Baby You're a Firrrrrework!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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, best friend and one of her fabulous friends did everything in their power to convince me to give her (Katy) another chance. "Feel it Boo. Get into it," she said. "Go online and listen to the song and read the lyrics. DO IT." Damn, okay. I promised I would. I did. This bytch right here (me) actually got teary eyed. I mean, I'm such a sucka for lyrics, good meaningful ones. Ms. Perry gets the green light and thumbs up from me. I just love the feeling of feeling connected to others' thoughts, especially when it's someone not in my category. Hope you enjoy it too.




Firework, the lyrics

Do you ever feel like a plastic bag
Drifting through the wind, wanting to start again?
Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin
Like a house of cards, one blow from caving in?

Do you ever feel already buried deep?
Six feet under screams but no one seems to hear a thing
Do you know that there's still a chance for you
'Cause there's a spark in you?

You just gotta ignite the light and let it shine
Just own the night like the 4th of July

'Cause baby, you're a firework
Come on, show 'em what you're worth
Make 'em go, oh
As you shoot across the sky

Baby, you're a firework
Come on, let your colors burst
Make 'em go, oh
You're gonna leave 'em falling down

You don't have to feel like a waste of space
You're original, cannot be replaced
If you only knew what the future holds
After a hurricane comes a rainbow

Maybe you're reason why all the doors are closed
So you could open one that leads you to the perfect road
Like a lightning bolt, your heart will blow
And when it's time, you'll know

You just gotta ignite the light and let it shine
Just own the night like the 4th of July

'Cause baby you're a firework
Come on, show 'em what you're worth
Make 'em go, oh
As you shoot across the sky

Baby, you're a firework
Come on, let your colors burst
Make 'em go, oh
You're gonna leave 'em falling down

Boom, boom, boom
Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon
It's always been inside of you, you, you
And now it's time to let it through

'Cause baby you're a firework
Come on, show 'em what you're worth
Make 'em go, oh
As you shoot across the sky

Baby, you're a firework
Come on, let your colors burst
Make 'em go, oh
You're gonna leave 'em falling down

Boom, boom, boom
Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon
Boom, boom, boom
Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon

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Middle of The Road

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.  I know, it's phucked up, but I've been through some shyt, and as much as I HATE saying this, "it is what it is" 'til I change it!   

I just did the finger count and it's been over three years, since I've been single.  I've had my share of meet-n-greets with the fellas and a few have stuck around, either in my heart or memory.  I've dated some youngins and some seniors and they're pretty much the same, mentally and physically (read into it as much as you'd like).  Aaliyah was right, age really ain't nothing but a number. If put in the position, I always thought I'd settle down (again) with an older dude, but it doesn't look like that's gonna happen.  What they lack in currency, the make up for in experience.  As for the youngins, what they lack in experience, they make up for in currency and enthusiasm.  I can say this much, chivalry didn't kill everyone.  There are a few youngins who actually open your door, without getting the cue of neck rolls and your eyes leading his hand to the handle.  Yeah, that's some of them.  You'd expect the seasoned senior "from the old school" to know better, but they don't.  And it sucks, either way.

If caught at the right time, middle-aged men can put themselves on the map.  Show and prove and develop into a seasoned senior.  Hell, they're young enough to have learned from both the seniors and youngins.  Where they fall short is in the fashion department.  It's not their forte.  They can still rock some Chucks without looking square.  But they're pants fit PERFECTTLY and are more likely to dangle (you know at the ankle, because they're too short for fear of being too long) and that's not a good look.  They take better care of their bodies, before youth slips away.  Unlike the senior and the youngin', their squirt proportions are usually  on point (TWSS).  They never seem to bathe in their cologne.  They get it just right, so as to not tease you with the scent, but not overpower you with it.  They're the saving grace I think.  I don't know.  Only time will tell, but for now  spring chickens and old geezers unite!  Make this gal a believer again.

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