CKC PUT YOUR GUNZ UP!

IH8CHU *jook*
basically explains last night in 2 words. However, you know how it is over here… we like to give you all the deets on what actually happened… LET’S GO!

So it was a regular Friday, nothing much really happened, except that there were a lot of events going on at night, and it took me quite a while to contemplate and decide where to go… Panthere Noire? Room 22? Rubber Room? Verdun House Party?

I think you know which one I chose… V-TOWN HOUSE PARTY for damn sure!

So as I get my pre-drankage on along with sh4mett, dalicieuse, eagle-mike, and passafesta, in a car.. we decided to get in the whole “emo/scene” mood thinking we were gonna run into a lot of them at this party, so we listened to From First To last, and ended our trip with Panic At the Disco…

I am ashamed of saying that we all sang out loud to this music, which helped us get tipsy by the time we got there, but “it was gonna be okay”, because as soon as we got to the door of the house, 4 chicks were singing some lady gagz, which helped start this whole kerfuffle.

Going in was no problem, there were people EVERYWHERE. Hallways, rooms, bathrooms, stairs, couches… so as we made it through this mess, greetings people we haven’t seen in a while, we made our way to the KITCHEN, because that’s where the real party was at…(or so we thought…).

Pictures, Slaps, Handshakes, and a Happy Birthday song later, we were settled in. Regrouped and dispersed, some of the CKC peeps were there, while others missed out on this.

As Pasafesta and I make our way down to the basement, which apparently was where the REAL PARTY WAS AT…we couldn’t help but look around, and find absolutely no black person in this house. Absolutely None. Not even a token black dude. WHERE WERE YOU LUNICE/TYSON??? Thank god Asana was there, and I got reassured. There ain’t no good parties without dem. Especially when white V-town wangsta’z are playing souljah boy and t-pain on blast (okay i’m not gonna lie, pas. and I danced to both those songs…).

I NEEDED TO PEEE!!!! so i make my way to the nearest bathroom (which had a big line-up) and waited for my turn to come. Guess What? I went in the bathroom with no actual TOILET. there was a shower, a sink, but NO TOILET….. what did I do? Yes, I peed in the fucking shower goddammit! If i didnt pee in there I would’ve litterally pissed on the walls for all that I cared.. my bladder was SO FULL by then….so as i wash my hands (i had to make use of the sink DUH), and made my way out of there, i cross the hallways and go into Tony’s room.

So now it was time for us all to chill in Fivetot’s room. Big Bed, Cereal box, HUGE castle key (that i did not steal), girls lying together, pictures were taken and then BOOOOM! all the video games stacked on a nice upwards shelf kerrfulfeled down to the floor, creating a massive carpet of xbox games. So as we pick them up (while laughing of course, after chanting “YOU FUCKED UP!”), I turn around and I see a girl whaling a FERRET around in the air. GUYS THERE WAS A FERRET IN THE MIDDLE OF THIS WHOLE HOUSE PARTY MESS! how incredible!

So as we mumfled, danced, kissed, petted, and played with the FERRET… I found a huge Knife/Machete/ROBOCOP-TERMINATOR weapon… i thought i twould be funny to joke around with it for a bit… (which was in a span of 2 mins and 34 seconds, until all the girls started screaming).. so I HID the weapon in the cereal box (that i mentioned of before), and told myself that would be the most dangerous thing that could happen tonight….little did I know.. I was wrong.

So a few beers, high-fives, and laughs later, we ended up in the kitchen, once more, going in and out of this other room, where all I remember was GEORGETTE-SUZETTE (the picture of the really happy teethless grandmother of one of the guys). It was like a museum because everyone kept on going in just to see the picture, then run out laughing. (AUGH… she was so funny, R.I.P).

I’m pretty sure it was at about the same time, where all I could see was Red/Blue disco lights going on, thinking to myself that the party is about to start, WHERE THE MUSIC AT???? … but i was wrong.

Someone yelled “Popo’s are here!” and everyone started running in all directions, up-down-left-right-bathroom-cabinet-fridge, while a huge crowd of really angry men come up from the basement screaming at each other about some “STABBING/KNIFE/BROTHER/GIRL/BLOOD”. right in front of my eyes. My first reflex was to take out my iphone and document all of this through pictures (for twitter, initially), but got dragged away by my sister to the backyard door because everyone wanted to GTFO.

