BRAIN ACTIVITY

If you know me well, you'd probably know I have quite a disturbing mind to say the least. I've been listening Lana Del Rey a lot lately and that vampire-esque sure know how to make her listener morbid and a little psycho. Each time I listen to RIDE, I get very Criminal Mind like but in this case, I'm the criminal. Let me paint the picture in your head so I can leave you feeling disturbed too.

RIDE, Lana Del Rey plays.

Scene #1, Evening, 1900 hours

A group of two-faced bitches having a gathering, sort of like a Two-Faced Bitches Anonymous. They gather over a bonfire, sorta like a little outdoorsy barbecue in some forest or plain field. Everyone's sharing about some stuff they've done in the past, how they've been a two-faced bitch and there were food.

Scene #2. Late evening, 2100 hours

I was taking a stroll in the same area when I stumble upon this TFBA. I hid behind some bushes/trees and peek at them. I realized that I know some of them and these bitches, I despise to the core. I want nothing but death for them.

Scene #3. Midnight, 2400 hours

I listened for 3 hours and though they were sharing on how they've been a two-faced bitch in the past, they weren't feeling remorse nor regret over being a TFB. One of them, a girl; she got up and went to the river to get some water. Something came over me...I followed her and I knocked her down with a rock, she fell flat not knowing who hit her. I took the Swiss army knife in her pocket and push her down the river. Bitches gonna die young.

Scene #4. Midnight, 2430 hours

The group wasn't aware of the girl's disappearance, they were still talking and giggling. I cut through one of their camps and took a bigger piece of knife in one of these bitches' bag. The adrenaline rushed in...I walked out and the TFB asked what I'm doing here. I walk to one of them and took out the knife from behind and slit her throat.

Scene #5. Morning, 0100 hours

They panicked but did not move (cause that's what dumb bitches do) and I was feeling the satisfaction of killing these bitches. One by one, they fall with blood squirting out. Throats slit, gut stabbed. Half an hour later, all these TFB were nothing but corpse laid around the bonfire. My knife, dripping with blood.

Scene #6. Morning, 0130 hours

I walked in circle, around the TFB corpses, smiling with satisfaction unaware of what's coming next. The bonfire, burning brightly.

Scene #7. Morning 0200 hours

The police came, with their guns pointing at me (not the guns down below, the actual gun. How I wish it's the guns down below though) asking me to "DROP THE WEAPON AND HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEAD!" I couldn't hear a word they were saying. All I could see is blood. I continue to walk in circle. (imagine if I say "Bring the action. It's Britney, bitch")

Scene #8 Morning, 0300 hours

An hour later, I'm still walking in circle and when a policeman decides to walk forward to me wanting to calm me down, I turned around and stabbed him in the gut. Right after that, a gun shot was fired. I fell, with a bullet to my chest. 

RIDE, Lana Del Rey ends...

I WANNA HAVE BABIES.

Having nothing else to watch, I decided to watch all of Private Practice's final season since I've downloaded but yet to watch a single episode. Used to be a PP fan but then things got kinda boring. There were more of personal drama than medical/patient drama. So I thought I'd give it a shot since it's the last season already.

Private Practice is a spin-off from Grey's Anatomy, the show with all the hottest male doctors and we all know most spin-offs fail in comparison to their original show. Private Practice however, managed to separate itself from Grey's. It's also set in a different location. Season 6 marks the end of Private Practice. That's good bye to Addison Forbes-Montgomery whom always look so damn good eversince her appearance in Grey's. She didn't look that awesome since Private Practice made her their main character.

Season 6 is all about babies. If you don't know much about Private Practice, I won't be telling you the story or a synopsis of it. There's the internet with a search engine called Google and there's this website called Wikipedia. Go figure. I'm not blogging to tell you about the show. I'll just explain it enough for you to know what this show is about. It's about a bunch of doctors and patients in some practice and they are filthy rich. Throw in sex and love, you get the equation. I'm here to blog about how I feel after watching the series' finale. Yes, me cause it's my blog and it's all about me. I know you might think I sound so mean, so bitchy but really...I'm saying this in a very nice manner, possibly the nicest way I can sound through the Internet.

Season 6 was all about babies cause one of the doctors, Charlotte King was pregger with triplets. Yeah, bitch carried 3 spawn of a doctor Cooper Freedman, a pediatrician. So about episode 7 onwards, it's all about the triplets and when Charlotte finally delivers, prepare some tissues cause you will cry and go "awwww." One of the triplet was born prematurely at week 26 of the pregnancy. She had to go through surgeries and be put on ventilator to survive (oh, and all 3 are girls). Although it's just a medical drama for television, it all felt so real as Addison guide Charlotte through the pregnancy and tells her of the risk of carrying triplets, that one might not survive. They could not afford having the 2 other girls out at week 26 so Charlotte's cervix had to be sew shut and be put on an upside down laying position to prevent any further contraction. That's motherhood to y'all bitches! Week 36 and Charlotte finally delivers the other 2 and they were named Georgia, Caroline and Rachel Freedman.

By the end of the series, I just feel like I want a family of my own. Babies! Babies are so cute and adorable. I wanna carry them and sing them to sleep. They are such a miracle...until they start to throw things at you, kick, bite, punch you and whine about how their life sucks. That's when you're reminded that they are not the miracle you had hoped for. That's when you send them off somewhere far away (that's why we have boarding school or homes?) and pick them back when they are 16 or older.

