“Getting Re-acquainted with Luvvie” Week continues. With that being said, I must admit that I’m a walking contradiction. I’m a paradox and a conundrum all wrapped up in a discrepancy. Why? Well, let me tell you.
*My avatar winks, but iCan’t. – Yes y’all. I admit it. My avatar is my EVERYTHING and it’s a quarter lie. It’s all cute winking at y’all all coyly and flirtyly as I look on in envy. See, that’s because I can’t wink to save my life. Whenever I try, people always get concerned and start trying to blow in my eye, talmbout “What is it? An eyelash?” As I try to wrestle them off to say “I’m fine. I was just winking.” Then usually, they look at me all pitifully and say “Oh. Well, you coulda warned me.” So yeah, I let my avatar wink in my honor.
*I love the kiddies but I hate touching pregnant stomachs – Kids (especially really cute ones) make me feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside. However, I’ont dig them until I can SEE them. I don’t know why but I don’t like touching the tummies of preggo people. I mean, do I rub it gently? Am I supposed to poke it like the Pillsbury doughboy? What if I rub it too hard??? iCan’t. The entire time my BFF was preggo with my Goddaughter, I think I touched her stomach once. It just freaks me out. If the baby kicks while I’m touching, I may try to fight back or something. My nerves are bad. It’s too much pressha!
*I’m a thug who is starting to be all girly (liking nail polish, like color pink, have feelings) – Until recently (within the last year), I had a bad habit of chewing my nails. I stopped and now, they are super long. Well, now I paint them all types of cute colors and stuff. When did this thug start wearing anything other than “clear” on my nails? THUGS don’t groom!!! Then to top it off, I refused to wear pink for YEARS because it was just too girly. It reminded me of cotton candy and newborn babies and thugs don’t care for such cutesies. Well, recently, I looked in my closet and *sigh* I have PINK in there. And I like it *gasp*. Thugs don’t rock pink (unless you’re Cam’ron. Wait. He’s not a thug. I will find better example). Now, I got like four shades of Pank (yes, pank) and stuff in my wardrobe. How did I get here???
*Yuppie who hates museums – I’m young, smart (at least according to the ACTs & my Mama) and an urban dweller. But, invite me to a day at the museum and watch as I come up with an excuse about why I can’t make it, including “I would but, I doubt they’d enjoy me napping on their nicely waxed floors”. Museums bore me to PIECES! I can only stare at a painting for about 45.6 secs before I get distracted and my mind wanders. The only museum I am willing to go is the Museum of Science & Industry, and that’s because they have
the Harry Potter exhibit GREAT information on scientific things shiny things that make noise .
I’m way more contradictory but
sleep calls me I must go attend to some important business.
I hope I’m not the only one that’s more mismatched than polka dots and floral print, crackheads and teeth or Lil Wayne & showers.. Come onnnn, share with me! We family here on AweLuv. And a family that roasts together, stays together.
3 more days of voting for the Black Weblog Awards! Vote for me (yes, again)! Remember my promise. If I win, I will upload a video of my doing the infamous *wall slide*. This means we will ALL win!
Category: My Life