what happened to killa cam when he actually used to murder?

...the music that is. when i heard that there was a kid cudi x camron colab out there, my heart raced (...without the assistance of any controlled substances! take that, all you fucking haters & mouth-runners. pow!) so anyways, back to the reason for this post: WOW. what a fuckin awesome collaboration, i thought to myself. maybe all cam needs is a collaboration like this one to take him out of the stump, dipset stuck him in. WRONG! boy, was i mistaken! my ears ached after listening to "ur killin me" but not as much as my heart ached when i had to grade this as a complete F for FAIL. you be the judge:

"so cold, but the kid is so hot" ::looks down and SHAKES HEAD:: who the fuck still raps about kid robot gear and rose gold watches?! lets be fuckin serious!

...as i reminisce back to my days in the 5th grade when i'd steal my big brother's cd player and indulged in all the music i wasnt supposed to be listening to i LANDed here:

sorry, for the horrible quality. i spent a whopping 3 minutes looking for a better one, but got bored doing so.

"oh you gonna buy me diamonds? shut the fuck up!"

-beans

what if the one that got away came back?

what happens? what really happens? ::sigh:: let me stop with the little girl fantasies. this is reality. a cold, harsh, lonesome reality. a janice reality. and in a janice reality. nothing happens. absolutely nothing. its become too disgustingly common to catch my wandering mind overflow with images and pictures of things that have never and will never cross his.

currently feel like:

*shout out to my homegirl, G- Doggz for the song referral :) *

i apologize for the lack of posts, lately. that changes now. "stress is temporary"

-beans

::sigh::

i miss janice too.

NO QUIERO QUE ME HABLES. QUIERO QUE ME TOCES.

must admit, this is madd cute

on*

currently listening to...

never gets old.

-pinto

embrace the martian

"my words how i feel exactly are: FUCK THAT. i dont give a damn 'bout not one hater, talking down. dont be afraid at all, ya'll. all i ask of all ya'll is to please: EMBRACE THE MARTIAN, embrace the martian. i come in peace, but i need ya'll rockin with me. please, embrace the martian and this is how it sounds............." -cudder

marvin the martian nike sb dunks? not bad. tastes like gucci or heineken sbs, but not bad to have your favorite food over and over again, right?

STOP THE MURDER

i know this post is probably going to sound really BLAH, but its something that royally cheeses me off. i, too, enjoy lavishing myself in luxury things, but sometimes i understand that there just isnt enough financial funds for these materialistic desires ...with that being said...ladies, please STOP THE MURDER. i am sick to death of seeing all you impostors wearing knockoff handbags at attempts of pulling them off for the real thing. you are not fooling anyone. its actually quite obvious (especially when worn in the presence of me. see, BEANS, was a former employee of that little company some ppl call COACH leathers and its unbelievably easy to point out fakes or as we COACH employees call them: roaches). there is absolutely nothing wrong with a label-less handbag. there really isnt. if you have the funds to indulge yourself, by all means, go ahead, but if you dont, please do not compromise your integrity for that cheap, 23rd st fix. instead, why not take a trip down to your local thrift shop, pick up a lovely $4 number, call it vintage and start a new trend? (of which, i must admit i am guilty of) stop laughing in the face of all those little chinese children whose fingers fell off as they worked so diligently to sew up a $900 handbag they got paid 12cents for. (ok, i shouldnt joke about that. its actually a very serious and real topic to be discussed soon. stay tuned.)

trust me, ladies. you DO NOT want to be this girl:

(photo courtesy of me. on the 1 uptown train. not going to lie. its a good fake, but a fake nonetheless)

-beans

damn. hot-ass show.

...mos def ;) hahaha

"Maybe some women aren’t meant to be tamed. Maybe they’re supposed to run wild until they find someone—just as wild—to run with."

los METS dos-mil-diez

yum! i love the smell of fresh cleats on the grass and the taste of tight buns in a baseball uniform lol ...the METS 2010 baseball season has begun with a win at the home opener yesterday against the Florida marlins. 7-1 M-E-T-S!

i love this baseball season 2010 project VANS has started.

throwback of the day:

beans, davey poo, beans lil sis

mets 2007

i had a dream...

opening up a sneaker store had always been a dream of ours (sadly "ours" became two different entities called: mine and his, but thats besides the point). i still have my plan. after finishing school, after obtaining my career, after helping the kids, after traveling and changing the world, i always envisioned myself going back to the bronx and opening up my very own shop. for those who know me, know of the crazy, over the top, extraordinary ideas i've filled notebooks with. as i was browsing my favorite websites today during a boring ass statistics lecture (spring break is sadly over) ...i came across this picture. the models almost look mannequin-like. another idea popped into my bean-shaped head (lol). have 2 lifesized mannequins in a position similar to this one. in true janice style i'd probably have the woman mannequin completely on top of the male mannequin though. theyd be completely naked, only wearing whatever kicks are hot at the time. i might even throw in a couple of accessories: a bow tie for example :) they'd be placed right in the middle of the store. just there. teasing customers. nearly fucking. if thats doesnt get ppl excited enough to buy, i dont know what else will.

lets go to sleep paris. wake up in tokyo....

vibe with me:

KIKS TYO SUMMER 2010 Preview from KIKS TYO on Vimeo.

