Friday, December 24, 2010
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
I Am
With the first semester of my Sophomore at its end, and my month long Winter Break has officially began, it is time for a necessary blog. This semester has been QUITE eventful. I realized that I am not as stable as I once perceived, that of course rattled me to the core, fucking with my grades and overall sanity, if that is even intact. My work ethic was increased DRAMATICALLY, which did nothing for my grades because if you are in a slump internally, there is NOTHING that you can do until things get better. The biggest splash in my poor little pond was my acquisition of a girlfriend.
YES WOLRD, I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND!!!
What had happened was..............we started off as GREAT friends. We leaned on each other. We depended on each other. We were one of the only persons in each others lives that we could trust, and that is saying A LOT!!! We were comfortable with each other, and we grew to need one another.
We grew to love each other, on a rather strange level. We did not recognize this level, obviously, because we are, or at least WERE, heterosexual. So, naturally, we sort of ignored it, thinking that it was just a girl crush, whatever the fuck that is.
RANT: if it is a fucking crush, which apparently everyone has on the same sex, would not that be equivalent to everyone experiencing some sort of bisexuality??? Call it for what it is, and interact with it accordingly. Do not label something, and then retreat from your wording when it pertains to you. BUCK THE FUCK UP AND OWN YOUR SHIT!!!
Anywho
When we realized that it was the real thing, she thought that she had to live with the "fact" that I would never be hers because I was telling her that nothing was there. I was still in a relationship so for me to acknowledge these feelings and trying at the same time to keep them at bay would be virtually impossible. It took her writing a poem, and basically calling me a liar and relating me to a person that was afraid of what they wanted, to get me to tell her the truth.
SHE WAS EXCITED
I did not want to tell her because these feelings were growing and growing by the day, and to entertain them would essentially be cheating. Grant it for a woman cheating is based on emotions, but that's a different blog. When I did tell her, she could hardly contain herself, and it made things with my boyfriend THAT much more complicated. I am not a cheater, and I try to keep myself out of every possible situation possible that would lead me to commit that heinous of an act, but by confessing my feelings, that was nearly impossible. I did fairly well, but damn it was difficult.
I WANTED TO SEE IF IT WAS OVER WITH HIM
I did not put anything in stone until I got home for Break. I did this to give him a fair shot at me as well, even though he had no clue that he was in a competition for my heart. I spent the night with him when I got home. It did nothing but make things worse. The entire time that I was with him, and yes things did get hot, heavy, steamy, and wild, I could not stop thinking of her. Even while in the act I was thinking of her. I even felt bad because it was as if I was cheating on her, when we weren't even in a relationship yet. I think that's what made everything clear for me. So I left him behind the next day and just chose whom I felt would make me the happiest......I am happy.
I HAVE NOT LOOKED BACK SINCE.
Now for society to OFFICIALLY kiss my ass, roll over, and die. You have my blessing.
YES WOLRD, I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND!!!
What had happened was..............we started off as GREAT friends. We leaned on each other. We depended on each other. We were one of the only persons in each others lives that we could trust, and that is saying A LOT!!! We were comfortable with each other, and we grew to need one another.
We grew to love each other, on a rather strange level. We did not recognize this level, obviously, because we are, or at least WERE, heterosexual. So, naturally, we sort of ignored it, thinking that it was just a girl crush, whatever the fuck that is.
RANT: if it is a fucking crush, which apparently everyone has on the same sex, would not that be equivalent to everyone experiencing some sort of bisexuality??? Call it for what it is, and interact with it accordingly. Do not label something, and then retreat from your wording when it pertains to you. BUCK THE FUCK UP AND OWN YOUR SHIT!!!
Anywho
When we realized that it was the real thing, she thought that she had to live with the "fact" that I would never be hers because I was telling her that nothing was there. I was still in a relationship so for me to acknowledge these feelings and trying at the same time to keep them at bay would be virtually impossible. It took her writing a poem, and basically calling me a liar and relating me to a person that was afraid of what they wanted, to get me to tell her the truth.
SHE WAS EXCITED
I did not want to tell her because these feelings were growing and growing by the day, and to entertain them would essentially be cheating. Grant it for a woman cheating is based on emotions, but that's a different blog. When I did tell her, she could hardly contain herself, and it made things with my boyfriend THAT much more complicated. I am not a cheater, and I try to keep myself out of every possible situation possible that would lead me to commit that heinous of an act, but by confessing my feelings, that was nearly impossible. I did fairly well, but damn it was difficult.
I WANTED TO SEE IF IT WAS OVER WITH HIM
I did not put anything in stone until I got home for Break. I did this to give him a fair shot at me as well, even though he had no clue that he was in a competition for my heart. I spent the night with him when I got home. It did nothing but make things worse. The entire time that I was with him, and yes things did get hot, heavy, steamy, and wild, I could not stop thinking of her. Even while in the act I was thinking of her. I even felt bad because it was as if I was cheating on her, when we weren't even in a relationship yet. I think that's what made everything clear for me. So I left him behind the next day and just chose whom I felt would make me the happiest......I am happy.
I HAVE NOT LOOKED BACK SINCE.
Now for society to OFFICIALLY kiss my ass, roll over, and die. You have my blessing.
Monday, December 13, 2010
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Love Is Blind
I was brought up in the South. WAY BELOW THE MASON-DIXIE LINE. Down here, since I am presently home for the Thanksgiving holiday, you are to go to church, get married, have children, retire, and live the rest of your life in a bittersweet existence with lemonade, SWEET tea, and peach cobbler.
I DON'T AGREE.
My biggest beef with the South is not its customs, but what it holds as being morally correct. One of those customs is its take on homosexuality. Now, I am not a homosexual, but I am not a heterosexual or a bisexual. I am a lover of love.
YEAH I SAID IT!
To be a lover of love, one must allow for love to lift them where they belong, not what the other person has in their pants. I am writing this into a blog because I have recently been met by this wall of "confusion." It's a wall of confusion because if you think this way down here then you are a confused being.
FUCK THE SOUTH, OR BETTER YET, FUCK AMERICA.
I am NOT down with conformity. I will love whomever I choose to. I will no longer worry what the next person thinks. That life is over for me, and I thank GOD for it.
YEAH I SAID GOD IN THIS BLOG ALONG WITH CONDONING LIBERATED SEXUALITY!
I think that He would not mind me loving whomever I want. I thought He wanted His children to be happy. If this person or that person (notice when it comes to people it's not about he or she) makes you happy, then go for it. Fuck protocol. Fuck conformity. Fuck what the next person says.
I AM DECLARING IT NOW.
I am IN LOVE a person that makes me happy. Isn't that what the ULTIMATE goal is in relationships???
I THOUGHT THAT LOVE SHOULD BLIND YOU WITH A BLISSFUL FANTASY???
What happened to that???
I DON'T AGREE.
My biggest beef with the South is not its customs, but what it holds as being morally correct. One of those customs is its take on homosexuality. Now, I am not a homosexual, but I am not a heterosexual or a bisexual. I am a lover of love.
YEAH I SAID IT!
To be a lover of love, one must allow for love to lift them where they belong, not what the other person has in their pants. I am writing this into a blog because I have recently been met by this wall of "confusion." It's a wall of confusion because if you think this way down here then you are a confused being.
FUCK THE SOUTH, OR BETTER YET, FUCK AMERICA.
I am NOT down with conformity. I will love whomever I choose to. I will no longer worry what the next person thinks. That life is over for me, and I thank GOD for it.
YEAH I SAID GOD IN THIS BLOG ALONG WITH CONDONING LIBERATED SEXUALITY!
I think that He would not mind me loving whomever I want. I thought He wanted His children to be happy. If this person or that person (notice when it comes to people it's not about he or she) makes you happy, then go for it. Fuck protocol. Fuck conformity. Fuck what the next person says.
I AM DECLARING IT NOW.
I am IN LOVE a person that makes me happy. Isn't that what the ULTIMATE goal is in relationships???
I THOUGHT THAT LOVE SHOULD BLIND YOU WITH A BLISSFUL FANTASY???
What happened to that???
Friday, October 15, 2010
I Don't Know What I'm Writing
I have two love of my lifes: my wife and my boyfriend.
My wife is so AMAZING, and for clarification this is a play-thing. She makes me happy in every single way. Even when we are fussing back and forth with one another, I love the time that we spend together, except when she's misbehaving lol. If she were a guy, I would have asked her a LONG time ago to marry me lol. SHE IS ALMOST PERFECT!!! The only thing is, I am not attracted to her physically.
My boyfriend is a mess and a half of great loving. He is AMAZING. He makes me happy in every single way. Even when we are fussing back and forth with one another, I love the time that we spend together, except when he's misbehaving lol. I am happy that he is a male, because two females like this in my life would be so difficult to handle. HE IS PERFECT!!!
They are both kind, smart, gentle, attentive, nurturing, sweet, loveable, WAY PAST TOLERABLE, generous, cuddly lol, and they visibly care about and love me! I have NEVER had that come from someone who was NOT family. They have forced their ways, literally, into my heart and mind and soul. I cannot see myself without them next to me. Their mere presence makes me feel complete. They are who I go to with a problem or delimma. They are my shoulders to lean on. They have become my solid, my Jamrock. The best thing about it is, my boyfriend is at home, and my wife is here with me, so no infridging on space is occurring. They have me all to theirselves, HA, when I am in my respected area. I just wish that they were not two different people, and that they were one. This would be WAY less confusing as far as emotions go. I know where I stand in my sexuality, but gosh feelings make you forget. Maybe this is not such a bad thing though.
ARE WE SUPPOSED TO BE GENDER-BLIND WHEN IT COMES TO LOVE???
If so then I am screwed, because the male physique excites the hell out of me, but love just levels a MAJOR smack in the face with blind eyes and hear no evil see no evil sermons.
I HATE HAVING EMOTIONS!!!
My wife is so AMAZING, and for clarification this is a play-thing. She makes me happy in every single way. Even when we are fussing back and forth with one another, I love the time that we spend together, except when she's misbehaving lol. If she were a guy, I would have asked her a LONG time ago to marry me lol. SHE IS ALMOST PERFECT!!! The only thing is, I am not attracted to her physically.
My boyfriend is a mess and a half of great loving. He is AMAZING. He makes me happy in every single way. Even when we are fussing back and forth with one another, I love the time that we spend together, except when he's misbehaving lol. I am happy that he is a male, because two females like this in my life would be so difficult to handle. HE IS PERFECT!!!
They are both kind, smart, gentle, attentive, nurturing, sweet, loveable, WAY PAST TOLERABLE, generous, cuddly lol, and they visibly care about and love me! I have NEVER had that come from someone who was NOT family. They have forced their ways, literally, into my heart and mind and soul. I cannot see myself without them next to me. Their mere presence makes me feel complete. They are who I go to with a problem or delimma. They are my shoulders to lean on. They have become my solid, my Jamrock. The best thing about it is, my boyfriend is at home, and my wife is here with me, so no infridging on space is occurring. They have me all to theirselves, HA, when I am in my respected area. I just wish that they were not two different people, and that they were one. This would be WAY less confusing as far as emotions go. I know where I stand in my sexuality, but gosh feelings make you forget. Maybe this is not such a bad thing though.
ARE WE SUPPOSED TO BE GENDER-BLIND WHEN IT COMES TO LOVE???
If so then I am screwed, because the male physique excites the hell out of me, but love just levels a MAJOR smack in the face with blind eyes and hear no evil see no evil sermons.
I HATE HAVING EMOTIONS!!!
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Anti-gay church, grieving father square off over free speech, privacy
You better kiss my WHOLE ass on this shit.............--------------->>> http://www.cnn.com/2010/CRIME/10/01/scotus.anti.gay.speech/index.html
Friday, October 1, 2010
U.N. releases 'heartbreaking' human rights report on Congo
http://edition.cnn.com/2010/WORLD/africa/10/01/congo.atrocities.un.report/index.html
US apologizes for infecting Guatemalans with STDs in the 1940s
http://edition.cnn.com/2010/WORLD/americas/10/01/us.guatemala.apology/index.html?hpt=P1&iref=NS1
Saturday, September 18, 2010
"Spacebound," Wow You're Speaking ME
Eminem has ALWAYS had my heart and ear ever since his first song, "My Name Is." But this song "Spacebound," off his newest album has me on something else.
I am a person who is hard on love. I am hard on love because, although I crave it, the actual reality of finding that person is very slim. In my life I have not been presented with any good examples of how to make a healthy love last, and how to suppress what should not be. This, subconsciously, has hindered me from reaching out and giving even a snippet of myself over without a MAJOR fight. For instance, my guy is still relatively in the dark as far as what has TRULY shaped me. I have admitted to a VERY trustworthy person that I have the tendency to wait until I have everything figured out before I was to even attempt to mention anything about myself. I guess that I am not one for "weathering the storm" with a security net close by. I just feel that my past is not as massive as the next persons', so I keep it to myself because I would feel that if I was to share, that I would be acting on selfishness. However, when I did tell this person, it was rather heavy to them. I honestly don't see it, but I take them to be genuine.
