough bout smokey old hos. -must-resist-urge-to-make-nappy-headed-ho-joke-must-resist-aaaak-akaaaakaakak (Imus is a loser, just FYI. Who cares what that smokey old whore says! LOL I kill! LOL LOL LOL)
Ohkay, the topic train is back in the station... about my retraction. It's not really a retraction. I guess I just wanted to add that I know the smokey old whore isn't the ONLY person who got in on the bash-Buffie-for-fun game. A LOT of other people joined in. I felt like a goddamned piñata. Fucking fuckers.
This is all I wanted to add, because I was worried that I had left the impression that I was blaming one person for all the trash talk, when there were in fact dozens of people; and I also wanted to add that I know *who* those dozens are.
Actually... there's one more tiny little thing I'd like to say about the subject, then I'd like to consider it closed.
I pity those of you who tried to hurt me. Sincerely, I do. I mean that with earnestness. This is not a high-and-mighty thing. It's a sad from my heart thing. I feel so badly at how many of you don't have friends or hobbies or interests beyond these very immature things in which you involve yourselves. It's way depressing. Don't get me wrong, I'm not losing sleep over it. But if you all had been kind to me instead of horrible, I would have been a friend to you. I might have been able to help you realize things about yourself you might not have known. It's a gift I have. I'm sometimes able to help people realize how very interesting and unique they are. Plus, I'm fun. Not bragging or anything, I simply happen to know I'm fun. Just like I know I'm fat. It's a fact and I don't deny it. I'm fun and I am blessed with the ability to share my fun with almost everybody. The gift of contagious laughter, maybe.
But... you blew it. A lot of you had a choice to be nice or be awful. Those of you who chose awful have missed out. I forgive you, and soon I will have forgotten your nastiness, but you won't get another chance with me because I'll never trust you. That is YOUR loss and it's sad because there's clearly a part of you that NEEDS something good in your life. Have you ever even traveled 2 zip codes beyond your own home? (No, the casino boats on the north side of town don't count.)
If you're going to continue to snoop around and see what I'm doing (which is the same damn thing I was doing last time you checked, aren't you bored yet?) then I can at least try to make something positive happen for you.
Here's what to do... After you're done reading this and deciding who you're going to tell about it tomorrow, stop and ask yourself if they really care. Ask yourself why YOU care! Why DO you care? Don't you have things in your own life that are better to do? Is it because I'm fat? Can you not wrap your mind around the fact that people of all shapes, sizes and colors can feel great about themselves? What gives? Rhetorical questions, obviously.
Back on track again... sorry... Ohkay, so finish reading this... THEN... plan a trip. Somewhere you've never been. I don't care if it's 100 miles away or 2,000 miles away. Just think about a simple budget and plan to GO SOMEWHERE.
Once you've decided where you're going, get online and learn about that place. What's the local food? Is it a historic place? Do they speak with an accent there? Even go one step further and maybe start corresponding with a few locals online. Ask them about life in their community. How is it different from your life? How is it the same? What attracted you to this place?
Now, get in your car or get on a train or boat or whatever and GO THERE. Spend a couple of days. Take TONS of pictures and smile like your face is going to break. LAUGH!!! Laugh a LOT! Go to the local gift shop and look for silly post cards or those goofy collectible spoons and think of who among your friends would get a giggle out of receiving such a token. Make memories and cherish them.
Wait a couple of months.
REPEAT, except do it in a new location.
For the serious, traveling is a simple way to enrich your life and cause you to grow as a person. Good trips, bad trips, boring trips all leave an imprint on your mind and give you cause for thought. You'll learn more about who you are. You'll learn more about why things matter to you. You might even learn that some things, like, ahem, other people's personal lives, don't matter to you at all! Hey, wouldn't that be something!? =) See? Told you I'm fun... even if it's in a cheeky, snarky way.
Can't afford to travel? No problem. Clearly you have internet access. Use the satellite view on Google Maps to see the Eiffel Tower or the Great Wall. Get on Wikipedia and find out what happened to the residents of Pompeii when Mount Vesuvius erupted. Watch a YouTube video about funny cats. Have a giggle! Just DO SOMETHING different today that you've never done before. Even if you only add a word to your vocabulary. The diamonds with the brightest fire have the most intricate facets. So add some facets to yourself and make an effort to shine a little brighter.
While I don't wish you winning powerball numbers or anything like that, I do wish you peace and I do hope you manage to find joy in your life, although I get the impression that probably doesn't come easily for you. Egads, there goes my pity reflex again... gulp. We all have our challenges, don't we?
Either way, bygones. It's cool. Don't be frustrated that you couldn't bring me down. I'm the only one who can bring me down. Just take that as a sign that you should be doing something better with your time, k?
