Thursday, April 29, 2010

Brandy Norwood

Brandy (my biggest role model other than my mom) has really grown up. She's classy and she has a nice style. For real! I want that dress, the belt, the shoes, and even the weave.

IBW Lisa Raye

Lisa Raye is back and she was on the Wendy Williams Show yesterday.

She talked about several things, such as love. Although she just went through a very messy divorce, she told Wendy Williams that she is a strong believer in finding her prince charming. I'm glad she said it, because it gives me hope that I can find mines too.

You can watch her full interview while I go out to find my prince charming.

Stay tuned for more...

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Bedrock Remix (Official Video)

 About a month ago I posted the "Bedrock" remix by Rasheeda. Well, today she came out with the video for the song. It's a long video, but I love it.

Don't they kind of remind you of the Spice Girls?

My Goals Are Waiting For Me To Accomplish Them

In three days I walk across the stage and become a college graduate. It's exciting and unreal at the same time.

The last five years of my life have been dedicated to doing whatever others told me to do. I've wrote a countless amount of papers, reported on a countless amount of stories, and even put together a documentary that I never imagined being able to do.

However, this Saturday I will officially be a college graduate. It will no longer be about writing pointless papers for classes. It will no longer be about chasing stories that may, or may not, air on television. It will no longer be about getting the respect of my professors. Instead, I'll be stepping out into the real world and trying to command the respect of millions of strangers. I'll also have to convince millions of strangers to respect me.

Even though I will walk across the stage in my cap and gown in a couple days, it all seems unreal. I can still remember my first day of first grade. I cried that morning because I did not know any of my classmates. They were strangers and I wanted to stay with my mom. The only difference between then and now is I cannot cry. Crying is now a sign of weakness to strangers, so I won't even show fear. I'll go out into this scary real world because my goals are waiting for me to accomplish them.

Monday, April 26, 2010

I Got A Problem...My Latest Poem

 This is my newest poem...
I Got A Problem
Written 4/26/2010

“I got a problem…I like to fuck
I got a problem… I like to fuck
I got a problem…I like to fuck”
But I’m not Trina
I repeat
I’m not Trina
When he sees me he’s already getting images of pinning me against the wall, combining himself with me, trying to make me scream and shout, nice and wet is how he‘s imagining me, his imagination running so wild that he busts a nut before he even touches me, but he’s getting himself back together, so the two of us can become in sync, creating a nice rhythm, going at it all night, so much that by morning the neighbors can phonetically spell both our names…Yeah, his imagination is running wild…As he licks his lips thinking this is it…and then I stop him…Shit slips out his mouth. He’s craving my body, thirsting for my cum, hungry for my sex…but I’m not ready yet…he hasn’t turned me on. He doesn’t know my interests, hasn’t tried to kiss me. He’s just ready to treat me like a prostitute and stick his dick in me…but I’m not having it cause…
I’m not Trina
I repeat
I’m not Trina
I’m demanding respect…a man that caters to me…dinner and a movie, is that too hard? I want him to wine and dine me…treat me nicely…don’t call me sexy…call me Miss Too Sexy…Beautiful…Woman of his dreams…seduce me so the love-making, not sex, will be that much more wonderful…
Or is that unrealistic?
I’m looking for love
But he’s looking for sex.
He doesn’t want love…he’s young and has the rest of his life ahead of him…lots more girls for his future…I’m just here now…just a girl that has what he wants, something so precious between my thighs, but to him I can easily give it up…
So I listen to Trina, see how I can fix the situation…make it to my advantage.  Then I realize he’s a lame and the ball’s been in my court. So since he can’t figure out how to please me…I invite him over, make him get on his knees, make him beg and plead until it starts to excite me…and we proceed to have sex, not make love,  just fuck.

To Be Continued...

I have a confession. I like to tease niggas and this song is perfect for doing just that.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Monica On Dating

Monica was on "The Wendy Williams Show" on Monday and she definitely entertained the audience. She talked about about the golds in her mouth, preparing for Tiny and T.I.'s wedding, and her love life.

Well, really it was the lack of dating in her life. She told Wendy that she doesn't date and she doesn't really know how to date. Here's the interview.

I feel Monica on that. I've only been on one date or maybe two dates in my life. They were okay, but I'm not looking forward to doing it again.