Back to the lecture at hand.
In this song, Eminem speaks of someone who just appeared out of nowhere and "took my breath away." He even dubbed them a supernova. The chorus reads as followed: "I'm a spacebound rocketship, and your hearts' still the moon. And I'm aiming right at you.......right at you." He goes on deeper into the feeling of an overwhelming euphoria that comes with the feeling of being in love. The feelings that he expressed throughout this song, is the EXACT way that I feel. I have never felt this way before. And, as I expressed in an earlier blog, probably never will experience this high again. I understand that this is a very real possibility, even though the "hopeless romantic" side of me will rebel. The last verse spoke of the person moving on, leaving Eminem still in DEEP love with this person. This escalates to him committing a "heat of passion" crime. Once the person is dead, he proceeds to committ suicide, as if they were supposed to live and die together.
Now I am not dangerously in love, but I am madly into him. In fact, I just confessed it, although he had already known such ha! He asked me on multiple occassions whether or not I was indeed in love with him. I would just brush it off, neglecting to inform him of the journey that was taken by myself to get to him. He thinks that he had to find himself to be with me; little does he know how much soul searching I STILL have to do to be right for him.
HE HAS TAKEN MY BREATH AWAY; HE'S MY SUPERNOVA.
I plan to keep onto him........for he has decided to do this for me a long time ago.
I am a person who is hard on love. I am hard on love because, although I crave it, the actual reality of finding that person is very slim. In my life I have not been presented with any good examples of how to make a healthy love last, and how to suppress what should not be. This, subconsciously, has hindered me from reaching out and giving even a snippet of myself over without a MAJOR fight. For instance, my guy is still relatively in the dark as far as what has TRULY shaped me. I have admitted to a VERY trustworthy person that I have the tendency to wait until I have everything figured out before I was to even attempt to mention anything about myself. I guess that I am not one for "weathering the storm" with a security net close by. I just feel that my past is not as massive as the next persons', so I keep it to myself because I would feel that if I was to share, that I would be acting on selfishness. However, when I did tell this person, it was rather heavy to them. I honestly don't see it, but I take them to be genuine.
Back to the lecture at hand.
In this song, Eminem speaks of someone who just appeared out of nowhere and "took my breath away." He even dubbed them a supernova. The chorus reads as followed: "I'm a spacebound rocketship, and your hearts' still the moon. And I'm aiming right at you.......right at you." He goes on deeper into the feeling of an overwhelming euphoria that comes with the feeling of being in love. The feelings that he expressed throughout this song, is the EXACT way that I feel. I have never felt this way before. And, as I expressed in an earlier blog, probably never will experience this high again. I understand that this is a very real possibility, even though the "hopeless romantic" side of me will rebel. The last verse spoke of the person moving on, leaving Eminem still in DEEP love with this person. This escalates to him committing a "heat of passion" crime. Once the person is dead, he proceeds to committ suicide, as if they were supposed to live and die together.
Now I am not dangerously in love, but I am madly into him. In fact, I just confessed it, although he had already known such ha! He asked me on multiple occassions whether or not I was indeed in love with him. I would just brush it off, neglecting to inform him of the journey that was taken by myself to get to him. He thinks that he had to find himself to be with me; little does he know how much soul searching I STILL have to do to be right for him.
HE HAS TAKEN MY BREATH AWAY; HE'S MY SUPERNOVA.
I plan to keep onto him........for he has decided to do this for me a long time ago.
Monday, September 13, 2010
I'm Sorry America..........NOT!!!
I have an ENORMOUS beef with the American society right about now. My roommate recounted a conversation that she had had with a friend from home about their feelings on the Presidential Office and the state of Americas' affairs in the political world.
It all stemmed from New York, where my roommate and her friend are from, and the current situation where the state is unable to create certain transactions because of improper documentation. My roommate's friend's dispute apparently rests with the Obama-administration. I will not get into what exactly this person said because that would be just juvenile on my behalf. Bottom line, this person blames the Obama-administration for her state not being able to fulfill desires, which in turn affect the citizens of the state as well as the government.
Although I will have to refuse to express what this person REALLY said, I will state that this person made it ABUNDANTLY clear that the skin color was an issue. And this is where half of my anger and shear disappointment lies in this person's statement.
HOW DARE YOU MENTION THE COLOR OF A PERSON'S SKIN AS THE BASIS OF YOUR OVERALL ARGUMENT.
I am sorry America, but this is our leader, this is our symbol of hope and future. I always viewed President Obama as the face of what the United States was all about, "Equality and Justice. Opposite in Existence, Similar in Stride." I cannot fathom the abundant grief that overwhelms me when I read about persons who dislike him because "nothing is changing." I am not a fan of "deliberate ignorance," because no ignorance is blissful.
I you people were to actually sit back and observe, shut the FUCK up, and pay attention, you would realize that the Presidency has not been stable since the early part of the 20th century. Not only that, but the President no longer has much say-so over most affairs. He, or her, job is to basically sign their name on the line and hope for the best. As I type this peace of literary work, I have realized George Bush did not receive HALF as much criticism, ALL EIGHT YEARS!!! In fact, the last President to recieve such hatred and misfortune was Nixon, AFTER WATERGATE IN 1972!!!
Fellow citizens, I ask, WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM??? You want something, but once you get it you want to be rid of it. You wanted reform, you're receiving it. Now it's not the right fit. You wanted accountability, you got accountability. Now you want to blame more and more.
WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO CONFESS YOUR TRUE FEELINGS AND SAY THAT A PERSON OF COLOR IN CHARGE BOTHERS YOU???
I hate having to refer BACK to race, for this country has a slogan that suggests freedom for all, but I see no other way to describe it. I try harder and harder everyday to have some type of pride in my country, but this too has become a lie in its own.
So I am going to do what most Americans never had the balls to do in the first place, and that is say what I feel.
AMERICA THE HYPOCRIT, FUCK YOU.........
It all stemmed from New York, where my roommate and her friend are from, and the current situation where the state is unable to create certain transactions because of improper documentation. My roommate's friend's dispute apparently rests with the Obama-administration. I will not get into what exactly this person said because that would be just juvenile on my behalf. Bottom line, this person blames the Obama-administration for her state not being able to fulfill desires, which in turn affect the citizens of the state as well as the government.
Although I will have to refuse to express what this person REALLY said, I will state that this person made it ABUNDANTLY clear that the skin color was an issue. And this is where half of my anger and shear disappointment lies in this person's statement.
HOW DARE YOU MENTION THE COLOR OF A PERSON'S SKIN AS THE BASIS OF YOUR OVERALL ARGUMENT.
I am sorry America, but this is our leader, this is our symbol of hope and future. I always viewed President Obama as the face of what the United States was all about, "Equality and Justice. Opposite in Existence, Similar in Stride." I cannot fathom the abundant grief that overwhelms me when I read about persons who dislike him because "nothing is changing." I am not a fan of "deliberate ignorance," because no ignorance is blissful.
I you people were to actually sit back and observe, shut the FUCK up, and pay attention, you would realize that the Presidency has not been stable since the early part of the 20th century. Not only that, but the President no longer has much say-so over most affairs. He, or her, job is to basically sign their name on the line and hope for the best. As I type this peace of literary work, I have realized George Bush did not receive HALF as much criticism, ALL EIGHT YEARS!!! In fact, the last President to recieve such hatred and misfortune was Nixon, AFTER WATERGATE IN 1972!!!
Fellow citizens, I ask, WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM??? You want something, but once you get it you want to be rid of it. You wanted reform, you're receiving it. Now it's not the right fit. You wanted accountability, you got accountability. Now you want to blame more and more.
WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO CONFESS YOUR TRUE FEELINGS AND SAY THAT A PERSON OF COLOR IN CHARGE BOTHERS YOU???
I hate having to refer BACK to race, for this country has a slogan that suggests freedom for all, but I see no other way to describe it. I try harder and harder everyday to have some type of pride in my country, but this too has become a lie in its own.
So I am going to do what most Americans never had the balls to do in the first place, and that is say what I feel.
AMERICA THE HYPOCRIT, FUCK YOU.........
Friday, September 10, 2010
What Has Happened?
I am not an english major. I do not have a pH. D or doctorate. I am currently not even in the possession of a bachelor's degree. And obviously from my other posts, this one is soon to follow, I am far from being perfect in the art that is "proper grammer." But that does not hinder me from professing my unadulterated hate for recent lack of professional editting for today's official documentation; this is a rant on the internet, for that's the most frequented space for today's knowledge. Anywhere from ESPN.go.com, to CNN.com, the language in both the official blogs and official atricles has become extremely loose. It has gotten to the point where I feel that there is no more pre-requisted hope for the latter of my generation.
OF COURSE, MY GENERATION AS A WHOLE HAS A BURNING STIGMA TAGGING ALONG, STATING THAT WE WILL BE THE FIRST TO TAKE A STEP BACK AND REGRESS RATHER THAN PROGRESS.
That statement above is so frightening to even imagine that I feel compelled to take action to purposefully distinguish myself from my physical peers. In a way, I am sub-consciously separating myself from them because of how they have come to represent us as a whole: rudeness, arrogantness, laziness, carelessness, callouseness, and over-abundant stale and lifeless thinkers. I often wish that I was a part of the former generation; I personally believe that gray hair is sexy! I was always the one to tag, or at least try to, along with the older crowd, forshadowment of my future I guess.
BUT BACK TO THE LECTURE AT HAND...
I feel that my generation, with an acute emphasis on the latter portion, relies HEAVILY on the technological advances that has been previously been handed to them prior to their existence. I believe. in a way, the previous generation, which I fond over, dealt this hand currently in play. This has created an environment that is hypotonic to both a thirsty mind and heart. I usually say that I have no fear in my soul, besides that of GOD(different topic entirely), but that is a repeated lie. My fear is that my generation will eventually spell the end of a thriving earthly species: the Homo Sapiens.
OF COURSE, MY GENERATION AS A WHOLE HAS A BURNING STIGMA TAGGING ALONG, STATING THAT WE WILL BE THE FIRST TO TAKE A STEP BACK AND REGRESS RATHER THAN PROGRESS.
That statement above is so frightening to even imagine that I feel compelled to take action to purposefully distinguish myself from my physical peers. In a way, I am sub-consciously separating myself from them because of how they have come to represent us as a whole: rudeness, arrogantness, laziness, carelessness, callouseness, and over-abundant stale and lifeless thinkers. I often wish that I was a part of the former generation; I personally believe that gray hair is sexy! I was always the one to tag, or at least try to, along with the older crowd, forshadowment of my future I guess.
BUT BACK TO THE LECTURE AT HAND...
I feel that my generation, with an acute emphasis on the latter portion, relies HEAVILY on the technological advances that has been previously been handed to them prior to their existence. I believe. in a way, the previous generation, which I fond over, dealt this hand currently in play. This has created an environment that is hypotonic to both a thirsty mind and heart. I usually say that I have no fear in my soul, besides that of GOD(different topic entirely), but that is a repeated lie. My fear is that my generation will eventually spell the end of a thriving earthly species: the Homo Sapiens.
Call 911? Maybe not, from a cell phone
http://www.cnn.com/2010/TECH/mobile/09/08/emergency.numbers/index.html
5 reasons he didn’t call you
http://yahoo.match.com/y/article.aspx?articleid=8793&TrackingID=526103&BannerID=690231
Monday, September 6, 2010
'Little Rock Nine' member Jefferson Thomas dead at 67
http://www.cnn.com/2010/US/09/06/obit.thomas.little.rock.9/index.html?hpt=T2
Boston police say 'vicious thugs' killed pizza delivery man
http://www.cnn.com/2010/CRIME/09/06/massachusetts.pizza.delivery.death/index.html?iref=NS1
Kidnapped girl reveals new details of her life as a 'domestic slave'
http://www.cnn.com/2010/WORLD/europe/09/06/austria.natascha.kampusch.autobiography/index.html?hpt=C2
Wow It Has Been A While, But I Will Try Anyway...........
I am now away furthering my educational significance in the world, one step at a time; Hence the title of this here blog.(Yeah, I am still in South Carolina in my mind, even though I am now back in VA.) I was forced to leave mi amor behind so for my education, the ONLY reason I even stayed home that long. He is LITERALLY the only person that I have thought twice about going out of state for a college education.
That being said, I must bite the pill and endure: "We shall overcome!"
I am sort of fighting off text lingo, terrible and SOOO not my style I am fully aware, but it has become increasingly difficult to cope without him. Not to mention our schedules are so otu of wack, with him always busy with school, his son(did I not mention that?), and his army life; and my life around classes, right now the greek play, clubs and organizations, and numerous other leadership roles, opportunities and pressures that come with this type of college.
I think the only REAL time that I was just pissy with him, and we have been dating for four months now(hell no we do not celebrate monthly aniversaries, too much to remember) was the LAST night that I was home. He left his phone at work so he was unable to reach me. But we had planned a night out with each other all week, he even called me earlier that day to make sure our plans were etched in stone. So, he felt that it would be rude to not show up just because he didn't have his cellular device, and yes I spelled it out and what. I am like this, and yes I chewed his ass out about this so everything that I tell you was told to him; if we have plans, fuck calling, just show up.
