Tuesday, November 30, 2004


Monchichis Posted by Hello

Monchichis Posted by Hello

What ever happened to....?

Do you all remember back in the day when you looked forward to the "season premieres" of Saturday morning cartoons? It may have just been me and my friends but man...I couldn't wait for the new cartoons to come out. They were good cartoons too. They were kid friendly and all! Nowadays, cartoons are mad violent. WTF is a Pokeman? I know I touched on this a little bit in my "Things I loved in the 80's" entry. But I just have to back track a bit. I was wondering... whatever happened to the Monchichis?!? I know I'm not the only one who remembers those things. I even had me a Monchichi toy. It used to suck its thumb. Well...it didn't actually "suck" it but you could stick the thumb in the Monchichi's mouth to similate thumb sucking. LOL We used to even have a little hand clap song (similar to twittle leetle leet). It went something like this..."Monchichi, monchichi... I can play Atari. Monchichi, Monchichi...I can do Karate..." and so on. I can't remember all the damn words but hey...I remember some of them. lol But I betcha I can still hang with the girls on the playground during recess doing "Down Down baby! Down Down the rollercoaster!" I wonder if they still do that during recess these days? Do those mugs even have recess these days?!? Anyway, whatever happened to the Smurfs? Did Smurfette finally get smurfed? LOL You know they used "smurf" as a verb for anything. I got smurfed. LOL Oooh...I bet ya'll don't remember Rainbow Brite?!? He-Man and the Powers of the universe...or something like that. No, no...it was the Masters of the Universe. ha hahahaha Shit..I was close enough. Wow...I loved He-Man AND She-Ra! Shiiit. I was THE Princess of Power! Aww man...whatabout the Great Space Coaster? That shit used to come on early as hell in the morning before we went to school. Maybe it was just a Michigan thing. I don't remember too many people talking about that show. It wasn't an actual cartoon, perse. I could go on and on about my favorite cartoons from back in the day. I had soooo many! I'd be stuck in front of the tv with my bowl of Cookie Crisp or Sugar Smacks. I didn't even want to leave to use the bathroom. It was serious. C'mon. I know I'm not the only one who was like that.
On another nostalgic note....
I was reading somebody's entry not too long ago. They were talking about how folks, black folks in particular can mess up some song lyrics. LOL But check it out. While reading that, I started thinking about a lot of the songs that I used to mess up as a child. Honestly, I couldn't even begin to tell you what I was saying. I'm just thinking about the actual songs I was singing back when I was let's say.....the ages of 8 - 12 or so? For instance, Juicy Fruit. What the heck did I know about some damn Juicy Fruit other than the gum?!? "I like it.....I need it. Oh girl!....(funky beat) Oooh.....sweet as honeydew. Close my eyes...oh what fantasy. And you're here....you're right here with meeeeeee...yeaaaaah. yeah. Juicy." I'd be remissed if I didn't mention my all time favorite. Nasty Girl by Vanity 6. Oooowee! You talk about a nasty ass song! This girl said, she needs 6 inches more in the song! "Get it out...get it out. I can't wait anymore! " *lightbulb moment* Hmm....let me ponder a bit. *rubbing my chin* Maybe that's why I was so fast during my childhood years. Was....you say? Forget you! ha hahaha Anywho....reflecting on those times and songs makes me realize that all that may be attributed to who I am today. *still rubbin my chin* Yes...yes...that would explain my freaky tendencies. Ain't that 'bout a blip?!? Blame it on the music, I say. Blame it on the music. *lightbulb extinguished* Again, I can go on and on with this particular subject as well. But...I'm not.

Friday, November 19, 2004


How 'bout those Pistons, eh?

