6lack Concert – 12.15.2018

One of my best friends told me a few months ago that she got tickets to the 6lack concert: East Atlanta Love Letter.

FRIEND DATE!

I hadn’t really listened to his music until she mentioned him, so I downloaded the album on good ol’ Spotify and listened to it. It wasn’t bad! I wasn’t emotionally invested in it, but it wasn’t bad music. Definitely vibing.

I hadn’t listened to the album again until earlier that day of the concert.

So the day finally comes, and we meet up to head to the venue. On the way there, she admits that she listened to some songs earlier in the day and was shocked that she was ever so emotional about it all, haha!

But we both agreed it was still cool music and worth vibing to.

We arrive at the venue and are surprised to get PRIME PARKING. Like, right next to the entrance. Mind you, it’s freaking cold outside and with the wind blowing, ugh. We were dying. 

So up close parking was a huge, shocking win.

We get out of the car to stand in the LONG line and are starting to see a trend of the attendees.

THEY WERE CHILDREN!

Like not even kidding, some of them brought their moms! We look at each other like “what the actual fuck is going on??”

The line wraps around the block, and as we walk, they just keep getting younger and younger! 

Ok, so earlier, my husband was like “yea baby get them free drinks”! He was encouraging me to not dip into our money and let the strangers do the work; he gets me ♥ 

After seeing the crowd, I immediately thought “There’s no way in hell I’m getting free drinks tonight, no one is of age!” They would literally need to be selling juice boxes and soda tonight! I even FaceTime’d him to prove that these were legit kids here. He was dying of laughter [and probably felt bad].

I realized as we were standing in line that the reason we got such great parking was because no one had a freaking driver license! lol We were laughing so hard, oh my gosh…

I know I’m exaggerating a little bit, but this was some epic stuff happening.

We finally get inside the venue and things are too bad. There were some older people getting drinks from the bar. The line definitely wasn’t long, haha!

We had general admin tickets for the floor, so we wandered around to comfortable spot in the back and sdtarted people watching. These kids wore all kinds of crazy ridiculous stuff that probably cost a lot of money to look stupid. 

It was truly an experience, and I’m glad I got to experience it with her. It turned out to be a fun night, but we definitely learned not to buy tickets on impulse and to research the artist’s demographics beforehand!

♥ // C.S.

Chicken Wangs and Naked Thangs

Woops, there goes a drunk phone call to the one who makes my stomach hurt from laughing.

A brilliant mistake. Like Sticky Notes. 

Our mix matched convo like picking a pair of socks in the dark. It’s a debacle of humor and gore. No no no, you’re not ready!

Why is he naked eating chicken wings? Your guess is as good as mine. But it’s quite a feat to chow down on some delicious pollo covered in whatever wonderful sauce you can dream up while standing in the nude. Bravo to you, champ; bravo to you. If only Bdubs would allow me to enjoy my Humpday Happy Hour with my Jammin Jalapeno and drank while letting the girls hang loose…glory days I tell ya.

What a good fuckin day. I had wings, alcoholic beverages, surrounded by friends, and ended the night talking to myyyy nigga.
Cunt, you better visit in 2 weeks or all Hell will break loose. 

Kirk Franklin just came on my Spotify hahahaha I feel like I’m sinning by drunk blogging. NEXT! lmao!

Birthday Recovery update per request of Har+New:
I survived! I chugged a Dosarita on the way to Piola’s. Had wine for $3 you call it at Piola’s then wandered down to Taps for some sexy ass Bingo. Every time they call 069, it’s free shots!! Plus it was my birthday so that was just shots shots shots!
Went to get my nose pierced after Taps then went out to Lumens? It got fuzzy at that point. All I know is I bust my ass at some point and woke up with a pierced nose, a swollen forehead, busted lip and tender ears (had just gotten my second hole recently). In the past few weeks, I’ve gotten a nose ring, 2 extra holes in each ear, and a tattoo. #winning. 

I’m damned tired. Bye Felicia.

C.S.

The Chase

The chase, the thrill. It’s so damn exciting, you spend all your free time indulging in it. You want it so bad but don’t want to seem desperate. You know it’ll run away if frazzled and leave your ass in the dumps. Or if something better than you catches its eye, you’re a non-motherfuckin’ factor at that point.

