Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Tony's Old Girl
I'm Tony's old girl, I'm havin trouble movin on,
Cuz in my whole life, he was the wickedest one....
That is one of Disheveled Prom Queen's lyrics from a rap she wrote that no one may ever hear.
But, you know, it ain't easy being Tony's Old Girl,
just ask Jacqui Chan.
peep the link:
Tony's Old Girl
Considering that Jacqui's Tony left her for a princess, yo, obviously I can relate.
Tony is good with the ladies. First a model, then a princess.
mm hmm. go head playa.
But yo, I also relate to Jacqui not wanting her identity to only be as some dude's ex.
Cuz the thing is, she was in show biz before she even met Tony.
Go head and tell it Jacqui.
Me too gurl. I mean, a singer that is.
Cuz in my whole life, he was the wickedest one....
That is one of Disheveled Prom Queen's lyrics from a rap she wrote that no one may ever hear.
But, you know, it ain't easy being Tony's Old Girl,
just ask Jacqui Chan.
peep the link:
Tony's Old Girl
Considering that Jacqui's Tony left her for a princess, yo, obviously I can relate.
Tony is good with the ladies. First a model, then a princess.
mm hmm. go head playa.
But yo, I also relate to Jacqui not wanting her identity to only be as some dude's ex.
Cuz the thing is, she was in show biz before she even met Tony.
Go head and tell it Jacqui.
Me too gurl. I mean, a singer that is.
SupaFreak
Disheveled Prom Queen a little slow to the take again, but finally checking out 2Chainz.
Searchin 2Chainz on my new Spotify account and then tryna decide which song to listen to, I figured a track with Young Jeezy was a good way to go.
Startin out strong with my peep of 2Chainz, I think.
"Tell your baby daddy that he's super weak,
Fucked yo girl last night, it only took a week."
Hell yeah, that's my kinda man!
Searchin 2Chainz on my new Spotify account and then tryna decide which song to listen to, I figured a track with Young Jeezy was a good way to go.
Startin out strong with my peep of 2Chainz, I think.
"Tell your baby daddy that he's super weak,
Fucked yo girl last night, it only took a week."
Hell yeah, that's my kinda man!
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Stencils Dancing
I thought this stencil of blue dancers was pretty cool.
The silly tag next to it is lucky to be hitching a ride into this photo for balanced composition's sake.
The silly tag next to it is lucky to be hitching a ride into this photo for balanced composition's sake.
Call Tyrone
Pleased to announce that i am back to an acceptable amount of Disheveled today. the tear I was on has smoothly landed on a nice level being only mildy disheveled, and so, my own personal normal. Although there is bender-ish behavior that does continue to persist. Can I still say that red wine is good for the heart and that's why I drink it everyday even though I switched to Vodka two days ago?
Well anyway. I was thinking today about what I had written in the previous post about a mutherfucker blowing a phone up and such. Although I will be slightly more gentle today and just say, a dude blowing up a phone...to say that such a person in my past that demonstrated such behavior actually earned himself his own post with his actions.
And so, here it is. Now, normally I do not mention names, but this time it is required.
For the man who gains credit for blowing up my phone the most, (even worse than the psycho ex when i had to change the locks) is.......the one and the only, "Tyrone."
Now, mind you, things started out well. Met him out on the Belmont Plateau, which is a very Philly place to meet someone indeed. He was riding a dirt bike and I was thinkin I might want a ride.
But you know, dude did not know how to fall back.
Booty call is like hit each other up, meet up, and fall back. Right?
You would think someone would get a hint after three or so missed calls.
Eventually, it became not worth it to call Tyrone.
We were singing this one for ages after that.
Well anyway. I was thinking today about what I had written in the previous post about a mutherfucker blowing a phone up and such. Although I will be slightly more gentle today and just say, a dude blowing up a phone...to say that such a person in my past that demonstrated such behavior actually earned himself his own post with his actions.
And so, here it is. Now, normally I do not mention names, but this time it is required.
For the man who gains credit for blowing up my phone the most, (even worse than the psycho ex when i had to change the locks) is.......the one and the only, "Tyrone."
Now, mind you, things started out well. Met him out on the Belmont Plateau, which is a very Philly place to meet someone indeed. He was riding a dirt bike and I was thinkin I might want a ride.
But you know, dude did not know how to fall back.
Booty call is like hit each other up, meet up, and fall back. Right?
You would think someone would get a hint after three or so missed calls.
Eventually, it became not worth it to call Tyrone.
We were singing this one for ages after that.
Friday, January 13, 2012
To the Point Street Signs 3
So, I am happy to share with you that DPQ has met a cutie that has her quite disheveled.
