LDR 2.0

Prior to this post, I forgot to mention the post from THEBOOBS that helped me conceive YNIWHI, it was Glossy's write up on long-distance relationships aka LDR. So, here's LDR 2.0

Not too sure how many of you know, but I was in a long-distance relationship for almost two years, and though often times it's hard to sum anything up in one word, I will say this, frustratinggratifyingexcitingannoyingandconfusing. OK, maybe it wasn't one legit word, but it was ONE word, fucker. I myself enjoyed the most of the relationship, like Glossy said, who wouldn't want to have the freedom they want and be in a relationship? Well, after awhile it gets a bit lackluster and things get complicated avril lavigne style.

I was SF dating LA, and ultimately, it was SF going to LA, for the most part. I was there at least once a month, and every time I was in town, we did things that you would do on vacation weekends, you know, shop, Disneyland, eat out every day/night, drink/smoke, etc. Who wouldn't enjoy this lifestyle?? but WHAT THE FUCK, it got tired, for the both of us. The time in between when I wasn't in there, endless phone calls, texts, bbm, fb chat, etc. held us over until I touched down @ LAX ocho cinco style (hall of famer coat, Mexican sombrero, you know the works.) Don't get me wrong it sufficed, but like all things, they came to an end. (foreshadow! DUN DUN DUN!)

The vacation style weekends were great, but we started realizing this didn't go on in normal relationships aka local, near by, native, 5 minute drive relationships, I'll reference these as the "normals." Times we'd like to just hang out and watch a movie, study together, eat together, shit (not poo poo, but the expression), even be bored together weren't possible because of 440 fucking miles! And when I did get to LA, we weren't as bored, hungry, lonely, as we were when I was there so we were right back to being OKAY. Here comes trouble. **enter Trouble**

It seems like in LDRs, we argued x20 normal couples do. Maybe to make up for times we didn't argue on the daily like them normals do. Actually, we came to the conclusion that when we fought when we weren't together, it HAD to be fixed by the time I visited, or even the weekend I was there. Because who would wanna spend the ONLY weekend of the month together, FIGHTING?! No one, exactly captain obvy. So as the months pass, the fighting and tension compile and voila, you have the appetite for destruction, but we scraped the plate (word to jay).

To cut things short, or long, our LDR ended soon thereafter. 17 months, my Southwest Rapid Rewards benefits, Alberto's + all LA food including ucla dining, fairfax/swap meet, beaches, etc. came to an end. All in all, I'd like to call HATE on long-distance but say whattupp fam to the relationship part. It takes effort from both sides of the relationship to make things work, so if your hearts aren't into it, or you can't decide if this person is worth waiting a whole year/month/week for, save yourselves the drama and leave that fo yo mama. PEACE!

BRAIN SCENTS MAKE SENSE.

So I just read a new blog @ THEBOOBS and I must say, these tricks inspired me to make my own fucking blog. So let me be the first to say, because this is my site,

Welcome to "YOU NAME IT, WE HATE IT" !!

People I keep in touch with, or even ones I've just met, say I'm a fucking hater. Maybe it's my neurotic need to analyze everything. Everywhere I go, I feel a need to question why people do/say/wear/whateverdafuck certain things. My ex-girlfriend used to always ask me why I'm such a hater, well guess what girl, people got their opinions, and I voice mine hokayz. OK, I get it, no one likes a Debby Downer, or even a Negative Nancy, but who says giving your opinion is hating? And seriously, who the fuck decided to pair these adjectives with girls names?

Anyways, here's my first blog, explaining what I think I subconsciously do best, and that's hate, or even appreciate. From what I hear, right when we meet someone, our brains go to town on that person's brain scents or some shit and determines our compatibility, whether its towards the opposite sex, or just getting a chupitos (to beat or not to beat) from the dude next to you in class. With this brain science being said, we flat out judge people the moment we meet them. "Damn bro your jeans are fucking skinny" or "damn girl how the hell did you manage to NOT bust those leggings?" We all know we've said and done it, in our mind, the difference is, I'll just say out loud for you.