..it was not long until the cops had covered all the entries/sorties of the house, and I was trying to go towards the action… but nothing really happened except for people screaming about getting their knives and guns and shooting and killing people..which scared the testicules out of me, but it was gonna be okay… just like sarAUGH/lady gagz(and now NAX) say…

So while Naccs was puking her life away, thinking her boyfriend was gonna die, everyone was confused as to where to go to be safe from all this kimveer gill madness going on…

Then the survival crew got together and we cherished a moment of silence to reminisce the day we all survived. May 15th 2009.

So as we leave the premises, we make our way to the nearest spot where we could be safe.. which was by the water. So a few convos, mooning, and as pasafesta lied on the big rock under 10 coats dying (as per usual).. we decided to migrate to the nearest Mcdonalds (what a surprise) to chill/eat/smoke/drink/and play with ketchup.

The night basically ended with 4-5 of us chillzing in front of a church (we tried to get in so we could be “saved”), which was CLOSED.

so we whailed a taxi and went home.

CKC FTWPUTURGUNZUPWEHAVEDUNITONCEMORE!

I’m alive.

No i really am. Hey!

Uh ye so where has i been? I actually can’t even tell you. The past month have been a blur. Not because i was ever under the influence of anything, no..just because i actually spent almost everyday doing the same thing that i can’t even tell you what i did on a certain day. Most of the time, i was either hiding in drank’s cave, smoking weed with either drank or Dunaj-Middle and spinning in Angrignon park. (I’m not kidding)

Seeing as now 83% of the blog content is either videos or a recap of something totally exciting, i dont expect to get any kudos or comments on my blog. I’m not gonna lie, i’m a little bit of a hermit and i’m boring as shit lately. Social hiatus brigitte P steez? Semi. However, I had the chance to talk to my good friend Poli (shouts!) and he’s like “Yo write any new blogs?” n i was like “naw…” and it made me realize i should stick with it for the fans. Uh- THE fan.

So did anything shivsi or interesting happen to me lately? Shockingly yes. Though the whole experience lasted 30 seconds, it was the longest, most terrifying 30 seconds of my life.

So, several peeps, myself included, think that my house is haunted. Things have been moved, things have been heard, and one foggy summer night, Middle-Sister-Dunce and i took a flick of the outside of my house and we saw a scary figure in the driveway. All this shit can be coincidental.

I remember however, one night, when i was just a youth, in my small girly pink bedroom, attempting sleep, something shivs happened. Something in the corner of my room caught my eye. It was moving…in circles. back and forth back and forth. A light orb. I swear. You can’t blame drugs for this because i was too young. There in the corner, a bright spinny swirly light orb. Naturally, i shat my pants and went under the blankets and soon, sleep came.

Yesterday, I had to repeat this traumatizing experience. I was chillin in my basement (The creepiest place on earth) , talking on the phone…and then again…something caught my eye..right high up near the cieling above me. I’m not kidding. Swirly, bright and spinny.

Shat pants- raced to bed, the end.

That is all.

ragu sauce.

So its my birthday right now. I’m celebrating by eating chocolate bars and drinking Orange juice out of the 2 litre bottle. I know , i’m fucking disgusting…But shit just gets boring after you turn 18. Augh, 19…blah.

My party is this saturday and i’m actually terrified. The people on the invite list were selectively chosen and they chose to ignore the line that said “INVITE ONLY…IF YOU’RE NOT INCLUDED IN THIS MESSAGE, YOU CANNOT COME. DO NOT SPREAD THE WORD.” Dumb bitches. I know you probably read our blog everyday and worship us anyways. I’m not even trying to sound like a snobby bitch. You know who you are, and if i outed you, everyone would agree with me that your crew is actually a less-cool version of our crew. LOL i know i’ll read this tomorrow and judge myself. Harshly.

So this past week has been quite interesting. When i know i have a crazy weekend ahead of me, My week tends to drag by slowly, and to speed up the process, i’ve been to zero classes and spent most of my time fucking around on Facebook like a loser or passing out at dranks house for a few hours daily. Monday, i had an interesting…encounter. My house is haunted. I’m not kidding. My computer shut off while it was plugged in, My phone shut off whike it was fully charged, My house phone stopped working temporarily, And shit was moving around my house by itself. I’M BEING SERIOUS.

