Spammers Beware.

Dear Anonymous Assholes.

Just because I said I was leaving this blog, doesn't mean yall can go spamming my comment sections with Viagra ads and shit. I still get email notifications on comments, so cool it.

xo,
bloggal

Last Post.

No sorrowful goodbyes. No grand finales. I'm moving on and not looking back.

You guys may probably be wondering why I'm so adamant about this right now, but don't worry. I'll clarify things for you on my new blog. I'm thinking about making the first post a vlog.

I also decided not to post the link to the new spot on this blog. If anyone would like to know the url, please post your email address in the comment section and I'll send it to you. If you don't want your email address to be public, you can just email me directly: riprue@yahoo.com

Umm...Yep, I think that's pretty much it. If/when I start seeing requests for the url, I'll send it immediately. Everything on the new blog isn't all snazzy like I wanted it to be, but whatev. That can come later. Oh yeah, and Halloween was a blast. But I'm going to just wait and post pics on the new blog.

Anyway. It's been real people. Hope to see you on the other side.

xo,
bloggal

**UPDATE**

I've already received requests for the link, but I'm actually going to wait a few days and send it as a mass email.

Happy Halloween! (Confession)

I have a confession guys.

I'm really tired of this blog.

I'm tired of the name. I'm tired of the way it looks. I'm tired of the way it feels. I'm tired of the content. I've been feeling this way for a while now but I've just chalked it up to being tired of blogging in general. But I realized that wasn't true considering I just made my blogging comeback about a month ago. What I'm really tired of is Love is a Minefield.

I've had this blog for almost two years, and it saw me through some of the most trying moments in my personal life. But now I feel extremely limited here. With a love/sex/relationships blog I feel obligated to write about things that fall somewhere under those categories. The problem is, there's SO much more going on in my life, and romance is the last thing I'm concerned with right now.

I know, it's my blog and I can write about whatever I want. But for so long this blog has been devoted to a particular topic, and even worse, a particular person. Everything else seems out of place. The only solution I can think of is to do a blog move. I entertained this idea a couple of times in the past but never followed through a) because of nostalgic reasons and b) I didn't want to lose my readers. But the way I see it now is, I'm not going to delete this blog, just move on from it. As for the loss of readers. If people want to keep reading, they will follow me to the next blog. If not, no big deal. A clean slate might be good for me.

I'm in the process of setting up my new blog at Wordpress and I'll post the new URL here in the next couple of weeks. The only thing stopping me from making the switch now is that I'm still working on the template. The process is a lot more complicated than Blogger, but the options are more diverse. If anyone is Wordpress savvy and knows how to install themes, please let me know.

Anyway, since it's Halloween weekend and I didn't do diddly-squat on Homecoming weekend, I'm going to try and hit up some parties. Midterms are over and it's only a few weeks until the next wave of exams and papers comes, so I figure I'd better get some partying out of my system while I still can. I posted pictures of last year's Halloween, so I'll post pics of this one too.

Hope you guys have a good weekend:) Have fun and be safe!

xo,
bloggal

"What is the Stanky Leg?"

This was my GRANDMA'S stastus on Facebook:

"Just a question fb family. What is the Stanky Leg, and did the world come out with it or the church? and if the world came out with it and church folk are doing it, how does it glorify God? Just at question, no offense."

LMAO.

Hey kiddies.

Just wanted to check in. Thanks a lot for those of you who sent emails wishing me well. I do feel a lot better now (physically). My fever has subsided, and so has the sore throat and body aches. All I have is the annoying cough but I can deal with it. I just can't wait for me to be over it entirely so I can't get back in my workout groove.

Without going into detail, today really sucked. I have no intentions on writing why it sucked, but sometimes it feels good to say that much. Anyway, just giving you guys a heads up that I may not blog much, if at all, this weekend because I have to play catch up from being sick last week. You'll be hearing from me soon enough though.

xo,
bloggal

Sick Day + Date Details

Hey blog fam.

I'd like to first thank you lovely ladies--antithesis, Experience, and QQ--for your suggestions. I just got back from Walgreens and I'm stocked with Theraflu, tea, orange juice, and vitamen C. I emailed my professor for the class that my big paper is due in, asking if I could email submit it because I wasn't feeling well enough to come to class. Instead she told me that I could just turn it in 'whenever I felt better'. I was stoked because I definitely woke up at 7 this morning to finish the paper that was due at 11. Now, I don't have to bull shit it at all, and can finish it up with a clearer head.

