Blowing Off Some Steam

I tend to let things build up inside. When others say something negative, I either shrug it off or let it bother me. There are times when I do snap back, but most times I don't think that it is worth the effort. It isn't worth my breath because the other party is ignorant, or it will just snowball. I find other ways to release my tension.

My brother's most recent ex-girlfriend just recently became a pain in my ass. Since it is quite a web of confusion, I won't go through all the specifics. However, since a friend of mine thinks that she is "trashy," I am the one automatically guitly of gossip.

I usually don't waste my time on this chick. The only gossip that I am guilty of is some funny story at their expense.

In the end, my friend was just calling it the way it is. Let's be honest, it only takes a few key observations to make that call. It's not like I let everyone know that my brother's most recent ex-girlfriend had two abortions before she graduated high school, and one of her baby's daddy isn't the man she claims.

Now...that would be perceived as trashy, right?

Towel Heads

Means Nothing to Me

I don't know about you, but I could not care less about Suri Cruise, Tom, or Katie. I'm tired of hearing "the latest."

Pecan

There's my girl Cypress hard at work on the trail this summer in Northern Califonia. She left at the end of May, and she will be up there...well...I don't know when she's coming back, actually. I sure do miss dat guh. Come home soon.

Well, look who got slapped with the model stick while she's on the West Coast. Don't let it get to your head.

Hooka!