Other than all that, I also dedicated a lot of time this week to angry telephone rants with our very own Sarah Shivsy Dunaj about a select group of people who will remain unmentioned. I judge them but i judge us more for spending hours in heated conversation…But then when i sit back and think, i realize i actually judge THEM more just for being them. HAHA. All i have to say is i actually hate girls who look like they asked the girls from the movie “Thirteen” for their wardrobe. Even the girls from the movie “Thirteen” look classier. (No bra, no panties!) I’ll just stop talking about that now though, because i’ll become all kjhaskj and go on forever and we don’t want that.

For the past few days, every night, i’ve have violent dreams of beating up dumb bitches. LOL, i’m being serious. It’s probably thanks to the angry rants towards Dumb sluts. I have to say, i have a strong passion when it comes to discussing them. Particular shit really sets me off easily. Dumb hos and Dumb hos who add me to FB and Dumb hos who can be in the same room with me and all they can do is give me deathly glares because my boyfriend liked me better than he liked you. Cry me a fucking river and get over yourself. (Drank’s reading this and currently hating me. Lol i love you.)

Anyways. So that’s my week. Oh and i know you got me a camera you fool. And sarah i know you know it too. I ALSO KNOW YOU CALLED ME AND ASKED ME ABT PAINT & MARKERS TO THROW ME OFF LOLOLOLOLOOOOOOOL.

Oh and i saw my ex and he’s still faggoty.

K well that’s all.

I love you all my fans out there (Poli.)

NAXXXXX aka birfday girl. (Did you know it’s also prince charles’ bday today!? I wanna be treated royally too. And no, sarah, not by getting eaten out by a man with diamond studded B!TcH-Im-R!CH-Gr!LLZzZZz.)

Shernax Holmes.

Corny title but it fits.

I have a pretty lawlz story for all you peeps out there who read our blog religiously and are too scared to out yourselves. Basically, when it comes down to it, i caught a thief. YES I CAUGHT A THIEF. Okay. let me back up.

Way way up.

Ever since i’ve been working at my lovely job, IPSOS (Which is an average survey research firm…anybody who hasn’t killed themselves over sheer boredom is a hero. Including myself), there has been a mystery Ipsos lunch & Supper thief. I’m being serious. If you left your food unattended – BOOM – you were left foodless. Only recently have the bosses and supervisors taken action to lock one of the fridges (We have 2 fridges)…Therefore…you can put your stuff in the locked fridge but you would have to bother the Field Managers every single time you needed to open & close the fridge. This never made sense to me because can’t the thief just ask for the key too? wtf?…Or you can take a risk and leave your goodies in the unlocked fridge.

Anyways. For the past while there has been this DB up my ass and always trying to become my friend and talk to me about shit i don’t care about. She told me she was a drug dealer and that she can hook me up. (trust me, if you saw this bitch and she told you she was a dealer, you’d laugh in her face.)  I took down her number out of curiosity and one day when i asked her if she can hook up five pieces, her response was “A what? What’s a five piece?”  That’s when i knew she was a phony bitch who should deal with a real fiend in order to get popped in the mouth. This is when my hatred for her slowly began to sink in.

Every shift, my friends and i at Cracksos (Everyone who works there is a madddd fiend.) make fun of her indirectly. I never understood how she hasn’t picked up on it. We’d always be like “OMFG WE NEED DRUGS…MY DEALER BAILED” and she’d pipe up and say “Ohh what do you need? how much?” And we’d just look at her and try not to piss out of our eyelids laughing. The bitch knows nothing about drugs. (Example: 20$ for 1 pill of crappy E. wtf?)

Anyways… On thursday, i ended up having to sit next to her. I was minding my own business when DB started going off about how hungry she was and how she never has any money to buy food or bring food to Cracksos. If she thought i even felt a drop of sympathy, she could think again. The only thoughts that were going through my head were “Daayyummm not leaving my shit around this bitch!!” and “Wtf does she want from me..I refuse to giver her ass money. Isn’t she a drug dealer? WTF!?” I brushed off her lameness and continued to do whatever i was doing. I Didn’t really think much of this.

Sunday was the shift i had after the Thursday shift. I sat next too one of my good Cracksos buddies, Vinni. The db sat a few seats away. Supper time approached and when i finally got fed up of Vinni’s whining, we decided to head to the kitchen. On the way, Vin was telling me about this amazing tuna sandwhich he had made. (He left it in the unlocked fridge. < > ) We arrived to the Fridge, opened it and there was no sandwhich staring back at us. Amazed that one of us had finally been victimized, we went back to our row to tell our other friend, Lindz, what had happened. We were all bitching about it when the DB turned around all defensively and said “WELL SOME PEOPLE DONT HAVE FOOD…SOME PEOPLE ARE HUNGRY.”  We all looked at each other and we realized we were all feeling the same thing. Mad sketch vibes from this bitch. We ignored what she said, and we were convinced she was the lunch theif, however we had no hardcore proof. To go off on a tangent..if this bitch is such a drug dealer, why doesn’t she just pound herself with pills n coke? That’ll keep you satisfied with your cravings….shit.