Whitney Houston

"I decided long ago never to walk in anyone's shadow. If I fail, if I succeed at least I live if I believe. No matter what they take away from me, they can't take away my dignity."-- Whitney Houston

Monday, April 19, 2010

Khia's Back...

And this time with something that could potentially be a hit. It's called "Been A Bad Girl."

Khia is hood. She's ghetto. She's a role model if you want to look up to someone who made their career off of promoting their own sexual behaviors. She also reminds you of that family member that is heading down the wrong path and all you can do is shake your head, but...

For some reason I can't help but listen to her music. She's that family member that you will support even if you don't believe in all of her goals. She's hot in her own right.

Poet Of The Day: Reginald Alceus

As Time Goes By
By Reginald Alceus

The seconds pass on by.
The minutes follow right behind
Which soon beget days and weeks
Months then years,
Weakening the precarious resolve
That comes from hoping for the best.
As the sands of time slip through my fingers
I quietly wait
For some recognizable response,
Some inkling of sentiment to let me know
You still care
Or at least are still aware
That I’ve always been here.
I’m as still as stagnant waters,
Masking what I really feel
Who I really am
What I really want
Beneath a tepid, unchanging surface
All the way down to the deepest reaches
That will likely never see
The light of day.
I remain static and deep,
All but frozen by my reluctance
To move on
But you run with the rapid current
Quick and vicious,
Auspiciously choosing to forgo and forget
While you race toward what lies ahead.
My time is the currency I gamble
On the chance
That tomorrow will bring more promise
Than today did,
That I’ll do a little bit better than yesterday
That you will come to see things my way.
Needless to say,
My pockets are nearly empty…
It is my endangered pride
That acts as the barrier,
Muffling your ears
To the voice inside that cries out
Asking that you turn your head
And once again look at me
The way you used to,
Not as a fragmented memory
To be classified
And eventually buried
With the heap of your life experiences
But as something worth remembering.
With the whole of my being
I calmly scream my intent
Without so much as moving my mouth.
My will is to communicate
The only way that’s left to me.
There's so much I want to say,
So much you need to hear.
For that, my myriad expressions speak
What I cannot
But would you choose to listen to them?
Let the sun rise
And the moon fall.
Let all of creation flourish and die
While the ages pass without remorse.
Time is something I no longer need
Once I learned I was no longer needed
And so it stopped, just for me.

I count the grinding moments
Leading to your heartfelt response
In the hope you will be so merciful
As to return my arrested time.

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Malik Yoba

When "New York Under Cover" first started airing on television I was too young to see Malik Yoba as a sex symbol. However, I'm grown now and he's single.

Friday, April 16, 2010

New Music By Lil Kim

Lil Kim has a new song called "Pussy Purr." Check out my mixpod above to hear it.

Poet Of The Day: Jessica Green

 Jessica Green is so good at poetry I had to feature her again, so ENJOY!!!

Enjoy the roughness, but don't catch a splinter. If you do, pull it out and tell me where it is so I can sand it down, polish it, and make it beautiful. JG.

My Maple Shelf

I take your love and hide it away
High on this maple shelf and
No woman will reach it
They'll touch you, frisk you
Searching your body with
Inquisitive hands
Thinking that they can use
their body
to find what I've already hidden
They'll comb your soul
Thinking that between the
hairs of conciousness lies the
three little gems they seek
Using words like a wringer
Thinking they can use
their mind
to squeeze out affection's rain
But even you don't know where you left it last
with me, in this wooden bureau
Keeper of hearts, keeper of souls
I remember the night you gave it to me
half-hazardly in the boudoir where
You keep your own collection of red beats
Was your breath as I stole the words
That leaked out like the blood of beets
Freshly cut for the first time
I Love You
is in my maple shelf
Far Far Above
the cupboards of my bosom
Far Far Above
Closeted in the brain
Far Far Far Above
and away from my heart.

Oprah's Scary Looking Twin

In case you did not see it on my facebook profile, this is Oprah's scary looking twin. Apparently this group was popular in the '60's. They're all brothers and sisters. Sadly the women have passed away.

Another Interesting Fact: Other than look like Oprah, this family consisted of midgets. They were all very short. I'm amazed.

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Oprah Or Not?

This video creeps me out, but I'm pretty sure that it's not Oprah.

Loretta Devine

I just heard Loretta Devine singing on "The MoNique Show" and I really wanted to post it on here.