You tend to it and protect it; make it feel welcomed and comfortable with you. Man oh man, you just can’t wait until it’s yours but you don’t really want it right now. You want to have it without having to deal with it. You put so much energy into this…

And as soon as it notices your advances, shows some interest, and returns the adornment, you don’t want it anymore. Though you made such a sweet, valiant ass effort to hunt this sucker down…you don’t want it.

Chasing shadows in this crooked game of finders keepers; more like finders weepers. What more of a waste of time does life have to offer?

I say fuck the pretenders and off with their heads.

The day of meatballs

So I was making a beat on Fruity Loops as usual and caught a craving for meatballs. I stopped jamming and went to the kitchen to start cooking. My sister had already let the meat sit out to defrost for a long time, so it wasn’t frozen or anything. She had sat it in the fridge until someone got to it to cook.

Now, I assumed the meat wasn’t going to be frozen but I didn’t expect it to be as cold as it was. I break up the meat and start seasoning it. My right hand is doing most of the breaking up of the meat.

I finish seasoning the meat and proceed to start rolling it into balls when my right hand went crazy and started to ache. It was my middle finger and my ring finger. They were so cold!! I let them sit in lukewarm water for a little but the still hurt! THEN what scares me the most is they start to swell! And I don’t mean a little big, I mean hey were fat and tight. I got so nervous I Googled it and was looking for some kind of home remedy.

No luck.

Eventually I realized that I just needed to give them time to get back to normal. They did, thank goodness. They were swollen for so long though!

Has that ever happened to you?

The meatballs were delicious

I. Hate. Hangnails.

How does this even happen?! I mean I know how it happens, but HOW!

It’s on my middle finger and hurts like a bloody mother funker. And no, I will not pull it off. Do you do that? How?! That hurts, too, Sweet Magdalene…
Haha, I’m a little baby, give me a break. I’d say my only options are to wait until it falls off or cut it off with nail clippers, but I haven’t the slightest idea where my clippers are.
My least favorite part is when it gets caught in my clothes and my hair. It’s literally bleeding right now. Well, if you can call a little spot of blood bleeding…

Hope you’re enjoying the posts. I don’t know how the hell I’ve gotten this many followers. Not complaining. I’m thankful. Keep commenting and I’ll keep being a fucktard.

C.S.

Pseudo-friendships aka FriendSHITS – speak your mind

Have you ever had one of those? A friendship that really only existed during times of need, as in they needed you? Or they only talked to you when you were around other people so everyone could see yall were “friends”? Basically, a friendship that only existed when it was beneficial to the other person?

Those can all suck my left nut, and I don’t even have one.

Go ahead, comment and let it lose. Tell me what you’ve wanted to tell them or just express yourself however you want. Don’t be shy, I won’t tell 😉

Oh, I Wish

I wish I could dance like Beyoncé and Ciara.

I wish milkshakes and meatballs was a diet plan.

I wish the saying “it’s raining cats and dogs” was literal.

I wish I had every single magic power portrayed in the movies.

I wish racism was a myth.

I wish I didn’t feel like a puddle of mud after I finish doing my Insanity workouts.

I wish there were theme songs and music to everyday scenes of my life.

I wish my clothes would wash themselves.

I wish I could record every day with my eyeballs and play it back whenever I wanted.

I wish people answered when I called them instead of texting me.

I wish being silly was the norm and rude people were cursed with incessant explosive diarrhea.

I wish getting your bachelor’s degree meant you automatically get a job.

I wish people could read my mind so I didn’t have to tell them that I don’t like them.

I wish bullies didn’t exist and all awkward kids knew that I would be their friend.

I wish I could have spent a little more time with my dad before he passed.

I wish dinosaurs were still around because I’ve got a lot of homework it could eat. [“Sorry my dinosaur ate my homework”]

I wish I got paid to do dumb things like write posts like this and put a smile on someone’s face.

I wish you continue to read my blog, comment, like, and subscribe.

I wish you obey your Sasquatch.

Bucket List – I Need Your Help!

Ladies, gents, and all those in between,

I think it’s time that I make a bucket list. Yea?! Let’s face it; I’m about to graduate college and job hunt for a bit. Not too much to look forward to there! I want to get moving and do something! Funny thing is, I have no F’in idea what I’d put on my list! I know it’s supposed to be things that I want to do before I die, but jeez, I’m kinda drawing a blank. Help me out! Post some suggestions, share this with your other followers and have them comment as well! I’ll add it to my list (as long as it has nothing to do with spiders or sexual things– negatory)!!

I haven’t asked much of yall, until now. Obey your Sasquatch 😉

                  please.