Anyways to get back on it… 15 minutes before work was over, i noticed the DB’s chair empty. I got up to go to the bathroom, crossed through the kitchen and what did i find? THE DB HIDING IN THE CORNER WITH A RANDOM TAKE-OUT BOX THAT WAS STASHED IN THE FRIDGE AND SHE WAS SCARFING IT DOWN AND EATING IT WITH SO MUCH SPEED AND FURY. We made awkward eye contact and she turned her back and continued scarfing. I texted Vin some fucked up gibberish which was supposed to say something like OMFG I CAUGHT HER OMFG.

I got back to my seat, and Vin was like WE NEED TO TELL THE SUPERVISOR . (We ain’t snitches..it’s for the better of everyone. Everyone hates the bitch.) We told this super chill supervisor and he was like HAHAH UR NOT THE FIRST TO SUSPECT HER. The supervisor made me tell the Field Manager and the FM said she’d deal with it. And that’s the end of that.

I’ll probably get a rat nailed to my front door. But oh well. I got that bitch so much closer to being jobless. WOOT.

Fo lyfe.

AH hey. I’m back once again. I’ve been M.I.A for quite some time now (MIA FO LYFE!) and i guess it’s time to recap a little about my life in the past month or so and do some minor ranting.

First, i’d like to say that if i get lurked one more time by some DB I’ll permanently delete my facebook account, change my identity, move to Guelph and live on a farm in nowhere land so all you curious females will have to continue wondering who Drank’s mystery GF is. Honestly, it’s annoying and there’s no point. I don’t know you. I don’t care. If you want to talk to me, that’s fine. Don’t add me and ignore my greeting and pretend like the add never happened. I find it creepy and it fully disturbs me that random women recognize me solely from my FB and then text my bf saying shit like “I see your gf.” WTF? K. No. Or, i like this one too: “I saw your gf on the street and she looks emo.” WOW. really? My, you make some keen observations there. Anyways i’ll shut the fuck up now on this topic because i can actually go on forever.

So. What’s been up with me lately? I’m at school and work 24-7 and basically have almost zero social life. The last few days of summer were okay. Pre-labor day was spent in a forrest where fires were made, substances were abused and we were rolling 30 deep. I wish i could tell you more but i was a sloppy bitch and i woke up at like 2am in the back of some random’s car and the random saying “Hey.Hey..are you okay? Do you want me to open the door? Wanna watch a movie?” while i was trying to open my chinky, mascara crusted eyes and wiping drool off my face. Quite grand.

Everything’s been semi MEH since that day, up untill last weekend when all hell broke loose at Cheers. Pre-cheers was interesting (Check nick’s post about the abandoned building and the lump aka possible dead body) After that, the group split. EVERYBODY minus KT,Drank,Salt & Myself went to the house party and we were at Cheers where everyone you can possibly imagine being there was there (Minus the House party Pplz). Anyways. That night was filled with awkward moments, yelling, tears, laughing, beef, beef, beef and more beef.

If i could go back and redo the summer, i would. School sucks and i want to party and have more nights where i look like this:

Proof That God Hates Me

I’m not even kidding. It’s currently 4:23 am here in the Nax household. My father should me waking up in about half an hour, trotting downstairs happy-go-luckily, only to find his daughter angrily typing away while vomiting all over the place. Okay let me back way, way up.

This summer-my summer anyways, has been fucking horrifying. There have been a few good memories with good parties and good people, but when I back up to look at the big picture, I can sum up the summer in a few phrases easily: Being rained on repeatedly, smoking jays countless times to cure boredom, attempting to make food (salty couscous and pink salsa.), and going through a really annoying experimental phase. Oh shit. What a blast that all looks like. I’m sorry that this rant is sounding more teen-angst than a sad emo kid who writes on his converse with black sharpies and hates the world. I’m really not like that.