**my background music, MC Breed..."There Ain't no Future in your frontin"

Man...I was sitting here watching the Pistons v. Pacers game tonight. The next thing I knew, mugs were scrappin! WTF?!? I mean, don't get me wrong. I'm not surprised at the incident. Even sadder, I expect and accept this barbaric type of behavior from my Michiganders. Particularly, those from the "D", metropolitan area on up to good ole Flint. They keep showing clips from the brawl on ESPN. I'm just waiting for Memphis and Sacramento to go to halftime. ESPN is supposed to show the entire brawl again. This time, I'm looking for folks that I know. ha ha ha ha I know that's TERRIBLE! The thing that pissed me off the most in this whole ordeal is the final score. 97-82 The Pistons lost! I feel like Ester Rolle on Good Times. Damn! Damn! Damn! I need to be at somebody's bar drinking beer and talking shit! LOL Well...scratch the beer. I don't drink beer. French Martini, perhaps? hee hee Picture that, me drinking a French Martini and talking shit. Somehow shit talkin and Martinis don't go together. I need to have my behind in bed. But here I am, trying to...ok. Wait a minute. It's half time. Boy....that mess was crazy!!! What's really going on? How the heck did it get to that point? I saw beer flyin, chairs flying...it was straight up fisticuffs everywhere. The Pacers could barely make it to the locker room for Pistons fans dumping damn popcorn, trash, beer and the likes on them. I saw Jamaal Tinsley, IndianaPacers player, come out of the locker room entry with a damn dustpan in his hand. You know, the commercial dustpan that janitors use. He was holding that mug like a damn baseball bat. LOL He was finna commence to whooping some ass with that thang! Got.Damn! I bet it was MASS HYSTERIA trying to get out of the Palace and the parking lot tonight. But all joking aside, this is a serious matter. How did it even get to this point? How are NBA officials going to deal with this? What was up with security? I'm referring mainly to fans coming on the damn court. Perhaps it was so much going on that the court couldn't be properly secured. However, it seems like the perimeter of the court should be secured at all times. Grant it, NBA players are going to have to deal with the opposing team's hecklers here and there. But damn! I bet they never expected no mess like this. What's really going on? Who's to blame in this particular incident? Further, there were a lot of children present too. That's one thing that is most upsetting to me. Knowing that there were children there to witness this melee. Some of them may be traumatized from this experience. I love going to basketball games. I'm actually looking forward to taking my son to some NBA games. But damn....do I need to think twice before taking him to an open arena? What is this damn world coming to? I can't go out and be the social butterfly that I SO enjoy being and not worry about whether a fight is going to break out. Who am I kidding? I've been dealing with that issue since my damn high school days in Flint.*shaking my head in shame* Brawls are no longer reserved for bar rooms. It has truly expanded to awards shows, baseball games, basketball games, etc. (this would be a perfect place to insert that little Audible beaver from yahoo messenger. You know the one..."sucking teeth and then he says don't make me hurt you!")

Wednesday, November 17, 2004


Vibe Awards

Quick question and this is all I'm going to say about the Vibe awards.
Why did Tyra Banks look like "Blanka" from Street Fighter? Did you see her hair? Man...if she didn't look like Blanka's ass....I don't know who did! I was sitting there looking at her when she first came out on stage. As soon as I saw her hair, I said, "Damn! She looks like friggin Blanka! Awwwyooget! (sound from Super Nintendo Street Fighter) She looked a hot mess. Well, her hair looked a hot mess. That's my girl and I enjoy watching her on ANTM....but damn! True enough, I could say more about the ghetto extravaganza. But I don't even have time to list the Good, Bad and just plain Ugly! Although, I'd love to talk about the damn squabble no doubt. I'm not even going to address it. Just plain ghetto.

Monday, November 15, 2004


A query for Cupid...

Can one honestly maintain a true friendship with somebody they used to be in a relationship with? Can one seriously move on, to include being in a relationship with somebody else and STILL maintain a friendship with their ex? This is not a question that just came to mind. This is something that I've been wondering for years. When does it come a point that he or she just can't let go? I'm not saying that it can't happen. I'm just....I don't know. How does the person on the other side....the next person you're in a relationship with...deal with their current lover or prospective lover being friends with his or her ex? Here's the thing, I have a friend who is really digging this guy. They have not defined their relationship. They're pretty much just friends. Ya know? But...it's no secret that they like each other. During a conversation they were having, his ex girlfriend came up. Basically, he told my friend that they still keep in touch with each other and that they didn't part on bad terms, blah, blah, blah. At this point my friend kind of starts feeling... well....played. Not played by him. Just played by herself. She felt like she played herself for letting her guard down and allowing her heart to take over. After he told her that, she just scurried back into her shell like a snail. Not literally, but you know what I mean. Even though they kicked it for the rest of the day, she wanted to ask him more questions. But she didn't want him to think she was trippin so she left it alone. So she just continued to let it sit on the back burner simmering and leave it alone. For the past year or so she's been good at not allowing anybody to get close to her heart. She's kind of mad at herself for liking him so much. So basically, she just started checking herself. I told her that she shouldn't feel bad or even mad at herself. Sometimes your heart can't control how it feels. It just bees that way sometimes. Ya know? One minute you're head over heels and feeling all giddy. The next minute, you're feeling shitty. Why do matters of the heart have to be so complicated? The problem that she has is that she doesn't want to compete for his attention. She kind of feels like he's going to eventually get back with his ex-girlfriend. Afterall, they didn't part on bad terms. They're just taking a "break." I couldn't suggest anything at the time. What do you think?

