Hell yes size really does matter. Can it really be too big? Is there really any purpose for a big one besides scaring me. lol I know you think I am talking about a penis, but really I am talking about nipples..
I enjoy boobs don't get me wrong.. Nothing is better than a man with nice pecks or a woman with beautiful boobs, but big nipples freak me out. In my close group of friends we call that bologna nips. I don't get it. I think I have a real phobia about it. I feel like if I can't cover my nipple with my finger it is too big.
I am not talking about bitch tits on men either.. I could care less about that. I mean the actual nip. I kind of get creeped out when men have their shirts off and want to hug with a bologna nip. I know they aren't going to bite me, but if I can breast feed off your man nip it needs to stay away from me. I think I have a disorder about it. lol
There is so much more about nipples that freak me out. For instance, why do women wear bras that show their nipples? For me it doesn't matter if it is a man or woman a big nipple is a big nipple. Please cover them. I know that I am being silly, but I think that I really need help with this. I have been doing my usual asking around about this matter, and I think that I am not the only person that gets creeped out. Most people just laugh when I ask them about nipples.
I think that is why I love my book so much. I think most of the text will just make people laugh although they will relate to what I am saying. I love not being afraid to talk about crazy stuff. Trust me when my book comes out nipples are a mild subject.
August 30, 2010
Summer 2010
I can honestly say this has been a very trying summer for me. There are just those times in life when the phrase that stuff that doesn't kill you only makes you stronger. To be honest, after my surgery and my Grandmother passed away at the beginning of the summer I didn't think it could get much worse.
I have to say that having the knee surgery that I had took a mental toll on me. I was pretty isolated from most people for a couple of months. I found that it was actually getting a little depressing. I found myself shocked by some people who really did help me through it and I was equally as shocked by people who didn't. Then, only a few days after my surgery my Grandmother passed away. I know she is in a better place.
I thought after some time had passed I was ready to move forward and keep working on my book. The book seemed to be the only constant thing that I could look forward to except for a few close friends that stuck by my side. Those friends know who they are and I could never thank them enough for their love and loyalty. One other thing happened this summer that I am not sure that I will fully recover from, but I am going to do my best to move forward and not focus on what happened. I will spare the details, but in a nutshell I was deeply hurt by a family member. Almost, on an unforgivable level. I refuse to be bitter and angry, but it is really hard to just watch everyone do nothing about it. I feel like this person will never know how deeply I was hurt and I hope that this person never feels they way they made me feel. I think all in all my confidence was rocked pretty hard this summer.
Something really great happened out of the craziness. I have changed a couple of things about my book and made it more marketable to an even bigger audience. I have taken the book in a bit of a different direction and I love the way it is going now. I do have to clear up some things about my book. I have been asked a lot of questions about my book. I am not sharing the title right now. Soon I will be able to do that. The book is very raw. The book is written how I talk not how my book team talks. Those of you who know me know that I enjoy using profanity and don't mind talking about things that make most people uncomfortable.. Sex, religion, boys, girls.. As I have blogged many times before I make no apologies about who I am especially as a writer. With all that being said I decided that I am going to blog again today about something more fun.. So get ready.. my next post won't be so matter of fact.
I have to say that having the knee surgery that I had took a mental toll on me. I was pretty isolated from most people for a couple of months. I found that it was actually getting a little depressing. I found myself shocked by some people who really did help me through it and I was equally as shocked by people who didn't. Then, only a few days after my surgery my Grandmother passed away. I know she is in a better place.
I thought after some time had passed I was ready to move forward and keep working on my book. The book seemed to be the only constant thing that I could look forward to except for a few close friends that stuck by my side. Those friends know who they are and I could never thank them enough for their love and loyalty. One other thing happened this summer that I am not sure that I will fully recover from, but I am going to do my best to move forward and not focus on what happened. I will spare the details, but in a nutshell I was deeply hurt by a family member. Almost, on an unforgivable level. I refuse to be bitter and angry, but it is really hard to just watch everyone do nothing about it. I feel like this person will never know how deeply I was hurt and I hope that this person never feels they way they made me feel. I think all in all my confidence was rocked pretty hard this summer.
Something really great happened out of the craziness. I have changed a couple of things about my book and made it more marketable to an even bigger audience. I have taken the book in a bit of a different direction and I love the way it is going now. I do have to clear up some things about my book. I have been asked a lot of questions about my book. I am not sharing the title right now. Soon I will be able to do that. The book is very raw. The book is written how I talk not how my book team talks. Those of you who know me know that I enjoy using profanity and don't mind talking about things that make most people uncomfortable.. Sex, religion, boys, girls.. As I have blogged many times before I make no apologies about who I am especially as a writer. With all that being said I decided that I am going to blog again today about something more fun.. So get ready.. my next post won't be so matter of fact.
August 5, 2010
I Am That Girl
We all know the girl I am talking about.. The loud obnoxious one that throws herself at people especially men. We watch her in social settings (god forbid if there are cocktails involved) and she is really annoying and she seems a little desperate for attention. I have blogged many times before that I don't really hang out with a lot of women for a number of reasons. The main reason is because I really don't trust them. Every time I allow myself to get close to women I always get burned. There are a few exceptions to the rule, but for the most part I will probably always be this way.
The reason I am even blogging about this is because I recently had a conversation with a friend of mine and he said that he considered me one of the "boys." At first, I thought that was cool and then I thought that is actually a big problem. I do have a lot of male friends and I often handle situations like most men.. I don't talk about it and live in denial. Most importantly, I act like nothing is wrong. lol
Until recently I was fine with all of this. However, in my recent past I caught myself in a social situation where I was that girl. I know full well that the man that I was throwing myself at isn't a man that could reciprocate those feelings. I found myself doing things that made me look desperate and to be honest kind of lame. I learned that I shouldn't be allowed to have a phone in some situations and my text messaging should be disabled. haha At first, I think I might have felt a little embarrassed then reality set in. I found that making yourself look desperate and needy is worse then being embarrassed.
I started thinking am I really that girl or are there certain people that bring this out in us. I am not sure that I have made the decision yet, but being the loud and crazy one kind of makes me want to puke. So, I guess I better figure it out. I think sometimes we want what we shouldn't have and maybe that is the attraction that makes us as women throw ourselves at people that we normally wouldn't. I sure the fuck don't know, but I know that being that girl is gross.
The reason I am even blogging about this is because I recently had a conversation with a friend of mine and he said that he considered me one of the "boys." At first, I thought that was cool and then I thought that is actually a big problem. I do have a lot of male friends and I often handle situations like most men.. I don't talk about it and live in denial. Most importantly, I act like nothing is wrong. lol
Until recently I was fine with all of this. However, in my recent past I caught myself in a social situation where I was that girl. I know full well that the man that I was throwing myself at isn't a man that could reciprocate those feelings. I found myself doing things that made me look desperate and to be honest kind of lame. I learned that I shouldn't be allowed to have a phone in some situations and my text messaging should be disabled. haha At first, I think I might have felt a little embarrassed then reality set in. I found that making yourself look desperate and needy is worse then being embarrassed.
I started thinking am I really that girl or are there certain people that bring this out in us. I am not sure that I have made the decision yet, but being the loud and crazy one kind of makes me want to puke. So, I guess I better figure it out. I think sometimes we want what we shouldn't have and maybe that is the attraction that makes us as women throw ourselves at people that we normally wouldn't. I sure the fuck don't know, but I know that being that girl is gross.
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