Lesbians & UHAUL's go Hand n' Hand???

This statement might be true. Wait a minute....IT IS!!!! No, no, no you 4 people out there who read my blog on a regular basis, its not with a "life partner" its with My BESTHO Raych! Starting January 1st, new HOUSE, new RESPONSIBILITIES which means more money to pay. I guess thats what happens when you develop gray hair right? Time for this astronomically party bitch to focus on more important things in life like: Toasters, Coffee Makers, Forks, Vacuums and a HO (For Gardening Purposes of Course). Equipped with its own wine and beer fridges (yes, plural), will make this whole Sobriety thing of mine problematic. So wish me luck on this long road of ADULTISM (is that even a word) and pray I make it out alive!

Sappy Love Story = Sappy Love Songs

As I said before in a previous BLOG, I express myself through music. I apologize I haven't written a blog in a while for I have been stuck in a stupid numb fuck reality. I've always been a pusssy about expressing my feelings. I mean HOW hard can it really be? When you are IN LOVE with someone, aren't you supposed to put them above all? Shouldn't you express EVERYDAY how much you love and adore them? Shouldn't you live your life expressing that you want to spend the rest of it with them? THE EASY ANSWER TO ALL OF THIS IS YES! Any sane, loving person would say yes. I said yes 6 months too late. Ur probably wondering why I've held on for 6 months. If you met HER, you'd know why. The perfect silhouette of a beautiful woman. Her legs as long as the Mississippi River. Her lips as sweet as sugar honey. Her eyes as dark as as the SOUL of night. Last but NOT least Her ARMS as elongated as that of Raych's legs! Thats only her physical appearance. She is Morning Star Mini Corndogs. She is Country Music She is a lover not a fighter. She is LIFE at its greatest moment. She is black tights and an over sized shirt. She is a subway sandwich. She is diet coke. She is an actress. She is a glorious tune that I'd like to play over and over. I want her to pull me down and drown me in her love...once again. Would you give up if your heart still melted around Her presence? If you felt complete everytime she held you? If the scent of Her skin made you want to become a magnificant human being? I don't think so Tim....is it TOO LATE?

Blacking Out Is Not Funny. Fck Eeu.

Most of you probably find this video amusing. I on the other hand become very appalled when human beings find it funny scaring mammals of all kinds. If you are reading this and are one of "those"...F YOU! You see, I have what you call the "Jumpies". Its a blackouttedness syndrome that consists of various jump man crazies that come about when extreme loud noises are presented from a jack ass' mouth. Why scare a goat? Why scare a Papa? For your own enjoyment right? Asshole. For your info, if you have enough balls to scare me, please prepare yourself for a strike to YOUR skin. The goats on the other hand, have horns, I would be careful there as well. Moral of the story. Leave me the fuck alone, Or i'll kick yo assssss! (Or maybe i'll just propel yo ass into a door). Thank you.


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TITilizing Kings Of Leon

I often search and search for new bands to adhere to my ear cravings. Wondering if "this song" will fulfill my daily dosage of drum beats, or if the lyrics will send a sudden high voltage of emotion towards my heart. I look to music for all emotion. If I cannot explain how I am feeling, I simply play a particular song for that person. Kings Of Leon has all of a sudden taken all my emotion that has been C-Walking constantly in my brain and led me to sort out particular "feelings". Caleb, who is the lead singer, voice sounds like SEX DURING A MOTHAFUCKIN RAINSTORM. It's piercing sweetness TITilizes my ever so longing need to explore what it was like to live in the 60's and love a band with chronic flowing hair. Hence the picture below. Please take the time and listen to these GODS OF ROCK (first purchase Only By The Night).

My First Blog, Chubi's.

I decided to become poetic, no wait...how about the word RonchiFYetic: Def; Poetry from a Mind Full of NumbFuckFunny. I'll post about my favorite ear candy at the moment. Or maybe I'll post Crazy ass Long Beacheans. I'll more so than not post about my crazy 4-legged hairy Chiken. Or Maybe I'll write about my BrokenHeart. I must warn you, I'm Ronchi. I speak my mind in the most comical way that I choose. Please do not get offended. If you have no sense of humor, please leave. I'd like to start off my first blog with sharing a video with you which has sent me into a blissful state of oneness with myself and certain techniques I would like to acquire when dancing in the mirror. Enjoy. Watch Closely. What does it Remind You of? And don't say your mommmmm.