SO WHAT IF YOU COME "UNANNOUNCED?"
I was expecting you, as was everyone else in my household. Yes my mother loves him, so his showing up is a non-factor in the "who does he think he is?" department. So I was having panic attacks and what not, afraid for him, afraid for his son, afraid for his mother, all of that. He called once I got up here and explained his ass, which of course was still a little pissable. But all is well, he just has to kiss my ass, literally when he sees me in October.
I HAVE THE ASS A MAN WOULD FALL IN LOVE WITH, yes his words exactly.
Oh trust he will get a chance to do JUST that.
Anywho
So now I am a couple of states above him, doing my own little thing, not on the side of course; he has me stuck. Let my friends tell it anyway. I think that they are right, because this is SO not my usual self; they know just about everything about him that a friend should know, I prefer to be private so this is a HUGE step for me. I am just growing increasingly afraid of THAT possible outcome. This is becoming more and more new to me, that I am starting to lose the ground from beneath me. I am flying so high, and I don't want to come down. Not because it's scary to fall and have to start all over again, but because the possibility to have to start with someone that is NOT him is too hurtful to even attempt to comprehend......and so I stop.
That being said, I must bite the pill and endure: "We shall overcome!"
I am sort of fighting off text lingo, terrible and SOOO not my style I am fully aware, but it has become increasingly difficult to cope without him. Not to mention our schedules are so otu of wack, with him always busy with school, his son(did I not mention that?), and his army life; and my life around classes, right now the greek play, clubs and organizations, and numerous other leadership roles, opportunities and pressures that come with this type of college.
I think the only REAL time that I was just pissy with him, and we have been dating for four months now(hell no we do not celebrate monthly aniversaries, too much to remember) was the LAST night that I was home. He left his phone at work so he was unable to reach me. But we had planned a night out with each other all week, he even called me earlier that day to make sure our plans were etched in stone. So, he felt that it would be rude to not show up just because he didn't have his cellular device, and yes I spelled it out and what. I am like this, and yes I chewed his ass out about this so everything that I tell you was told to him; if we have plans, fuck calling, just show up.
SO WHAT IF YOU COME "UNANNOUNCED?"
I was expecting you, as was everyone else in my household. Yes my mother loves him, so his showing up is a non-factor in the "who does he think he is?" department. So I was having panic attacks and what not, afraid for him, afraid for his son, afraid for his mother, all of that. He called once I got up here and explained his ass, which of course was still a little pissable. But all is well, he just has to kiss my ass, literally when he sees me in October.
I HAVE THE ASS A MAN WOULD FALL IN LOVE WITH, yes his words exactly.
Oh trust he will get a chance to do JUST that.
Anywho
So now I am a couple of states above him, doing my own little thing, not on the side of course; he has me stuck. Let my friends tell it anyway. I think that they are right, because this is SO not my usual self; they know just about everything about him that a friend should know, I prefer to be private so this is a HUGE step for me. I am just growing increasingly afraid of THAT possible outcome. This is becoming more and more new to me, that I am starting to lose the ground from beneath me. I am flying so high, and I don't want to come down. Not because it's scary to fall and have to start all over again, but because the possibility to have to start with someone that is NOT him is too hurtful to even attempt to comprehend......and so I stop.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
YouTube - Mary J. Blige - No More Drama
YouTube - Mary J. Blige - No More Drama
Such a wonderful inspiration in my life, young and restless so long ago, and old and reserved presently.
Such a wonderful inspiration in my life, young and restless so long ago, and old and reserved presently.
Monday, August 23, 2010
YouTube - Musiq - Just Friends (Sunny)
YouTube - Musiq - Just Friends (Sunny)
With te clothes that he used to wear, I think Musiq was a straight of "G"
With te clothes that he used to wear, I think Musiq was a straight of "G"
YouTube - Musiq - Dontchange
YouTube - Musiq - Dontchange
Musiqsoulchild is my husband, how about that
Musiqsoulchild is my husband, how about that
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Friday, August 13, 2010
Terrell Brown may be the largest football player you've ever seen - Dr. Saturday - NCAAF - Yahoo! Sports
Terrell Brown may be the largest football player you've ever seen - Dr. Saturday - NCAAF - Yahoo! Sports
A WRITTEN BLOG FROM MYSELF IS COMING SOON.............sloth has become me, I am WELL aware
A WRITTEN BLOG FROM MYSELF IS COMING SOON.............sloth has become me, I am WELL aware
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Friday, August 6, 2010
This Is Something Else
OK, this is getting insane, EVEN FOR MYSELF. I mean, this is something that I have ALWAYS dreamed about, and longed for with every fiber of my very being. Now that I have it, and to ACTUALLY have it grow and blossom into something unimaginably beautiful every passing second, is more than I could ever in my wildest dreams come up with.
I AM OUT OF MY MIND.
I am not fully sold on this thing, as I feel that being sold completely can only be achieved when your mind is COMPLETELY made up, but have mercy I am close to it. I think that I would just love to ramble on this one. I'm pretty sure that you don't mind if I do that. Shit, this is a blog, and all blogs are ramblings about nothing anyway. Sue me.
CRAZY DOESN'T BEGIN TO DESCRIBE HOW I FEEL RIGHT NOW.
My mind and heart are on one accord right about now, and has been longer than I have realized. I think that's the wildest thing about this ENTIRE ordeal thus far: My heart knew what my mind failed to initially recognize. This, to me, is VERY unusual, because my brain is the practical one that saves my heart from potential danger. Not this time.
MY HEART HAS LED MY MIND TO THE PROMISED-LAND OF LOVE.
This feeling has left me bare, naked, vulnerable, lifeless, doubtful, hopeless, visibly shaken, disturbed, defeated, torn, internally wounded, and dangerously near death's door. It has also left me whole, complete, full of life, hopeful, secure, comfortable, confident, smiling from ear to ear, complete, and with the thought that heaven is the limit to where I could end up. This is such a wonderful experience that no matter the outcome, I will forever cherish these feelings. I will harvest this emotional roller-coaster that has filled me with thrill and excitement for the next time around, if this does not last.
I AM CRAZY OVER YOU.
You know who you are, and that feels great to say. When there is only ONE clear-cut person in your life, and that person holds you in the same regards, it is such an extraordinary thing to behold. You begin to think about your future, your present, and the past just does not matter. Why is that the case??? Is it that we want to be blind to what our significant other has gone through in there past sexual endeavors, or is it that no matter what there is nothing that they can say that would deter you from your decision to choose them.
NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS, I JUST WANT YOU.
I am at a point where that shade is being closed, but of course that is not to occur until I choose to give myself away in the hopes that my person will have me. I love that. You are willing to give yourself to another person, not FULLY knowing if that person will give themselves in return, let alone take you for all that you have. Although a VERY hideous thought this is, when it comes down to it I would not have it any other way. Although we have a LONG way to go, the intimate moments that we share now will forever be stored. Not because I will not ever get over you if we do part, but because beauty should NEVER be forgotten. I just hope that I will always have this with me; by this I mean YOU.
DAMN THIS IS SOMETHING ELSE!!!
I am not going out of my mind, because my mind was never leading, as it should never be leading. Not with something that is natural anyway; I was taught that fact, and hold that piece of advice closely to this day. It's unthinkable when you miss moments where you are not fucking, excuse me "sexing," but where you are just staring into each others' eyes, or , if you're me, laying on their chest; trying to match breaths; falling asleep in each others' arms; holding each other like we would somehow die if we were to EVER let go; talking for long hours without ever wishing time would fly by faster; wanting time to just stop so you can get in as much quality time in as humanly possible; discussing what is both near and dear to your heart; stating over and over again how much you cherish this person as if they were on their dying bed; dreading the time where you must part like you will never see them again; listening to songs and finding yourself wanting to cry because it cuts to the very core how much you love and/or miss your person. I found myself about to literally cry while halfheartedly listening to Come Close by the rapper legend Common Sense featuring the queen of hip-hop soul Mary J. Blige---yes I am a fan of music---and it caught be by COMPLETE surprise. The song is not about a man rapping to a woman that they should get married or have children, but it is about a man telling his woman that "we have love, trust, respect, and a mutual understanding that this thing will not be easy, but if as long as I have you close by my side, I feel that the ride will be perfect." I had to put the song on, DAMN it has me again. I always loved this song, and prayed that I would find my person who would fit this description. Ha!, I guess I was looking for my picture-bearing guy(Common's lady was deaf in the video, so he used pictures on large cardboards from the front yard to convey the message to her, and eventually proposed in that very conversation). I am SUCH a hopeless romantic; It's the LIBRA in me.
I AM OUT OF MY MIND.
I am not fully sold on this thing, as I feel that being sold completely can only be achieved when your mind is COMPLETELY made up, but have mercy I am close to it. I think that I would just love to ramble on this one. I'm pretty sure that you don't mind if I do that. Shit, this is a blog, and all blogs are ramblings about nothing anyway. Sue me.
CRAZY DOESN'T BEGIN TO DESCRIBE HOW I FEEL RIGHT NOW.
My mind and heart are on one accord right about now, and has been longer than I have realized. I think that's the wildest thing about this ENTIRE ordeal thus far: My heart knew what my mind failed to initially recognize. This, to me, is VERY unusual, because my brain is the practical one that saves my heart from potential danger. Not this time.
MY HEART HAS LED MY MIND TO THE PROMISED-LAND OF LOVE.
This feeling has left me bare, naked, vulnerable, lifeless, doubtful, hopeless, visibly shaken, disturbed, defeated, torn, internally wounded, and dangerously near death's door. It has also left me whole, complete, full of life, hopeful, secure, comfortable, confident, smiling from ear to ear, complete, and with the thought that heaven is the limit to where I could end up. This is such a wonderful experience that no matter the outcome, I will forever cherish these feelings. I will harvest this emotional roller-coaster that has filled me with thrill and excitement for the next time around, if this does not last.
I AM CRAZY OVER YOU.
You know who you are, and that feels great to say. When there is only ONE clear-cut person in your life, and that person holds you in the same regards, it is such an extraordinary thing to behold. You begin to think about your future, your present, and the past just does not matter. Why is that the case??? Is it that we want to be blind to what our significant other has gone through in there past sexual endeavors, or is it that no matter what there is nothing that they can say that would deter you from your decision to choose them.
NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS, I JUST WANT YOU.
I am at a point where that shade is being closed, but of course that is not to occur until I choose to give myself away in the hopes that my person will have me. I love that. You are willing to give yourself to another person, not FULLY knowing if that person will give themselves in return, let alone take you for all that you have. Although a VERY hideous thought this is, when it comes down to it I would not have it any other way. Although we have a LONG way to go, the intimate moments that we share now will forever be stored. Not because I will not ever get over you if we do part, but because beauty should NEVER be forgotten. I just hope that I will always have this with me; by this I mean YOU.
DAMN THIS IS SOMETHING ELSE!!!
I am not going out of my mind, because my mind was never leading, as it should never be leading. Not with something that is natural anyway; I was taught that fact, and hold that piece of advice closely to this day. It's unthinkable when you miss moments where you are not fucking, excuse me "sexing," but where you are just staring into each others' eyes, or , if you're me, laying on their chest; trying to match breaths; falling asleep in each others' arms; holding each other like we would somehow die if we were to EVER let go; talking for long hours without ever wishing time would fly by faster; wanting time to just stop so you can get in as much quality time in as humanly possible; discussing what is both near and dear to your heart; stating over and over again how much you cherish this person as if they were on their dying bed; dreading the time where you must part like you will never see them again; listening to songs and finding yourself wanting to cry because it cuts to the very core how much you love and/or miss your person. I found myself about to literally cry while halfheartedly listening to Come Close by the rapper legend Common Sense featuring the queen of hip-hop soul Mary J. Blige---yes I am a fan of music---and it caught be by COMPLETE surprise. The song is not about a man rapping to a woman that they should get married or have children, but it is about a man telling his woman that "we have love, trust, respect, and a mutual understanding that this thing will not be easy, but if as long as I have you close by my side, I feel that the ride will be perfect." I had to put the song on, DAMN it has me again. I always loved this song, and prayed that I would find my person who would fit this description. Ha!, I guess I was looking for my picture-bearing guy(Common's lady was deaf in the video, so he used pictures on large cardboards from the front yard to convey the message to her, and eventually proposed in that very conversation). I am SUCH a hopeless romantic; It's the LIBRA in me.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Comfort Food
When someone is missing in your life, physically, many things change for you. You begin to change and morph the way that you views things, or even the way that you feel about certain things. (Of course, one step at a time.) Certain conversations and time spent together grow as your personal way of getting through the time that you are apart from te amo.
Not only does your mind begin to embark upon a particular metamorphosis, but your physical attachments begin to search for something else to latch onto. It can be a present, a place, a food, a drink, or even a shared thought. My guy has been gone physically from my life ever since the beginning of the month to the opposite side of the country for the military. I have manifested yearning for the tunes of a favorite of his. I did not grow attached to a present or anything of that nature. No, I have grown attached to his favorite song.