I guess what I’m trying to get at is that everybody has some sort of mental summer list of things they want to accomplish before another year of school starts again. I have not completed anything on my list, solely because I truly think God hates me. I haven’t been able to watch the sun rise after a long night of partying because most of the time someone gets too drunk-weak-gah-gah to even attempt standing, or staying awake until the wee hours of the morning. Also, I have not been able to get lost and play hide-and-go-seek in unknown farm land . I thank drank’s driving instructor who failed him. I did not take a day long trip with my bffs and bf to another city to stir up shit. More thanks to the driving teacher bitch. No hotel party. I thank all of us for being broke-ass. On top of all of this and the other countless goals that couldn’t be scratched off the sacred list, I have to thank God for giving us the best weather this summer. No, really, those whole two days of sunshine were fabulous.

Tonight, one of the last parties of the summer is taking place. I’ve been looking forward to this for two weeks. I have made my outfit and planned out everything perfectly. Of course, God had to ruin this for me too. For the past two days I’ve been feeling mad sick. Tonight, I have hit the peak of my sickness after waking up sweating, shivering and twitching all at once. After stumbling downstairs and making myself tea that tastes like shit, I’ve locked myself in the bathroom and started rocking my body while on the cold tile, controlling the vomit that was creeping up my throat and trying to say “SURPRISE HAHA!!” all while the song “Whatever You Like” by T.I was playing on repeat in my head just to annoy me even more. I’m determined, yet I’m weak. I’m currently using every ounce of strength in my body to just chill and hopefully be okay for tonight. However, I think God has a different plan for me. I’m crossing my fingers, hoping that I’ll pass the fuck out again, wake up feeling refreshed and have explosive diarrhea and be cured. (Every erect man who’s currently reading this just became limp, their dick curled up inside of them and now they look like they have a vagina.)

So it’s 4:46 now and dad’s coming down. This should be fun. I’m bouncing. See you tonight…or maybe not.

Lol I just scared the shit out of my dad.

I’m on my period

and i wanna be a bitch. Haha.

Okay so i’ve decided that i want to pinpoint and victimize one person for this blog because I’m bored as shit and I wont lie, being a bitch at times is quite thrilling. Anyways, the victim.. Let’s call him “Billy Bob.” I also won’t disclose how Billy Bob has any relation to me otherwise, it may be too obvious… who am i kidding? Once you start reading you’ll know exactly who I’m talking about. I wouldn’t even be surprised if our main man, B-bob checks this blog daily.

There will probably be a lot of people out there who’ll wanna start beef with me because everybody who never actually got an inside look on Bob , loves Bob! It’s easy for people to like him, he gives off this natural cool calm vibe about him that confuses and intimidates you because you feel like he’s always judging you. He’s one with no enemies (except myself) and many followers ( aka complete idiots.) He’s quiet and mysterious and makes you wonder “Hmm, i wonder what this guy does on the weekend?” The answer to that is quite simple. After much time spent with this creature, I have gathered that under his mysterious exterior, he is actually a whiny, sappy young man who has a bad taste in movies, books and fashion. He has an obsession with nudity, being awkward and his member (I’m not kidding.) He enjoys spending his weekends reading books with infinate chapters about nothing, sleeping, and spending endless hours trapping himself in the four walls of his room jacking off for an audience on his web cam during his time as an online stripper. (Everybody reading just realized who this post is about, and probably laughed out loud as doing so.)

I wont say much else about Bob because i don’t care about Bob, I’m just bored and It’s funny. If i really had a bone to pick (excuse the ugly saying) I’d be going off for hours about Bob and his creepy ways. If you know Bob, please approach with caution. He’s a dangerous man with tracking devices. My phone and computer is probably rigged, actually. (Oh yeah, one of those things already is rigged!)

After posting this blog, I wouldn’t be surprised if Bob read it, snapped and “sent his boizz after me to Kill me, guy.”

Congratulate me on this blog while i’m still breathing. Haha.

Naxy gurl.

Plinterview # 2.

As the Plinterviews continue, A fellow official ple-member has requested to be interviewed while lounging in my over-heated basement while guiding Mario through Super Mario’s World. Not only is
this invertebrate an official Ple member, he is also the official PLE boy and has brought a refreshing new
feel and vibe to the group. Mathieu Pourshafiey knew that he was..born to be.  Let’s begin.

Nax: Let’s just start with a breif introduction. What’s your name, real or fake, and age?

Matty: My name is Matty P, I’m nineteen years old and my fake name is Sexor. (I hope you remember this,
Jaydu.)