Friday, November 12, 2004


No my brutha, you got to get yo own!

Ya'll remember that Slow Jams commercial on BET from back in the day? ROFLMAO
Anyway, that commercial came to my mind after a girlfriend of mine asked to borrow something of mine. Let me let some of you in on a little secret you may not have known. I can be stingy as hell. *GASP* Yes...yes....it is true. hee hee Shiiit. Who am I kidding? That ain't no secret. Those that know me KNOW I'm stingy with my stuff. Again, I blame it on being an only child. I'm not used to sharing.....certain things, that is. Let me back up a bit. It's not that I'm not a giving person. I think I'm a very giving person. It's in my loving, Pisces nature to be a giving person. However, when it comes to my clothes, shoes, accessories, some food products, etc. I can be very stingy. I've always been that way. Also back in my college days, I was stingy with my kool-aid, sweet tea and Doritos. hee hee However, if you needed a place to crash for a few days, food to eat (sometimes) I would be more than willing to share my space and food. I had this one roommate in college who would take it upon herself to wear my clothes. My classes were earlier than hers so I'd usually leave before her. Anyway, I remember being on the yard one day and she popped up there with not only a shirt of mine but a complete ensemble of mine! Hell.to.the.naw! Maybe if it was just a shirt I wouldn't have minded. Maybe if we didn't roll in the same circle of friends, I wouldn't have minded. But damn! Ask a sistah first. That mess drove me crazy! But I'd never say anything. She used to use my cordless phone during the evenings after class and stay on that mug all night talking to her man. She'd bring the phone back after the battery started chirping. I say again...Hell.to.the.naw. I would be so pissed but I'd never say anything. Maybe that's why she continued to do the things she did. She probably thought I didn't mind. I think that's why I'm the way I am today. I was already kind of stingy but college made me stingiER. But anyway, my girl wanted to borrow my Gucci purse. Nope! I say. You might say, that's just stingy. So what. It's mine. Wait a minute. *quick subject change* I just thought of something completely off the subject. Everytime I say or hear somebody say, "So, it's mine." I think of this one time back in 8th grade. Go back with me, if you will. (hear the harp playing signifying going back in time) I was sitting at my desk. Up in the front ofcourse because we had to sit alphabetically. This one cat named Chad (he was slightly touched...i think) went up to talk to the teacher about something. While standing there waiting to get acknowledged, he dug up his butt! I happened to be looking up there cuz I'm nosey as hell and and saw this disgusting act. It was even more disgusting because of who he was. Anyway, I said, "Uuuuugh Chad!" He turned around and said in his slow tone of voice, "So...it's mine!" I thought that was the funniest yet nastiest shit! And I never forgot it. Me and my best childhood manfriend laugh about it to this day. Ok....back to the subject at hand. I paid for it with my hard earned cash. hee hee And I didn't get it from the bootlegger. Thank.You. As far as my outfits go. Nope. You're not finna funk my outfits up. Nosireebob. I've learned the hard way that people don't take care of your stuff the way you take care of your own stuff. Know what I mean? Not only that, sometimes folks conveniently forget that they BORROWED something from you. Basically, you're dealing with a person who's been scorned by friends who have taken advantage of my kindness. So the next time you think about asking to borrow something from me, think again. *smooches*


Random thoughts...

It has been brought to my attention that some more folks that I know personally have become acquainted with my blog. Knowing this, I have to make sure I watch what I say as I'd love to preserve the "good girl" image that they may have about me. *wink* Damn those links! hee hee Naw...I'm kidding. But it is easier to be candid with folks who don't know you at all and/or those who REALLY know you to the core or even those you simply don't care what they think about you. LOL It warms my heart to know that others are enjoying or have enjoyed reading my entries. Besides, I love the acknowledgement and attention as I've mentioned to a few of you. Hey...can't help it. I'm an only child. You know only children love all eyes being on them. LOL We're "special folks". Not as "special" as the way fellow blog pal looks in these pictures. hee hee Shouts out to The Brutha Code. You're right bruh....you did look like HandiMan. "Never underestimate the power of the handicap!!!" Some of ya'll wouldn't even get that. Although, I'm sure some of you remember HandiMan and his infamous saying as he made his exit. LOL Anywho, I'm sitting here at work KNOWING that I should be doing some actual work. I just can't get it in me to do any. Today is most folks' Friday. Unfortunately, it's my Thursday...so to speak. I have to work tomorrow. I hate working on Saturdays. It just doesn't seem natural. However, when Monday rolls around, I'm cool because while most of ya'll are at work, I'm chillin at home. That is, after I get up and take my son to day care. What? You think I'm going to keep him at home with me on my off day? Yeah. Right! *Subject change* You know what? I've really come to enjoy writing entries on my blog. I really do. Shouts out to my blog mama and FAB-U-LOUS linesister KK (aka CIA because she is so tight lipped with info) who peaked my interest. The Kajuana Show. I call her my blog mama because she's helped out in the rearing of my blogness world. She's the one I call on when I need a helping hand. Thanks KK! *Subject change* I know I said that I hate working on Saturdays but I'm looking forward to tomorrow. My friend that I spoke of in my Unspoken Thoughts entry, is coming to visit me again tomorrow. Yay! I'm excited about that. Unfortunately, I still have to come to work though. You know tomorrow is going to be a looooong work day for me. He'll be here after I get off work. Maybe I'll have some more unspoken thoughts to share on Monday. Hmmm....a thought to ponder on. We'll see if I can muster up enough "e"courage as Kajuana so put it. OBKB....I think I've shared enough random thoughts on this here entry. I have so many blog topics. Let's see if I can start and complete another entry before quitting time. That would make three in one day. Somehow, I'm beginning to doubt that I'm going to complete the third entry. Seeing as though it's almost quitting time. *smooches*


