Someone To Call My Lover

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 say I'm crazy cause
Easily I fall in love
You gotta do it different J
This time

Maybe we'll meet at a bar
He'll drive a funky car
Maybe we'll meet at a club
And fall so deeply in love
He'll tell me I'm the one
And we'll have so much fun
I'll be the girl of his dreams maybe

Alright maybe gonna find him today
I gotta get someone to call my lover
Yeah baby come on
Alright baby come in
Pass my way
I gotta get someone to call my lover
Yeah baby come on

I E YI

I spoil them when I'm in love
Giving them what they dream of
Sometimes it's not a good thing
But I'm blind

I love hard with everything
Giving my all more than they
I'll take my friends' advice this time
I'll do it differently

Maybe we'll meet at a bar
He'll drive a funky car
Maybe we'll meet at a club
And fall so deeply in love
He'll tell me I'm the one
And we'll have so much fun
I'll be the girl of his dreams maybe

Alright maybe gonna find him today
I gotta get someone to call my lover
Yeah baby come on
Alright baby come in
Pass my way
I gotta get someone to call my lover
Yeah baby come on

I E YI

My my
Looking for a guy guy
I don't want him too shy
But he's gotta have the qualities
That I like in a man
Strong, smart, affectionate
He's gotta be all for me
And I'll be too
You see happily

Maybe we'll meet at a bar
He'll drive a funky car
Maybe we'll meet at a club
And fall so deeply in love
He'll tell me I'm the one
And we'll have so much fun
I'll be the girl of his dreams maybe

Alright maybe gonna find him today
I gotta get someone to call my lover
Yeah baby come on
Alright baby come in
Pass my way
I gotta get someone to call my lover
Yeah baby come on

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Far Away

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 gays, both male and female, though I know mostly guys and it breaks my heart that they ever have to face fear and aggression, because of who they're loving, bumpin' or grindin'.   Now, I can't listen to this song without getting teary eyed and busting into some Buddhist chant.  It's beautiful, in a weird way, and I hope its message meets the intended parties.  








So sad to see you go so soon
I know that you ain't coming back
In the beginning everything was cool
Toward the end of it all it's all bad
I know I played my part in making it what it is
And I know that you did the same
I guess I'm up outta here
I'm moving on again
I'm sure that you will understand
I play by the rules
You play by the game
I couldn't have stayed
It's easier to say
Cause I was by your side
When you went through the pain
I guess it doesn't matter now that you're so far away

And every minute you're gone
I'm missing you so
I can't believe that you're far away
Can't get you out of my mind
Boy you're out of my life
I can't believe that you're far away
If you could hear me baby
Now that you're so far away
Didn't want you to go babe, babe

Ooh tear stains on my pillow
Tryna forget ya
Don't know what I'm gonna do
More days and counting
I've been laying and staring
Myself in the mirror
All alone in my room
I can't feel this way again
Gonna think with my head
Cause my heart is what got me here
So hurt from what you've done
More than enough reasons for me to move on
Cause I gave you my word
You put your trust in me
Supposed to be the one to give you what you need
I was by your side
When we were meant to be
Guess it doesn't matter now that you're so

Far away
And every minute you're gone
I'm missing you so
I can't believe that you're far away
Can't get you out of my mind
Boy you're out of my life
I can't believe that you're far away
If you could hear me baby
Now that you're so far away
Yeah...

If I'd have known Sunday morning
That you would be gone
I would have never come home
I wouldn't have answered my phone
To hear the voice at your tone
I knew that something was wrong babe
The cops who had told me
That you was alone inside an empty room
Identified you as my baby
Oh my baby
So far away

And every minute you're gone
I'm missing you so
I can't believe that you're far away
Can't get you out of my mind
Boy you're out of my life
I can't believe that you're far away
If you could hear me baby
Now that you're so far away
Yeah...
Can't believe that you're gone

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I'm So Excited!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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 many times have you sent or received a text that read "LOL"? You know damn well you weren't really laughing out loud and just ignore your suspicions that the sender wasn't either. What lights my fire are the "LMAO" (laughing my azz off) replies. But, what really burns me are the "ROTFL" (rolling on the floor laughing) texts. YOU'RE NOT ROLLING ON THE FLOOR!!! Just recently, I saw "ROTFLCOPTER" which means rolling on the floor laughing and spinning around. Do I even need to comment on this? I mean seriously. You can if you want, but I'm not touching it.

Now, I've done the LOL lying thing before, but here's where I'm really guilty. The other day, I was skimming over some text-versations and noticed how many times I added an exclamation mark at the of my sentences. It was obscene, the amount. I doubled-up, even trippled-up the bats and balls. Practically everything ended in an exclamation mark. Some examples include:

"OK!"
"Hey chica!"
"No! Boil it for what?"
"So NOT a party!"
"Happy Birthday Boo!!!"
"Yay!"
"Too wild!"
"WTF!!!"
"LOL!"
"Enjoy!"
"Uh huh! Whatever, sucka. LOL!!!"
"I lost five pounds!!!"
"HUSH!!!" (caps and bats really bring home the point)
"Finger snaps!"
"Umkay!"
"Nice!"
"What?!?!" (the quest-clamation mark is a sinful combination on the rise)
"Hiyah!"
"So many incense smells!"
"Osama's a goner!!!!!!!!"

So, you get the point. It's crazy right? Since then, I've put myself on exclamation probation. I'm only going to use it when necessary or appropriate, i.e. "to indicate strong feelings or high volume." I have to say, it's been hard, real hard, but I'm determined! (what the hell, a few for the road, LOL!!!)

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Twirl-Wind

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 for me to gussied up, I'm gonna take it.  Took the hell outta it, too.  I'm fond of my shape and I've been known to work the curves and prop that thang up juuuuust right in a booty popping, taken from the side pic.  But on Saturdee I was demure as hell.  I loved it.  A hint of my back showed and it was the perfect amount, especially since my bra never made an appearance in the sliver of back fabric.  What's more...my dress made a delicate swish swashy noise, which made it seem all the more fancy.  My 6 inch heels matched splendidly and who doesn't want the freedom to carry an eentsy weensy purse containing nothing but lip stuff?  Who???  I tell ya.  I felt like a doll and twirled like one.  I'm totally looking forward to more days like that.

Butt of course there's a quasi-booty shot.

My smile was so bright.  I couldn't hide it.  

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