"dicen que soy un hippie indescente pero no me importa lo que diga la gente"

i've had this picture for years. i love it. i came across it recently and just felt the need to share. it is believed the incas (whose blood i believe runs vividly in my veins) had a detailed knowledge of cranial anatomy. they used to perform brain scraping procedures and used to remove plugs of patient's skulls to treat head trauma. the incisions in this picture look incredible. perfect, actually. the fact that this was over 500 years ago around 1000 A.D. when inca surgeons had no "proper" education or tools leaves me fuckin baffled. the fact that the only antiseptic they used was maize beer and still had patient survival rates up to 90% positive is unreal. i read somewhere as well, that the incas used to perform brain and other bodily organ transplants and then remove them completely for the sake of sacrifice to the gods. a beautiful destruction? needless to say, i love it.

while we're on the subject:

look at that nose. i like to think its inca, all the way (LOL). i used to be so self-conscious about it when i was younger. i hated it. i thought it was huge and made me look manly. time has allowed me to grew into it because i can honestly say, i love it now. i embrace it even. it's my favorite physical attribute (hence the septum piercing which isnt even the primary reason as to why i got it. i'll leave that for another post of rants and ramblings). it took a long time for me to get to the point where i feel comfortable enough to post a side profile pic like this one. contrary to what many may believe beans is a softee. she is. but its like they say: i'm imperfect. and thats the most perfect thing about me.

which leads me to...

industry sandals on sale at 80spurple.com. originally $103 but marked down to $82.50. they're beautiful. they remind me a lot of the jade stone the maya used to lavish themselves with. if anyone is interested in starting a collection can, im a womens size 7 :) just putting that out there.

i saw this after i orginally posted this entry but i just had to edit it in. seems like everyone is into a bohemian/native american style nowadays (which i highly encourage. anything thats making the youth get in tune with their latin american or native american roots is a thumbs up in my book) ...so i wasnt too surprised when i ran into these. a removable moccasin collar on a pair of leather chucks?! dont know if im personally sold on these. i'd have to see them on my bean-shaped feet, but A+ for effort.

-all for now, beans.

donnie darko

Ronald Fisher: Beer and pussy. That's all I need.

Sean Smith: We gotta find ourselves a Smurfette.

Ronald Fisher: Smurfette?

Sean Smith: Yeah, not some tight-ass Middlesex chick, right? Like this cute little blonde that will get down and dirty with the guys. Like Smurfette does.

Donnie: Smurfette doesn't fuck.

Sean Smith: That's bullshit. Smurfette fucks all the other Smurfs. Why do you think Papa Smurf made her? Because all the other Smurfs were getting too horny.

Ronald Fisher: No, no, no, not Vanity. I heard he was a homosexual.

Sean Smith: Okay, then, you know what? She fucks them and Vanity watches. Okay?

Ronald Fisher: What about Papa Smurf? I mean, he must get in on all the action.

Sean Smith: Yeah, what he does, he films the gang-bang, and he beats off to the tape.

Donnie: [shouts] First of all, Papa Smurf didn't create Smurfette. Gargamel did. She was sent in as Gargamel's evil spy with the intention of destroying the Smurf village. But the overwhelming goodness of the Smurf way of life transformed her. And as for the whole gang-bang scenario, it just couldn't happen. Smurfs are asexual. They don't even have... reproductive organs under those little, white pants. It's just so illogical, you know, about being a Smurf. You know, what's the point of living... if you don't have a dick?

Ronald Fisher: [pause] Dammit, Donnie. Why you gotta get all smart on us?

this beautiful weather we're having puts me in the mood for...

a couple of summer classics:

"i been spending hundreds since they had small faces"

yellow suits?! FLY! lol

beans, "don't be a hard rock when you really are a gem"

"yea, i know you still dream about me"

NIGGA, PLEASE.

i dream of your penis. what? ...because i'm a girl i cant say that?!

janice bites her tongue for

NO ONE.