Nax: How long have you been a PLE- member?

Matty: Well, i started off by trying really hard by getting them to let me in the group and faced so many
rejections, However, after a strong battle that lasted a whole summer, i finally got to be a member of the group…after one of the members decided to part ways, just like when Gerri left the Spice Girls or like when Lisa passed away, leaving TLC as a duo, so the PLE girls decided to start their own reality show. R U THE PLE GIRL? Basically, what they were trying to do was not replace the ex-PLE member but add a new fun flavour to the team. The competition was fierce and after watching many girls hang up their boas, i finally made it as the official PLE boy.

Nax:…But you didn’t answer my question.

Matty: Oh, what was it again?

Nax: How long have you been a PLE-member?

Matty: I think this august, it’ll officialy be a year.

Nax: So who was the ex-PLE member you’re speaking of?

Matty: She cannot be named, but all i can say is Rest In Peace.

Nax: Alright, Did she have any reasons to leave the PLE girls?

Matty: Well, basically, i guess she was just really bored and she needed drama in her life, and we didn’t have that kind of drama in the PLE girls, the only drama we have in the PLE girls are men and bleeding pussies,and i guess her pussy just didn’t bleed enough.

Nax: Okay, moving on, people have said that the PLE girls are “Paris Hilton Wannabes.” What do you have to say about this?

Matty: Honestly, it’s so good that we have Haters, it shows how big we are. We get so many hits everyday it’s worse than your abusive boyfriend. Really, a part of me believes that the only hater we have that comments our blogs is Didier Bouchard. And Ps, we’re not Paris Hilton wannabes, half of the PLe members are Girlicious wannabes.

Nax: Do you remember how you met each PLE girl and what went down?

Matty: Well, there’s Sarah Dunaj. We became friends thanks to Poli, our number one fan. (Hi Poli!SALB) He brought her to a mo-west party, and the rest is history. Next, Jennifer Dunaj. The first time i actually met her was at March Third. We talked about Diplo, but she was so drunk weak Gah Gah Gah that she doesn’t even remember meeting me. The next time we met (for her, the first time and for me the second time) was at DL Jones’ Peer Pressure party.That night, I also met fellow Ple-members Kimbo and Z-fed. That night also brought Sarah Dunaj and I closer. Then, comes the last PLE-member, also co-founder of PLE, her existence to me at the time was a complete mystery. My curiosity grew every day with every story that the other PLE members fed me about her. Rumors were running around that she wanted to try crack and that fascinated me. Though, I have never met her, she instantly became my idol. That day finally came during my lunch break at Nini’s with Sarah Dunaj. The girl, my dreams, the crack-wanting, the beautiful Jennifer Naccarato.

Nax: Are you hitting on me?

Matty: No..

Nax: Well…you’re feeling up my leg, and i’m not gonna lie, i’m fully aroused. Anyways. Getting back to it.
You mentioned March 3rd. What exactly is March 3rd?

Matty:March third was the best night of my life. It was a house party that i only attended for thirty minutes because the cops busted it…but it was indeed the best night of my life/ I met so many people that night, so many friends,so many connections. (Asana!) I had a blast.WHo wasn’t at march third? Honestly? Whoever’s reading this knows what i’m talking about.

Nax: Now, i’m going to give you a few words, tell me the first thing that comes to mind. No thinking. Just make it automatic…first, how about “On-bus urination”

Matty: Pee-Pee-Tree.

Nax: Pussy.

Matty: Pop.

Nax: Cherries.

Matty: Hoo-Ha’s.

Nax: STM.

Matty: STD.

Nax: Tires.

Matty: Highway Pile-ups.

Nax: Coffee.

Matty: Perculatin’

Nax: PLE

Matty: Parking Lot Examination.

Nax: I must admit that you’re the most productive of everyone i’ve interviewed so far, Why do you think that is?

Matty: Maybe it’s because i’m well informed about this organization… This cult.. This army…I’m not gonna lie, i’m terrified.

Nax: Have you ever thought of starting a solo career, a spin-off of your own reality show?

Matty: To be honest, no, i’m happy witht he group i;m in for now, i can’t say anything about the future, and as much as i like the drama from reality shows , i dont like having my own drama. People judge me enough in public, i don’t need to add things about my private life to make people judge even more, even though i have nothing against me being judged.

Nax:But what about the fact that you’re the only PLE boy? Have you ever thought of starting “PLE-BOYS”?

