La la on the bathroom floor.

It is always embrassing for people to read your Internet history. Whether or not you have something embrassing on it. Example if you have how to cut hair, does that make you weird or does that just mean you don't want to screw up? Or if you have something like why does it feel like I have to pee when I cum; is that embrassing? Yes. But at the same time it means you want to be informed. Now I am not saying this has happened to me. But what if it did? Does it matter who finds it? Would you rather your significant other or your mother? Would that be better then porn?
The other day I was looking up something on my girlfriend's computer and when I opened the Internet browser it was opened to porn. Lesbian porn for those who were wondering what she likes in case you didn't know.
And shockingly I was not pissed. It totally turned me on in a weird way. And she was not embrassed at all. She was totally comfortable with the fact. Of course she explained that she needed to make herself feel good because I had left her itching for something because we could not go home together (if you catch my drift). So I was also super proud of myself that I have that type of power.
Everyone deserves to feel good. And if I have the inability to do it for any reason then why not. But back to the topic at hand.
I guess I would rather my girlfriend read my Internet history oppose to my mother. I got nothing to hide from her (my girlfriend) but there are somethings I believe mothers should just not know.
Confidence is super sexy. And so is being comfortable with ones self.
So bring on the "embrassing moments".

Can you over come the past if everyone keeps putting you there?

Everybody makes mistakes. It truely is something that can not be avoided. Now I have fucked up more times then I care to count. And I know that I haven't always been held responsible for my actions(by others). I always hold myself responsible, one of my biggest problems(to much self-hate as the doctors would say).

There isn't a lot of things that make me happy. Sure a lot of things make me smile and make me laugh. But happiness is that feeling in my stomach deep down, you know what I am talking about. Happiness of the unimaginable. When you feel it, you never want to let it go. Whether it be in a relationship or school or job. You get this feeling and you know that it is good. Of course just like anything, this happiness can change. Because nothing in set in stone.

The past 7 months I found out what it was like to be happy. I came from a shit situation that almost destroyed me to happiness in my home town(never thought I would say I was happy living at home again). But I came back from it. I always do.

And now that the new year is here, I wanted to start it off right. Making right decision. Doing the right thing. Being happier. And in some weird act of fate, I found it. And I love it. But the people around me won't let me forget who I was 7 months ago. They hold it over my head and say it is gonna be like last time.

I want things to be perfect, but in this world I know that, its a hard thing to come by. Perfect I mean. I believe in fighting for what you believe in. And I believe in this. I believe that nothing good comes without a fight. So if you are ready to fight for what you believe, for what you want, for all the marbles. Well then lets fight together. Be you and I will be me. And fuck the rest. If they don't come around, then it is their loss.

I kissed a girl and I fucking liked it.

(After a long wait, here is the winning entry for UnRT's first contest.) 

Let's congratulate Buffy Summers everyone and have a read. 

Buffy Summers Reporting: 

I thought I was past at least most of lives 1^st especially in the sexual identity department…

Lets preface the fact that I have been called every variation of the word slut, which really is funny. Doggie Howser M.D. was my first real crush which makes me a quarter century or wait older—still love a dork. Golden rule, glasses + smart, never a disappointment, very eager to learn.

I know enough about boys lets discuss this gay shit….

I haven’t always been liberal to the point of abolishing “typically gender roles” but wow GAYS YOU ROCK…cause people refuse to open their eyes to the choice of two consenting adults to fuck, forget fall in love. YES, I’m aware that some people have religious views & bullshit that conflicts my answer. Get over your uptight crap. But why can’t we all just get over it, it’s like the year 2010 and society can’t even respect each other yet. Get over it, its just love, its just sex, its just pot, it is just fucking fun—live a little.

Now at my crossroads of my new sexually horizon cause if you didn’t get the memo I kissed and girl and fucking liked it enough to say I totally have a girlfriend. I find myself comfortable, and I like that. Do I have a civil union and invetro in my future—who knows? Do any of us know anything for sure? Fuck it I’m busy: busy enjoying life.  

“What is straight?  A line can be straight, or a street, but the human heart, oh, no, it's curved like a road through mountains.”  ~Tennessee Williams, A Streetcar Named Desire, 1947


Best Tip Ever!

