STALKING.
-takes a deep breath and puts on my super serious face- yes, stalking. it's finally time for me to address the issue. my name is AiR and i'm a stalk-aholic. indeed. i will stalk you... i will stalk your page. turn around in a public room and, guess what? BAM bitch! there i am staring from a dark corner. why do i do it? -shrugs- its sexy. it's a expression of dedication and loyalty-- an expression of my commitment to you as a long term fixture in my life. if i'm not stalking you, you don't mean much to me. i typically don't do it for the same reasons YOU stalk though. :) typically... (tell me if i'm wrong-- i'm probably not. but should you care to exercise your fingers and type me a little note about how you disagree-- feel free! i like a good chuckle every now and again :)) YOU stalk out of yearning. mhm. i said yearning. YOU stalk out of a desire to know more about someone... to just bask in their presence and soak up their goodness... to become a little mini-me version of the object of your obsession. YOU stalk cause you have psycho tendencies and dreams of humping your target and shackling them down with kiddies, a ring and a soccermom type vehicle. YOU stalk, sometimes out of hate, and viciousness in search of ammunition against an imagined enemy who 9 times out of 10 is not even thinking about you... all of which are very unsexy reasons and, in my opinion, abuse of the sacredness of stalking. it makes genuine stalkers like me catch a bad wrap. YOU are tarnishing the stalking game for all the OS's (original stalkers). cut it out.
11.09.09
16.31 EST
as you know... (well, if you cared to know :D) the blog was on an extended hiatus due to umm.. lazyness. dont judge me -.- but i'm baaack like them poltergeist... just not as scary. what does scare me, though-- is this one particular fashion trend that has gotten out of hand. who told the world it was cute to look like someone rubbed you down in elmer's craft glue then rolled your ass around in LV's until you come out of the house looking like a Louie Vuitton christmas ball? same thing goes for all those Coach and Chanel C's... the Gucci G's and those big ole Fendi F's. it looks silly. :| everything in moderation, please. a bag, a scarf... a pair of shoes, fine. even if you rock a pair of pants with a solid top, or vice versa, shirt to pants.-- but if you're head to toe in the logo's pattern: 1. it's fake. the designer wouldn't make anything so fugly. and 2. you're making me dizzy; cut it out. :)
more seriously, though...
everybody gets called foul names at some point in time in their life, but i think i get called the craziest shit sometimes... this week alone i've been called: psycho, bitch, lazy, fake, immature... and my new favorite!... an "emotional track-star." everybody's mama always tells them to ignore name calling, but i feel like, instead, you have to be willing to see yourself the way other people perceive you in order to get a better understanding of who you are so you can keep striving toward who you wanna be. of course... you have to consider the source of the insults. some times an insult is just an insult... the person is jealous or just an all out hate filled miserable mf. other times... i have to take a step back and see the harsh words as a road map toward bettering me. okay. maybe i shouldn't have hid that hungry man's car keys in the mash potatoes at the buffet because he cut me in line. maybe that was immature... and maybe i should be more upfront about my romantic intentions with people... maybe it does seem fake if we chop it up, have a grand old time and then blah. i'm disinterested. ...but i'm working on me :) bottom line? there really isn't one haha. i just like to ramble, but if i had to pull one out of my ass: the next time someone calls you over-sensitive, clingy, gullible... a bitch, an asshole or boderline retarded-- you just might be.