Yeah, I've gotten progressivly within the past 24hrs. Yesterday started off cool, but once I got off of work, the sickness returned. Not to mention the fact that I had a date to go on. I know they say the only way to really get over a cold is to get lots and lots of rest, which I never do. So, today I emailed all my professors to get excused from class so that I can spend the day sleeping and doping myself up with Theraflu. I emailed my boss too, but I'm waiting to hear back from him. Hopefully, I can get the night off because that would mean a full 24 hours of rest time. *Crosses fingers*

Now. About the date. I met this guy last Friday when my friend and I bar hopped all night. He approached me very respectfully and asked if he could by me a drink. Sidenote: I was already offered free drinks for the night by this hot bartender who coincidently turned out to be this guys room mate and friend. I'm telling yall, this bartender could've been the most beautiful male specimen I'd ever seen upclose. He looked like a biracial Brad Pitt--I'm not even lying. He had blue eyes and fair skin, but this dark, curly hair. We were making googly eyes at each other, when his room mate stole his thunder and started "buying" me drinks he had already offered me. Oh wellsies.

Huuuuuge tangent but Hottie Bartender was sex on a stick. Anyway, me and this guy had a few drinks, danced, and chatted for a while. It was fun. At the end of the night, he asked me if he could call me sometime and I gave him my number. He said, "Promise not to forget me, because I'm really gonna call you". I guess he thought I was drunk but I wasn't. He called me the following Monday asking if I'd like to get together Wednesday after work. I agreed.

Now, even though I blogged about this date Tuesday evening, why the hell did I almost totally forget the next day? I think I'm so used to guys flaking on me that I unconciously pushed the entire date out of my mind. He calls me at 6:30, telling me he got out of class early and asking if I wanted to push our dinner plans up an hour early? I'm sitting there in my PJs, eating a bowl of Ramen noodles, and typing my paper--clearly I didn't have plans on going anywhere--but I told him we could. He offered to pick me up but I'm kind of paranoid about strangers knowing where I live. He could turn out to be some crazed stalker. Y'all know how white boys can be (oh, did I forget to mention he's white?) lol j/k (not really). Instead of him picking me up, we met at the resteraunt--Flat Top Grill.

He showed up on time, smelling fresh, and looking presentable. These are probably givens, but after my disaterous date with Mr. Womp, I've come to appreciate these things. We, of course, got 'the what are yall doing together' looks. We probably did look like we weren't even from the same planet but we just ignored the stares. I won't go into the details of the date, but I have to say, I really enjoyed myself. The conversation was easy and unforced. He was a gentleman but not to the point of trying too hard. And most importantly, he footed the bill. I say this is important because, in the infamous case of Mr. Womp, he asked me on a date and I ended up paying. You'd better believe I came prepared with my debit card this time, but he made it clear from the beginning that I could get what I wanted and he'd pay the bill.

He wanted to take me salsa dancing at the bar Hottie Bartender works at (*swoon*) but I told him I needed to get back to finish my paper. He walked me back to my apartment and we called it a night. He leaned in for a good night smooch but I had to give him a good 'ole church hug instead. Sidenote: Besides the fact that I don't kiss on the first date anyway, I was literally afraid to do it. I've been kissing the same person for over a year now. I don't even know if I know how to kiss someone else. That's what happens when your ladyhood gets used to a particular manhood, if you know what I mean...I think you do.

I can't say for sure whether or not I'm attracted to this guy in "that way", but I did enjoy myself and would definitely go out with him again. He was outgoing, respectful, and courteous. The date was everything it should've been (by my standards) and I have to give him his props for bringing his A Game.

Now, I'm off to down some Theraflu. Hopefully by the time you hear from me again, I'll be back to normal.

xo,
bloggal

Ughhhh.

I feel like crap.

I managed to avoid getting sick for over a year. I obsessively wash my hands, ESPECIALLY before I eat. I make sure I take my vitamins to build up my immune system. I stay bundled up in cool weather no matter how bad I want to go coatless. With all of my precautions, you'd think I'd be safe from getting sick. Nope. I catch a sore throat in the dumbest way. Because my apartment is a frikkin' ice box, last night I got sick on my walk from the shower to my bedroom. I know, I know--there's probably more that contributed to it. But all I know is, when I got out the shower I felt fine, and by the time I got to my bedroom, about 8 seconds later, I started feeling the itchy beginnings of a full-fledged sore throat. I bundled up in a sweatshirt, extra blankets, and my beloved Snuggie, hoping that I would be able to sleep it off. But instead I woke up this morning feeling like death warmed up.

Forgive me for this randomness. I just hate being sick. All you want is somebody to baby your grown ass with soup and hot lemon & honey tea, but you gotta do it yourself. You wanna cuddle up with someone everybody treats you like you have coodies, which you kind of do. Not that I have someone to cuddle up with right now but you get the picture.

The worst part is, I have a date tomorrow night and a major paper due Thursday morning. I'm not up to either right about now. But I know the lazy Old Maid inside of me was just praying for a reason for me to cancel this date and I'm not about to satisfy her fuddy duddy ass. I've been putting off getting back in the dating game for months now and if I don't go tomorrow, I never will. So, if you guys know any natural or medicinal remedies PLEASE share. Over-the-counter drugs or grandma's famous cure--whatever. Just please share what works for you when you're sick. I can deal with a mild irritation but the pain has to be gone by tomorrow.