Public display of affection

First off, let me say that I'm open to public display of affection. For instance, holding hands, hugs, soft kisses on lips, cheek, neck... You know, that type of thing. However, there comes a line ____ that you just don't cross. Well...at least shouldn't cross. Especially after a certain age. In particular hickeys/passion marks. I was at work the other day handling some business. Well, while I was sitting there going through my paperwork I looked up at the lady that was assisting me. "What is that on this girl's neck?" I said to myself. Mind you, she was all of probably 25 - 30 years old. I tried to be inconspicuous during my wide-eyed gaze of her neck. hee hee I didn't want her to think that I was "checking her out." You know, these days you can't be too sure. She was a cute girl though. Anyway, I concluded that it was a hickey on her neck and not just some random scar or bruise. So being the outspoken person that I can be at times, I said..."Damn girl...that's a serious hickey you got on your neck." Yeah...I called her out and I don't know her from Adam. I just couldn't resist! ha ha She said (with no shame, I might add) "Yeah....my boyfriend did that on purpose. (ya think?) She said that was his way of keeping guys from trying to holla at her. What.Ever. I'm nodding my head like I understand. All the while I'm thinking, "That shit is crazy." I mean, I understand that we work in a male dominated field and what not. But to put a damn hickey on my neck for the world to see.....is soooo not cool. Basically, it just lets folks, particularly the coochie crazed men, know or at least speculate your business. Background snickering..... "Yeah...I know what she was doing last night." Hence, making the men we work with want to pursue her for nothing else but a roll in the hay or to suck on her neck even. LOL But this leads me to another era....let's see....1988-89ish. These were the days when I too, fell victim to the hickey. My boyfriend, the same one from My first pt. 1, liked to put hickies on me. I mean, the more I think about it, what was the purpose? Here I am letting you put your trademark on me. Branding me with your damn lips, if you will. ha! And the shit didn't even really feel good. It may have at first but if a mug is sitting there sucking on one damn spot of your neck or various other parts of your body, tell that mug to relocate to another section of your body....quickly! Statements I should have made: I feel my damn blood clotting. Man can you see that shit? I mean, I understand you want folks to know that I'm taken but damn! You might as well piss on me like a damn dog marking his territory. hee hee No pun intended. When I typed that last part, I immediately thought about RKelly. But that's another subject. I might be into a lot of things but getting pissed on ain't one of them. I'd be pissed off if a mug pissed on me. I'd be pissed off to the highest level of pisstivity! Back to the matter at hand.... I remember one day my father saw a hickey on my neck. Man....I thought he was going to KILL me! As a matter of fact, I think he did whoop my ass. Ever since then, I was a hickey free girl. Well...hickey neck free. hee hee You'd think I would have learned my lesson, eh?

Tuesday, November 09, 2004


Things I loved in the 80's....

