Hey guys, so it's pretty clear that I completely & utterly suck at updating this blog. I mean I had such great intentions on making it full of makeup & what not but since my obsession with spending thousands of dollars on my pretty far-from-little makeup collection has dwindled, I figured I'd talk about something probably less interesting. Me. Ha!
Okay, so what's new, you definitely didn't ask? Besides continuing going to school and preparing myself for even more school, after this school and eventually more school.. well i'm being ridiculously in love (but more on that at an earthly hour, where I won't ramble about how we cuddle like puppies & our gay nicknames for each other), I've got not so much going on. Don't fault me for my blabbing, it's 4:20am & I can't sleep & remembered, hey.. asshole, you have a blog with a relative of like a little over 100 viewers & a couple thousand views (which ain't shit, but you know.. & if you read it all.. then you're worse then I am) gotta keep those who like me & those who hate to admit they like me happy. Ah! Guys, I'm just being a douche but really I just wanted to say Happy Holidays, hope everyone spent their Christmas with their loved ones.
All those that actually know me, know my booty is all Jewished up with my Hanukkah bush. This year though I wasn't fortunate enough to spend Christmas with my boo like I've been doing for the past couple of years, instead.. don't you worry, I didn't have a Jewish Christmas that consisted of chinese food & rerun Christmas movies wondering why we couldn't have Moses or David in a awesome costume with little small people who make presents for us kipa-wearing brethern. Instead, I did what I use to do when I was single & hit up the closest Italian best friend I've got & go raid their Christmas party. For those that have never been to an Italian Christmas.. you my friend, have not lived. Lucky for me, I have a best friend whose dad is a former chef (OH YEAH) and let me tell you------I have had homemade Italian food at so many friends homes & it's always, always good but nothing, NEVER can beat my best friend Val's families cooking. Yeah I said it. So I went, I ate, I stuffed myself to unhealthy & probably illegal levels & all the while enjoyed myself.
As for gifts, I've received what had to be the sweetest, best, most ultimate, don't care if it's a run-on sentence amazing, no wonders can explain the level of adorableness gift ever. (And some more ish but I won't elaborate on my spoiledness.) Now I got this from someone special, que in the hearts & cheesy music, but I did & I love it. I got a little pup, yep.. a Lhasa Apso, probably the cutest puppy in the world (after my Yorkie Stewie, cause nobody is more bad ass & adorable as Stu) but this little guy is definitely giving his older brother a run for his money. I named him Benji, for multiple reasons mainly because I love the name Benjamin, it's super-Jew, i love my quaker forefather B.F. & cause it essentially means 100 dollars.. mula, as you have it. Yep, I named my dog after money, don't judge me. I named my first dog after my obsession with family guy.. where Stewie (or formally Stewart) came too. My little guy has been giving both me & his daddy (my boo, incase y'all think i have some bond with his actual "canine dada") a bit of a scare, he's got a kennel cough & we're worried to say the least but lucky for us, he's gradually feeling better.
Okay, enough about my ball of cotton, something else that's pretty exciting.. my BIRTHDAY! HEYYYYYYYYY! Okay, so it's official, I'm nearing my mid-20's, not yet an old lady but no longer a child (in my terms at least) the last year before I'm 25. I've asked my hubs, his friends & my actual friends that I like if they'd all accompany me to a classy yet slightly ratchet strip club so that I can actually get "a big bootied hoe" for my birfffday. Cliche? I know but I'm not a club animal, in fact, I can count on one hand how many times I went clubbing in 2012 (slightly sad.. yeah yeah butttt) I'm not boring, I can partayyyy when partayyyying is needed but I don't know how to explain it, when I'm in a relationship I don't see the point, you know? What happiness is a place full of loud music, drunk way-too-sure-of-themselves ugly assfaces & women pretending to be there cause they "like to dance" gunna do for me? Nothing. Ain't nobody got time for that. I know what you're thinking? A strip club though? Hey, first off, I can almost always hear myself speaking to the other person, strippers love me.. not but really & it's the type of chill (& slightly ratchet.. don't tell anybody) enviroment I secretly love. Of course, I'll probably spend the day of my actual birthday making my friends go out to an overpriced restaurant where the meals are small but the drinks are strong which these bitches enjoy. But yep, I'll be updating you on my i-wish-it-was-boring life, I'm currently on the verge of reassembling a broken relationship of two people I love, who have no choice but to be together because I said so. No, I'm kidding.. sorta but I'm playing cupid. Keep you posted on how that turns out. Juicy juicy gossip gossip, ha! The only names you're gunna get is of my dogs. And if you think this is too long, then hey.. you're the crazy that read it all. Love you all & Merry Christmas & such.
xoxo - bina
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