Best Remix I’ve Heard In a Long Time!!!!
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I don’t have Celiac’s disease, but may have Leaky Bowel Syndrome
But seriously.
Basically, Leaky Bowel Syndrome occurs when the intestinal wall becomes damaged and the spaces in between the cells become too large. Therefore, toxins, food and other unwelcome things can make their way into the bloodstream. More can be learned here.
Nothing is for sure yet, but I will keep everyone posted.
Am I a chubby chaser?!?
Ummm, yeah. I don’t know if I should really be talking about this, but I figure not a lot of people read this anyway. And if they do, then hey, I’ll at least be a rap-blogger who has personal(?!?) blogs.
Now, at least to my knowledge, my favorite kinds of girls are “thick” girls. You know, big in all the right places; in great shape with great, shapely ass/titties (c) DJ Assault. I was at work the other day, and this girl came in. Now she wasn’t bad looking, a little short, and had rather large fun bags, but she had a stomach too. Not Roseanne chubby, but chubby nonetheless.
I’m taking her order, we’re talking, blah blah blah and wouldn’t you know it? Instant hard-on.
So either it was just her, or maybe I’m a closet chubby-chaser.
Just saying…
The Machine: Webisode series?!?
So, my friend Brad and I are going to start a sort-of “webisode” series to help get the word out and let people connect with me. Any suggestions/ideas/things you guys want to see?
Funny how things change
So, Tuesday at work, I had a customer who I haven’t seen in a looong time. How long? Over a year. BUT, the last time I saw her, I was working at Pier 1 Imports (for the first time- long story). It was much different though. Let me give you a visual:
Then: She came into Pier 1 one night I was working and she just looked gorgeous. Great semi-long curly brown hair, pretty face, not a whole lot of make up, nice bum. So I rang her up and we talked for a little bit. Made her laugh, found out she was a yoga instructor [chuuch]. I don’t remember if I found out she was married then or the second time she came in about a week later, but I could always tell she liked me. We had a good time when we talked. She wasn’t overly flirtatious but sort of flirtatious in that I’m-super-nice-to-you-and-laugh-at-everything-you-say kinda thing (guys know what I mean). Doing things like coming in with a friend, and joke-teasing her husband in his absence while praising me in the same contexts. I told her I was quitting Pier 1 for school and she said she hoped to come in and see me before I left.
Now, don’t get confused: I DO NOT plan on/condone/agree with sleeping with a woman who is accounted for. But with that being said, teenage hormones are a bitch. Hell, I’m 21 now and they’re still a bitch! Let’s fast-forward to
Now: So, she comes in and after a minute, I realized it was her (my memory is uncanny when it comes to remembering faces). It didn’t feel the same though. She now had highlights in her hair. I liked it brown. She was wearing glasses, which I actually think is hot, but what else did she have? A kid. Such a cutie too- a little guy with blonde/brown hair. I’d guess he was maybe 2? Something like that; small little tyke. We talked for a little bit, did some catching up…but there was nothing there. It was like talking to a stranger. Yeah, you could say there is some relief there (killing off any completely morally wrong yet super hot adultery fantasies that haunted my memory of her) but at the same time, it was a little saddening. The funny, glowing, gushing woman I had known not too long ago seemed tired, busy and pseudo-copacetic. Well, I’m happy for you Laura. I hope your life is fantastic.
URB.com posted my mixtape!!!!
Yeah…I’m kind of a big deal LOL. Check it out! They didn’t really write “about” it, but I’m certainly not mad. Go see it foyoseff and download that ish son!
http://www.urb.com/permalink/5145/Mixtape-::-The-Machine—Fuck-Swag.html
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