File This Under Things Not Worth Our Time

Guys, I really don’t give a fuck about a divorcing couple I’ve never met. We all have issues we’re passionate about, let’s focus on those. Let’s focus on what’s going on around us & in the world…not what’s going on in the bedrooms of Hollywood’s finest. 🙏❤️🌍 #TooManyBrangelinaMemesAndHeadlines #SoapboxMomentOver

International Day of Peace Should Be Every Day

Change starts with the disallowing of others to drag their muddy footprints through your head and heart. Be positive, and spread love. Be stubborn in this; positivity is just as intoxicating as negativity is. Choose love. Choose peace. Teach both. 🙏❤️🌍 #InternationalDayOfPeace #PositivityOverNegativity

Book Club Part One: Fluid


And guess what…she LOVED it.

“FLUID is a gritty interactive novel that explores the nature of free will, through both the large story of a cosmic battle between good and evil, and the small story of two teenagers yearning for connection in a greedy, manipulative world.”

Have you ever read a book and forgotten that it’s not real life and you don’t actually know the characters? …you’re basically Gilmore Girl level acquainted with the characters, and you’re rooting for them/with them?

That’s how “fluid” was for me, and like all things I’m obsessed with…I share it with the masses! I’m not going to go into too much detail, because the author does a much better job at summarizing it than I ever could.

It’s an adult interactive book, so check it out on a digital platform (iBooks, nook, etc.) I also highly recommend you head over to his website. You can get more information about it there.

I have read it three times and I’m consistently in love with the content in this book… It’s a must-read!

Oh, and just as a fantastic side note: you can stalk the author on Instagram (I already do, regularly): @TravisSentell -not only is he a phenomenal writer, but he takes beautiful photos of his travels! Oh, and he’s a total silver fox with gorgeous blue eyes…so there’s that. 😉

To Be Continued.

B&B

Airport Tears

Today, I said goodbye to my family and the majority of my belongings and I moved across the country. Saying goodbye to my loved ones was ridiculously hard. I’ve moved several times in the past, but this time around I’m much older and put together and the odds of this being a successful move are much higher than they were five years ago. When I moved across the country when I was 21, I was a complete mess: I had no job to move to, I had no money, and I had only 1 friend in that area (she was moving with me –and also jobless). We were in no condition to pick up and leave.

This time around, I’m actually relocating for work (and school –I’m a perpetual student).  I’m incredibly sad that I won’t see my family for quite some time, but I know I’m going to rock this change. I’ve been ready for a big change for quite some time.  Any who, I’m not writing today to talk about my move really.. I’m writing today, because I was a total bag of nuts at the airport today and I thought some of you beautiful creatures might get a kick out of it!

As I said I moved, and with moving comes LOADS of unexpected expenses. This job opportunity popped up sort of out the blue, too, so I wasn’t exactly financially prepared for any of this. I’ve spent the last two weeks (since accepting this job offer) being as stingy as possible. The term “counting pennies” does no justice to how stingy I’ve been. I even went as far as sending myself my books and “heavier” clothing items in the mail, to prevent paying that stupid “heavy luggage” fee at the airport. With that said, due to road construction and busy family members, I had to take a $50 cab ride to the airport. Just that cab ride was giving me a heart attack… ugh ……….then I got into the airport.

I did my own check-in and luggage tag nonsense, and then brought my bag to the counter to be weighed. At this point, I was feeling pretty good about myself, because I only packed work clothes and gym clothes –I was in the clear… or so I thought! My luggage ended up being 13 pounds overweight, so I attempted to disburse the weight among my two carry-ons. I weighed my bag a second time, and it was 6 pounds over. I was going to have to pay $100 for 6 lbs of clothes. When the Customer Service rep explained to me that I’d have to try again, she had me open my back to see what we could move around to help lighten it. This is when she discovered that I packed only light clothes and that I packed VERY well. She looked up at me, and I was sobbing, and saying “I’m moving. These are all works clothes. I just shipped everything heavy to myself to avoid this. I cannot pay $100 for 6 pounds of what’s probably just this extremely heavy suitcase.” She looked at me one more time, typed something into the computer, asked for my ID, and said “Bye bye now. And thank you for flying (insert airline)! ….now throw your purse in something. It’s okay if it’s sticking out; it just has to be in something. Good luck with your move!”

