BeBe

Laughing my f’in ass off

BeBe Pink — Thu, 22 May 2008 20:45:07 +0000

So I got this stupid IM in SL from some moron. I haven’t had a laugh that good in a LONG time. Thanks for that, dumbass! I know you read my blog.

Anyways, as I sit laughing I just thought I’d post. I don’t have a lot to say at the moment though.

Remember kids, sending IM’s while mommy and daddy aren’t watching you on the Internet is never a good idea.

Ha!

$*)%&$#)$!!!!!11oneoneone

BeBe Pink — Thu, 15 May 2008 23:07:47 +0000

I am in a pretty foul mood. Mr Bond, Captain Kirk, Baby Spice, and I have not done a damn thing all day. We’ve been lazy, laying in our bed. I’m tired, I hurt, and I am worn down not only physically but mentally too. Even I have a limit of what I can take.

My arthritis is bad in my hands right now. That’s why I haven’t been logging in. My hands are swollen and it is hard to even type this, so it’ll be short.

I might be gone from here for a few days too.

Until then….<3

Because I love him. <3

BeBe Pink — Wed, 14 May 2008 23:56:46 +0000

“When I saw you I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew.”

I love you. =)

First part of putting my stories to my blog…

BeBe Pink — Wed, 14 May 2008 10:36:43 +0000

Libby:

She was a quite girl. She never said anything unless she had to. She coward behind her older brother and sister when she could. She had a few people she thought were friends….well, as close to friends as they could be. She was young, scared, and all alone. Foster parents had thrown her and her siblings out onto the streets. They were better off there, at least they thought so.

Libby had dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. She could remember bits and pieces about her mother and nothing of her father. Her mother was killed when she was very young. She, her older brother, older sister, and younger sister all ended up in foster care. Some how the siblings got to stay together, until the older three were tossed onto the street. The foster family kept her younger sister. Libby and the others snuck back and forth to see their younger sister, who eventually ran away from home. They weren’t sure where she ended up. They spent their time looking for her when not running from the police.

Street kids weren’t liked in these parts. They had a bad rep. Sure, they stole stuff. They had to eat. Libby never took anything she didn’t absolutely need and always left an “I owe you” note behind. Libby kept track of what she took and where from in a notebook she had…course she stole that too. Her older brother told her she was crazy, but Libby had every intention of paying those people back someday.

Libby had an affection for comic books and animal crackers. She loved the wind, the clouds, and walking in the grass in her bare feet. She went barefoot as much as she could to save her shoes for the cold months. This made perfect sense to her. “If you walk cross them rocks enough, it’ll toughen your feets where it won’t hurt so bad.” That is what she always said.

Stories I wrote a long time ago…

BeBe Pink — Tue, 13 May 2008 12:32:47 +0000

The inspiration for my character of BeBe came from some short stories I used to write when I was younger. I started writing them in Jr High and continued to write them into High School. I stopped writing after the death of my grandfather. He always was the one who encouraged my imagination and always read my stories. When he was gone, I guess I lost my muse for writing.

When I found role play in Second Life, it sort of gave me that spark again. But lately, I’ve lost the desire to write again.

Maybe I will again someday. Who knows. I’d love to transfer all my old stories into my blog. Maybe when I am feeling better, I’ll do that.

None

BeBe Pink — Mon, 12 May 2008 09:57:51 +0000

“You spotted snakes with double tongue,
Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen;
Newts and blind-worms, do no wrong,
Come not near our fairy queen.”

“O, when she’s angry, she is keen and shrewd!
She was a vixen when she went to school;
And though she be but little, she is fierce.”

Sheeple suck.

BeBe Pink — Thu, 08 May 2008 20:33:31 +0000

Don’t you just hate those, “Oh!” “Me too!” people?

You: “I just love this band.”

Them: “OH!” “ME TOO!”

You: “I just love that movie.”

Them: “OH!” “ME TOO!”

You: “I love eating chocolate covered snails dipped in hot sauce in Wyoming state on a 112 degree day in nothing but a parka.”

Them: “OMG!” “ME TOO!”

Yeah.

I also love the people who are all, “I have NOTHING to hide!” Bullshit. Those people are hiding the most. EVERYONE has something to hide. No matter how big or small, everyone has SOMETHING to hide. All people lie too. ALL PEOPLE. It might be some little lie like, “Oh, sure, that shirt looks great on you.” It is human nature. I wish people would just accept it and get over it.

THEN the best people of all I love. Sheeple. They go with the flow, never thinking outside the box or for themselves. They have the big houses, honkin SUV’s they don’t need, wear designer clothing, etc, etc…and they are about $45,000 in debt because they just can’t be seen in anything unless it’s THE BEST.

Who the fuck made the definition of what is best? I would really like to have a word with that fucker. Maybe even beat him/her over the stupid head with a baseball bat.

