Markus is the Type That Gives “Goode Lovin’”

“Reality” dating shows. We know ‘em, love ‘em and love to hate ‘em.
Whenever some vapid and shallow pseudo celebrity—waddup Ray J?—is given one of these shows, we gripe; complain about how it will inevitably show our race and/or gender in a bad light and set our various recording devices to record the entire season. We don’t do it to watch our favorite asinine and trifling “celebrities”—what’s good Real and Chance?—look for love, lust or multiple sexual partners. Oh no sir and/or madam. We, and don’t try to act like you’re exempt from this because you aren’t, watch it for the Grade A, one of a kind fxckery that’s sure to occur.
Think about it. You get a handful of tramps, skeezers and flat out ho’s women vying for the affection of one man and jockeying for free publicity to expand their various horizons and realize their career aspirations. This is trainwrecky entertainment at it’s best and worst. I’m sure that somewhere out there, in a room lit only by the glow of VH1 on their television screen, someone is taking a shot every time a contestant on one of these shows exclaims “I’m a model” or “I’m here for him” and if they aren’t? Someone should be doing just that. Fxckery of epic proportions such as the ones displayed on these programs deserves a drinking game or three.
It’s only right.
Now, if you know me like the majority of y’all *cough* think you know me, you’re well aware of the fact that I thrive on fxckery and all fxckery related things which does, yes indeed, include “reality” dating shows. Again, if you know me like you think you know me, you also know how much I love to write. It should really come as no shock to you that the last time the clichéd light-bulb of creativity clicked on inside my head, I came up with an idea for a—wait for it—reality dating show.
”Goode Lovin’” sounds like it could be an awesomely bad VH1 show, doesn’t it? I’m still working out the concepts and am currently having a field day trying to format this side project of mine, but here go the basics.
The show revolves around Markus Goode and his “quest for love” thanks to his best friend, the shows executive producer. However, the story revolves around AJ Riley, the heroine if you will, and sheds light on what happened when the cameras weren’t rolling. The readers will get the chance to see what the girls are really like and will tell exactly what happened between AJ and Mark. 
As I said, I’m still putting it all together, but click here to get a lil bit of “Goode Lovin’”

I Feel…”Ranty” Today. Deal Wit’ It. Bxtches

Man…Twitter is the shxt!

I meet some of the coolest, most almost as awesome as me people ever on there.

How ya doin’ reader, lurkers, stalkers and people that report what you read on my blog to the fam tryin’ to snitch me out like I’m 16 fxckin’ years old again? How art thou respective lives?

As of now I’m pretty good. Laid back on the couch, watchin’ Phineas and Ferb—hate not—and thinkin’ up a master plan…and the end to the paper that I have to write for Cultural Anthropology. So, while I’m gathering my thoughts on Language and if it’s accurate to say that it’s a distinguishing feature of humans, I’m gonna post a note that my gurlie Zuri tagged me in on FaceBook.

[I added the badge for a reason. Request me]

Y’all don’t leave me comments but I wonder if you’ll leave some after you read what Zuri has to say.

Let’s get into it.

BTW: I’m the one emphasizing ish w/the bold italicized text. Not Zuri lol.

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Why are men the most complicated, confused creatures on the planet?

Is that why God made them first?

Did he know that it would be the most extraordinarily difficult thing he ever did, so he just wanted to knock them off before he did anything else?

Or did it really take him 6 days to make them and he was just faking the funk saying he was making plants and heavens and land?

You know, creating the AMBIANCE. Bull-ish! He was thinking, “What in the Heavens hast thou created!” No wonder he had to retire on the 7th day! Homeboy was tired! Well so am I! FedUp is more like it.
Why do men think they can do whatever the hell they want, to whatever the hell they feel like it and believe woman should just deal with it? Did the airing of “Coming to America” allow more men to adopt the notion that women should respond to any question as “Whatever you like my King. Ever since the day I was born I was trained to serve you!” Well you can put that lump of bullshit back on Sally’s hide and she can ride Sally ride back home to Zamunda.
Why is it that we have to deal with sanguinal horror and uterine contractions every month, but THEY are the one’s PMS’in? What gives them the right to have attitude or mood swings? They get to squirt their X and Y’s up our birth canal, while we get to throw up, get fat and file for child support? We get stuck, while they keep it moving.
*sigh*

deep breathes .... deep breathes
We call…they have attitude. We say eff it…dont call…you call…”Why I aint heard from you?”

WTF MOFO!