These are not written in order of preference. I was sitting here reminiscing (as i do quite often) and started thinking about the 80's. Damn, I miss those days. Gone are the worry and trouble free days...
Oh... I do realize that I still have to complete part II of my first. I'll get back to that momentarily. *smooches*

1. The music!!! Damn....I miss that universal, we got the beat, hey micky type of music. Know what I mean? From Duran Duran to Stetsasonic. Oooh! Ya'll don't know nothing 'bout Stetsasonic. ha!
2. Atari (Donkey Kong, Pac Man, Space Invaders....etc.) I played Atari so much that I developed a callus on the inside of my hand between my thumb and pointer finger. ROFL
3. Calico Vision ( i didn't have this but knew kids who had it and couldn't figure out for the life of them what to do with all those other knobs and what nots on the joystick/control thingy.)
4. Cabbage Patch Kids - Man...why did my parents almost get into a fight at the toy store for one of these damn dolls???? Kids were crazy about these dolls. Needless to say, I got my Cabbage Patch Kid.
5. Hot Pink and other flouresent colors. I look at pictures now and ask myself, "Why?"
6. Fraggle Rock - What?!? I loved, loved, LOVED this show.
7. Saturday morning cartoons. I used to seriously look forward to the Saturday morning cartoons all the time. Especially the new cartoons. (Snorks, Smurfs, The Littles....)
8. Right On! magazine
9. The Beat magazine
10. Michael Jackson poster (you know the one when he had that yellow sweater vest and white pants on....and hands in pocket)
11. Chinese Jumprope (jump in, jump out, jump side to side, jump on. Was this a Michigan thing? not sure)
12. That rope/string game we played with our hands. (witch's broomstick)
13. Rubix Cube
14. Uno
15. War (i declare war card game)
16. Breakin, Electric Boogaloo
17. Jet top 20 singles and albums
18. French braid down the middle of my head.
19. Rubber bracelets
20. Baby Soft perfume (although that shit stunk)
21. Wet -n- Wild products
22. Garbage Pail Kids
23. Cosby Show
24. Dynasty
25. ABC afterschool specials
26. Colored Levis
27. Leg Warmers
28. Swatch watches
29. Swinging on the swings - remember doing the butterfly with your friends? connecting your feet inside the swing of the person next to you and then having somebody push you both at the same time.)
30. Dodgeball
31. Kickball
32. Lee Press On nails
33. Life (game)
34. Connect Four
35. Ramona Quimby books
36. Sweet Valley High books
37. Those Science Fiction books where you could choose your own endings
38. Hide and Go Seek
39. Hide and Go Get it
40. Freeze Tag
41. TV Tag
42. Curb (game we played in Flint)
43. Mother May I?
44. Red Light, Green Light
45. Playing house and doctor....hee hee
46. Having to be in when the street lights came on 47. Electric blue eyeliner (thanks for the reminder Kajuana!) I definitely wore this on a regular. Again, I ask myself, "Why" when I look at those pictures.