I’d rather live the way I do, be happy, and not be in debt. <3

My cat, who I will refer to as Mr Bond from now on, he likes our little life. So do my other two cats, Baby Spice and Captain Kirk. (Not their real names, obviously.)

GET A LIFE PEOPLE! Your self worth isn’t measured by what kind of pants you have on your ass or what kinda of car is sitting in your driveway of your 3,000 sq foot McMansion you can’t afford. I personally think you are a dumbass for having all that crap.

And with this, we will let you sit and hate on us. Mr Bond and I have a movie to watch.

Bad day…

BeBe Pink — Tue, 06 May 2008 07:54:36 +0000

I had such a shitastic day yesterday and today actually. I’m in such a foul mood. It’s pretty ridiculous.

I am not sleeping well. I should be asleep now, actually, but for whatever reason, I can’t. What I wouldn’t give for like 12 straight hours of good solid sleep. I’m back to sleeping like three hours a night. I’ve suffered from sleep issues my whole life. BLASTPHAMY I tell you.

“Are you looking at me, sir? Why, I do think you are! I think you are just TRYING to start shit between me and someone else. Guess what, sir? The gig is up. You have been caught hook, line, and sinker. *waves buh bye*”

My cat also doesn’t sleep. He stays up with me. He’s a trooper. My other two cats, however, are total traitors and sleep on me. I <3 my kittehs so much.

“I’m very sorry the government taxes their tips, that’s fucked up. That ain’t my fault. It would seem to me that waitresses are one of the many groups the government fucks in the ass on a regular basis. Look, if you ask me to sign something that says the government shouldn’t do that, I’ll sign it, put it to a vote, I’ll vote for it, but what I won’t do is play ball. And as for this non-college bullshit I got two words for that: learn to fuckin’ type, ’cause if you’re expecting me to help out with the rent you’re in for a big fuckin’ surprise. “

My cat likes movie quotes…as you can see. He rules. He’s a total movie buff and even has his own subscription to Netflix.

‘All the ways you wish you could be, that’s me. I look like you wanna look, I fuck like you wanna fuck, I am smart, capable, and most importantly, I am free in all the ways that you are not.”

No, I haven’t gone mad…not yet anyways.

“Do you mind if my friend sits this one out…she’s just dead!”

That will be all for us tonight. We will be back tomorrow with your regularly scheduled program.

~BeBe and her ever movie lovin feline. <3

Ugh.

BeBe Pink — Sun, 04 May 2008 13:31:00 +0000

Real Life:

I just can’t stand pain anymore. It sucks. My side is hurting again…so much so that I slept maybe three hours last night. Looks like I am going to be calling the doctor on monday. I have this new medicine to take that I HATE. I HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE it. I makes me feel like utter crap. I feel foggy and dead. Did I mention I hate it?

Second Life:

So many things to get done in all my sims. I have a list a mile long. I’m slowly chipping away at it, but it feels like forever before I am done. All I want to do is role play. I miss it so much. I started Crack Den as a total noob and all I ever did was rp….ah, those were the days, weren’t they?? Eventually I will get caught up and can rp on a regular basis again. I miss writing for BeBe.

I’m tired. I’m cranky. Did I mention I hate my new medicine? Pardon me while I go find some breakfast and hate on this medicine some more. <3

Something I wrote for BeBe (The SL character)

BeBe Pink — Fri, 02 May 2008 08:23:32 +0000

She never possessed physical beauty. Her face and body battered and covered in scars…but yet she had something inside that everyone was drawn to. She grew up in the streets of Hathian…she was everyone’s child. Even the most feared man in Hathian once had a soft spot for her. She had a way about her that nobody could quite put a finger on. She grew up in the public eye everyone fighting to defend her. They had hope for this child. She could very well be the one to make it. She grew into a woman almost overnight, they thought. She was small, but carried herself as if she were 8 feet tall. Her attitude, ego, pride, and determination always preceded her. She hardly smiled. She was heartbroken. She had lost so much..and surprisingly, she wasn’t bitter. It drove her. It drove her further than anything in her life ever would. She had worked the streets for so many years, seen almost everything there was to see, some wonderful and some that no person should ever see. Not everyone loved her after she was grown. Many wanted to rip her apart limb from limb and for some reason, that never bothered her. She walked just as tall as she ever did. She honestly didn’t fear death. There was only one thing she feared and she would obviously never admit to that. Everyone was aware of it, some used it against her and failed.

She never worried about having money or material things. Some people even accused her of jerking people’s strings. Maybe she did. Maybe she didn’t. Nobody really ever knows what BeBe feels deep down inside. She never said. Did she really love? Did she love too much? Was she what you saw on the outside? Or was that all there was to it? Nobody knew, not even Nadir…nobody ever would.