This song has inadvertently become my comfort food when I am missing him; which is, consequently, every second of every day.
This song has become the pillow that one would cling to for the slightest of resemblance of their love. We have not grown that intimate physically, so I am under the impression that the pillow is not what I long for because of that reason. I prefer it this way though. My guy is QUITE old-fashioned, and I have grown to love that about him. This "taking it REALLY slow" thing has worked wondrously in our favor as far as the love and understanding being harvested is concerned.
The song is not even a love song; well, not in the traditional sense. Jay-Z's song "History" is about his love and affection for victory, and how he and victory would be able to combine to make history, hence the title of the track.
I feel that by this song being what I link myself to is a subconscious signal that this could very well be VERY real. Maybe I am loving this guy, who knows........
As of now, Comfort Food is all I have. Honestly though, this has not been too bad, for I am certain that what I have grown to long for from him---his voice, his touch, his grip, his grasp, his yearn, his mind, etc.---will bring US closer.
Like, KISSING close ha!
Not only does your mind begin to embark upon a particular metamorphosis, but your physical attachments begin to search for something else to latch onto. It can be a present, a place, a food, a drink, or even a shared thought. My guy has been gone physically from my life ever since the beginning of the month to the opposite side of the country for the military. I have manifested yearning for the tunes of a favorite of his. I did not grow attached to a present or anything of that nature. No, I have grown attached to his favorite song.
This song has inadvertently become my comfort food when I am missing him; which is, consequently, every second of every day.
This song has become the pillow that one would cling to for the slightest of resemblance of their love. We have not grown that intimate physically, so I am under the impression that the pillow is not what I long for because of that reason. I prefer it this way though. My guy is QUITE old-fashioned, and I have grown to love that about him. This "taking it REALLY slow" thing has worked wondrously in our favor as far as the love and understanding being harvested is concerned.
The song is not even a love song; well, not in the traditional sense. Jay-Z's song "History" is about his love and affection for victory, and how he and victory would be able to combine to make history, hence the title of the track.
I feel that by this song being what I link myself to is a subconscious signal that this could very well be VERY real. Maybe I am loving this guy, who knows........
As of now, Comfort Food is all I have. Honestly though, this has not been too bad, for I am certain that what I have grown to long for from him---his voice, his touch, his grip, his grasp, his yearn, his mind, etc.---will bring US closer.
Like, KISSING close ha!
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Pure Sensuality
As I enter the living quarters that is your domain, I think to myself, "This is where I want to be." You lead me, not to your bedroom, but to your kitchen. You proceed to feed my cannibalistic need for nourishment. The way you fed me did not suggest a nightcap of sexual fantasies being realized between two beings who's frustration for lust is mounting with every passing second; but, instead, suggested you want to cater to my mental and social capacity.
I must admit this is EVEN more of a turn-on.
Of course I would not tell you this, for I am rather curious as to how in-tuned you actually are with my inner-desires. So I sit back and watch as you swirl our shared fork in the spaghetti noodles and home-made tomato sauce that you created RIGHT in front of me, wondering what your next move will be. Then it hits me: This man is after ME, not my goodies. Once this is realized I could not help but flash this huge grin, which in turn made you smile as well. Yes, yes you can go ahead and smile. The job that you have been interviewing for your entire life is FINALLY yours for the taking. After feeding me, you leads me, not to your bedroom, but to your den for a movie. Surprise Surprise!!!
A chick flick!!!
What the hell now! You know that I love Horror flicks. But, then again, that is a mechanism of mine to get closer to a guy. (Yes I let him know this, sue me! This was a great move on his part, for now he will see my in my natural habitat; comedic affect.) The entire time during the movie you were warm. During the romantic parts, you would whisper into my ear, "you know, I don't think he feels for her half of what I feel for you," or, "how in the hell can a woman without the mind, and body, of yours BE the lead role in a quick-witted, daring role?" (Between the comments he would rub his nose on my cheek, before biting it. Once the movie was over, he cut the television off and just stared at me.)
Now, me being naturally shy with attention, asked you what it is that you were staring at. You gently brushed my cheek and said, "I think I just found what the culprit is that has left a void in my heart." I gushed, no lie! You moved in closer, and took my left hand into his big, strong, masculine hands, gave it a kiss. Then you looked up into my eyes, kissed my forehead, and pulled me onto your chest. You spoke about how you cannot help but see us together in the future, and expressing how you had hoped that I would feel the same way; which I do. You made sure your talk was not scaring me away. Stroking my arm ever so gently. Running your fingers through my hair---YES HE IS PRIVILEGED---massaging my scalp like Teacake did Janie Mae in Their Eyes Were Watching God after that intimate sex scene. We sat up, and starting kissing. You ever-so sweetly graced my face with your lips before giving me spine-tingling touches on my neck---no hickie thank GOD---while running your fingers from up and down my back in benign strokes full of ecstasy. Making it back up to my face, you rested your head onto mine, and just stared into my eyes for a spell.
All of a sudden you began to cry. The feelings that were oozed from the both of us became overwhelming, so I began to cry as well. I was thinking to my self how scary these feelings have become. As soon as I began to voice my thoughts to you, you spoke the very words that I had felt. From that moment on, I knew............
For the rest of the night we were inseparable. (Our hands would have gone dead and fallen off and it would not matter to us.) Nothing else was said, for our hearts were one beat, and our love was the drum.
I must admit this is EVEN more of a turn-on.
Of course I would not tell you this, for I am rather curious as to how in-tuned you actually are with my inner-desires. So I sit back and watch as you swirl our shared fork in the spaghetti noodles and home-made tomato sauce that you created RIGHT in front of me, wondering what your next move will be. Then it hits me: This man is after ME, not my goodies. Once this is realized I could not help but flash this huge grin, which in turn made you smile as well. Yes, yes you can go ahead and smile. The job that you have been interviewing for your entire life is FINALLY yours for the taking. After feeding me, you leads me, not to your bedroom, but to your den for a movie. Surprise Surprise!!!
A chick flick!!!
What the hell now! You know that I love Horror flicks. But, then again, that is a mechanism of mine to get closer to a guy. (Yes I let him know this, sue me! This was a great move on his part, for now he will see my in my natural habitat; comedic affect.) The entire time during the movie you were warm. During the romantic parts, you would whisper into my ear, "you know, I don't think he feels for her half of what I feel for you," or, "how in the hell can a woman without the mind, and body, of yours BE the lead role in a quick-witted, daring role?" (Between the comments he would rub his nose on my cheek, before biting it. Once the movie was over, he cut the television off and just stared at me.)
Now, me being naturally shy with attention, asked you what it is that you were staring at. You gently brushed my cheek and said, "I think I just found what the culprit is that has left a void in my heart." I gushed, no lie! You moved in closer, and took my left hand into his big, strong, masculine hands, gave it a kiss. Then you looked up into my eyes, kissed my forehead, and pulled me onto your chest. You spoke about how you cannot help but see us together in the future, and expressing how you had hoped that I would feel the same way; which I do. You made sure your talk was not scaring me away. Stroking my arm ever so gently. Running your fingers through my hair---YES HE IS PRIVILEGED---massaging my scalp like Teacake did Janie Mae in Their Eyes Were Watching God after that intimate sex scene. We sat up, and starting kissing. You ever-so sweetly graced my face with your lips before giving me spine-tingling touches on my neck---no hickie thank GOD---while running your fingers from up and down my back in benign strokes full of ecstasy. Making it back up to my face, you rested your head onto mine, and just stared into my eyes for a spell.
All of a sudden you began to cry. The feelings that were oozed from the both of us became overwhelming, so I began to cry as well. I was thinking to my self how scary these feelings have become. As soon as I began to voice my thoughts to you, you spoke the very words that I had felt. From that moment on, I knew............
For the rest of the night we were inseparable. (Our hands would have gone dead and fallen off and it would not matter to us.) Nothing else was said, for our hearts were one beat, and our love was the drum.
Monday, July 26, 2010
Saturday, July 24, 2010
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Thursday, July 22, 2010
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Shirley Sherrod an innocent bystander on never-ending race highway - CNN.com
Shirley Sherrod an innocent bystander on never-ending race highway - CNN.com
Racial Profiling is the way of the States must be................fuck this, next blog topic
Racial Profiling is the way of the States must be................fuck this, next blog topic
Monday, July 19, 2010
Proper Response Syndrome
I am a person who is quite witty. I am not saying this being it is a personal observation: I am re-iterating this statement made by educators, family, and peers alike.
That being said, I am a person who has been so wrongfully labeled "sarcastic."
Now, I personally believe that this label is rather harsh, and, quite frankly, down-right cruel!
That is why I have devised a new form of terminology when referring to a quick-witted person entitled: Proper Response Syndrome.
How can you blame someone for calling you out, when all you want is for people to be honest with you. Make up your mind. Do it quickly, because I do not hesitate.
Let me elaborate.
Someone who is not the sharpest nail in the coffin has been labeled slow, or half-witted. This is an inaccurate label. Try Inadequacy Syndrome.
Someone who is a mute: Scared Shitless Syndrome.
Someone who has trouble remembering things. Not Alzheimer's: Brain Fart Syndrome.
The list goes on my com padres. The point that I am making is that for one person to get dubbed a label that represents a hideous meaning is no fair to the occupant of the title. I am well aware that we the people make the labels what they are; case and point the word "gay." Although VERY true, that fact still remains that labels are a sense of cruel and unusual punishment that has been a mechanism levied by mankind to suppress their fellow brothers.
I personally believe that once the lesson is learned, we will all live better.
Hell, Proper Response Syndrome is what we all need. It reminds you of what it is: The Real.
Call it rambling, I don't give a fuck. I just love it this way.
Take it or Leave it. But don't sleep with it, because you have to wake up to it in the morning. Do you really want to see ugliness in the flesh?
I take that back; for if you are a label-er, than you do, EVERY TIME you look into a reflective device.
That being said, I am a person who has been so wrongfully labeled "sarcastic."
Now, I personally believe that this label is rather harsh, and, quite frankly, down-right cruel!
That is why I have devised a new form of terminology when referring to a quick-witted person entitled: Proper Response Syndrome.
How can you blame someone for calling you out, when all you want is for people to be honest with you. Make up your mind. Do it quickly, because I do not hesitate.
Let me elaborate.
Someone who is not the sharpest nail in the coffin has been labeled slow, or half-witted. This is an inaccurate label. Try Inadequacy Syndrome.
Someone who is a mute: Scared Shitless Syndrome.
Someone who has trouble remembering things. Not Alzheimer's: Brain Fart Syndrome.
The list goes on my com padres. The point that I am making is that for one person to get dubbed a label that represents a hideous meaning is no fair to the occupant of the title. I am well aware that we the people make the labels what they are; case and point the word "gay." Although VERY true, that fact still remains that labels are a sense of cruel and unusual punishment that has been a mechanism levied by mankind to suppress their fellow brothers.
I personally believe that once the lesson is learned, we will all live better.
Hell, Proper Response Syndrome is what we all need. It reminds you of what it is: The Real.
Call it rambling, I don't give a fuck. I just love it this way.
Take it or Leave it. But don't sleep with it, because you have to wake up to it in the morning. Do you really want to see ugliness in the flesh?
I take that back; for if you are a label-er, than you do, EVERY TIME you look into a reflective device.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Treating HIV also prevents its spread, study finds - Yahoo! News
Treating HIV also prevents its spread, study finds - Yahoo! News
maybe CANADA will make that change to the woman in the mirror...............maybe
maybe CANADA will make that change to the woman in the mirror...............maybe
Friday, July 16, 2010
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NAS2b2mIJzE<-------------------EASILY MY FAVORITE SONG from Trey Songz
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
European nudes and American prudes - CNN.com
European nudes and American prudes - CNN.com
Just imagine if the church back in the 16th century allowed this to occur. America would not be against this. Great thought in getting back to Eden.
Just imagine if the church back in the 16th century allowed this to occur. America would not be against this. Great thought in getting back to Eden.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Lady Gaga
I think that this is the new phrase for something outrageous. I LOVE LADY GAGA, mother monster, so this is not in any way a bashing of her name. I just feel that she has invented an iconic persona that deserves to be praised with some type of recognition; and I do NOT mean the bullshit that she is catching these days.
ANYWHO
What I wanted to blog about was her originally, but I thought why not just entitle my true beef with her performance alter-ego; She deserves it. I have a beef with racism, as everyone should. However, my fuel has come from the recent explosion of viral feuding between the NAACP and the American Tea Party. I will choose not to refer to names, for this blog is for the general sense of the attitude that is racism. I refer to it as an attitude because racism is taught, or rather something that you catch onto from being influenced by outside forces. Henceforth, this attitude can easily be adjusted by proper guidance and showmanship.
