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!
Saturday, July 31, 2010
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
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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.
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