Thursday, November 04, 2004


My first...pt 1

This actually occurred twice. The very first time was so damn disgusting to me that I don’t even count it. It didn’t help that I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing either. Let me paint a picture for you…..
It was the summer of 1986. My girlfriend and I were out riding our bikes. I was pushing my blue Huffy 10 speed and my girl was pushing her pink and gray Huffy 10 speed. We were funky fresh! I was looking cute too. Shoot….I was sporting my new Lottos with the removable color patches. You.Couldn’t.Tell.Me.NOTHING We decided to venture off to the next neighborhood. You know, the neighborhood across that one busy street your mama told you not to cross. It wasn’t a bad neighborhood. Mama and ‘nem just didn’t want us to venture off too far away from home. Anyway, being the fast tail girls that we were, we decided to mosey on across the busy street to meet up with some friends. Just hard-headed! There was this boy I liked that lived across the way. He was sooo cute to me. You know the kind. He was light-skinnded and had wavy hair. His name was Michael. Ooowee! Did I love me some Michael. Anyway, we met up with Michael and a couple of his friends. Again, being the fast tail girls that we were, we were out there flirting.. Well we were trying to flirt but they weren’t paying us no mind. You know how boys are at age 12 when they’re around their friends. Michael and his friends were playing basketball in his driveway. Michael had a basketball hoop on his garage so everybody used to be over there. Anyway, at the end of the game, Michael and his boy Omar decided to come holla at me and my girl. Somehow, we got on the subject of kissing. Michael must have asked me for a kiss and instead of saying no, I was like ok! I was scarred as hell! What was I going to do? I had never kissed a boy before. I didn’t want him to think I hadn’t kissed before. Ok…ok. Think Brown Sugar….what are you going to do? We walked to the side of Michael’s house and well, the next thing I knew, Michael was coming towards me with his eyes closed, head turned partially to the side and mouth wide open. So I did what he did except close my eyes. LOL Michael laid a big, fat, wet, sloppy…..ass kiss on me. There was NO TONGUE action. There we were, turning our heads from side to side like we were actors playing out a scene on Young and the Restless. I swear, my whole damn face was wet from his spit. It was a very spitty experience. YUCK! Ewww! Gagging…. That muhfucka had the nerve to tell his boy I couldn’t kiss.
Coincidentally, this guy’s name was Michael also. He also was light-skinnded (I know how I spelled it), wavy hair and had green eyes. Now this boy….I was truly in love with. It was our 7th grade year. I walked into my homeroom on the first day of 7th grade and saw him. It was love at first sight...for me. I knew it was meant to be! LOL Anyway, months and months went by of constant playing and flirting with each other. The day came, March 2, 1987. It was after school. I had cheerleading practice and he had basketball practice. Well, we were up on the 3rd floor of our school. Our lockers happened to be right next to each other. We were getting our things together to walk down to the gym. Well….Michael asked me for a kiss. “Oh lawd! Here we go again.” Ok…I’m nervous as shit. Anyway, by the time we make it down to the gym, I had built up enough nerve to give him some shuga. Well, we walked past the gym towards our swimming pool. We stopped in the breezeway between the gym and the pool. I was chewing on some apple Now & Laters. I asked him if he wanted some and he said, “I’ll just take what you have in your mouth.” (me…blushing) Well the next thing I knew, he leaned over and kissed me. He slipped his tongue in my mouth and went to work. I just followed his lead. Now that….was a good first kiss. Who said I couldn’t kiss?!? (smile)
Sexual Encounter
The year was 1988. One Saturday night, my parents went to a dance. They were always going out to dances and parties. Well, this one particular night, I was talking to my boyfriend on the phone when they left. We had been talking about having sex with each other. He knew that I had never had sex before. Well I had somehow decided that tonight was the night. I had heard some of my other girlfriends talking about they’re experiences and well….I was ready to experience it myself. We made arrangements for him to come through the backyard to the back door of my garage. I left the door unlocked for him while I kept a lookout. He didn’t live too far from me so it didn’t take him long to get there. Once he got there, we went straight up to my bedroom. Ok….so here we are trying to do the nasty. He tried and tried to get it in. It just wasn’t working. My little coochie was not having it. Anyway, he kept trying and eventually broke through. Man….that shit hurt like hell. Who the hell said sex feels good?!? I beg to differ! Anyway, I’m going through the motions like it feels good and what not. I think I’m finally getting into it when….”BANG!” I hear a door close downstairs. Ohhhh Shhiiiiiit! My parents are home already! Uh-oh! Man….I never saw anybody move sooo fast. We jumped up off that bed, gathered all his shit and I stuffed him and all his shit under my bed. OMG! What was I going to do?!? My parents were coming up the stairs. I jumped back in my bed and pretended like I was knocked out. My daddy turned on my light to see if I was sleep and walked over to the bed. “What the hell is he doing? Doesn’t he see I’m sleep?” I laid there, stiff as a board. My heart was beating outside of my chest. He stood there for a second and then let my window down, which was over my bed. Then he walked back out my bedroom. He turned the light out as he left. Ok…what the hell were we going to do? My parents’ room was right next to mine. I had to somehow get him down the stairs and out the house without them noticing. It seemed like it took for damn ever for them to go to sleep. Once the coast was clear, he crawled from under my bed, put his clothes on and we somehow, in a stealth- like fashion, went down the steps. I somehow got him out of the house without incident. Phew! (wiping forehead) If I drank at that time, that would have been a good time to grab me a night cap.

Tuesday, November 02, 2004


99 problems

1. Copy this whole list into your journal.
2. Bold the things that are true about you.
3. Whatever you don't bold is false.

01. When I was younger, I made some bad decisions
02. I don't watch much TV these days
03. I love olives
04. I love sleeping
05. I own lots of books
06. I wear glasses or contact lenses
07. I love to play video games
08. I've tried marijuana
09. I've watched porn movies (i may even be addicted to porn)
10. I have been in a threesome
(don't even ask)
11. I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship(dang...i did go off on that girl and threatened to kick her ass a few times while at hu. damn...is that classified as psycho tho?)
12. I believe honesty is usually the best policy
13. I have acne free skin
14. I like and respect Al Sharpton
15. I curse frequently
16. I have changed a lot mentally over the last year
(motherhood will do that)
17. I have hobbies
18. I've been told I: (women) have an applebottom, (men) am packing.
19. I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me
20. I'm really, really smart
21. I've never broken someone's bones
22. I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal
23. I hate the rain
24. I'm paranoid at times
25. I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free
26. I need money right now
27. I love Sushi
28. I talk really, really fast (sometimes....especially if i'm pissed)
29. I have fresh breath in the morning
30. I have semi-long hair
31. I have lost money in Las Vegas
32. I have at least one brother and/or one sister
33. I was born in a country outside of the U.S.
34. I shave my legs (females) or face (males) on a regular basis
35. I have a twin
36. I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyes in the past
37. I couldn't survive without Caller I.D.
38. I like the way that I look (although, i'd like to get rid of my baby fat "pooch"

