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Wednesday, 28 January 2009

  • Your WHAT twelve point two inches?! O:

    My yard is full of twelve inches of snow. =/ And it's all pretty bluhh. It all started yesterday, seeing as a big snowstorm was coming while I was walking home from school. I thought of course that it'd be pretty cool to finally get some snow around these parts but of course I'm always wrong! As always. We get over like...eight inches, and I get pissed. Decide to take a nap, wait for it to cool down and everything like it should. IT DOESN'T. I mean, come on. what the hell? I hate Indiana. FOUR HOURS AND IT'S STILL SNOWING?!!! I hate these country state. I wanna be in Flordia, or in Cali, or maybe even MEXICO. It doesn't SNOW in mexico! SURE IT'S FULL OF MEXICANS BUT DUHHH, IT'S MEXICOOOOO.

    Oh well. I'm over it now.

    Stupid snow.
    Bullocks.

Monday, 26 January 2009

  • 'YO. Your phone is BANGIN.

     So on Christmas I got the new Verizon Blitz. It's pretty sweet.
    Why yes, it's pretty intense. It slides, has those cool keyboard button things. It's  got a cool camera on it -- why yes I am good at describing things thank you -- and it's just a radilicious phone all together so I'd buy it. THAT. And it's a prepay. ;D Uh-huh ohh yeahhhh. That's why momma bought it for me in the first place. The prepayyyy. 8D I love it, I love texting on it, and I just love the look all together. I mean damn, who wouldn't want this blue, awesomelicious phone of awesomeliciousness? Apparently awesomeliciousness and awesomelicious is a word to Firefox, which is fine by me, but probably not gonna be fine for my teachers next time I wanna do a paper. XDD

      
    I took this picture with my amazing phone of awesomeliciousness. ;D
    Sweet, huh?


Sunday, 25 January 2009

  • Why Hello there, Plus sized lady.

    Well hello down there, my pudgy little belly. Here's to you, for making me glorious. Here's to you, for making me beautiful. So what, I may not be all skin and bones. I may not be able to wear a bikini without getting weird stares from people at the pool, my stretchmarks may make me feel awkward sometimes, but here's to you. =D

    I love my thighs. I love the fact that they touch. I love the fact that I don't have so much space between them that I walk a bit bowlegged. I love my thighs, for they are the reason that I look good in skinny jeans -- which do come in a plus size as well. I love my thighs for they are the reason I look good in...ANYTHING.

    I love my breasts, well. For the most part I do. I love the way that you grew with me boobies, the way that I didn't stuff myself full of toilet tissue for the fullness effect. I love you boobies, even though you do get heavy and tender sometimes during that time of the month. D:

    I love you curves. Marvelous curves. Curves that come from being Naturally plus sized. I love the way you complement my outfits everyday. The way I don't want to hide you with a slimmer-downer thingie. [ What are those things called again..?]

    I love you chubby cheeks. The chubby cheeks that make me cute when I smile, cute when I laugh.

    I love you Lane Bryant, all those awesome plus sized stores. Torrid, Rue Twenty One, Tall girl. I love you.

    Here's to you, my plus sized body.
    Hopefully other women will agree that you're glorious as well.


Saturday, 24 January 2009

  • Hey Gabbi, Can I get your digits? :]

    So, I was rather displeased on Wednesday. I became sick with what I believe was Salmonella [ -CURSE YOU, PEANUT BUTTER-]; I got called a Doily dyke, and other things happened. But, the worst thing of all was this --

    "Hey you on the back of the bus, are you single?" 
    "Uhm, sure?" Now, being the confusing, cutsie girl I am, how am I supposed to answer this random question from this hoodlum?
    "You're relatively good lookin', how old are you?"
    "RELATIVELY?! What the hell? Worship me fool--" I wanted to say. Instead I shifted my eyes to my friend sitting in the seat next to me, who was giggling and texting her boyfriend.  All alone to deal with this.
    "Uhm, Fifteen." What's the use about lying about my age?
    "What's your name?"
    "NOW YOU ASK?!" I screeched. His eyes grew big. I creeped him out, I KNEW IT. xD HE WOULD LEAVE ME ALONE. Well. Not exactly. I was wrong --

    "...No seriously. Tell me,"
    Great.

    "Gabbi."
    "Hey Gabbi, can I get 'yo digits?"
    "...What?"
    "You know, yo' digits? Yo' numbah?"
    "Uhm, your momma?"
    "Yo' numbah~"

    So I give him the number to the rejection hotline. Not like I really needed it, but it was stored safely in my beautiful  cellphone. A verizon blitz, ftw.

    And that next day I was home sick.
    Because of salmonella. So I don't know how he's coping with being rejected from the most proper girl on the bus.

    THE end. :]

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