Obviously that just made me cry even more, and I spent the majority of my two-hour wait at the airport sobbing because that lady did something semi-shady to prevent me from paying $100 extra for 6 lbs of clothes, and I could not have been more shocked and grateful! So, thank you kind KIND stranger for doing whatever it was that you did to prevent this solo traveler from having an even bigger meltdown at the airport.

Side note: does anyone else ALWAYS get pulled aside by TSA? Without a doubt, I ALWAYS get chosen to go through that stupid x-ray thing, frisked, and tested for residue. I’m 5’3 and always wear dresses to the airport, and am almost always crying……….I can’t think of a less suspicious person.  Lol it must be the airport tears.

It’s been a while since we’ve reached out to show love and share stories. Life has been crazy for us all. I love and appreciate every reader and writer; this community is so full of support. From the WP, IG, and FB community…we feel the love!

Thank you for the continued support, guys!

To be continued,

 

B&B

Why Millennial Men Find Women Like Me Confusing

This actually made me laugh, because I give this friend shit constantly.

But to further explain the likely cause of his and most men’s confusion with women: he’s a millennial who enjoys casual dating. Not promiscuity, but actual dating. He’s definitely a gentleman (and is generally very wonderful) but he actually dates around for fun. Are there any women out there who enjoy that? ….Homies, that might be why you don’t understand women: most of us actually hate casual dating.

Let’s discuss casual dating in situations I’ve been in: we talk a lot, we like each other, we either have sex or just “fool around”, we do things together, we never get too “couple-y”,  I’m treated like I’m just “one of the boys”, and I always feel on edge and like I can’t relax. *There’s definitely ZERO type of commitment that provides any sense of security.

Now, I  can’t speak for all women, I can only speak for myself but casual dating has been nothing but bullshit for me.

As a result of being the anti-casual chick, I friend-zone all men who I know have no intention of actually dating me. I want love… the real kind. Not the romance that fades shortly after it begins, but the boring kind of love. The kind that provides comfort..the kind of comfort that makes a person feel at home with their counterpart. I like having a partner. I have no shame in that.

I’ve voiced this in the past to men I’ve “seen” and to friends, and it’s generally unacceptable for millennials to want a commitment. Men have genuinely been confused in the past when I refuse to take anything further and kick them out of my life, because they’re just not in a place where a relationship is feasible.

Well, gents of 2016, not all of us want a fuck or makeout buddy. Sorry that you all tend to find us confusing because of that.

Sincerely,

IncrediblySingleAndSlightlyAnnoyed

B&B

The Girl With The Lower Back Tattoo Is Changing The Game

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Game changer Amy Schumer was picked to be the cover of Vogue recently, and her interview is so atypical Vogue that it’s basically giving me life. I love Amy; she has been my dream bestie since the first time I saw her stand-up. I love any woman who celebrates her truth. I relate so heavily to not only her journey, but to her comedy. I believe in talking about the uncomfortable stuff that people need to hear about.

“I wouldn’t know what motivates Tina Fey and Julia Louis-Dreyfus,” says Schumer when I bring this up. “This insatiable drive. I have it too. Sometimes I feel like they’re hustling, they want something, and they’re not going to stop until they get it, and they play the game. I am very into making up my own rules. Like, I don’t want to play the game and succeed at it. I want to redefine it. That’s the only way I can deal with it. Maybe that’s naive. ”   -What a great way to utilize comedic talent!

Her interview with Vogue really is game-changing. She talks about the era of the mean girl being over, and that people are becoming more honest and not accepting of meanness, she discusses her journey with her dad and how being comedic was a defense against difficulty through her childhood. And what we can all probably relate to, she talks about how confusing sex is when you’re young and how her perception of beauty warped her sense of self when she was young. I am in love with alllll of that. In true Amy fashion, it’s honest and hilarious.
Click Here to read the whole interview.

Enjoy, Friends! I loved this interview.