Matty: Yes, i have thought about it, although, i would never, because i honestly cannot stand men. I’d end up killing myself. And no guy fully qualifies to be a PLE boy than me. If you really think you qualify, message me so we can meet up because i’m gonna have to kill you, so let’s make this quiet and discreet.

Nax: Well that’s about it, thanks a lot for giving me the time to interview you and actually providing me with your own questions…Till the next time…

Ple Uncovered?

Hello there fellow Ple-ers.

Tonight, whilst being under the influence and quite bored, lurking in the shadows of a Texan school, an idea hit one of the Ple Girls that it would be a good idea to commence a series of interviews with outsiders about Ple and their interpretations of it’s history, origin and meaning.

Due to lack of Video equip and laziness, and complete boredom, hours later, I have taken it upon myself to start the very first interview with our very own Ple Girl # 1, Jaydu. Yes, I know I said I’d interview outsiders, but take this interview as one insider to another to give our readers a bit of an inside look in the world of PLE, from OUR point of view.

Let’s begin shall we.

 

Nax: So how’s the summer been treating you?

JayDu: Oh God, I feel awkward. I don’t like this. Summer feels like a blur of work and altered states of mind.

Nax: Sounds fun. Well I should know, seeing as I’ve shared many altered states with you. Okay, so getting right into it, How long has PLE been around?

JayDu: Since the beginning of our existence. Actually, I’m really bad with dates and time.

Nax: That’s okay. If you can describe the word PLE in one sentence for outsiders, what would you say?

JayDu: I hate those types of questions. They’re so highschool quiz show. Ple can’t be described in a sentence! It’s so limited.

Nax: Sorry, my producer forces me to ask those types of Q’s.

JayDu: Oh Nax, that’s a good one.

Nax: Moving right along now, what inspired you (or us) to make the blog spot?

JayDu: A build up of frustration? Boredom? Need for self expression? I don’t really remember to be honest. 

Nax: Anything you wanna say to our loyal readers?

JayDu: We have loyal readers?

Nax: Poli, for one. (what’s up Poli!)

JayDu: Okay, so we have a loyal READER. I’m sure anyone else is too ashamed to out themselves. That’s okay. You should be afraid, we bite.

Nax: On a different note, I recall that when PLE reached it’s peak, probably over a year ago, we got all sorts of attention. Positive attention, for example, people demanding Ple shirts or Ple pics or wanting to be a part of our facebook or myspace groups. Was everybody allowed to join?

JayDu: Fuck no. Somethings are better left sacred. Although, if we’ve already passed our prime… Kidding…we’ll never be desperate enough to lower our standards.

Nax: Agreed. Now, as for the negative attention, we’ve had many haters. For example, people saying, and I quote, that we are “Paris Hilton Wannabes.” What the fuck? Any words for the haters?

JayDu: That’s hot? Haters make me horny.

Nax: Ha! Indeed. Alright well thats all the questions I have for tonight and I bet most of you are still left as perplexed about Ple as you were before you read this. Goodnight.

Female on Female Lurkers.

Deriving from Cyndu Younez’s post about Lurkers, my title says it all.

Her post focuses on natural female to male attraction. Face it, we’ve all done it, just like she explains in her post. We’ve seen the hot men or women on facebook or myspace and have taken the risk to add them or poke them hoping for something in return, and when we see a new friend request by some mysterious hot person(s) of the opposite sex on our profile, we feel all flattered and anxious. It happens, don’t lie.

But…is it only me who feels complete annoyance when you get an add from someone of the same sex who you do not know yet you know the only reason they’re adding you is to look at your profile?

For the past few weeks i’ve been getting random adds from females who i really don’t know yet they’re friends with either my boyfriend, my other friends, or they’re just random. Okay. Don’t get me wrong, i like meeting new people…but don’t add me, and then refuse to answer back to my “Hey, do we know each other?” I feel like i’ve been using that line a lot lately. They don’t reply yet we have like 30 friends in common.

I’m sure it’s happened to all of us. You suddenly have a new boyfriend or love interest or circle of friends and you get their exes and other people of the same sex adding you and scoping you out, taking you apart and lurking your profile.

Does anybody else understand what i’m getting at? Augh.

Listen, i don’t care okay. Add me. It’s fine…but tell me who the fuck you are and what your motive is for adding me. Even if you say “oh i donno, just a random add.” that would suffice. Thanks.

Peace.