I know I usually talk about a lot of weird stuff. But today I feel inspired. I feel a little lighter about the world. I'm usually pretty cold hearted when it comes down to it. I never say I love you. I find this generic phrase is over used and/or not used appropriately. So call me what you want but I don't just throw the "L" word around. The other "L" word I do...as in lesbian.
Now where am I going with this? Well let's look at the title of this post. The best tip ever! So what was so amazing that made my cold heart melt to liquid heat? The answer. A gentleman and his son (probably four years old) came into my store today and before his father ordered his beverage the little boy pulls out a Spiderman sticker and says "This is for you." I thanked him with real graditude and said that Spiderman was amazing but he should check out X-Men and then I asked him if I should wear the sticker. He said if I felt like it I could. I said okay and took his father's money.
Then as they were walking to pick up the father's drink I decided that I would show the boy that I really liked what he gave me. So I said "Hey buddy, I am gonna wear it now." The kids face was one of utter shock, awe, and excitment. I was an adult that put on his childish sticker. I appricated it beyound belief. I made this kids day (or so I hope I did) and what he will never know is that he made mine. It's those little things that make me truly believe that the world just might be an okay place. There is hope.
The holidays are here. Channukah just ended and Christmas is around the corner. Holidays like Yule and Kwanzaa are over looked but they are still here and celebrated in their own ways.
I'm a big scrooge or grinch when it comes to all the smells, tastes, and sights of the holidays. I just don't like any aspect of it. But Spiderman Sticker kid might have given me a little holiday spirit. Let's be nice to our neighbors and families and our friends. Let's be nice to strangers and to everyone else.
Kind of makes me sick thinking about all this cheerful shit. Maybe I will start a little smaller. I will be nice to myself and see how it goes from there. World peace after self peace.
So this holiday season I ask everyone to give out their stickers and smiles and be like that four year old boy. And then maybe we can have world peace. But probably not. But it would still be nice to think it could happen.

Happy holidays UnRT readers. I love you all.
-Chelsea

If you're a fly gal, then get your nails done. Get a pedicure, get your hair did.

Today I decided to treat myself to a mani and pedi. (For those who don't know what this is, I will explain. It a place where they clean and polish your nails and massage your hands and feet. Some people choose to get there then clean nails painted. Still don't understand? Go ask your mom, she will know.)

Now I am sure a few of you are like really Chelsea? How girly of you? And my reply will be, I like to be pampered as much as the next person.

Back to the topic on hand. While I was not understanding what my nail person/technician lady was saying; there sat a little boy who was probably three or four. Now this little boy who we will call Ricky, because I thought that was what he looked like. He looked like a Ricky to me. Now Ricky sat in the giant pedicure chair (which is comfortable and massages your back) eating a donut (with white frosting and rainbow sprinkles), while he used his stuffed animal, that totally had a band-aid on its head, to prop his mother's phone, that he was using to watch SpongeBob SquarePants (yes that is the correct spelling). Now I know I have a few grandmas on this blog, so here is a picture if you dont know who Mr. SquarePants is. (And I swear I'm not creepy. I just like to people watch.)

When I was younger I use to have to make up my own fun when I went on errands with my mom. Either my sisters and I would play some sort of imaginary adventure game that would always end in tears because Linzi made all the rules and I never liked to listen to her. Or I would pretend I was on my own adventure. And each clothes rack was another jungle I had to fight through or a monster to battle.

I assume most of you don't know what I was like as a child, so you must understand one thing about child me. I was the kid who sat in the same cardboard box that I drew plane dashboards inside it, (so I could really push buttons) and had on an astronaut helmet that I talked through and thought that Huston was really replying back to me.

I was weird. But definitely more imaginative then any kid now a days.

It's your birthday.

Today my dog Zowie turned 10 aka 70 in human years. Lets all say happy birthday to the Bitch.

It's Contest Time

So I have been thinking that this blog is a little one sided. I creates this for you (my readers) and me. Well I guess you can say mainly me because I had no readers when I first started this blog, and who knows if I have any now; but that is another story.
I want to hear your uncensored thoughts. That's right blog world I am creating UnRT's first contest. Send your uncensored thoughts to me and the lucky winner will be featured on UnRT (plus there could be a better prize when I think of it). Also feel free to send me topics you want to hear me rant and rave about.

Email your entries to csilver18@gmail.com by December 21st.
I will announce the winner by December 31st. So get excited and start recycling your thoughts for me.
Happy blogging.