ANYWHO
With this situation being in mere existence shines a MASSIVE light on the way that the United States is being ran. Upon entering the country, you are asked you SPECIFIC nationality. You are surveyed for the record books. The census requires a certain "type" to be expressed. Millions of hate groups and crimes committed every year(and do not say that crimes are not in the millions, for you have NO FUCKING IDEA if they go without being reported). It is time to stop creating categories and start being collective. I mean SHIT! The collective bargaining and checks and balances systems are for the economy, not for the subjects who UPHOLD the government.
DO WE NEED A REVOLUTION???
How can you be the self-proclaimed "land of the free, home of the brave," when even your sexuality has to be hidden from your superiors in the army???
WHAT THE FUCK?
I am an Jamaican American, with Native American and Polish descendants filling out the other contributing 50 per cent of me. My father is of the island, and my mother is a mixture of Black, Native and Polish blood. Now tell me.............
DID THAT BIT OF INFORMATION MAKE YOU THINK TWICE ABOUT ME???
Does my nationality make you wonder what else? Does it change your perspective on life? Has that bit of information have consequences on your life, or overall well-being???
FUCK NO, I WON'T TELL
We should all adopt the "don't ask, don't tell" method and twist it to resemble what is REALLY the issue: Why does my race matter?
I honestly do not see why it does. Sidenote though:
WOULDN'T YOU AGREE THAT BECAUSE THERE IS SUCH A HEAVY EMPHASIS ON RACE IN THIS COUNTRY, THE RACISM IS STAYING ALIVE???
Take away the reason, and there will not be a potential problem.
ANYWHO
What I wanted to blog about was her originally, but I thought why not just entitle my true beef with her performance alter-ego; She deserves it. I have a beef with racism, as everyone should. However, my fuel has come from the recent explosion of viral feuding between the NAACP and the American Tea Party. I will choose not to refer to names, for this blog is for the general sense of the attitude that is racism. I refer to it as an attitude because racism is taught, or rather something that you catch onto from being influenced by outside forces. Henceforth, this attitude can easily be adjusted by proper guidance and showmanship.
ANYWHO
With this situation being in mere existence shines a MASSIVE light on the way that the United States is being ran. Upon entering the country, you are asked you SPECIFIC nationality. You are surveyed for the record books. The census requires a certain "type" to be expressed. Millions of hate groups and crimes committed every year(and do not say that crimes are not in the millions, for you have NO FUCKING IDEA if they go without being reported). It is time to stop creating categories and start being collective. I mean SHIT! The collective bargaining and checks and balances systems are for the economy, not for the subjects who UPHOLD the government.
DO WE NEED A REVOLUTION???
How can you be the self-proclaimed "land of the free, home of the brave," when even your sexuality has to be hidden from your superiors in the army???
WHAT THE FUCK?
I am an Jamaican American, with Native American and Polish descendants filling out the other contributing 50 per cent of me. My father is of the island, and my mother is a mixture of Black, Native and Polish blood. Now tell me.............
DID THAT BIT OF INFORMATION MAKE YOU THINK TWICE ABOUT ME???
Does my nationality make you wonder what else? Does it change your perspective on life? Has that bit of information have consequences on your life, or overall well-being???
FUCK NO, I WON'T TELL
We should all adopt the "don't ask, don't tell" method and twist it to resemble what is REALLY the issue: Why does my race matter?
I honestly do not see why it does. Sidenote though:
WOULDN'T YOU AGREE THAT BECAUSE THERE IS SUCH A HEAVY EMPHASIS ON RACE IN THIS COUNTRY, THE RACISM IS STAYING ALIVE???
Take away the reason, and there will not be a potential problem.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Cigarette Time
This blog is for the sex, and sex only.
The sensual and pleasurably spine-tingling touches, and the smack my ass grab my hair and rule me moves. This is where the panties were dropped an hour ago.
The mood is ripe for the picking, and the feelings are overdue. Twist your body to match the shrewdness of your mind. Polish your saddle to perfection. Make it the perfect grip for your every twist and turn imaginable, whether you decide to move that way or not. Once the saddle is readied, you hop on, glued into place from initial sticking. Polishing the saddle created the perfect opportunity for a ride to be had. Not just a puny little test drive, but a 200 mile an hour rush from New Hampshire to the Key West; Nonstop. Make sure you fill up where necessary, for this ride will be too good to take unnecessary breaks. Turn off your cell phone, your palm pilot, your GPS navigation system, and your radio blasting, for the neighbors will know his(or her) name ;P.
While on this ride you want to have both hands bleeding while gripping the wheel; yes this vehicle(no car can do this alone) has two steering wheels! Each turn will be stiff, so the tighter the grip the better. The gear you should be in is 7; yes this vehicle is a special brand, and its name is anything you choose it to be. The seat, just as the saddle, should perfectly cradle your every desired movement, especially when you decide to shift and try a new direction.
Make sure the music is set to a playlist that will make every feeling last a lifetime of a second, and able to pull at the very fibers of your loins. The overall theme of the ride should rock the boat of your entire experience. And should have 12 types of plays to choose from. 6 for your partner, and 6 for yourself; both of you should have it your way.
Once in the south your ride should get a bit wilder, as the road gains in width. The saddle will be able to rocker faster, harder, smoother, tastily rattling your innerbeings to perfection. This feeling should last until the end of your trip, for the juices should be reproducing enough fuel to last for a session of loving each other long time.
The soundtrack of the south is fast and precise. Get your Gatorade for, and prepare to ride the jeep into the sunset, for the afternoon is done. This is the part where handling what each other has to offer is in full affect.
Trash-talking, squeezing, gripping, smacking, grabbing, and slinging is a must, as the stamina of a magnum lifestyle begins to toot it's horn. You gurgle and snarl, drool and moan, shriek and squeal, all types of freaky shit. All the things you've wanted to do is coming out, a.k.a your little freak. But make sure some pace is put on it, for the slow winding is the best part of the party.
Once in Florida your destination is vastly upon you. You're still in love with the fact that your partner is still going in strong, so you're returning the favor, and it seems like you're both ready for this. The Key West!
You just proved that you can do it anywhere, and collapsed in each others' must. Once the composure is regained, the honey comes out for some of its own personal love and TLC. Your partner looks over to you as you squeeze the sugary sweet goddess on his/her stomach with a glance saying "you read my mind."
The sensual and pleasurably spine-tingling touches, and the smack my ass grab my hair and rule me moves. This is where the panties were dropped an hour ago.
The mood is ripe for the picking, and the feelings are overdue. Twist your body to match the shrewdness of your mind. Polish your saddle to perfection. Make it the perfect grip for your every twist and turn imaginable, whether you decide to move that way or not. Once the saddle is readied, you hop on, glued into place from initial sticking. Polishing the saddle created the perfect opportunity for a ride to be had. Not just a puny little test drive, but a 200 mile an hour rush from New Hampshire to the Key West; Nonstop. Make sure you fill up where necessary, for this ride will be too good to take unnecessary breaks. Turn off your cell phone, your palm pilot, your GPS navigation system, and your radio blasting, for the neighbors will know his(or her) name ;P.
While on this ride you want to have both hands bleeding while gripping the wheel; yes this vehicle(no car can do this alone) has two steering wheels! Each turn will be stiff, so the tighter the grip the better. The gear you should be in is 7; yes this vehicle is a special brand, and its name is anything you choose it to be. The seat, just as the saddle, should perfectly cradle your every desired movement, especially when you decide to shift and try a new direction.
Make sure the music is set to a playlist that will make every feeling last a lifetime of a second, and able to pull at the very fibers of your loins. The overall theme of the ride should rock the boat of your entire experience. And should have 12 types of plays to choose from. 6 for your partner, and 6 for yourself; both of you should have it your way.
Once in the south your ride should get a bit wilder, as the road gains in width. The saddle will be able to rocker faster, harder, smoother, tastily rattling your innerbeings to perfection. This feeling should last until the end of your trip, for the juices should be reproducing enough fuel to last for a session of loving each other long time.
The soundtrack of the south is fast and precise. Get your Gatorade for, and prepare to ride the jeep into the sunset, for the afternoon is done. This is the part where handling what each other has to offer is in full affect.
Trash-talking, squeezing, gripping, smacking, grabbing, and slinging is a must, as the stamina of a magnum lifestyle begins to toot it's horn. You gurgle and snarl, drool and moan, shriek and squeal, all types of freaky shit. All the things you've wanted to do is coming out, a.k.a your little freak. But make sure some pace is put on it, for the slow winding is the best part of the party.
Once in Florida your destination is vastly upon you. You're still in love with the fact that your partner is still going in strong, so you're returning the favor, and it seems like you're both ready for this. The Key West!
You just proved that you can do it anywhere, and collapsed in each others' must. Once the composure is regained, the honey comes out for some of its own personal love and TLC. Your partner looks over to you as you squeeze the sugary sweet goddess on his/her stomach with a glance saying "you read my mind."
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Give Him A Break
I am a avid sports fan: YOU HAVE NO IDEA. So of course I am paying close attention to the buzz that is surrounding Lebron James' decision to leave his hometown and state in Ohio, and go to Miami.
WHAT THIS GUY IS CATCHING IS PAST HELL.
I completely agree with the suggestion that his ego is massive; although, his ego was not built by his own doing. Upon his arrival into the NBA, the entire state of Ohio was always telling him to do this and do that, how to behave and how to carry himself. He was in a sense fed the ego he now possesses.
WHAT WOULD YOU EXPECT???
He was carrying the weight of an entire city's history of sporting heartache on his back. He had to become someone who would protect the Cleveland brand, the Cleveland heart, and the Cleveland integrity.
IT WAS NO LONGER FUN.
With all of that pressure, James was forced into the role as the face of a sporting town that began to depend TOO heavily on a kid from Akron, Ohio. Once the pressure mounted, James was no longer happy. For your best athlete since Jim Brown to not be happy in his own town is not a healthy situation. I personally feel that James would not stay for his entire career, whether his departure would come now, or 6 years down the road.
THIS IS A GOOD THING.
Now that Lebron James has escaped his captures, and found free soil, he is happy. He did not have anything in Cleveland to make him happy. My apologies, Cavs fans, but your love is not enough, as it never was. If the situation is not right, then it has to change. I feel that the fans should be angrier with the head office than James, for he never possessed an adequate enough supporting cast. Sure, they all had talent, but talent is not good if it all does not mix well. It has been plenty of instances where his teammates did not produce, and, grant it I would not give up, Lebron felt let down. He seems to be a player that shows his disgust, stemming from how much hype that was bestowed upon him ever since high school.
HE DID NOT GIVE UP.
In the game 6 of the 2009 Eastern Conference Finals, Lebron lead almost all statistics, and was close to a triple double. Yet the owner says he gave up. I find that a childish way to handle you anger toward someone you did not help. At the end of that game, when he finally spoke to reporters, James demanded a better cast. The organization went out and acquired the services of Shaquille O'Neal; an increasingly over-weight aging player who has not been a strong force in over 3 years. "Shaq," as he is so affectionately known, was not a what the "King" needed to when a championship. The Cavs organization frequently hindered their star player by passing up on the likes of Amar'e Stoudamire, Christopher Jefferson, Ray Allen, Jason Kidd, and was even able to still Dirk Nowitzki at multiple times. The organization is the one who pushed away their "beloved golden child," not the ego of the superstar. The organization gave him this "ego" and allowed him to run wild with it.
Now that he has what you have always wanted him to have, and he has put it to proper use, you complain.
Cleveland's fan base is selfish.
WHAT THIS GUY IS CATCHING IS PAST HELL.
I completely agree with the suggestion that his ego is massive; although, his ego was not built by his own doing. Upon his arrival into the NBA, the entire state of Ohio was always telling him to do this and do that, how to behave and how to carry himself. He was in a sense fed the ego he now possesses.
WHAT WOULD YOU EXPECT???
He was carrying the weight of an entire city's history of sporting heartache on his back. He had to become someone who would protect the Cleveland brand, the Cleveland heart, and the Cleveland integrity.
IT WAS NO LONGER FUN.
With all of that pressure, James was forced into the role as the face of a sporting town that began to depend TOO heavily on a kid from Akron, Ohio. Once the pressure mounted, James was no longer happy. For your best athlete since Jim Brown to not be happy in his own town is not a healthy situation. I personally feel that James would not stay for his entire career, whether his departure would come now, or 6 years down the road.
THIS IS A GOOD THING.
Now that Lebron James has escaped his captures, and found free soil, he is happy. He did not have anything in Cleveland to make him happy. My apologies, Cavs fans, but your love is not enough, as it never was. If the situation is not right, then it has to change. I feel that the fans should be angrier with the head office than James, for he never possessed an adequate enough supporting cast. Sure, they all had talent, but talent is not good if it all does not mix well. It has been plenty of instances where his teammates did not produce, and, grant it I would not give up, Lebron felt let down. He seems to be a player that shows his disgust, stemming from how much hype that was bestowed upon him ever since high school.
HE DID NOT GIVE UP.
