So, I recently learned a new term on Facebook. Apparently, women are snacks now. I’m not quite sure how that started or why we’re not a full meal or dessert, but its nice to know that men are thinking about eating us. *grins* Okay, so apparently according to the Urban Dictionary, it can go both ways. I just can’t imagine myself or any girls I’m close to ever referring to a man as a snack.
We’ve all heard the word “Bae” and its on that disturbs me to no end, especially now that I’ve done a minute bit of research. According to the Urban Dictionary (clearly a viable source for information) the word Bae is a Danish word for poop. Considering how many Danes are in SL, I can’t help but wonder how amused they must be when someone refers to their romantic partner as poop.
Turns out that ratchet is a mispronunciation of the word wretched. Between you and me, I like wretched much better. However, apparently this started in Louisiana and I’m guessing it was a Cajun accent that made it sound like ratchet and so it spread to various parts of the world.
I’m learning so much!!! In fact, I discovered a whole list of terms used for women that are not so favorable. Some of them are just hate speech, but you can look for yourself…as it came from the most reputable site of all *snickers* the ever knowing and never wrong, Wikipedia!
I think I’m neither ratchet nor bae, but I suppose one might find me appealing as a snack at least in the photo below
I’m a big profile perv. I love to see what people share, how they talk, or whether they’ve decided to keep it blank. Either way, I tend the find the 1st Life tab the most interesting, as so many will put something about keeping RL separate from SL. I assume they mean that they prefer to keep the details of their real lives a secret and quite possibly their second lives are a secret from those in their real lives, as well. However, I am always left wondering does anyone truly believe that its possible to keep them entirely separate?
Isn’t the real you the one typing on the keyboard? Isn’t every thought you share in SL coming from the brain (or lack there of) in your real life head? Don’t you dress to appeal to yourself? How is it possible to be so completely separate unless your entire existence here is a complete and total lie? Even then, you are bound to have a few honest thoughts slip through the cracks. Even a catfish tends to share some truths about themselves.
I suppose its not really important. It’s just something I wonder about from time to time and always makes me look at the people that write that as kind of odd. Why do you need to announce to the world that you’re keeping a secret? As a person with major trust issues, it tends to make me leery of them regardless of their intent and pull away.
So, once upon a time people didn’t mess with fairy tales too much. Once upon a time, Little Red Riding Hood was just a little country girl, whose biggest fear was a wolf that ate her granny. Well, the days of that fairy tale are over. I bring you, Little Black Riding Hood. Though she wears a hood, she also patrols the hood. She steps out of the darkness like a badass sexy ninja and defeats all the THOTs that circle her man’s place like sharks that have smelled blood. When she’s done destroying them she poses pretty for the paparazzi before returning home to call her grandmother. “Yes, Gma, I took care of those whores!” And this little badass lived happily ever….oh hell naw, here comes somebody else wanting to start some shit.
“I have my freedom but I don’t have much time
Faith has been broken tears must be cried
Let’s do some living after we die”
~Rolling Stones “Wild Horses”
I was going to to talk about something super twisted, but this isn’t a donkey, its a precious pony. So, I went with one of my absolute favorite songs….cuz wild girl and precious pony. What??? Don’t look at me like that!
I was talking to a friend on skype the other night as I was making myself a snack. I realized that the snack I was making was something I made up back in high school and have loved it ever since, but that its something most people would probably find rather odd. It got me to thinking about other odd things I eat, but believe me when I say…if I eat it? It’s tasty as fuck! Oh, what was the snack? Bite sized shredded wheat with melted butter, Worcestershire sauce, and seasoning salt, heated up in the microwave for like a minute. It’s kinda like chex mix without all the extra shit. People think the way I eat banana sandwiches is weird, too. I use mayonnaise (not that effing miracle whip crap) instead of peanut butter. I put classic Lay’s potato chips on peanut butter and jelly, and I use strawberry jelly, not grape. I like to mix cream cheese with chopped jalepenos and strawberry jelly, then dip Ritz crackers in it. These are not foods I made up while stoned either, but they’re damn sure delicious stoned or not.
I’m curious about weird things other people eat. If you feel so obliged, leave me a comment somewhere and share you odd snacks. Feel free to try the ones I mentioned and I just might try yours….unlesss it involves miracle whip…that’s nasty and its not happening.
Earth teach me to forget myself as melted snow forgets its life. Earth teach me resignation as the leaves which die in the fall. Earth teach me courage as the tree which stands all alone. Earth teach me regeneration as the seed which rises in the spring. ~William Alexander
It’s true what they say, “If you look good, you feel good.” I don’t know how many times I’ve been able to turn my day around just by doing my hair, makeup, and putting on a cute outfit. I so rarely leave my house, but when I get fixed up a bit…well, suddenly I want to walk the dog all over the neighborhood. I’m more apt to run errands and sing along to the radio in my car. So, the next time you’re feeling a little blah or just run down, try to muster up the energy to fix yourself up and get out into the real world for a bit. It really is amazing the way it will boost your confidence and your spirit.
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I use the term kindergarten tired all the time, but most people don’t always know what I mean. Think back to when you were like 4 or 5 yrs old. As if we were trained at birth, we did not want to go to sleep. We wanted to say up as late as the grown ups! There’s a story my mother loves to tell about me when I was in kindergarten and that’s where I coined the term. My bedtime was at like 7pm. Around 5pm, I started asking if it was “sebin otock” yet. I asked the question so many times that they asked me if I was tired. Of course, I denied being tired. Bedtimes are for babies, afterall. By 6pm, my parents were done and decided to lie, “Yes, its seven o’clock, you better get to bed.” I was so tired I cried as my mom made me wait until I had pajamas on.
There’s a certain irony involved with a do not disturb message. Oddly enough, isn’t that usually when we want to? Just for kicks? Oh, that’s just me? Oh, c’mon….well…this is what happens when I wake and bake. I slide down walls and wonder about strange shit. My life is seriously bizarre right now. I can’t even begin to explain some of the decisions I’m making. I’m not sure if I’m set to self-destruct or being adventurous. I guess time will tell.
“C’mere, I want to tell you something,” she said as she crawled across the bed towards him. She curled her finger to motion him closer. As he moved closer, thinking he was about to get a kiss, she whispered, “I don’t give a fuck.”
He stood up, a look of shock washed over his face, “What the…”
She laughed, stood up and grabbed her purse and phone.
He was thoroughly confused as she walked out the door, until he walked around to the side of the bed she’d been standing on and saw two condom wrappers on the floor.