No bullshit.

"You already know what time it is.
Reach up in that dresser where them condoms is.
And baby when I get it I'll never let go,
Gonna take it slow.
We ain't gonna stop till 9 AM.
If you can't take it all baby say when.
Make you cum over and over again.
And I'ma leave it in, when we do it...
All night.
When we do it...
All night.
When we do it...
All night.
It's all right girl.
Don't you be on that bullshit...
Don't you be on that bullshit...
Don't you be on that bullshit...
Sooo fly girllll."

Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, this right hurr....be my JAM!
For more reasons than the obvious ;)
I have to say...it brings back memories from my high school days.
*sigh* After prom...
Anyway.
The whole reason for my typing that out has absolutely nothing to do with what the song is referring to.
Even though its my jam haha.
Anyway, my topic of the evening is...
No bullshit.
If you ask Diddy, he'll call it "No Bitch Ass Ness" [Ten Thousand points if you get that reference :)]
If you ask anyone else, there's no telling what they'd call it.
But most people would agree that bullshit is unacceptable.
I would have to agree myself.
I've tried to cut some of the bullshit out of my life...
But unfortunately there can only be so much happiness in life.
Anyway, I'm off-track.
Point is, I'm going to become an advocate of no bitchassness...
And no bullshit.
So what better way to do that, than by ending bitchassness/bullshit in my own personality/endeavors.
Hopefully it'll catch on to others around here in this God forsaken town...and outside of this town too.

I've determined that I said 10000 words too many in this post, rather than just saying "I'm cutting out bullshit in my life."
But hell, it's my blog spot. If you don't like what I have to say or how I say it, kick rocks homie.

& that is all [for now].

If Everyone Cared.

Ayo, what it is.
I be Allie.
I. Am. So. Bored.
I'm here at work with absolutely nothing to do.
No cases.
No work.
Just...bored.
This never happens!
I'm an attorney for crying out loud.
I almost always have SOMETHING to do.
But not with this economy.
Can't someone just sue someone and bring the case to me?
I mean damn.
I own the damn firm.
And Wes doesn't.
Because he's gone.
To Texas.
With Robert.
Yippee.
I have someone new, I need to tell you guys.
I almost forgot.
Anyway, yeah.
This new guy is TOTES better than Wes EVER was.
His name is...No Body.
Full name?
First: No
Middle: Fucking
Last: Body.
Yeah.
Him.
He's...great.
I'm kind of enjoying the single life.
I have to say, it's pretty refreshing.
Did I think I'd ever say that?
Negative.
Oh snap, my song.
"You know we keep that white girl, Christina Aguilera, my jewelry too loud, baby girl I can't hear ya. I need about 50 of them bricks of the topic. They know we run streets them boys best stop it."
MY ANTHEMMMM!
Except it reminds me of him.
Oh well.
Anyway.
Back to my current spouse.
No Body.
I know that shortly, I'll be tired of the single life.
So I'll end up crying the blues through my blog.
But hey, it's my blog.
I'll do what I want.
Dammit.
I, like this post, am useless at the moment.
There's no point to this post.
I feel like an invalid.
Just saying.
Anyway, I guess I'll go and...stare at these four walls.
Maybe I'll go out for lunch or something.
With whom? My boyfriend, No Body.
And then I can listen to "White Girl" as many times as I want to.
Yay me.
Peace, snitches.