cha-cha-cha changessssss

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if i had the money, i would buy everything!





my original intent for starting this blog was to have a haven for my writing. that was my initial desire. as you can see, after much ado about nothing- and me being of fickle heart, ive decided to mix it up a bit. start a bit of shit, if i may.

i dig fashion.

so im going to start incorporating a bit of my personal style up in this joint.
it's all a work in progress. (har har- i used to think the correct term was 'working process'. me so fob)
it'll be evolving as i feel out what works, what doesn't.
girlninja is growing up.
change is in the air- embrace it bitches!

in which girlninja reveals what a fucking snob she really is

ok i have a confession.
here it is:

1. monogrammed shit does not = fashion

i. hate. monograms. period. i detest them.


with that said...


you know what I hate more than hair in my food? guys that wear lacoste and/or burberry polos, seven for all mankind and/or true religion jeans and mongrammed gucci/prada shoes. this is the rich man's version of jersey shore. dont act like im not speaking the truth. it's like friggin ed hardy^2 X $100.

there's nothing more smug and pretentious than that whole faux bourgie look. esp when a guy drives a civic.

first of all, you can't get more basic than a polo shirt. it's a collared short sleeved top. the style has been around since the dawn of men, it's been around since the first neanderthal frat boy decided to chop off the sleeves of his collared shirt cz he was hot. not hot like david beckham hot, i mean hot as in 90degree weather hot.

a polo shirt is a polo shirt is a polo shirt. period. there's no artistic difference between one from the Express men and one from Burberry. the only difference is the perceived one in which a guy who makes an effort to wear designer polo shirt thinks he is making a "fashion statement" cz of it's label. but in actuality- it only demonstrates his lack of styling capabilities because the mere fact that he thinks a designer polo is the epitome of class? well- that just goes to show you exactly how lacking he is. it's just trying too much. what's nothing worse than a failed attempt at fashion. cz it highlights that 1. you're trying too hard. 2. you failed miserably.


also seven for mankind jeans.. for men? hmm- I used to wear those … in college. their time has passed. it's over. time to move on. that brand will not be resurrected it! if you're going to make an attempt at fashion- dont default on filene basement bargain-wares and fail miserably.

there's a difference between style vs brands. some people throw monogrammed sht on and call it fashion.

you know what's sexy on a guy?
levis and a vneck from hanes.
that's sexy. it's effortless. it all comes down to effort.

perfecting the art of living, while slaying boredom along the way... that's the girl ninja motto.
im notorious for drinking a lot. and sleeping a lot.
deadly combination my friend.
sunday morning, superbowl sunday to be specific, i woke my ass up at 1pm. parked in front of the computer. was supposed to go to a superbowl party but was too lazy. didnt move except to pee and eat. this continued until midnight. if my life was a reality tv series, it would feature my back against the glare of the computer screen. in fact, at a passing glance, one would easily confuse the viewing of my show as a desktop wallpaper due to the fact that i dont move at all. the only indication of time passing would be the gradual sunlight dimming into twilight.
that sunday, i finally fell upon bed w/a sluggish sleep hangover that lingered well into monday afternoon. a sleep hangover. sleep. hang. over.
my body was plagued by ... too much sleep. who does that??
so now im aiming to chip the boredom away, one hour at a time.
so far- ive taken up going to the gym again.

1. it takes up a good hour block of my time.
2. keep me in ninja shape.

forget the social flurry that was my december. mama has bills to pay and she's staying home.

what up my bitches?
yeah yeah so im late on my weekly post. blow me.

thanks to the altar of homoerotic lust that is called Spartacus: blood and sand, i now have lotsa new material for all my sexual fantasies.
extended full frontal MALE nudity on eps 2. lotsa ripped abs. muscular men in elevated heights of macho machismo. gay undertones at every bend and corner.
my perverted imagination went into overdrive after eps 1. im writer. so when i tell u my imagination is going into overdrive- it's fucking bonkers up in here. if my mind was a ride, it would be zigzagging warp speed 9 over galaxies and comet clouds. it would be a roller course that resembles the beginning to end of a yard long spaghetti string scrunched up in a bowl. man, if i was a porn director- my movies would be tim burton crossed w/ang lee epics that win oscars.
it's enough to rival that of the collective fanfiction universe! obvs im kidding on that. u dont mess w/the fanfictioners.

so yeah, girl ninja is excited about spartacus.






they have cheestastic dialogue that include gems like 'hold your fucking tongue' and 'imagine his cock in your mouth'
i can't make this up even if i tried!