November 2011
1 post
Why me?
I ask people all the time why they put up with my shit, or why they like me and hell even fall in love with me.
They all respond with basically the same answer in many different ways, but basically, “You’re mysterious.”
How the fuck am I mysterious? I tell my business to the world, shout it from the mountaintops and am completely open about my insanity. What the fuck is wrong...
September 2011
1 post
#31DayReset Day 1
So I failed miserably in the month of August doing this 31 Day Reset…and I am determined to finish it. If I don’t finish this month, then I have to start from scratch next month. I’m not giving up (so hopefully I finish this month) lol I even decided to re-do the posts that I already did. No re-posts or anything.
With that said, I decided to make my new personal mantra a bible...
August 2011
1 post
I don't get it...
I’m constantly hearing women complaining about the men they date, and the type of men they encounter. Although I know the latter doesn’t necessarily mean much more has to come out of it, but I don’t understand where these young women/girls/ladies/whatever-they-want-to-be-called are meeting these guys.
So many have given up (especially on black men) and a majority of my friends...
July 2011
3 posts
I was inspired by the stranger homie over at Until I Get Married to do this list. He made a list of things he wanted to learn in his 30s. I read it. Saw some shit I’ve been saying I want to learn. Saw some shit I haven’t, but would be willing to learn. Saw some shit I already know how to do. Saw some shit I don’t care to learn to do.
With that said, here’s a list of things I want to...
“For why is u tryna get in my panties?
You ain’t my man.
And for why is u tryna...”
– me.
I was recently reading a book and in it, a lady was conversing with her male friends about turn offs during sex.
One guy said he didn’t like when a girl called him “daddy.”
Damn.
Funny thing is, I like to try new things in the bedroom…with my man when I have one.
Once upon a time, many moons ago, I didn’t have a man…as I still don’t (but that’s not the point) so I went on some dates w/ a guy...
May 2011
1 post
Maybe. Maybe I'm whylin b/c this is the way I mourn.
May 18, 2009 is a date I’ll never forget. While a lot of my friends were enjoying being fresh graduates of Howard University or enjoying being neos in whatever fraternity/sorority, my life was in fucking shambles.
One phone call after the next.
Best friend and a homie. Both murdered.
…but Rod’s hit me a little too hard.
I didn’t cry...
April 2011
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For some reason people always come to me, the girl who is NOT in a relationship, about relationships.
Comrade: “How do you know that you could date someone for a very long time.”
My response: “Stop thinking so much about love, and start thinking about what works for you as an individual.”
People don’t know themselves anymore. They know the ideals that others have ingrained in them. We’ve...
March 2011
1 post
Comrade: “Why don’t you want to be in a relationship?”
My response was “You’re confused.”
I never said I didn’t want to be in a relationship. Fortunately for me, I’ve been in 3…which is enough for me to say, I refuse to exert that relationship-y energy into someone who isn’t deserving of it.
Sounds simple, right? I’ve dated about a million people. Ok, I haven’t, but I’ve dated a lot of...
November 2010
1 post
You ever loved someone you don’t know?
But…you don’t want to know them because you fear they will not live up to who you have created them to be in your dreams. Yeah, me neither…but still…
I probably love dreaming more than I love watching movies. In my dreams, I am the producer, director, oftentimes an actress, and I let my soul do the writing.
I had a man appear in my dream. He only...
October 2010
1 post
I was always taught not to curse because its not ladylike. Certain words mean different things in different situations. For example, in church we talk about Heaven and Hell. In social circles, people say “HELL NO!” Right? I know I am. Either way, I’ve had a potty mouth ever since I was a little girl. Saying words when I didn’t know the meaning was just as bad as cursing.
For a long time, I...