39. I have lied to a good friend in the last 6 months
40. I know how to cornrow
41. I am usually pessimistic
42. I have a lot of mood swings
43. I think prostitution should be legalized
44. I think Britney Spears is hot
45. I have cheated on a Sig. O. in the past
46. I have a hidden talent
47. I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have
48. I think that I'm popular
49. I am currently single
50. I have kissed someone of the same sex
51. I enjoy talking on the phone
52. I practically live in sweatpants
53. I love to shop
54. I would rather shop than eat
55. I would classify myself as ghetto
56. I'm bourgie and have worn a sweater tied around my shoulders
57. I'm obsessed with my Diaryland Blogger.
58. I don't hate anyone. I dislike them.
59. I'm a pretty good dancer
60. I don't think Mike Tyson raped Desiree Washington
61. I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother
62. I have a cell phone
63. I believe in God
64. I watch MTV on a daily basis
65. I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months
66. I love drama
67. I have never been in a real relationship before
68. I've rejected someone before
69. I currently have a crush on someone
70. I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life
71. I want to have children in the future
72. I have changed a diaper before
73. I've called the cops on a friend before
74. I bite my nails
75. I am a member of the Tom Green fan club
76. I'm not allergic to anything (knock on wood)
77. I have a lot to learn
78. I have dated someone at least 10 years older or younger (not seriously tho)
79. I plan on seeing Ice Cube's newest "Friday" movie (been there, done that)
80. I am very shy around the opposite sex (sometimes....)
81. I'm online 24/7, even as an away message
82. I have at least 5 away messages saved
83. I have tried alcohol or drugs at a party
84. I have made a move on a friend's Sig. O. in the past
85. I own the "South Park" movie/episodes
86. I have avoided assignments at work to be online
87. When I was a kid I played "the birds and the bees" with a neighbor or chum

88. I enjoy country music
89. I would die for my best friends
90. I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza
91. I watch soap operas whenever I can (The Young & the Restless)
92. I'm obsessive, anal retentive, and often a perfectionist
93. I have used my sexuality to advance my career
94. I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all
95. I know all the words to Slick Rick's "Children's Story"
96. Halloween is awesome because you get free candy
97. I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it
98. I have dated a close friend's ex
99. I'm happy as of this moment

Monday, November 01, 2004


Unspoken thoughts...