I would not read fairy-tale to my children. Hell no. What is so real about some Princesses waiting on their Prince Charming? Climbing down a tower by her long locks of hair? Glass slippers that would only fit her? Or, choking on a poisoned apple and to be awaken through true love's kiss? Or some mermaid Princess turning into a human? Bitch please, get real. If you climb down a tower by your long locks of hair, you will probably scrap your scalp off and fall to death. Glass slippers that fits no one but you? You think you're the only size 6? Even if it fits you only, bitch would probably break the glass slippers while walking and stabs her feet with glass shards and die from some infection. Choked on an apple? Poisoned apple? A kiss from true love won't wake you up. That will just get your vagina wet. What you need is for someone to push your abdomen so that piece of apple would come out and if it's poison, nothing can help you. If you're a fish and suddenly you get a pair of legs, you'd be busy playing with your vagina instead of looking for love. I would probably read to my children some Fifty Shades Of Grey (by the time I have kids, God knows how many shades there will be).

Nursery rhymes? Bitch please, my children are gonna be listening to Nicki Minaj and when they think they are all that, I'm gonna sing them "Twinkle, twinkle, little whore. Shut your legs, they're not a door."

So, anyone need a God Parent? (just till I get my own then I'll screw up my own kids)

SHE A STUPID HOE.

Been going through few of Nicki Minaj's songs and here's the thing with Nicki Minaj/Onika Maraj/Roman Zolanski/Martha Zolanski/Harajuku Barbie or whatever dum fuk she calls herself. Nicki Minaj raps real shitty rap when she collaborates with black male rapper. Not that I'm spilling racist beans here but she a stupid hoe when she starts rapping with some black nigga brotha from another mother and father.

Take for example, Dance (A$$) where Big Sean featured Nicki. The only words coming out from that stupid hoe's mouth were ass and pussy. Then there's Where Them Girls At by David Guetta featuring Flo Rida (another garbage rapper) and Nicki Minaj.

Nicki must be put on supervision when she raps, else...it ain't smart stuff coming outta that stupid hoe's mouth (stupid, stupid). Her attempt to rap solo fails to impress at times too. Let's just say Stupid Hoe wasn't a smart number. Then there's Beez In The Trap which I will not link nor talk about it. The title says more than enough. Her other solo attempts are decent cause the beat of the music is addictive.

Now, let's take a look at Nicki's other good/decent rap. When she did Fly with Rihanna, it was good. Superbass is good to dance to, Starships was nice until it got really redundant. When David Guetta featured Minaj in Turn Me On, that was gooooood, right? And the most recent one with Alicia Keys for the inferno version of Girl On Fire was good. There are some artists that you can say they churn out some of the best tunes and you will consistently like them but Nicki gives everyone a mixed feeling. I like the whole cuckoo-ness about her but girl, you gotta rape with some sense. I still love that Nicki from Check It Out.

Conclusion, don't let Nicki rap with no nigga brotha from another motha and father. Stupid hoe is my enemy. Stupid hoe is so wack. Stupid hoe shoulda befriended me.

UNICORN!

Word Of The Day; UNICORN

A STUDDED LOVE-AFFAIR

I have an addiction. An addiction to fashion studs. Unfortunately, there are no support group for people like me to keep the addiction under control. I can't be studding everything I see. I have two person who influenced this studding trend, Lady Gaga and Georgina Sparks (Gossip Girl).

Though Gaga has toned down her studded material in her clothing, she was once a heavy influence on me but I couldn't find a place to express my little interest for fashion/DIY studs. Georgina Sparks reignited my desire for fashion studs when she was seen having an iPhone casing with pyramid studs. Throughout that particular episode of Gossip Girl, all I could think of was "I HAVE to have that casing, no matter what!"

I searched on Google for fashion studs suppliers and how silly have I been to not turn to the one place where I shop online every month. With few clicks, I've entered Fashion Stud Heaven. My inner drag went all "Halleloo" just like Shangela Laquifa.

Second batch of studs coming in and I'm looking forward to studding more items. Can I have like a stud-o-holic party over here? Halleloo!

BUT! My favorite studs are...

Nicco Sky (left) and Jorge! Can somebody get me Jorge's full name so I can start googling for images?

WHO YOU TALKING TO LAH?

Facebook oh Facebook. Your existence has made mankind dumber. Facebook is like a social network for people to talk to themselves (at times).

Take for example, when you wake up; you would login to your Facebook and you would see tons of people saying "Good morning" on Facebook. And?? And??? You've got to continue that sentence, you know? Good morning, and??? What else? Are you going somewhere? Are you doing something? WHO YOU TALKING TO LAH?

Then there's "I'm hungry". So, you think Facebook is a restaurant or Facebook is The Horn Of Plenty? You post your status saying you are hungry and there will be food?

And last but not least, there's the "Good Night." Again, AND??? WHO YOU TALKING TO? I can bet if you had a nightmare, the first thing you would do upon waking up would be to post "I had a nightmare." AND??? Shouldn't you be like getting back to bed and get some rest?

People, if you're gonna greet good morning and good night, just go to your parents and say it. It's a lot better and means more than posting it on Facebook.

YOUR FACE HAS NO CONNECTION.

7 days in a week but those 7 days don't mean you gotta post up a picture of you, taken through the front camera each day to 'represent' all the 7 days in a week.

Self pictures are fine, hell I do it almost every day though I try to cut down but sometimes you just flip the camera to the front and snap ONE and you're like "dayumn, I look good in photo today" and next thing you know, you have like TEN in your gallery. Even if you want to caption your self picture, caption it with words that are actually related. It could be words that describe your mood shown through your expression BUT PLEASE don't caption your self pictures with the 7 days.

What is the damn connection between MONDAY and your face? Or TUESDAY, WEDNESDAY and the rest of the 7 days? Example;

MONDAY~
(this is DUMB SHIT! To caption your self picture with the day, Monday)