 

To be continued,

B&B

Proud Neo-liberal Beyoncé Feminist! 

So, bumble (the dating app) spoke out about a woman being verbally abused by a male user, and I’m getting all sorts of feisty over it:

HelloGiggles covers the story pretty well if you want to read what bumble had to say in response to the screenshot above.

If you’ve ever been on Tinder or Bumble, you’ve probably encountered a Connor-type. He’s a classic “I have too much to offer you, so tread lightly” type. My most recent encounter with one of those was when I matched with Legarrette Blount  last summer, and he told me I should consider myself “lucky”, because he’s picky. – 😳 ahem…excuse me?! Who the fuck are you!? (I had to google him to figure out who the hell he was) And I’m still NOT impressed, but his name sure as hell stuck with me!

I digress, it’s crazy that this Connor guy’s prestigious degree didn’t instill any sense of decency or humbleness in him. What a great way to impress the world with a fancy degree, Connor. We thank you for even allowing the rest of us to coexist with your ego. *barf*

This guys is a massive jerk, and I hope he finds exactly what he’s looking for in a counterpart… A giant bag of dicks.

Oh, and to all the haters of state schools… We got the same education, but I paid for mine myself.  *flips hair*  #ProudASUalum

Kicking and Screaming 

Today in Podcasts You Should Be Obsessed With: Kicking and Screaming, brought to you by Jenna and Bodhi Elfman. 

There’s seriously nothing I love more than a couple that has been together for basically ever and they do nothing but keep it real.  

This is the time of Facebook and Instagram posts, declaring undying love for a soulmate. Well, I don’t know about any of yall, but I’ve never dated an actual unicorn…and I’ve also never done heroine, so the euphoria these people express towards their lovers just confuses the shit out of me. Real love, to me, is someone who chooses you daily, and can still say “God, you’re fucking annoying sometimes. Still love you though!” 

I love LOVE love watching their podcasts. Jenna Elfman will for ever be my favorite hippy queen; Dharma, and their relationship is REAL. They actually express their annoyances towards one another. 

Check out their podcast, Kicking and Screaming, where they talk life, sex, parenting, and the perils of trying to get to your flight on time when your kid has to take the biggest number two there ever was. 

B&B 

Erica III: End

I made a list of all the words I should have said to you.
They turned into a book; the kind of book that you can read over and over, and still learn something new.
But there was a certain way the words looked to me every night.
They spelled out something sinister, and somehow never looked quite right.
They would stare me in the face and mock me for not understanding them.
And as soon as I’d start to figure it out, they would mix themselves up again.
The story never changes though.
It’s always the story of me and you, and all the things we’d never make it through.
And I guess somehow, before I even wrote it, I always knew.
I’ve memorized the lines but can’t quite figure out what to do.
When my arms reach out, grabbing nothing but air as if the emptiness is trying to give me a clue.
When I stop breathing to try and hear your heartbeat just once more, until my body starts to turn blue.
My God, what am I supposed to do when my sheets no longer smell like you?

For Her, Forgotten

She quietly died in a room where no one had bothered to change the calendar in for five years.
It was a decision she had made a few months before but never found the courage to go through with. That was largely in part of her never being alone.

Before then, I had left her side only once. It was something I deeply regretted but learned to forget over time.

I knew how much it hurt, but she said, “The heart heals because it’s made to take chances.” That never made me feel better, but it did give me a reason to breathe.

But by and by, the air grew thin until we found ourselves struggling to find enough for the both of us again. Or maybe she was just choosing not to take her share.

Fearing suffocation, or perhaps embracing the outcome more than she thought possible, she secluded herself to a small box to keep her safe from me. Or so I thought.

As the days passed, I couldn’t bear the stinging absence of her lips on mine. I couldn’t stand the sight of her not standing next to me, or the feeling of my fingers being able to touch in the void that her’s once filled.

So I found her there, her heart not quite healed but unable to break ever again.

Her lifeless lips with no intention to ever touch mine; her limp body with no means of standing next to me; her fingers unable to place themselves in the void they once filled.

She quietly died in a room where no one had even bothered to change the calendar in for five years.