January 2012
I need someone to talk to.
Now.
Its simple, really.
Love me, I love you back. Hold me, I’ll hold you. Make love to me and I’ll make it my business to please you as well. Lie to me and I’m gonna walk away.
Getting off of this bread crumb diet.
It’s about to be a “loved and lost” type of situation for me because I am worth so much more than I am given. Time means nothing. Clearly time was supposed to pacify me into stupidity. But I’m not going to back track. Not saying its going to be easy, but this woman has got to be put first. I come second to no one.
I want to write another short piece.
Have some of you read it and critique. How about it?
I really want to 'go there' on this blog.
But I know who reads this blog. You know what, I could give half of a fuck if I had one. REAL ASS POSTS coming to a computer near you. Who’s ready?
Men like you make life hard.
Make shit complicated and throw logic out of windows and down chutes. Men like you make women like me crazed, not because of lust. Women like me do not back down from challenges, nor do we walk away from our investments. Breaking you down has been my biggest feat yet. I won’t stop until I win. Until then, life remains hard.
She's more than rachet.
His video was hilarious, but it was too real. These women in the South kill me. Orlando has too many of these running around. Enjoy.
Highs, lows and woes.
My lower body is supposedly my power center, being that I am a Sagittarius. I would love to strengthen and tone my lower half. Killer calves, tighter abs and a nice butt. I’m halfway there thanks to genetics. The rest is on me.
Chris Brown is le sex.
Seriously. I just want to jump around my bedroom to this new song of his. I do however miss that old, smooth, R&B sound from him.
There are no words for how happy I am right now.
Joe Budden. Tis all.
I'm about to die an amazing death. Slaughterhouse...
I DIE, I DIE, I DIE. March 17, 2012, I will get to see my favorite lyricist/rapper/storyteller JOE BUDDEN. This can’t be real right now.
I'm a good amount of bad, right amount of so...
Be careful how you take me in, you might overdose.
He doesn't believe in love, but I believe in him.
Not so sure I always believe in love either, but sometimes I see it in his eyes. Hear love in his voice on a good day and smell it on his chocolate skin. Not all time, but I believe in love.
25 / 366.
I’m in Anatomy and Physiology. I should be paying attention. One would find that I am actually gravely tired and falling asleep in the back of this class. Someone save me.
WatchFor Ahlexandria.
The house is empty and I am barely dressed.
I love these mornings. My sweet smelling mask is on my face, my hair is still tied up and I’m wearing my favorite t-shirt bra and hipsters. I’ve never felt more beautiful. I’m blasting music through my dad’s system, eating breakfast and enjoying being in my skin. There’s nothing more intoxicating than being in love, especially with yourself. I love feeling beautiful.
I don't give a damn if you wanna play with fire....
You make your own bed. You alone will sleep in it, only to wake and do the same shit again. Live how you wanna live, just don’t complain when shit goes haywire.
I don't always have all the answers, but I promise...
Its the least any woman can do for the man she loves.
Kimbella looks like a tranny.
Am I right or am I right? Now, look at a picture of her, blink twice and tell me you don’t see a man. I quit.
"Everything you want will find you the moment you...
I don’t know if I believe this. The “go-getter” in me finds it damn near impossible to sit down and wait for love to find me. I see what I want and I go for it. Fuck this sitting and waiting shit.
Weaves galore!
Sew ins save my life all the time. I am the laziest person under the sun and having the majority of my hair done and sewed away is such a blessing.
21 / 366.
Working a double at Nickelodeon today. Someone pray for me.
Trey Songz does his thing on his mixtapes.
I’m sitting here listening to “Good Feelings” and wondering why the hell I don’t have a good man to call mine. I’d be one hell of a girlfriend/companion/partner if someone was courageous enough to give me the time of day. I guess its another single Valentines Day for me.
Life hurts.
We are not failures because we fall victim to our demons. We are successors for being able to stand again.
victoriousloser asked: Why are you so cool??
Pain and painkillers.
What is there to do when the problem and the solution are the same person? Even more so, the source of your pain & the only alleviation? Anyone?
18 / 366.
11 months until the big 2-1. How am I spending my day? Doing job applications. Good news, I got a 49/50 on this Anatomy & Physiology Exam. Yay, me.
Princess parking makes my day.
I love it.
Necessary weight gain.
I need to put on weight. No, I want to and would love to weigh more than 120. I think for me the weight is weirdly distributed. I don’t like to stretch and see my entire rib cage. It freaks me out. I’m pretty sure birth control will help with that and maybe frequenting the gym wouldn’t be a bad idea. Any suggestions?
Spiders should be non-existent.
I don’t know who decided that they were essential, but I do know how pissed I am that they exist. Like, seriously. I see them and get chills. Curse you eight legged demon.
You a bop, gimme top.
Sounds lewd and a bit unlady like, but there’s nothing in the world more amazing than good head. Wait, maybe cheesecake.
I've given up on red lipstick.
Sue me.
Having a Chrianna moment.
Still can’t believe I met them both, at the same time. I really did love them together.
I want an acoustic guitar.
Seriously.
Erin Paula and Frank Ocean work for me.
Match made in music heaven. She’s the reason I want to learn to play the guitar.
Simple math.
You wanted the real me. So I gave it to you. Turns out I was one handful too many for you and you didn’t know how to deal with it. What do I do in response? Become annoyed and shut down for fear of COMPLETELY ruining a friendship. I’m not the woman you thought I was.