Tuesday, June 28, 2005


Let the games begin...

Damn! It's been a long ass minute since Brown Sugar posted, huh? Yeah man. It bees like that sometimes. Well for one, if you've been keeping up with my posts, you'd know that I had to take an unplanned hiatus due to my computer conking out on me. (click here).

After a few days of being out of the computer world and having serious withdrawals, my computer issue was resolved and I was back in the swing of things. Speaking of swinging....

Brown Sugar has been quite the busy body this past month. Festivities to include HOB©. I thought that was a perfect way to segueway into this topic. Swinging...
Now before you start thinking dirty thoughts of Brown Sugar "swinging" from couple to couple, think again. *blink, blink* It only involved one couple and no "swinging" involved. I just thought that would get your attention. *smile*

Rule #1
You must be naked. Clothes must fall off upon entering room. No questions.
This is what I, I mean, "she" was told before it all went down.

Picture this....

She enters the hotel lobby and walks toward the elevator. As the elevator doors open, she steps in, adjusts her belongings, to include cup full of GreyGoose&Pineapple juice and pushes the button leading to the 5th floor. *ding* Doors open. She looks around....glances at the room directory on the wall and heads towards room 504. Or so she thought. She took a wrong turn. That vodka was already playing with her mind. She picked up phone and called him. Somebody answers....only it's not him. She hears another voice. A female's voice....moaning and groaning. Wait a minute. Did this other female just call out my name? Immediately, she feels excited butterflies because she knows what's about to go down. She stands still for a minute, listens and thinks to self...."Ohhh sh*t." On the other end of the phone, the other female is yelling out sexual, unrestrained lyrics, if you will. She stands there, still....listening and wanting to experience that same thing. She slowly walks back the other way. Passing the elevator doors....still listening to the other female on the other end of the phone. And there she was. Standing outside of room 504. Phone still to her ear. Just on the other side of that door, was a hot and steamy sex session that apparently, she was about to walk in on. Unexpected? Not in the least bit.

She knocked on the door. *soft knocking* She could still hear the other female moaning and groaning. She pressed her ear to the door. Not that she couldn't already hear what was going on through the phone. It just seemed like the right thing to do at the moment. *smile* Eventually, He made his way to the door. As soon as the door opened, all She saw was a long, hard, d*ck. If that muhfugga wasn't standing at attention, I don't know what was. *saluting* I salute thee!
I, I mean, "She" entered the dimly lit room. Upon opening the door, He immediately proceeded to finish what he was doing. The brutha didn't miss a beat. LOL She walked over to the sitting area. But not before taking a glance at the steamy, hot sex session on the bed. Her own coochie was tingling at the sight. Ahhh...they too have Vodka, she thought to self. At least she wouldn't be mixing her liquors. She freshened up her drink and proceeded to remove one article of clothing at time. Then she just sat there in her tankini and thong and looked at them. He glanced back at her and said, "Girl, you need to take that sh*t off." She just chuckled and kept on sipping on her drink and taking in the "sights." She wasn't where she needed to be mentally. She'd need a few more drinks to get there.

~to be continued~

Tuesday, June 21, 2005


This just in....

Ok! Turns out that it was a power supply issue. Big ups to those of you who said it was just that. Hopefully, I'll be back up and running by tomorrow. It all depends on if I make it to the computer repair shop before they close today. Otherwise, I'll grab it tomorrow. Funny thing is, I've gotten a lot done these past few days without my computer. What's even funnier is, I feel like I'm straight up lost without it. Kind of like when you leave home without your cell phone or even worse, that mug gets cut off. LOL

Oh and Yolanda....*kicking in right shin* Shame on you for putting me off before I even get a chance to ask for your assistance.

I actually have a few things that I'd like to share with you. Ofcourse, I can't do it now because I'm at work. I probably won't get a chance to do it tomorrow either. We'll see. I'm heading to the Smokey Mountains on Friday for a few days. I am so looking forward to this trip. We're getting a cabin. I can't wait!

Alrighty then. Back to work I go!

Saturday, June 18, 2005


Unplanned Hiatus *sigh*

Grrrr...Buzz...Grrrbuzzz....was the sound that I heard coming from my computer the night before. I didn't think anything of it because it really didn't sound that bad. It sounded more like my computer was working hard on something. *sigh* Little did I know, that was a sign of my computer's demise. I mean, it didn't sound bad. I shut my computer down and went to bed.

The following morning after I got dressed for work, I turned my computer on. No problems. At least that's what I thought. When I came home from work, I noticed my computer was not on. *thinking to self* Hmm.... I thought I left my computer on. I looked around for flashing digital clocks. Nothing. I went over to my computer desk and pushed the button to turn on computer. Nothing. Not a damn sound. Ok.....no problem. I'll just push the reset button at the rear of my CPU. *pushing button....insert jeopardy music for passing time* LOL Anyway, I attempted to turn the computer on again. Nothing. *thinking to self* Ok... I'll just let the computer sit a little while longer. Give it a break. You know? About thirty minutes later, I went back to computer. You know I couldn't wait too much longer than that. LOL *pushing button again* Nothing. Ok...this is where sheer panic sets in. *sweating* Oh Nooo!! *falling to knees* Damn! Damn! DAMN! My computer died on me. *insert New Edition's song, Is this the End* Whhhhhhhhy????????