Alrighty... I feel better now. Said all I have to say. Mostly. For now anyhow. LOL
Namaste,
~Buffie
BUT... I have to issue a retraction, maybe, because something occurred to me today.
The smokey old whore in question is still a uhh a... well... she's still a smokey old whore, ohkay. And not the fun kind either. Like, I know, when I'm like a zillion years old, I'm going to be a smokey old whore, too. Minus the smoke. Minus the whore part, too. Geezus, fine, so I'll just be old. But it will be the GOOD kind of old. Like some of my friends who aren't 22 anymore. They're still a BLAST and they're fun and they're HAPPY and they don't take up hobbies which involve meddling and gossip and aimless attempts to cause shit storms in other people's lives. They're the GOOD kind of smokey old whores. The smokey old whore I referenced before is NOT the good kind. For fuck sake, I'm so off track. Enough bout smokey old hos. -must-resist-urge-to-make-nappy-headed-ho-joke-must-resist-aaaak-akaaaakaakak (Imus is a loser, just FYI. Who cares what that smokey old whore says! LOL I kill! LOL LOL LOL)
Ohkay, the topic train is back in the station... about my retraction. It's not really a retraction. I guess I just wanted to add that I know the smokey old whore isn't the ONLY person who got in on the bash-Buffie-for-fun game. A LOT of other people joined in. I felt like a goddamned piñata. Fucking fuckers.
This is all I wanted to add, because I was worried that I had left the impression that I was blaming one person for all the trash talk, when there were in fact dozens of people; and I also wanted to add that I know *who* those dozens are.
Actually... there's one more tiny little thing I'd like to say about the subject, then I'd like to consider it closed.
I pity those of you who tried to hurt me. Sincerely, I do. I mean that with earnestness. This is not a high-and-mighty thing. It's a sad from my heart thing. I feel so badly at how many of you don't have friends or hobbies or interests beyond these very immature things in which you involve yourselves. It's way depressing. Don't get me wrong, I'm not losing sleep over it. But if you all had been kind to me instead of horrible, I would have been a friend to you. I might have been able to help you realize things about yourself you might not have known. It's a gift I have. I'm sometimes able to help people realize how very interesting and unique they are. Plus, I'm fun. Not bragging or anything, I simply happen to know I'm fun. Just like I know I'm fat. It's a fact and I don't deny it. I'm fun and I am blessed with the ability to share my fun with almost everybody. The gift of contagious laughter, maybe.
But... you blew it. A lot of you had a choice to be nice or be awful. Those of you who chose awful have missed out. I forgive you, and soon I will have forgotten your nastiness, but you won't get another chance with me because I'll never trust you. That is YOUR loss and it's sad because there's clearly a part of you that NEEDS something good in your life. Have you ever even traveled 2 zip codes beyond your own home? (No, the casino boats on the north side of town don't count.)
If you're going to continue to snoop around and see what I'm doing (which is the same damn thing I was doing last time you checked, aren't you bored yet?) then I can at least try to make something positive happen for you.
Here's what to do... After you're done reading this and deciding who you're going to tell about it tomorrow, stop and ask yourself if they really care. Ask yourself why YOU care! Why DO you care? Don't you have things in your own life that are better to do? Is it because I'm fat? Can you not wrap your mind around the fact that people of all shapes, sizes and colors can feel great about themselves? What gives? Rhetorical questions, obviously.
Back on track again... sorry... Ohkay, so finish reading this... THEN... plan a trip. Somewhere you've never been. I don't care if it's 100 miles away or 2,000 miles away. Just think about a simple budget and plan to GO SOMEWHERE.
Once you've decided where you're going, get online and learn about that place. What's the local food? Is it a historic place? Do they speak with an accent there? Even go one step further and maybe start corresponding with a few locals online. Ask them about life in their community. How is it different from your life? How is it the same? What attracted you to this place?
Now, get in your car or get on a train or boat or whatever and GO THERE. Spend a couple of days. Take TONS of pictures and smile like your face is going to break. LAUGH!!! Laugh a LOT! Go to the local gift shop and look for silly post cards or those goofy collectible spoons and think of who among your friends would get a giggle out of receiving such a token. Make memories and cherish them.
Wait a couple of months.
REPEAT, except do it in a new location.
For the serious, traveling is a simple way to enrich your life and cause you to grow as a person. Good trips, bad trips, boring trips all leave an imprint on your mind and give you cause for thought. You'll learn more about who you are. You'll learn more about why things matter to you. You might even learn that some things, like, ahem, other people's personal lives, don't matter to you at all! Hey, wouldn't that be something!? =) See? Told you I'm fun... even if it's in a cheeky, snarky way.