Why haven’t you heard from us? See what exactly does that mean? When we made ourselves heard, they weren’t trying to hear ish that we were saying! So instead of them HEARING US, we decided to make you LISTEN! The only way they LISTEN, is when they hear SILENCE.
Silence is GOLDEN!
So when they dont hear sh*t, then they start wondering who we could be talking to. Well, if they would have checked, we was in the same place, same time, not saying sh*t, waiting to be heard. The only way to be heard is to make them listen to us not say shit!
Yall HEAR what we saying?
So when they get out of line, just dont say anything. Because as soon as they dont hear you they gonna wonder who you are talking to and no they wont call, they will be right at your door sniffin, lookin all crazy and acting a got damn fool.
SILENCE IS POWER!
Zuri =)

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Oh yes. She took it there. Whatchu gon’ do about?

lol

—LauRenxExCarter

On This Day I Become Legendary…

*happy sigh*

What the eff is up first time visitors and long time lurkers of mine (infamous) life and times? How be thee knaves, princes, paupers and all around common folk? If you couldn’t tell or were to….

What’s the nice word for “stupid” that I’m lookin’ for? Dense? Yeah, that’ll work.

If you were too dense to pick up on it, Ren is currently in a great mood.

Yeah, sure I’m sitting in Positive Psychology cold as hell because some genius that works for the school decided that it would be a brilliant idea to turn the air conditioning on knowing good and gotdamn well that we live in Michigan and having the air on after August can result in death. And yeah, alright, that loud ass female who I can’t stand showed up to class in a face mask and I’ve been throwin’ medicated side-eyes at her hopin’ and prayin’ that she doesn’t have the swine flu cuz I don’t wanna come down wit’ a case of the oinks. And yes, I decided to wear my hair like this

 

Which is apparently the old mans hairstyle of choice considering all the skeevy old men who tried to push up on me when I hit main campus smh.

Regardless of all that dumb shxt, I am in a fan-frickin’-tabulousy awesome mood right now.

My meeting earlier went great. Better than great. Twas amazing actually. Every day and in every way I’m gettin’ “Closer to My Dreams”  and it feels so effin’ good jo. I’m on the brink of doin’ somethin’ that I’ve dreamt of doin’ ever since I read Marc Brown’s Pickle Things out loud to my class in first grade and…wow. All I can say right now on that is wow.

For the first time since May 11th 2009—one of the best days in the herstory of mine life—I’m truly happy…and the screen shot says it all

Ren is in such a good mood right now that she—I?—was even more positive than I usually am and yes, despite the goings on that you read about in these, my life and times, I am a positive individual. I have both kind and individual words that I use on a regular basis. Here’s a little example:

I was playing around on the Social Interview app on FaceBook earlier and the last question that I was asked was

If the whole world were listening, what would you say?

To which I answered:

Ha, like that'll ever happen. Nobody listens anymore, but on the WAY off chance that I did get the whole world to listen to what I have to say, I'd say:

"Life isn't all about the pursuit or the end goals that you may have. It's about enjoying the journey and being grateful, and lets not forget THANKFUL for the things you have and the people that you were blessed enough to meet along the way. Always remember who you are and never let "them" tell you who you should be. Your life is yours for a reason. Live it and be happy."

That's IF they all decided to listen tho

*shrugs*

Of course, since people aren’t used to the positive Ren, I’ve been getting shxt like this all day

 

But eff ‘em.

lol.

I’m cuttin’ this one short, be glad and rejoice in the fact that I’ve given you less than 1,000 words to read this time around. I’m about to dip out of Positive Psychology early.

Shh. Don’t tell my professor.

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If They Won't Publish Me, Eff 'Em, I'll Put It Out There My Damn Self

*stretches and cracks knuckles*
What it is everyone and happy belated fourth of July. Or is it a belated happy fourth of July?
Eh, who cares, y'all weren't celebrating independence from the Brits as much as ribs, beer and all things barbecue yesterday so whatevs. Anywho, this post isn't about any of that, I honestly don't care what you did and didn't do yesterday, tis not my place and I wont waste my energy on y'all.
This post is about
Cam&&Essence.
Maybe you were one of the people that happened to take a glance at my genius when I had it posted earlier in the week, but as you can clearly see, it's not up anymore.
Not due to any copyright issues because the douchebags that were going for to publish my shit chose not to because of its lack of Vampires, Werewolves and Witches [Oh My]. So eff them and my loving corporate sponsors who chose to pull out at the last minute when they heard that I wasn't going to be on the New York Times Best Sellers list any time soon. Just ruined everything, I've been Cali dreamin' ever since last year and I was gonna finally get the chance to be with Quan and...
*takes a deep breath and counts to 10*
I'm calm.
I'm cool.
I'm collected.
Anyways, I could just sit here and rant, but I have pictures to edit for my mom so all I have left to say is this:
I've made Cam&&Essence their own website. One which I shall try to update as often as I can but Mom is trippin' wit' her parental controls and I really need to call Dell to fix my effin' laptop.
Anywho, for the latest in the Cam&&Essence Saga--is it too early to call it that? *shrugs*--you can click the link below
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Cam&&Essence|♥|A Turner High "Diary"
I'll also be posting this in my link spot.
Well...that's it for now.
Go read.
lol
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