After I thought about all the emailss and instant messages I was going to miss out on, I tried to figure out what my next move was going to be. How am I going to make this situation better? *rubbing chin* Do I take it to Best Buy? Do I take it to a mom & pop's computer fixer upper shop? What? What's a girl to do? Seeing that I am not all that computer savvy, I am totally clueless as to what is going on with my computer. Completely! *deep sigh* Can any of you computer geniuses offer any suggestions?

*cue wrap up music, enter man with deep voice*

What should Brown Sugar do? Is this the end of Brown Sugar's Enterprises? Should Brown Sugar toss CPU out & purchase new computer?

Tuesday, June 14, 2005


C'mon Pistons! (pleading)

I'm sitting here watching the Pistons vs. the funky ass spurslops. *sucking teeth*
I just want to say that I REALLY hope the Pistons win this game and the next and even the next game. *crossing fingers & saying pretty please over & over & over, etc* I DO NOT want the Spurs to win this championship. I repeat....(yelling, even) I DO NOT WANT THE SPURS TO WIN THIS CHAMPIONSHIP!!!! If the Pistons win, I will wear my Starter jacket from back in the day with my name engraved on it for a week in this hot ass Atlanta weather. *thinking* Then again, maybe I'll just wear my ole faithful Pistons t-shirt.

By the way, what the hell happened to Stuart Scott's left eye? What the hell did I miss? It seems like during his commentary, that mug gets more squintier and squintier. (if that's even a word) LOL I mean, I'm just saying. How long will he be able to be a sports commentator if that eye just closes shut? I mean, does he have a sty up in that mug? What? Would they continue to let him commentate with a patch on his eye and shit? These are just thoughts that were going through my head as I was watching the game.

Ok, I'm about to get back to the game. The Pistons are down by four points. *sucking teeth* Damn those Spurs and their three point shots. *kicking Spurs jerseys and jock straps*

Thursday, June 09, 2005


The lack there of...

My son has been gone for six days now. I still have not gotten into any mischief. Why is it that a person like me who gives such vivid HOB© detail stories have such a mundane life now? It's not a secret that most of my HOB© stories are from the past. *sigh* Uh...with the exception of the freaky friday bachelor party extravaganza that occurred a few weeks ago. Ahh....fun times. Fun times. *thinking back* How can a sexual person lack just that? Sex.

Is it sad that I can remember the date and approximate time of my last sexual encounter? Not that it was just the other day. Remember my trip back from DC when I made a pitstop? *shaking head* Oh well. Is it even sadder than I'm even thinking about sex and the lack there of? *shrugs* Eh...who really cares?

Instead, I've been working on little projects around my humble abode. Mind you, I can't seem to keep focused on one thing. I'll start one project and then midway, start another project. So basically, I have a bunch of half done projects going on and my place is in complete disarray. The funny thing is, this is the story of my life. I can't just do one thing at a time. I have to have a million and one things going on at once. And I wonder why I can never get anything done in a timely manner. I think of it as multi-tasking.I do it every time I'm online. I usually get online in the middle of doing something else. Then, I'll stop what I'm doing online to go back to that thing or even something else. Take this entry, for example. I've been typing it for the longest. However, I've gotten up to get my uniform for work together, put dishes away, eat leftover sandwich from last night....etc. Oh...if you're wondering why I'm getting my uniform together it's because they have pulled us to work a detail for the next few days. *kicking rocks, sand, dirt...you name it* Yeah. I'm plenty pissed about it. Especially since they've not only changed my hours but EXTENDED my work shift an additional four hours! Good thing my son isn't here. Otherwise, I'd have babysitting issues.

Well, I'm about to get back to my "multi-tasking" before heading off to work.

Thursday, June 02, 2005


Apples & Wine

**Somebody sent this to me via email. I thought it was cute and decided to post it on here just for the sake of posting something really. LOL Let me know how true you think this is. I don't normally like to "forward" sh*t to people unless I think it's funny or has some truth to it. I have a co-worker that always sends me forwards usually dealing with God and sending to seven or more people if I want to receive a blessing. EVERY single email.*sigh* That drives me crazy. Now, when I see an email from her, I usually delete it before reading. Isn't that terrible? Periodically, she'll ask me if I received her email. I just say yeah. Am I wrong for that? LOL**

Women are like apples on trees . The best ones are at the top of the tree. Most men don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt . Instead, they just take the rotten apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy....... The apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they're amazing. They just have to wait for the right man to come along, the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree . Share this with other women who are good apples, even those who have already been picked!

Now Men....

Men are like a fine wine. They begin as grapes, and it's up to women to stomp the crap out of them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with.

~author unknown~

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