In the game 6 of the 2009 Eastern Conference Finals, Lebron lead almost all statistics, and was close to a triple double. Yet the owner says he gave up. I find that a childish way to handle you anger toward someone you did not help. At the end of that game, when he finally spoke to reporters, James demanded a better cast. The organization went out and acquired the services of Shaquille O'Neal; an increasingly over-weight aging player who has not been a strong force in over 3 years. "Shaq," as he is so affectionately known, was not a what the "King" needed to when a championship. The Cavs organization frequently hindered their star player by passing up on the likes of Amar'e Stoudamire, Christopher Jefferson, Ray Allen, Jason Kidd, and was even able to still Dirk Nowitzki at multiple times. The organization is the one who pushed away their "beloved golden child," not the ego of the superstar. The organization gave him this "ego" and allowed him to run wild with it.
Now that he has what you have always wanted him to have, and he has put it to proper use, you complain.
Cleveland's fan base is selfish.
Friday, July 9, 2010
Glad That's Over
From the title, I am pretty sure that you all are assuming that my love life is in a stand-still: You are wrong.
What is meant by the title is that the infactuation part of this entire process, and please feel free to say that I am wrong for using the word "process," is pretty much over. Not that I did not love that time period, because the high of that phase is like no other that I have experienced thus far, but I am about major things. My life is in a current uphill battle with myself, and I cannot allow for a "cute" phase to stay intact for more than it should. My apologies for lack of "lovey-dovey" feelings, but the bus stops here. Now this is not to say that I am going to put pressure on the relationship, because I do not want to even become wedded until I am at least 25 years of age, which is WELL off into my future, but the games as far as who I am clearly with or who has my attention are officially gone. Sure I am a person who likes attention secretly, hence the name of my blog, but I will no longer prepare actions that will jeopardize my new found relationship with this beautiful man of mine. As of now the side figures that played an outside role in this thing no longer exists. I say played a role because they were always in the back of my mind as a "OK, if He and I do not work out, I will start back messing around with him, and have this guy as a little dip on the side." I am no longer having other men in the background because, as I said in my blog "When Is It Love," I will be devastated if this thing were to end. I honestly can say that for the first time in my life, the guy that I am with makes me turn my head when I see an attractive man. Sure I check him out a tad.............but since my man is not with me, I no longer hold the gaze. I find myself breaking the stare, alleviating all possible feelings, pulls, or ties to that stranger, for I know that will lead to destruction. I am no longer willing to strain the relationship, because I know in my soul that it is not worth the man that I am now learning to adore. I say adore because you have to adore someone to be in love with that person. Not to necessarily say that I love him, on that level, but if you were to ask me about him I would not hesitate to smile and talk you to death. If you ask my friends, I do love him, and by the way he behaves in regards to me---let's just say that my job is done without lifting a figure. In fact, when the officers at boot camp---he's in the army---took his phone, before he got off he slipped and said "I love you." Now I know it was a mistake, but that gives you insight into what and how he is feeling. I must say, I love it very much indeed. As we build this thing, and I continue to refer to it as a "thing" because I have no clue where this is going, I know for a fact that each of us will give it our all. No matter if it be a joke, an emotional turning point, or getting into each others' minds, thoughts, and feelings. For us, just thinking about something is not enough. We want to know why and how we are thinking about this something. I want to be his diary, and he wants to be mine.
I am listening to ALICIA KEYS---DIARY, by the way ;)
I don't even wonder if he feels the same way, for I know he does. It takes getting out of that "cute" phase to fully understand a person and their personal intentions, let alone attempt to do such. My entire life has been surrounded by relationships either flawed, or destroyed by weak foundations. I am ready to rewrite the script for my future, and it starts with me.
What is meant by the title is that the infactuation part of this entire process, and please feel free to say that I am wrong for using the word "process," is pretty much over. Not that I did not love that time period, because the high of that phase is like no other that I have experienced thus far, but I am about major things. My life is in a current uphill battle with myself, and I cannot allow for a "cute" phase to stay intact for more than it should. My apologies for lack of "lovey-dovey" feelings, but the bus stops here. Now this is not to say that I am going to put pressure on the relationship, because I do not want to even become wedded until I am at least 25 years of age, which is WELL off into my future, but the games as far as who I am clearly with or who has my attention are officially gone. Sure I am a person who likes attention secretly, hence the name of my blog, but I will no longer prepare actions that will jeopardize my new found relationship with this beautiful man of mine. As of now the side figures that played an outside role in this thing no longer exists. I say played a role because they were always in the back of my mind as a "OK, if He and I do not work out, I will start back messing around with him, and have this guy as a little dip on the side." I am no longer having other men in the background because, as I said in my blog "When Is It Love," I will be devastated if this thing were to end. I honestly can say that for the first time in my life, the guy that I am with makes me turn my head when I see an attractive man. Sure I check him out a tad.............but since my man is not with me, I no longer hold the gaze. I find myself breaking the stare, alleviating all possible feelings, pulls, or ties to that stranger, for I know that will lead to destruction. I am no longer willing to strain the relationship, because I know in my soul that it is not worth the man that I am now learning to adore. I say adore because you have to adore someone to be in love with that person. Not to necessarily say that I love him, on that level, but if you were to ask me about him I would not hesitate to smile and talk you to death. If you ask my friends, I do love him, and by the way he behaves in regards to me---let's just say that my job is done without lifting a figure. In fact, when the officers at boot camp---he's in the army---took his phone, before he got off he slipped and said "I love you." Now I know it was a mistake, but that gives you insight into what and how he is feeling. I must say, I love it very much indeed. As we build this thing, and I continue to refer to it as a "thing" because I have no clue where this is going, I know for a fact that each of us will give it our all. No matter if it be a joke, an emotional turning point, or getting into each others' minds, thoughts, and feelings. For us, just thinking about something is not enough. We want to know why and how we are thinking about this something. I want to be his diary, and he wants to be mine.
I am listening to ALICIA KEYS---DIARY, by the way ;)
I don't even wonder if he feels the same way, for I know he does. It takes getting out of that "cute" phase to fully understand a person and their personal intentions, let alone attempt to do such. My entire life has been surrounded by relationships either flawed, or destroyed by weak foundations. I am ready to rewrite the script for my future, and it starts with me.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Never Had It
I am currently sitting here listening to, yes you guessed it, love songs. But these love songs are rather different. These songs of love and heartache ring a different type of bell in. This bell is more cracked that the Liberty Bell in Philly. These songs speak of love and pain, feeling and emotion, regret and remorse, and the knowledge that not all things will go my way, but I will still give it a try.
I am talking about Jackie Wilson, Luis Armstrong, Ella Fitzgerald, Sam Cook, and whoever else you can name. Even Frank Sinatra is in on this love affair.
This is WELL before my time, I am fully aware of this fact, but they have awakened something in me that has seemingly been malnourished for quite some time until now. It is almost as if I am having flashbacks whenever one of those songs come on. I am not even sure if I am able to label them "old school music." It just brings a beautiful aura to my world.
My beef is that nothing like this exists in the music we listen to anymore. I feel sad because I love the music that I grew up listening to, all of the love songs from Tyrese and Tank, Mary J and Monica, Brandy and Blackstreet, BoysIIMen and R. Kelly. The list goes on and on, but they just don't touch that nerve that is being tapped on by Cab Calloway. Maybe it's a direct representation of the times. Back then the black society, yes this blog is centered on black music specifically, was channeled to just exist and not want more than to feel something. Love was the ultimate feeling, and who does not want to feel love?
However, as the black society gained gumption and the willingness to branch out and demand more, the music turned into political war cries, full of lists of demand and expectations.
Wow this sounds like I am complaining about the time change. Oh well take it as you will.
I just wish music today resembled how you feel, and how you WANT to feel, not what you want and how you are going to attain it.
I am talking about Jackie Wilson, Luis Armstrong, Ella Fitzgerald, Sam Cook, and whoever else you can name. Even Frank Sinatra is in on this love affair.
This is WELL before my time, I am fully aware of this fact, but they have awakened something in me that has seemingly been malnourished for quite some time until now. It is almost as if I am having flashbacks whenever one of those songs come on. I am not even sure if I am able to label them "old school music." It just brings a beautiful aura to my world.
My beef is that nothing like this exists in the music we listen to anymore. I feel sad because I love the music that I grew up listening to, all of the love songs from Tyrese and Tank, Mary J and Monica, Brandy and Blackstreet, BoysIIMen and R. Kelly. The list goes on and on, but they just don't touch that nerve that is being tapped on by Cab Calloway. Maybe it's a direct representation of the times. Back then the black society, yes this blog is centered on black music specifically, was channeled to just exist and not want more than to feel something. Love was the ultimate feeling, and who does not want to feel love?
However, as the black society gained gumption and the willingness to branch out and demand more, the music turned into political war cries, full of lists of demand and expectations.
Wow this sounds like I am complaining about the time change. Oh well take it as you will.
I just wish music today resembled how you feel, and how you WANT to feel, not what you want and how you are going to attain it.
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Monday, July 5, 2010
When Is It Love
I have a problem that I am sure each of you can relate to, whether you want to admit it or not. Men this one is for you as well.
I have been dating this guy for over a month now and he is an absolute dream; He is caring, he is attentive, he is nurturing, he is manly, he is borderline perfect. He has no red-flag tendencies, and he is not ashamed to tell me how he feels.
I find myself thinking of him when I wake up, when I am studying, when I am eating, when I go to bed, and possibly when I am dreaming---I don't too much remember my dreams---as if he is my knight in shining amor(yes I meant amor). I have never had feelings for a guy like I have for him. Sure there was a summer fling last year that almost turned into a full on love affair, but I feel that since I have experienced it once before, the summer romance never heard those three words, that I should be able to detect the feelings rather fluently, but I cannot. I think I just don't want to second-guess it. I am listening to music that only dictates how I feel for him, ha!
As of now it is Butterflies by Michael Jackson, may he rest in peace. I am unable to listen to hate songs, or even songs hip-hop/rap. I can only listen to love songs.
I only think of love songs.
I only feel of love songs.
This is getting to be a little out of hand.
The feelings are usually controlled by me. Even the last guy, once we broke up, was easily cut off by myself. However, for the first time in my life I feel as if I would be devastated if anything would ever happen to our relationship.
---You Are Not Alone
I love having a blog I must say. I can fully express myself and not worry about whether I have a following or not. I don't give a fuck, for I am not alone---pun intended---yes I did it, so what???!!! Right now my special guy is away working on his advancement in the military. No technology whatsoever, just letters. I FEEL AS IF I WILL DIE FROM LACK-AGE OF HIS VOICE. Which is another point. Before him, I would not want to be on the phone with anyone. Every boyfriend that I have had has had to adjust to texting me because I do not have the time to talk. But for some strange reason, I am compromising. This is incredible. I feel like a catholic at confessional, only I am not dumping shit to make room for more shit---take it, for it's only a joke.
Trey Songz---Your Side Of The Bed
I also grew emotionally attached to this song after just 2 weeks of dating. This is crazy. I felt that I liked him early on so this song rings bells, for he is in the army and wants to do active duty. I already know my mother likes him, for she asked me the other day whether or not I would mind marrying a military man. I never did, because, although I am a huge flirt, I feel that flirting is an open-ended expression of feelings for that special person. If you do not at least allow yourself to be attracted to other people, WITHIN RESPECTABLE BOUNDARIES, that you will eventually cheat and shit on all the happiness and love that has thus far amassed. I am a very loyal person so distance never deterred me.
In fact, my special guy once told me that he sometimes thinks that I am spitting game to him because I am so smooth. Like I said before, flirting is an outward expression for your true feelings for that special person. I just so happened to be speaking to him when those feelings came out.
TLC---Diggin' On You
Oh yes, I am so feeling this............wait for it
Red Light Special
I have loved this song my entire life, but for some reason he is giving it new meaning............I wanna try it ha!
Yes he is doing a number on me---is this even a blog anymore?
Anywho
How do you tell if it is love, or am I already there???
I have been dating this guy for over a month now and he is an absolute dream; He is caring, he is attentive, he is nurturing, he is manly, he is borderline perfect. He has no red-flag tendencies, and he is not ashamed to tell me how he feels.
I find myself thinking of him when I wake up, when I am studying, when I am eating, when I go to bed, and possibly when I am dreaming---I don't too much remember my dreams---as if he is my knight in shining amor(yes I meant amor). I have never had feelings for a guy like I have for him. Sure there was a summer fling last year that almost turned into a full on love affair, but I feel that since I have experienced it once before, the summer romance never heard those three words, that I should be able to detect the feelings rather fluently, but I cannot. I think I just don't want to second-guess it. I am listening to music that only dictates how I feel for him, ha!
As of now it is Butterflies by Michael Jackson, may he rest in peace. I am unable to listen to hate songs, or even songs hip-hop/rap. I can only listen to love songs.
I only think of love songs.
I only feel of love songs.
This is getting to be a little out of hand.
The feelings are usually controlled by me. Even the last guy, once we broke up, was easily cut off by myself. However, for the first time in my life I feel as if I would be devastated if anything would ever happen to our relationship.