Thinking about working out.
Thinking about working out.
It's the latest in fitness
Saturday, January 7, 2012
For all my Ladies
Yeah, Disheveled Prom Queen, up late night. Obviously having some issues.
This post goes out to all of my female readers.
Lately, it has been brought to my attention that it is a new trend in dating for the woman to ask the
guy out.
I am of the opinion that ultimately, this does not work,
although i have been repeatedly told other wise.
I think, if the dude actually wants the lady, he will make the move.
He may say yes to a lady, if she asks, but I have my doubts as to whether that was in his heart.
And sadly, I see a disheveled cycle of the woman stuck driving the train when she's was really looking for a thrilling ride in that dude's car.
So, I brought in some up back up research for assistance.
An article from a blogger named "FlyGuyChronicles."
Cuz I like my guys fly.
FlyGuyChronicles
And my wiegh in on this, one is the whole, "Smile and use gentle tones while asking him out. This allows you to be aggressive, while still maintaining your non-threatening posture."
What the fuck does that mean?
that statement to me, is right up there with, "Make yourself available, but not too available."
Cuz what does that shit mean either?
Fuck all that noise.
Being single allows the clear avoidance of interpreting ambiguous statements such as these.
The only part I don't like about being single is the lack of Slow Jamz quality booty.
Imma need some R to comfort me after that article.
This post goes out to all of my female readers.
Lately, it has been brought to my attention that it is a new trend in dating for the woman to ask the
guy out.
I am of the opinion that ultimately, this does not work,
although i have been repeatedly told other wise.
I think, if the dude actually wants the lady, he will make the move.
He may say yes to a lady, if she asks, but I have my doubts as to whether that was in his heart.
And sadly, I see a disheveled cycle of the woman stuck driving the train when she's was really looking for a thrilling ride in that dude's car.
So, I brought in some up back up research for assistance.
An article from a blogger named "FlyGuyChronicles."
Cuz I like my guys fly.
FlyGuyChronicles
And my wiegh in on this, one is the whole, "Smile and use gentle tones while asking him out. This allows you to be aggressive, while still maintaining your non-threatening posture."
What the fuck does that mean?
that statement to me, is right up there with, "Make yourself available, but not too available."
Cuz what does that shit mean either?
Fuck all that noise.
Being single allows the clear avoidance of interpreting ambiguous statements such as these.
The only part I don't like about being single is the lack of Slow Jamz quality booty.
Imma need some R to comfort me after that article.
Cuz R. knows what I need.
Keepin It Brief
Disheveled Prom Queen keepin it brief this time, after a couple of long, possibly lack luster postings.
All I've gots to say is.....
Single Moms Need Love Too!
They be workin the hardest; not a lot of free time for dating around to find the right one, can't be bringin a bunch of randoms around the child(ren), and all that.
If you have a single mom in your midst,
Hug her. she probly needs it!
All I've gots to say is.....
Single Moms Need Love Too!
They be workin the hardest; not a lot of free time for dating around to find the right one, can't be bringin a bunch of randoms around the child(ren), and all that.
If you have a single mom in your midst,
Hug her. she probly needs it!
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Double Awkward Black Girl
So.
In case you didn't already know, this Prom Queen is disheveled. I do things like drink too much to prove that I am bad, when really um. turns out, everyone gets too drunk sometimes.
So, of course, this show is a good fit.
happy to share with you: "Awkward Black Girl"
Hittin you with a good episode, right herr.
If you have ever ventured into interracial dating, this episode is sure to bring your life some comic relief.
Only thing is, she doesn't do her gangsta rap thing in this one, so I have to post another.
Plus, if you are not familiar, it will be good to start at the beginning.
In case you didn't already know, this Prom Queen is disheveled. I do things like drink too much to prove that I am bad, when really um. turns out, everyone gets too drunk sometimes.
So, of course, this show is a good fit.
happy to share with you: "Awkward Black Girl"
Hittin you with a good episode, right herr.
If you have ever ventured into interracial dating, this episode is sure to bring your life some comic relief.
Only thing is, she doesn't do her gangsta rap thing in this one, so I have to post another.
Plus, if you are not familiar, it will be good to start at the beginning.
Monday, January 2, 2012
Why did I do it?
Honestly feeling quite disheveled today.
Holiday let down combined with not enough sleeping off of the New Year's party binge, left me vulnerable to a mild panic attack at facing a potential nother year with no birthday kiss, that leads into another year deficient in cuddles; fighting off bitterness with every wack approach...
I must admit, that I logged onto the dreaded dating web-site today as a last resort.
Why did I do it?
I guess I should come clean and admit that I did decline an invite for drinks on New Year's with someone I had just recently met. so it's not as though I don't get asked.
