Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Don't you hate it when...?

Okay bitches i'm back with another blog.

 

Don't you hate it when...?

 

I used to be a server and it was an okay job. EXCEPT for the customers. Okay if you make me go back to the kitchen one more time for a glass a water for a fifth time, im gonna shoot you. Yeah we are here to help you but bitch don't catch an attitude cause you are used to everyone waiting you hand and foot. If my ordinary common food upsets you, there is a Maggianos right up the street you can take your sorry ass to.

*If you are one of these nagging customers, please get a life. and leave the servers alone

 

Don't you hate it when...?

 

Okay So i know i am not the only person that has word retail. It's common. everyone does but i swear if i run into a rude customer, someone is gonna get slapped. Okay the clothes you brought back didnt fit you little girl but don't get mad at me cause you won't stop feeding her twinkies and other kindergarden students. I am not to blame for your life's problems. So when you raise your voice and yell at me, be sure to know that i am choking the shit out of you in my mind.

*and again if you are one of these people. please stop. you end up making yourself look stupid and ignorant. trust me.

 

Don't you hate it when...?

 

So you know when you have a little bit of cash and want to stop at a fast food place and get something from the drive thru? yeah everyone does it or has, but if the cashier there catches another attitude with me cause i wanna change my frosty to fries, imma flip. Bitch i did not tell you to work at burger king, i did not fill out the application and get you hired. you did that so again don't catch an attitude cause you are back there flipping burgers. You could have easily been a stripper and making bank but you work at BK. Fine you choose where you wanna work but don't take it out on me, or your 18 kids, or your baby daddy. Thats yo damn fault.

*and don't rush me at the drive thru. imma take my muthafuckin time!

 

Don't you hate it when...?

 

One thing i really hate is when parents have kids on leashes! WTF? like seriously, you have a human being, not a fucking pet. If your kids won't walk with you its your own fault and didn't raise them like you should have. You are subject these kids to pity, humiliation, embarassment, and headache. and when they get older you act all suprised " Justin would never blow up his school, I dont know what happened blah blah blah" Maybe if you didnt have little Justin tied  up his whole life, he wouldn't want to kill you so badly. ever think about that??? You are just trying to make life easier for you. but guess what? you had the kid, kids are difficult. you knew exactly what you were getting into crackhead.

 

 

And That would be the conclusion to my blog today. Just some pet peeves. Imma bounce. feel free to leave a comment. peace out!

 

Tasha Allen Movement


Monday, August 11, 2008

To Be A Celebrity: A Gift or A Curse

To Be A Celebrity

Gift or Curse?

 
Nowadays people are scrounging to be a celeb. They want the glitz, the glamour, the money. The Lights, Camera, Action and all that jazz.
 
But all those things come with a price. You trade your privacy for cameras. Your life gets exposed to the all the world. Remember those nude pics that you took for your ex bf/gf as a birthday present? yeah. exposed. and they just got paid.
 
Granted you do get security, not suffering over financial status, get to travel. All the perks ya know? so it really comes down to the question... would you trade your life now for the glitz and the glamour?
 
Responses:
 
"Gift. Curse if you can't handle power"
"gift"
"Gift"
"both. You get free ish but you can't live a normal life"
"money yes..famous no"
"both. IT depends on how level your head is. Its just like the holy grail. It can bring you happiness or destroy you from within"-Dennis (had to credit that one!)
"both"
"both"
"both"
 
As you can see, the majority said both. It is truly a gift and a curse. (like i would know...) ha. but seeing things from the outside in, anyone can see that being so rich and so famous can cause alot of problems for you but it is also an amazing gift.
 
And so i ask myself:
Would i trade my life for that life???
Hell yes. Everyone wants to be secure in life and being broke is not something i want to be. I want to be able to help people also  but still be able to be me. And have everything to back it up. You only get one life so yes i would trade it in. But only one condition: I keep my happiness!
 
T
 
 

Saturday, August 9, 2008

Hit it and Quit it
 
a hit it and quit it is most known in its brother term: One Night Stand
Now there has been many debates over the infamous hit it and quit it.
I pretty much stand neutral in the matter but I asked some of my peers and this is what the said.
 
Pros:
"no cons!"
"Some good sex"
"Don't have to see them the next day"
"You have pleasure without having to commit"
"Might be good sex with an attractive person"
"you can become close friends"
 
Cons:
"no pros"
"labeled as a hoe"
"[other person] might be fucked up in the head"
"catch feelings, STDs..."
"..get pregnant, regret it"
"Get told you are slutty"
" Feel like shit the next day, stds, nasty shit...."
 
Neutral:
"It's just sex. If both parties that are involved don't agree, then you shouldn't do it"
 
A hit it and quit it  should not be confused with fuckbuddies or friends with benefits. That is somewhat a step up. i guess. = )
 
In the end, be careful of who you hit it and quit it with. You only have one penis/vagina so be nice to it!
 
Tasha

Word Vomit.

Now I have this blog FINALLY working, this is me.

Tasha Allen. 20 years old. innocent [not] outspoken [very]

Im opinionated on pretty much everything.

Unlike Tucker Max, I am not an asshole. But i can be a bitch if i want to be.

by the way, i love Tucker Max. Go buy his book = ]

This is my word vomit and proud of it. Im going to have different topics all the time and comment them if you want. My posts will range from diversity and racism to double penetration and is that supposed to go up my ass? my personal stories or your stories or i might just talk shit. = )

I hope you stay with me from the bottom to the top and my (hopefully) rise to being either:

  1. a successful party planner/coordinator for the stars
  2. famous by default
  3. or a hopeless bum

but lets hope for our 1st option. Ill leave you on this note.

Why do rockstars wear shades inside?