---You Are Not Alone
I love having a blog I must say. I can fully express myself and not worry about whether I have a following or not. I don't give a fuck, for I am not alone---pun intended---yes I did it, so what???!!! Right now my special guy is away working on his advancement in the military. No technology whatsoever, just letters. I FEEL AS IF I WILL DIE FROM LACK-AGE OF HIS VOICE. Which is another point. Before him, I would not want to be on the phone with anyone. Every boyfriend that I have had has had to adjust to texting me because I do not have the time to talk. But for some strange reason, I am compromising. This is incredible. I feel like a catholic at confessional, only I am not dumping shit to make room for more shit---take it, for it's only a joke.
Trey Songz---Your Side Of The Bed
I also grew emotionally attached to this song after just 2 weeks of dating. This is crazy. I felt that I liked him early on so this song rings bells, for he is in the army and wants to do active duty. I already know my mother likes him, for she asked me the other day whether or not I would mind marrying a military man. I never did, because, although I am a huge flirt, I feel that flirting is an open-ended expression of feelings for that special person. If you do not at least allow yourself to be attracted to other people, WITHIN RESPECTABLE BOUNDARIES, that you will eventually cheat and shit on all the happiness and love that has thus far amassed. I am a very loyal person so distance never deterred me.
In fact, my special guy once told me that he sometimes thinks that I am spitting game to him because I am so smooth. Like I said before, flirting is an outward expression for your true feelings for that special person. I just so happened to be speaking to him when those feelings came out.
TLC---Diggin' On You
Oh yes, I am so feeling this............wait for it
Red Light Special
I have loved this song my entire life, but for some reason he is giving it new meaning............I wanna try it ha!
Yes he is doing a number on me---is this even a blog anymore?
Anywho
How do you tell if it is love, or am I already there???
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Friday, July 2, 2010
Young player had brain damage more often seen in NFL veterans - CNN.com
Young player had brain damage more often seen in NFL veterans - CNN.com
Goodness, love this sport for the realness. Unfortunately, that same element is what will subsequently dismantle that love.
Goodness, love this sport for the realness. Unfortunately, that same element is what will subsequently dismantle that love.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
I'm Wrong
I would have written this post last night but I was having such a deep conversation with my "special guy" that I did not want to take away from it, and ultimately his meaning to me, but multitasking. I have come to realize this as time has gone by. I have learned to ride the tides, and steer at the coming moment, for if you miss that turn, there is no guarantee that there will be a similar opportunity waiting in the nearby bushes.
That being said let's get down to business.
LADIES---I have turned a corner and began steering. Last night my special guy, and I refer to him in this manner because the term "boyfriend" is beginning to sound juvenile, pointed out something about myself that I had not yet noticed. He stated that I am very giggly on the phone with him. He then asked me if I was this way with other people and, of course, the answer is no. So he proceeded to ask me why, when I am with him physically, do I always seem serious; not at all smiling from ear to ear, or laughing and being silly. I stated that "I am still trying to figure you into my equation."
I KNOW NOW HOW STUPID I MINDSET WAS!!!
Of course he has a few choice word, basically stating that I should not try to make control what happens, but to just allow "nature to take its course"(he did not use those word, thank GOD).
All in all---I use that a lot I am well aware---the point that I am trying to make is this ladies: Don't try to think yourself through everything. As I speak these words I am in shock of myself for having the audacity to speak such nearly impossible truth, which is essentially what it is. My guy taught me a lesson that would have never registered previously. Maybe I do REALLY like him.
Maybe...................
That being said let's get down to business.
LADIES---I have turned a corner and began steering. Last night my special guy, and I refer to him in this manner because the term "boyfriend" is beginning to sound juvenile, pointed out something about myself that I had not yet noticed. He stated that I am very giggly on the phone with him. He then asked me if I was this way with other people and, of course, the answer is no. So he proceeded to ask me why, when I am with him physically, do I always seem serious; not at all smiling from ear to ear, or laughing and being silly. I stated that "I am still trying to figure you into my equation."
I KNOW NOW HOW STUPID I MINDSET WAS!!!
Of course he has a few choice word, basically stating that I should not try to make control what happens, but to just allow "nature to take its course"(he did not use those word, thank GOD).
All in all---I use that a lot I am well aware---the point that I am trying to make is this ladies: Don't try to think yourself through everything. As I speak these words I am in shock of myself for having the audacity to speak such nearly impossible truth, which is essentially what it is. My guy taught me a lesson that would have never registered previously. Maybe I do REALLY like him.
Maybe...................
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Football
The FIFA World Cup is in full swing, as two teams have already been eliminated: Cameroon and Ivory Coast(Cote di Ivoire), and the host country, South Africa(RSA) not even equipped to ride the emotional high of their beloved country. Ivory Coast, although eliminated in a 3-1 romping of Brassil(yes this is the international way of saying it, not all about the U.S), the team became the first African Nation to score a goal against the Brassilian National Team in the World Cup, so cudos there. With African teams falling short left and right, the host nation has their heads down with the lingering question: What happened? They still have Algeria, who has only surrendered a single goal against Slovenia and held an English team to a scoreless draw, with the U.S waiting in the wings. So there is still hope for the host nation yet.
Asia has made some noise with the stellar defense of the People's Republic of Korea against Brassil, which is the number one team in the world(again). That game grew into a small scoring fest with two quick goals by Brassil in the latter part of the second half before North Korea scored a beautiful run. They were revered by apparent Chinese fans playing as North Korean fans, which is a living testament to how underdeveloped this nation has become. South Korea(the free part of the country) put on a clinic with a 2-0 thrashing of Greece in its opening game before being dismantled by Argentina, 3-1. Too bad, they looked like a team of destiny.
As usual the South American teams are thriving in this international display of sheer will. Brassil, Argentina, Uruguay, Paraguay(probably the weakest of the continent), with the surprise of Honduras and Chile with a somewhat stiff defense. The only thing to report here is how far will this region go.
Dominicanos son ok, pero nesecitan mas practicado. With a couple of years, and hopefully great reproduction, they will get a taste of success in the next years.
Europe is a mixture. You have Portugal, with an average team and a whinny "superstar" in Ronaldo. Such a waste of talent if all you do is flop all over the fucking field, and try to get big AFTER your teammate came to your rescue against an Ivory Coast player after calling you out on your pussy playing, excuse my language. England has two draws: One with U.S. and one with Algeria. Slovenia has a large mouth, and with the help of that African referee, was able to back it up. Greece is coming along for it's first World Cup goal and all. Of course you have Spain(can you say UPSET???), Germany(can not hold momentum after 4-0 kill of the Aussies), the Dutch(great play) and Danes(not so much) and Suiza or Switzerland(beautiful upset of the Spaniards). France is just fucking up on such a grand scale(this is my team so I am highly pissed. FIND THE FUCKING RAT AND PRACTICE DAMMIT!!!), and Italy(the old guys are losing it's luster with a tie with the Kiwis).
Down Under was looking dismal with the first outing of Australia against Germany, losing 0-4. But was redeemed with the draw of the New Zealanders, and later the 1-1 draw with Italy, such a historic achievement for a relatively unknown country on the international football scene. We will see what unfolds.
Now the U.S.
1-1 draw with the English, our former slave-owners, no puns please!!! The muffed goal seen around the world by Green helped our chances, thanks in part to Clint Dempsey's powerful leg---let me get off or him now before I never do. Second match against the trash talking Slovenia. HORRIFIC first half of football. SUCH an improbable comeback and "should have been win" if it were not for an unexplained "foul" on Edu. WHAT THE FUCK SON???
All in all, great cup thus far, full of upsets and great finishes. GIVE IT UP FOR THE NEW BALL CREATING DEFENSE!!!
Asia has made some noise with the stellar defense of the People's Republic of Korea against Brassil, which is the number one team in the world(again). That game grew into a small scoring fest with two quick goals by Brassil in the latter part of the second half before North Korea scored a beautiful run. They were revered by apparent Chinese fans playing as North Korean fans, which is a living testament to how underdeveloped this nation has become. South Korea(the free part of the country) put on a clinic with a 2-0 thrashing of Greece in its opening game before being dismantled by Argentina, 3-1. Too bad, they looked like a team of destiny.
As usual the South American teams are thriving in this international display of sheer will. Brassil, Argentina, Uruguay, Paraguay(probably the weakest of the continent), with the surprise of Honduras and Chile with a somewhat stiff defense. The only thing to report here is how far will this region go.
Dominicanos son ok, pero nesecitan mas practicado. With a couple of years, and hopefully great reproduction, they will get a taste of success in the next years.
Europe is a mixture. You have Portugal, with an average team and a whinny "superstar" in Ronaldo. Such a waste of talent if all you do is flop all over the fucking field, and try to get big AFTER your teammate came to your rescue against an Ivory Coast player after calling you out on your pussy playing, excuse my language. England has two draws: One with U.S. and one with Algeria. Slovenia has a large mouth, and with the help of that African referee, was able to back it up. Greece is coming along for it's first World Cup goal and all. Of course you have Spain(can you say UPSET???), Germany(can not hold momentum after 4-0 kill of the Aussies), the Dutch(great play) and Danes(not so much) and Suiza or Switzerland(beautiful upset of the Spaniards). France is just fucking up on such a grand scale(this is my team so I am highly pissed. FIND THE FUCKING RAT AND PRACTICE DAMMIT!!!), and Italy(the old guys are losing it's luster with a tie with the Kiwis).
Down Under was looking dismal with the first outing of Australia against Germany, losing 0-4. But was redeemed with the draw of the New Zealanders, and later the 1-1 draw with Italy, such a historic achievement for a relatively unknown country on the international football scene. We will see what unfolds.
Now the U.S.
1-1 draw with the English, our former slave-owners, no puns please!!! The muffed goal seen around the world by Green helped our chances, thanks in part to Clint Dempsey's powerful leg---let me get off or him now before I never do. Second match against the trash talking Slovenia. HORRIFIC first half of football. SUCH an improbable comeback and "should have been win" if it were not for an unexplained "foul" on Edu. WHAT THE FUCK SON???
All in all, great cup thus far, full of upsets and great finishes. GIVE IT UP FOR THE NEW BALL CREATING DEFENSE!!!
Do I Press It???
I have a problem this time around, and I need to release my frustrations before I unleash a wrath unknown to man.
My mother has been dating this "man" for about 12 years now.
She stumbled upon him on a college campus, where she works, in a then position of "house-sitter" for the athletic dorm. He had no car, no money past his weekly check, no house or apartment, he was renting out a 10x10 centiblock room with a bathroom from his aunt who, besides his work around the house, wants nothing to do with him. He did not even own a checking account until my mother came along and introduced the concept of saving money to him. He barely received his diploma, so you know he does not possess a college degree so he is not a "struggling genius. He is loud and OVERLY-talkative. He resorts to childish antics most of the time, seldom grasping the cuffs of adulthood.
Fast-Forward 12 years and he lives with her, struggling to help pay rent every month, sometimes his ass has to be covered by my mother months on end. He is still loud and OVERLY-talkative, resorts to childish antics and rarely behaves as an adult. He is disrepectful, and does not even have total respect from his children who seem to curse him every other conversation that he has with them. He whines(neglected to mention that in the "12 years ago" section), and is too sensitive.
For Example:
I do not eat pork, for I see myself later down the road only eating seafood. Every time this fact comes into play, he becomes offended, almost as if I am disrespecting him. Just the other night he cooked dinner: FRIED PORK CHOPS. My mother, whenever she decides she wants pork for dinner, always cooks a side meat dish for me, and it is usually enough to hold me over for leftovers just like everyone else' dinner would. This, excuse my language, motherfucker fries up the pork chops and did not even think to cook something else for me(mind you the freezer is packed with other meats besides pork). This is a reoccurring thing with him. Almost everything he does is out of spite or just straight up bullshit. I am a college woman now, so open-mindedness is what I breathe, so this shit has pushed me to the limit, and my summer break has JUST started!!! I am so close to strangling him it is in need of some borderline-psychiatric therapy sessions.
I always thought the parent relied on their child's response to a new person to determine whether or not to continue dating them. Just because he has taken us on as his "children" does not mean you should keep him around us.
Myself, as well as my brother and sister do not care for him one bit.
I have got to get away or I will kill him.
As far as human judgment goes he deserves it, for reasons that cannot be expressed for the sake of my mother's private affairs.
I feel better, but I am still wondering, do I press it?
My mother has been dating this "man" for about 12 years now.
She stumbled upon him on a college campus, where she works, in a then position of "house-sitter" for the athletic dorm. He had no car, no money past his weekly check, no house or apartment, he was renting out a 10x10 centiblock room with a bathroom from his aunt who, besides his work around the house, wants nothing to do with him. He did not even own a checking account until my mother came along and introduced the concept of saving money to him. He barely received his diploma, so you know he does not possess a college degree so he is not a "struggling genius. He is loud and OVERLY-talkative. He resorts to childish antics most of the time, seldom grasping the cuffs of adulthood.
Fast-Forward 12 years and he lives with her, struggling to help pay rent every month, sometimes his ass has to be covered by my mother months on end. He is still loud and OVERLY-talkative, resorts to childish antics and rarely behaves as an adult. He is disrepectful, and does not even have total respect from his children who seem to curse him every other conversation that he has with them. He whines(neglected to mention that in the "12 years ago" section), and is too sensitive.
