Another Way To Die

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The Alicia Keys / Jack White collabo for the new bond movie, Quantum of Solace has just been released. I really like it, but I don’t think it’s necessarily suited for Keys. I’m pretty sure she’s only on the track because it’s a Bond theme. She doesn’t add a lot to it. Slash she sounds much better on Superwoman, the new single off her album (there’s a video for that song, but it sucks so I didn’t post).  

PS - I wonder what the fuck Amy Winehouse would have come up with had she not been too busy with her crack-whoring to make a record.

I Love Fall

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TV is finally coming back! TVGuide.com posted the Fall TV Schedule for the major networks. In embuyo world. I can’t wait for Dirty Sexy Money and Private Practice to come back. I’ve missed their asses.

Beware Of The Bitch In The Little Black Dress.

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I got slapped in the face by life last night, and that shit stung.

Actually, it was more like an uppercut from love, but I guess that’s kind of the same thing. The funny part is that I was not involved in any of the drama that night.

I was at a swanky party my friend invited me to, minding my own business, when I see trick-ass bitch in a little black dress hitting on a guy everyone happens to know is married with a kid on the way. Let’s call them Puta Barata and HP, respectively.

So I immediately hated Puta. Not because she’s hot, but because she uses it for evil. And I’m sure HP thought he looked like a pimp hitting on this slut, but really he just looked like an insecure son of a bitch.

It bothers me that I’m being such a hater right now, but I can’t help it. When I saw these two come out of the bathroom one after the other it really pissed me off.

I wanna know why this stupid bitch was on this married guy’s dick to begin with. She knew he was gonna make her feel like a cheap trick after he got what he wanted from her, but that’s not what it was about.

It was about making the wifey feel like shit. Because the wifey found someone to give her a family and the bitch in the bathroom couldn’t even get the guy to put her up in a hotel room for the night. And that fucking sucks for her. All she got for her services was a mouthful of cum and a few dirty looks from the people at the party.

What’s worse, this guy’s wife trusted his skeezy ass to act like her husband when she wasn’t there and he saw it as a get out of jail free card.

What the fuck has the world come to when trusting your man goes from a paradigm of strength in your relationship to a sign of your naiveté?

She’s probably at home trying to figure out how she’s gonna lose the baby weight so that this motherfucker can start screwing her again and stop creeping.

She could also be wondering why the fuck she lets him embarrass her, then make her feel like she’s a crazy bitch when she calls him out on it.

That’s the part that kills me.

No matter what you do, how hard you work, how hot you look, or how much you love someone, you can’t force someone to give a fuck about you. Especially when there’s free pussy on the table.

I cried on my way home that night because scenes like that just make me want to give up on love. I’ve never let myself fall in love, and it kills me when I think I may never experience it, but I don’t feel strong enough to deal with the pain that’s associated with it. I’m scared to death of how it might feel to have somebody I love do that shit to me.

Why can’t people be good? I know nobody’s perfect and I know that every guy isn’t like that, but that doesn’t mean it couldn’t happen to me.

The thought alone makes me lose my faith in love, and that hurts.

Losing your faith makes you cynical, bitter and all the things can keep you alone forever.

I don’t wanna be that person. I don’t wanna be alone. I cry because I long for somebody to restore my faith and prove me wrong about love, but nobody has done that yet. And that’s what hurts me the most.