This guy being some one who hit me up on facebook after the first time we met saying,
"You are much more fun when you are awake." (as opposed to passed out drunk)
Nice enough guy; but I've got a thing for a man with a checkered past.
If his past aint checkered, I am not sure how disheveled he's gonna get me.
This guy not lookin so checkered.
So I did a little check up at my options on this web-site,
cuz that is a much better way to meet somebody....
Had some e-mails waiting since I haven't been on since October.
My favorite being,
"I would like to know more about you. That sounds so stalker-like, but anyway, i would."
How about this one.....?
"wow, we match 68%. In some countries, that means we are married. As long as we don't go to these countries at the same time, we are safe. smiley face...."
And to be certain, both of these guys were rockin baseball hats to cover their shiny domes.
At this point, I am thinking mail order cutie? or Rent a cutie?
Bring him in every couple weeks for a stroll in the park. Or to watch the game in our slippers?
Chill by the fire. You know, some easy like Sunday mornin type of shit with my checkery past rent a date, so I don't get all bitterlike? hmmm
Also, in case all of my avid male readers were wondering, "Hello beautiful" is not an effective ice-breaker.
And not to worry, this blog is longer than my actual moment of panic.
Cuz we all will be swimmin in cuties this year and imma catch me a good one.
Holiday let down combined with not enough sleeping off of the New Year's party binge, left me vulnerable to a mild panic attack at facing a potential nother year with no birthday kiss, that leads into another year deficient in cuddles; fighting off bitterness with every wack approach...
I must admit, that I logged onto the dreaded dating web-site today as a last resort.
Why did I do it?
I guess I should come clean and admit that I did decline an invite for drinks on New Year's with someone I had just recently met. so it's not as though I don't get asked.
This guy being some one who hit me up on facebook after the first time we met saying,
"You are much more fun when you are awake." (as opposed to passed out drunk)
Nice enough guy; but I've got a thing for a man with a checkered past.
If his past aint checkered, I am not sure how disheveled he's gonna get me.
This guy not lookin so checkered.
So I did a little check up at my options on this web-site,
cuz that is a much better way to meet somebody....
Had some e-mails waiting since I haven't been on since October.
My favorite being,
"I would like to know more about you. That sounds so stalker-like, but anyway, i would."
How about this one.....?
"wow, we match 68%. In some countries, that means we are married. As long as we don't go to these countries at the same time, we are safe. smiley face...."
And to be certain, both of these guys were rockin baseball hats to cover their shiny domes.
At this point, I am thinking mail order cutie? or Rent a cutie?
Bring him in every couple weeks for a stroll in the park. Or to watch the game in our slippers?
Chill by the fire. You know, some easy like Sunday mornin type of shit with my checkery past rent a date, so I don't get all bitterlike? hmmm
Also, in case all of my avid male readers were wondering, "Hello beautiful" is not an effective ice-breaker.
And not to worry, this blog is longer than my actual moment of panic.
Cuz we all will be swimmin in cuties this year and imma catch me a good one.
Message fo 2012
DPQ wishing you a Reggae New Year!
Going big for 2012 no doubt. Much positivity in sight. All I see is big things.
That is why, today, when I received a random ass text message with curse words in it; I was snapped out of my daydreams into the reality of two things.
The first, is that, this year, those who try and cross me gonna have to be sure they is stronger than I, cuz I will be stickin up for myself this year.
And number two, which may just be a reiteration of number 1 is....
I'm on my grind shorty
Don't Cloud my Shine.
With my sun hat on, I will be shining bright while all the haters be hidin in the shade lookin for someone to take their problems out on. So if you's ridin with me, turn it up.!
Happy 2012! Big tings! Big tings! Holla!
Going big for 2012 no doubt. Much positivity in sight. All I see is big things.
That is why, today, when I received a random ass text message with curse words in it; I was snapped out of my daydreams into the reality of two things.
The first, is that, this year, those who try and cross me gonna have to be sure they is stronger than I, cuz I will be stickin up for myself this year.
And number two, which may just be a reiteration of number 1 is....
I'm on my grind shorty
Don't Cloud my Shine.
With my sun hat on, I will be shining bright while all the haters be hidin in the shade lookin for someone to take their problems out on. So if you's ridin with me, turn it up.!
Happy 2012! Big tings! Big tings! Holla!
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Amy-n-Tony
This remix penetrates my sub-conscious.
A lot of these lyrics, the reason this prom queen is so disheveled.
But I ain't tried to play Tony, not never.
A lot of these lyrics, the reason this prom queen is so disheveled.
But I ain't tried to play Tony, not never.
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