It's been a while. I have more drafts on my Blogger dashboard than I care to admit. I've put so much energy into the crafting the perfect "I'm back" post that I haven't posted shyt. So, I've decided to just write.
This year has been absolutely amazing for me. I can't say that enough and not bubble the phuck up inside. I've been incredibly blessed beyond belief. My homeboy sent me a text from him...
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Legally I'm single, free to mingle. But the essence of me is a married woman. I'm all tied up. I've got shackles that chain me to one person, whoever that may be. Bed hopping, body rocking, knocking boots all night long, ain't me. My goodies are contained - fresh and sealed. When the top is popped, only one hand goes in at a time. I'm finger licking "betcha can't eat just one" Lays. After the munchies...
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
I was having a conversation with an ex co-worker about her staff member, whose breath is downright foul. I remember him very well and I implored her to say something. It's a touchy subject and very hard to do, but it must be done. It's not fair to him and it's REALLY not fair to her! In the long run, they'll both appreciate the candid convo. In general, we all talk a good game about what we'd say and how we'd want someone...
Saturday, June 18, 2011
I had to google the title of this post to make sure I had it correctly. Yup, I do. It means to quickly respond to something. I usually don't do this, b'cept in the guy category. My divorce had me verrrry leery of men. I can easily look back now and see that I was a scared, heartbroken lil thang who shut shyt down if ANY guy said one damn thing to me that didn't sound quite right. In hindsight, I regret...
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Last night was so damn fun, and there's nothing better than an unexpected cackle. Wait, yes there is. What's better, is an unexpected, seemingly never-ending, hardy laugh. I had that. I did that.
The day was a normal, work day. My work hubby and I made up...again and all was well. The kids arrived home safely from...
Monday, June 13, 2011
I tweeted this a few minutes ago.
"aGoalDigger aGoalDigger
Why do people get "mad" when I'm texting or such on my phone? Seriously, am I supposed to disconnect 'cause ur in my company? I wonder..." I felt compelled to pop over here and delve a little further, because that tweet came as a result of the Facebook and Twitter profile picture change. ...
Friday, June 3, 2011
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Last night I was feverishly working and listening to music on random. I came across a Janet Jacson song, and then decided to listen to only her, on random still. When this song came on, I paused. There was a connection. My finger snapping slowed and I listened intently and thought, "Damn, this is how I'm feeling right now. Like right this minute."
Back on the road again
Feeling kinda lonely
And looking for the right guy
To be mine
Friends...
Monday, May 16, 2011
by Marsha Ambrosius, 2011
The very first time I heard this song my natural inclination was to get all sad and reminisce over some boy and love lost. I don't feel bad for that, because the song totally gives you that vibe. It wasn't until I saw the video, that I realized the song was about a love lost, but in an unadulterated way. Marsha apparently lost a dear friend to suicide, because he was bullied about his sexual orientation. I love the...
I'm ashamed to admit it, but there have been times when my fingers have been downright raw, sore even, from texting on my phone. I have a loyal and obsessive love for this electronic communication. It's short and sweet and less intrusive than actually talking on the phone. I think I like it most, because you can send one-liners, with tag along emoticons to convey whatever you're feeling. However, we texters, seem to take it too far sometimes.
How...
Monday, May 2, 2011
After a craptastically, fuckalicious week, Saturday evening came as a pleasant and unexpected surprise. I hardly ever wear half of the shyt that I purchase. Keeping it really real, I have a closet full of "just in case" pieces. As Rihanna said, "I'm such a fucking lay-day, you don't have to be so afraid," so if there is EVER a chance...
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
I'm so many things, besides the center of attention and a mom. People like me, some even love me. I've been told I've got good energy. Actually, I've been told a host of wonderful things about my radiant personality and how I make others feel. That's why, it might be kinda hard to understand how deep my lonliness runs. It seems like a harsh or inaccurate statement to make, but I don't have any friends. I take responsibilty...
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Sometimes being a parent fucking sucks. I honestly wish people thought longer and harder, before they get longer and harder. Yeah, that might be a bit crass, but whatevs. The amount of responsibility that comes with overseeing, guiding, massaging, and encouraging a child's life is a lot. It really is. Besides that cute cuddly baby? Oh he turns into a teenager with stinky feet, p.s. I love 'em. Lord...
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
I'm normally a really punctual chick, so that I've been running habitually late to work, for the last month or so has me vexed. Today was not out of the ordinary. I was late. I got up in time. Got showered and dressed in time, but still managed to be tardy. I know part of the time wasted had to do with multiple visits...
Saturday, February 19, 2011
My trip to LA, a few weeks ago, was eye opening, for several reasons. In this moment, I'm sharing with you just one of 'em. My best friend annoyingly kept belting out the chorus to Katy Perry's song Firework. The song, though poppy and catchy, got the gas face from me after seeing her perform it live. She sounded spotty, or pitchy or whatever Randy and nem would say on Idol. I hated it and she's verrrrry painful to watch, dance wise. Well,...
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Can I just state for the record that I hate dating? Sure not as much as I hate being married to a lying azz, cheating azz, hateful azz mofo, but I still hate dating. There are too many games and my core's getting hard. Seriously, I'm not equipped. I think most men are dogs. I don't trust any of them, sans my son who's known to tell a fib or two. Anyone with a penis gets the gas face and a raised eyebrow. ...
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Eyes beautiful enough to make a cat jealous. Lips pouty enough that no pursing is permitted. Michelle Pfeifer has it all. She can do no wrong in my eyes. She's sleek and underrated. My love affair started with the sequel to Grease, Grease 2. It hasn't ended. I don't think it ever will. I never saw Grease and I never will. I don't know why I identify with her character so much. She's...
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