For Example:
I do not eat pork, for I see myself later down the road only eating seafood. Every time this fact comes into play, he becomes offended, almost as if I am disrespecting him. Just the other night he cooked dinner: FRIED PORK CHOPS. My mother, whenever she decides she wants pork for dinner, always cooks a side meat dish for me, and it is usually enough to hold me over for leftovers just like everyone else' dinner would. This, excuse my language, motherfucker fries up the pork chops and did not even think to cook something else for me(mind you the freezer is packed with other meats besides pork). This is a reoccurring thing with him. Almost everything he does is out of spite or just straight up bullshit. I am a college woman now, so open-mindedness is what I breathe, so this shit has pushed me to the limit, and my summer break has JUST started!!! I am so close to strangling him it is in need of some borderline-psychiatric therapy sessions.
I always thought the parent relied on their child's response to a new person to determine whether or not to continue dating them. Just because he has taken us on as his "children" does not mean you should keep him around us.
Myself, as well as my brother and sister do not care for him one bit.
I have got to get away or I will kill him.
As far as human judgment goes he deserves it, for reasons that cannot be expressed for the sake of my mother's private affairs.
I feel better, but I am still wondering, do I press it?
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
MEN
Just when you believe that the sky is the limit, you crash back to earth. He doesn't call, or just neglects to inform you via e-mail that, for whatever reason, that his cellular device is not being currently used. I don't blame him though, it is how men are programmed. They expect you to pick up on their "not-so-obvious" telepathic messages and automatically assume that he hasn't lost interest, or is playing you, but that technical difficulties have began to control his life temporarily.
Now, I am not a psychiatrist or any type of expert on the male species, but I do have an edge up on most women because of my natural interests and personality.
So this doesn't not bother me as it would for most women, but that doesn't mean it's not something that would make me second-guess my own "innerings". I think this is what makes women as a collective whole the most furious about men.
THEY DON'T GET IT!!!!!!!!!!
Now, again, they were just not programmed to understand fully. Rarely do you run into a man who will be able to run around your thoughts and feel upon every fiber of your soul. Hell, I had a boyfriend who was able to nearly master myself. But that is not to be expected. It is hard enough to get them out of the phase where the only way to express their liking of a female is to punch them and run away. This action can be expressed in a multitude of ways, not just literally, but figuratively.
Anyway
The point I am trying to make is, as women, no matter how hard we try to avoid it, our men will HAVE to be molded in a certain way. That being said, no man is worth throwing away your life reshaping, for that is a lose-lose situation. Although, if the pupil is an exceptional learner...............*wink wink*.
Bottom Line: for you to constantly be looking for ways to improve your man, or even searching for men to create new identities for the boy(because that is what they are), it would be catastrophe to your mental and emotional existence. And if you have a good man, besides the minor teasing, do not push the limits on him. If you do, you will probably lose the best thing that will ever happen to you.
LET IT MARINATE.
Now, I am not a psychiatrist or any type of expert on the male species, but I do have an edge up on most women because of my natural interests and personality.
So this doesn't not bother me as it would for most women, but that doesn't mean it's not something that would make me second-guess my own "innerings". I think this is what makes women as a collective whole the most furious about men.
THEY DON'T GET IT!!!!!!!!!!
Now, again, they were just not programmed to understand fully. Rarely do you run into a man who will be able to run around your thoughts and feel upon every fiber of your soul. Hell, I had a boyfriend who was able to nearly master myself. But that is not to be expected. It is hard enough to get them out of the phase where the only way to express their liking of a female is to punch them and run away. This action can be expressed in a multitude of ways, not just literally, but figuratively.
Anyway
The point I am trying to make is, as women, no matter how hard we try to avoid it, our men will HAVE to be molded in a certain way. That being said, no man is worth throwing away your life reshaping, for that is a lose-lose situation. Although, if the pupil is an exceptional learner...............*wink wink*.
Bottom Line: for you to constantly be looking for ways to improve your man, or even searching for men to create new identities for the boy(because that is what they are), it would be catastrophe to your mental and emotional existence. And if you have a good man, besides the minor teasing, do not push the limits on him. If you do, you will probably lose the best thing that will ever happen to you.
LET IT MARINATE.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Options
So you are coming of age in this thing that GOD has given us, called life.
For those who are not religious, this is my last reference to a higher power, not because of a dwindling faith bank, but because I would prefer you to be comfortable.
But back to the topic up for discussion.
OPTIONS:
This is a blog about the time in your life, no matter when or where for that matter, where you find yourself being a potential heart-breaker. I am speaking on this topic because this is what I am going through now. I tend to blog through my personal experiences to gain, or regain, clarify on life, as well as help those who can relate to me at that particular time.
Anyway, I have two guys, not a third because he is officially denounced by myself--one of those guys who you have dated before, and he wants in again. I had to realize that although the familiar is EXTREMELY comfortable, it does not make it the right situation. For me, it was a chapter that needed closure, and that is what I gained. As for the other two guys, they are brand new to my life. One is an army man who has a child, yes, but is such an incredible man with his son, with his schooling( he is a senior in college, and I am a sophomore), and he has a job( hasn't not asked for me to go into my pocket for anything, and declined when I offered). The other guy is training for marine enlistment in August. He is a spoiler of his women, a product of a fatherless household, but he uses that as an excuse to please women, ha! The thing is, both guys are great, besides the fact that they are men and they need some type of molding. I am just overjoyed that these are two young men, both 22 years of age, that do not need me to be a positive influence in their lives, for I am not up for helping them change, I am too old for those type of games. Although very young, I have a life too heavy for teaching a man how to be a man. Shit, I still need to learn how to be a woman!
Anyway
Options are both blessings and curses, for both guys have the potential to be hurt. The trick is to be true to yourself, only because at the end of the day, the reflection device hanging on the wall that feeds you directly an image of yourself in its truest form will ALWAYS tell the truth. What do you want staring back at you???
It's great to possess options, don't abuse it, for they WILL come back and bite your ass hard.
For those who are not religious, this is my last reference to a higher power, not because of a dwindling faith bank, but because I would prefer you to be comfortable.
But back to the topic up for discussion.
OPTIONS:
This is a blog about the time in your life, no matter when or where for that matter, where you find yourself being a potential heart-breaker. I am speaking on this topic because this is what I am going through now. I tend to blog through my personal experiences to gain, or regain, clarify on life, as well as help those who can relate to me at that particular time.
Anyway, I have two guys, not a third because he is officially denounced by myself--one of those guys who you have dated before, and he wants in again. I had to realize that although the familiar is EXTREMELY comfortable, it does not make it the right situation. For me, it was a chapter that needed closure, and that is what I gained. As for the other two guys, they are brand new to my life. One is an army man who has a child, yes, but is such an incredible man with his son, with his schooling( he is a senior in college, and I am a sophomore), and he has a job( hasn't not asked for me to go into my pocket for anything, and declined when I offered). The other guy is training for marine enlistment in August. He is a spoiler of his women, a product of a fatherless household, but he uses that as an excuse to please women, ha! The thing is, both guys are great, besides the fact that they are men and they need some type of molding. I am just overjoyed that these are two young men, both 22 years of age, that do not need me to be a positive influence in their lives, for I am not up for helping them change, I am too old for those type of games. Although very young, I have a life too heavy for teaching a man how to be a man. Shit, I still need to learn how to be a woman!
Anyway
Options are both blessings and curses, for both guys have the potential to be hurt. The trick is to be true to yourself, only because at the end of the day, the reflection device hanging on the wall that feeds you directly an image of yourself in its truest form will ALWAYS tell the truth. What do you want staring back at you???
It's great to possess options, don't abuse it, for they WILL come back and bite your ass hard.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Personal
I am a young woman who loves to have her business personal. I do not want anyone learning about me from any outsiders. That being said I love my friends, close or not. However, that does not mean they have the right to spill any type of information that you so confidentially told them to anyone else.
You can know someone inside and out, and also know that they would tell the person that is asking you about your friend, whatever information they seek, but that does not give you the right to tell them anything.
For my business to continue to be my business, I feel that I need people around me who will respect my wishes and keep their mouths shut!!! Now, you may be thinking that I should not be sharing this with my readers, and that I should be hashing this out with my friend.
I agree.
Really I do.
However, if I were to bring it up now, I would snap and this little situation would turn into a great situation with tons of hoobla surrounding it.
I just do not want that.
So for those of you who feel that I should just talk it out, I will, just not right now.
STOP RIDING MY FUCKING BACK!!!
That is all...............
You can know someone inside and out, and also know that they would tell the person that is asking you about your friend, whatever information they seek, but that does not give you the right to tell them anything.
For my business to continue to be my business, I feel that I need people around me who will respect my wishes and keep their mouths shut!!! Now, you may be thinking that I should not be sharing this with my readers, and that I should be hashing this out with my friend.
I agree.
Really I do.
However, if I were to bring it up now, I would snap and this little situation would turn into a great situation with tons of hoobla surrounding it.
I just do not want that.
So for those of you who feel that I should just talk it out, I will, just not right now.
STOP RIDING MY FUCKING BACK!!!
That is all...............
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Conformity
Sure!!! Well, he's not EXACTLY the guy for, but you can mold him and he'll be PERFECT.
This is where we ALL go wrong. Men do it as well, but this blog is not about them. Trust men, your time will come.
Back to the ladies. No matter what walk of life you made have emerged from, what makes you think you have to settle??? Love is such a precious entity that should NEVER be abused. I understand that, as women, we have eternal clocks, and the time left seems to always be not enough. That doesn't mean you have to conform. He can be the most beautiful man alive, but if he is not for you then you will just have to accept that and leave him be. Love is something that wants to look, not be sought after. If you waste your time with the wrong one, you are inadvertently losing the right one. FUCK MR. RIGHT NOW. He only brings you more emptiness, far more pain than what is experienced being single. Seriously, what is wrong with waiting. A cliche, I am well aware, but patience is a virtue. It is just like post-secondary schooling, you have to do undergrad before you can possess that degree. Which do you prefer, high school diploma, or M.D with private practice???
This is where we ALL go wrong. Men do it as well, but this blog is not about them. Trust men, your time will come.
Back to the ladies. No matter what walk of life you made have emerged from, what makes you think you have to settle??? Love is such a precious entity that should NEVER be abused. I understand that, as women, we have eternal clocks, and the time left seems to always be not enough. That doesn't mean you have to conform. He can be the most beautiful man alive, but if he is not for you then you will just have to accept that and leave him be. Love is something that wants to look, not be sought after. If you waste your time with the wrong one, you are inadvertently losing the right one. FUCK MR. RIGHT NOW. He only brings you more emptiness, far more pain than what is experienced being single. Seriously, what is wrong with waiting. A cliche, I am well aware, but patience is a virtue. It is just like post-secondary schooling, you have to do undergrad before you can possess that degree. Which do you prefer, high school diploma, or M.D with private practice???
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
TAG ME IN!!!
In a world of fashion, outer beauty, and no shame, lies a woman who is the total opposite. Oh sure she is well aware of the world around her, sex sells and self-gloating is the thing to do. For her, however, that is not what should be wanted.
You see, this woman, is not one that you would initially pick out of a crowd and want to give her the world. But somehow the man, or woman, will always end with the particular woman. Want to know why??? Because, SHE IS ONE OF A KIND!!!!!
You know the ones, always in attendance of a sporting event, one who can throw you under a bus when pushed to the edge, THE ONE THAT EVEN HAS AN EDGE!!! These women present you with a challenge, and keep you intrigued.
My question to you men, and women, why do you try you damnest to find that is a fake-boob, silicon-infected walking dildo, when you can look next door, most of the time this is your best bet, and find the woman who you can potentially spend the REST of your life together. Trust me, she will not pressure you, for she is wondering about you ass as well, so forever doesn't have to begin right then and there.
Next time you're out, instead of approaching the woman at the bar who is TRYING to catch your eye, a.k.a she is COMPLETELY out of her element, try the lady in the booth, or, better yet, screaming at the television for a shitty call..................you won't regret.
You see, this woman, is not one that you would initially pick out of a crowd and want to give her the world. But somehow the man, or woman, will always end with the particular woman. Want to know why??? Because, SHE IS ONE OF A KIND!!!!!
You know the ones, always in attendance of a sporting event, one who can throw you under a bus when pushed to the edge, THE ONE THAT EVEN HAS AN EDGE!!! These women present you with a challenge, and keep you intrigued.
My question to you men, and women, why do you try you damnest to find that is a fake-boob, silicon-infected walking dildo, when you can look next door, most of the time this is your best bet, and find the woman who you can potentially spend the REST of your life together. Trust me, she will not pressure you, for she is wondering about you ass as well, so forever doesn't have to begin right then and there.
Next time you're out, instead of approaching the woman at the bar who is TRYING to catch your eye, a.k.a she is COMPLETELY out of her element, try the lady in the booth, or, better yet, screaming at the television for a shitty call..................you won't regret.
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