Can't afford to travel? No problem. Clearly you have internet access. Use the satellite view on Google Maps to see the Eiffel Tower or the Great Wall. Get on Wikipedia and find out what happened to the residents of Pompeii when Mount Vesuvius erupted. Watch a YouTube video about funny cats. Have a giggle! Just DO SOMETHING different today that you've never done before. Even if you only add a word to your vocabulary. The diamonds with the brightest fire have the most intricate facets. So add some facets to yourself and make an effort to shine a little brighter.
While I don't wish you winning powerball numbers or anything like that, I do wish you peace and I do hope you manage to find joy in your life, although I get the impression that probably doesn't come easily for you. Egads, there goes my pity reflex again... gulp. We all have our challenges, don't we?
Either way, bygones. It's cool. Don't be frustrated that you couldn't bring me down. I'm the only one who can bring me down. Just take that as a sign that you should be doing something better with your time, k?
Alrighty... I feel better now. Said all I have to say. Mostly. For now anyhow. LOL
Namaste,
~Buffie
Saturday, September 8, 2007
Out of the closet... Out of my mind. 08Sept07
I made the decision to not have my profile be private anymore. My in-box has over 500 FIVE HUNDRED messages in it that I know won't be able to answer and I'm sorry about that.
But ... hell...
The reason I destroyed my first profile was because someone tried to use it against me. Isn't that the stupidest shit you ever heard???
Some smokey old whore saw it and thought to herself "How DARE a fat girl act like she doesn't hate herself". That person, who clearly has nothing better to do, tried to tell the entire universe about my 'dirty little secret'. Little did the dried out leather faced hag know that I have no shame about myself nor my body. She was probably too hungover to realize that beauty exists in all shapes and sizes. Poor ignorant old bar fly. She saw someone young and happy. It made her jealous and bitter because she's spent so much of her life hating herself and chowing down on diet pills and she did the only thing she could to make herself feel better... She tried to bring me down. I almost pity the fact that she failed. LOL
Enough about that and I will never mention it again.
Anyway, I've unlocked Pandora's box and I'm going to live with it.
Why should I have to act like I've got secrets? Why should I have to worry? I'm not doing anything wrong. After all, I'm the one who insists that I do what I want. So I'm doing what I want and I'm not going to hide it from anyone. If they want to judge, let them judge! For every 1 person who judges, 10 cool people want to be my friend. Isn't it awesome when the haters are outnumbered? I dig it!
But I won't lie, I'm still a teensy bit nervous someone is going to do or say something awful. Not that it will actually bring any harm to me. I have survived high school and that's where I've heard every imaginable insult known to mankind. Screw em.
Time to focus on my current friends and my future friends. Have fun viewing my entirely stupid profile. You won't discover any groundbreaking news and it will be 3 minutes of your life you'll never get back, but if it makes you giggle, I've done my job. =)
Now go forth and have BEER for it is the weekend and that's what we do!
_Grins_
But ... hell...
The reason I destroyed my first profile was because someone tried to use it against me. Isn't that the stupidest shit you ever heard???
Some smokey old whore saw it and thought to herself "How DARE a fat girl act like she doesn't hate herself". That person, who clearly has nothing better to do, tried to tell the entire universe about my 'dirty little secret'. Little did the dried out leather faced hag know that I have no shame about myself nor my body. She was probably too hungover to realize that beauty exists in all shapes and sizes. Poor ignorant old bar fly. She saw someone young and happy. It made her jealous and bitter because she's spent so much of her life hating herself and chowing down on diet pills and she did the only thing she could to make herself feel better... She tried to bring me down. I almost pity the fact that she failed. LOL
Enough about that and I will never mention it again.
Anyway, I've unlocked Pandora's box and I'm going to live with it.
Why should I have to act like I've got secrets? Why should I have to worry? I'm not doing anything wrong. After all, I'm the one who insists that I do what I want. So I'm doing what I want and I'm not going to hide it from anyone. If they want to judge, let them judge! For every 1 person who judges, 10 cool people want to be my friend. Isn't it awesome when the haters are outnumbered? I dig it!
But I won't lie, I'm still a teensy bit nervous someone is going to do or say something awful. Not that it will actually bring any harm to me. I have survived high school and that's where I've heard every imaginable insult known to mankind. Screw em.
Time to focus on my current friends and my future friends. Have fun viewing my entirely stupid profile. You won't discover any groundbreaking news and it will be 3 minutes of your life you'll never get back, but if it makes you giggle, I've done my job. =)
Now go forth and have BEER for it is the weekend and that's what we do!
_Grins_
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