Ok....I mentioned to ya'll previously that I had been phone boning this guy. I mean, I hate to just say phone boning because we actually have a lot of good non-sexual conversations. It's not like we sit on the phone talking about sex. Really, to be honest with you, we've never talked about us having sex with each other, per se. It's been more of a 'round about talk of sex type of thing. Basically, it's not like he sits on the phone talking about how he's going to beat it up and what he's going to do to me when he sees me or vice versa. It's more of an "unspoken phone boning." LOL Well for those of you who are just tuning in, I spoke of him in my entry entitled, Period Woes..... Well, he paid me a visit this past weekend. Considering this was Howard's homecoming weekend and I was going to miss it after all, I had to entertain myself other ways. Let me just say that....it was worth missing homecoming for. At least it was to me. I'm not going to get into every hand on booty detail about his visit. But I will tell you that I can't stop thinking about him and he left this morning headed back home. I met him when we were 18 years old. I liked him. He liked me. A lot of flirting going on. Blah, blah, blah.... One night we laid in my bed. Nothing happened. That was then....this is now. I'm not even going to front. I thought his visit was going to be something similar to that. But it wasn't. The difference now is that we're grown folks. lol Now...don't think that just because he put it down, that's the only reason why I can't stop thinking about him. I put the punanny (say like Dave Chappelle) on him as best I could at the time. hee hee Hopefully, I'm on his mind as well. Anyway.... I thought about him a lot prior to his visit. We may or may not talk every day at some point. No big deal if we don't. But you know...we do a pretty good job at keeping in touch with one another. We're not on some boyfriend/girlfriend type shit. We're just friends. It's all good. Although I'd be frontin if I said that I wasn't diggin him. It's kind of wierd though. I used to really dig him back in the day. Then we lost touch. Through an unfortunate event, we were reunited, if you want to call it that. We hadn't seen each other since 1994 or so. Here it is, 2004. Yeah...it's been a minute. When I saw him, I immediately felt all giddy inside. I almost felt like I saw a long lost....love but in this case, it wasn't love. But hell, you know what I'm talking about. Considering the circumstances of our meeting, I didn't show any of that. I just hugged him and kept my inner most desires to myself. In a conversation we had on a later date, I jokingly said to him that we're destined to be together. But was I really joking??? A thought to ponder on.... Anyway, he still looks the same. I'm sure I still look the same except for some extra baby fat pounds that I can't seem to get rid of. I still look good though! Don't get it twisted. hee hee Plus it ain't nothing that my Winsar Pilates 20 minute work out everyday and a good diet can't fix. LOL Throw in a few GOOD SWEATY SEX sessions and I'm well on my way. Anyway! Where was I??? Oh....ok. I really like this guy. I mean, I'm not in love with him. It's not that serious.....yet. Notice I said yet. ha ha ha Anyway, I HATE but LOVE this feeling that I'm feeling. I hate it because I don't know what to expect. I don't know how I feel. I don't know how he feels. I don't know what I want. I don't know what he wants. I hate not being able to explain what I'm feeling. I wish I could talk to him about it but I don't want him to think that I'm trying to rush into a relationship or anything like that. I'm not that pressed. I've learned from my previous relationship that you can't rush love. But I don't NOT want to say anything and have him thinking that I just want a cut buddy. I love it simply because I like the feeling of actually liking somebody. I love that giddy feeling. That "ooowee, i can't stop thinking about this person for some reason" feeling. That "i can't wait to get to school each day to see him or her" feeling. You know what I'm talking about. I'm such a damn sap. We'll see how this shall pan itself out. Time out: I'm sitting here watching videos (as usual) Destiny Child's video "Can you keep up?" just came on. Why does Beyonce and Kelly have complete verses in the song and Michelle only sings like two lines? Look at them....they are jamming though. But anyway, what's up with that? Why can't Michelle sing more than two lines? Why don't they show Michelle more in the video? It's a conspiracy I say. A conspiracy! C-O-N. Spiracy. Ooooh dang. Look at Jon B. He still looks the same....just like a light skinned black boy wit good hair. lol Gone Jon B. He got a little more bass in his voice too. I think. I'm going to have to break out my old Jon B cd. Ok...time in! Anyway, what is a girl to do??? All this might come to past by the time I go back to work tomorrow. I've been sitting around the house all day. Too much damn time to sit around and daydream about shit. And I'm a Pisces too. We're the pros when it comes to daydreaming. Anyway, let me get my ass off this computer. I've let a whole damn day go by and I haven't done anything. But isn't that the beauty of being off work? No structured activities that involve anything besides sitting on your ass. Besides, I've been typing this entry off and on for about an hour or so. I keep getting up to dance when a video comes on that I like. ha hahaha Picture that!


Who ever said a blind man couldn't put it down?

Me and a friend of mine went to go see the movie, "Ray" last night. First of all, we went to the 8:15pm show. We got there a little before 8:00pm I think. Heck...it may have been a little bit after 8:00pm. The parking lot didn't seem too full. Well as soon as we walked inside the theater itself, I saw nothing but a damn plethora of people already up in that mug. I was like, "DAYUM!" I thought we got there early enough to get a good seat. We ended up sitting in the front section. I was damn near trying to recline my seat into the person's lap behind me. hee hee My eyes eventually adjusted. That was a really good movie. But damn...why the heck was Ray Charles a damn playa?!" Boy....Ray Charles was puttin it down. Shii....i guess you don't need to be able to see to put it down! But I have to say that Jamie Foxx REALLY put it down! I mean, he played the hell out of that part. He was PHENOMENAL! Job well done! I learned a lot about Ray Charles that I otherwise may never have known had I not seen the movie. I have to say that I was tapping my little foot on the sticky theater floor. There was this one scene in the movie where they were singing this song from the infamous episode of the Cosby Show. I can't remember what it's called. But ya'll remember the song. I think it's called "Night time." The one when the whole family was singing and Rudy broke out and said, "Baaaabay! Baaaabay! Baaaabay! Ohhhhh baabay!" I think that got everybody going in the theater. I heard folks, behind me ofcourse, snickering. Nostalgic, snickering moments, I presume. hee hee Might I suggest, if you haven't seen the movie yet, take you a pillow to sit on . My ass was hurting! And it ain't like I'm lacking in the back end. So you KNOW I must have been sitting for long time. The movie was like....two and a half hours long. My goodness! But wait a minute.... While sitting there, I was leaning over towards my friend and I smelled this awful smell. Somebody damn pooted. I looked at him and he looked at me. I looked like, "hey...it wasn't me." ha ha haha I look over to my right and the girl next to me was knocked out. I realized that the smell was coming from 'round her way. I guess a poot accidentally escaped her ass as she drifted off into sleep. At least I hope it was an accident. Shit was funny though. LOL Me and my friend just giggled and finished watching the movie.

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