However, since it probably hasn't hit the internet yet, here's another clip of her singing. Her voice is beautiful.

And here's a clip from the original play "Dream Girls." Jennifer Hudson played the role that Loretta Devine originally played.

Wetter (Girl Version)

Rasheeda's version of Twista's song "Wetter"

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Shaq Is Special

I died laughing after watching this video. It's almost too much for me, but...
Shaq is trying to stop production of "Basketball Wives" because he's afraid Shaunie will ruin his reputation. Gives a crazy look and signs out, lol.

What do you think? Could his reputation get any worse?

Poet Of The Day: Me

Recently I submitted some poems for publication in a book and they were accepted. One poem that the publisher liked most was called "Bag Lady." "Bag Lady" was originally written last semester for my poetic techniques class. At the time I was trying to think of new poems to write and listening to Erykah Badu at the same time. I was glad I was listening to Erykah Badu, because she inspired me.


I’m a bag lady
Carrying all may bags around
They’re weighing on me heavily
But can’t seem to put any of them down
Once tried to lose a bag
Sat it on the ground and walked away
Felt no sadness
As I turned my back on it
At that moment
Even decided
There was no way I would miss it
Went months
No thought of it
No one brought it up
It was like the bag had never been there
Never crossed my life
Never entered my heart
Never ever existed
Then something happened
Had me mad
And kind of frightened
The experience took me back years
Years I thought
Could be erased and forgotten
The experience hurt
But it brought that bag back into my life
Started going through it
Found memories worth keeping
Memories worth seeking
Memories that could
Leave my future looking easier
Memories that could
Make me proud to be a
Bag Lady
So, I’m a bag lady
Carrying all my bags around
I have
Happy bags
Sad bags
Mad bag
Bags that help me to be a little lazy
And bags that keep me from going crazy
They’re all weighing on me heavily
But can’t seem to put them down
Cause every bag seems to contain a little bit of my past
And each bag seems to
Contain a little help toward
Getting me to my future
So, I’m a bag lady
Oh yes
I’m a bag lady

My poems and several other great poets will soon be in the book called "Songs Of The Unspoken Tongue, VOL. 1," so look out for it.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Tiny And Toya

It's a new season of "Tiny and Toya," but I can't stop staring at Tiny's hair. Its red and I'm loving it.

Rude Boy Remix

Guess who's out of prison and trying to get back in the grind?

Yeah, it's Shyne. So, what do you think? Like or dislike?

Meant To Be

It's new music by Casa' Nova. I like it. Do you?

Poet Of The Day: Latasha Edwards

Trifling Dade County Boys
By Latasha Edwards

Dade county boys,
why dont yall answer your phone,
Are you bothered by me and want to be left alone,
Is it that patrone that you be drinking
or the crack that you smoke
Dade county boys...just leave me alone
So blinded by your mojo, I should of known
Until you mysteriously got a girlfriend two weeks ago,
and you want to blast it on my minifeed,
your facebook pictures kissing that hoe
You trifling Dade county boys, robin hood negroes,
robbing from the rich and giving to the poor,
Wasting my gas and leaving me for a hoe
Dade county boys...I cant take no more
Is there not a nice one to be found?
Who stays nice,
until turning out crazy like the piggy killer from the "lord of the flies"
Why do you front Dade county boys....
You aint in Jamaica so negroes so why do some of yall act
hair sticking out of your dreads looking like you been caught in a fish net
negroes bob marly aint coming back
so leave those fuzz out dreads in the past
Those hightop dreads aint cute
looking like your head just bit off a tree with sticking out roots
Am I too much angelic to be accepted?
or maybe Dade county boys are misconcepted?
Wearing bright colors that should be left for women,
no ones feelin
"fu#$" the Miami heat, yes I said it
The only heat that yall be bringing is that heat that be on the streets
always so violoent be creating on Famu campus continuance beef
Cant enjoy myself at the club cause you stomping some negro rolling 20 deep
Not calling me for weeks,
and than you see me in person and want to speak
The only cool Dade county negroes are my homies I know
Always so fly from head to toe
Even though, broke as a joke
They are one of the few, the rest of yall
I dont know what the hell happened to you
Putting on fake nice guy impressions,
You need to be getting therapy sessions
to become a man and get out of adolescence
negroes all of you are going to be payed for your consequences
But this is the only advice im giving,
look at your past decisions,
you may have prevented someones heart who you were being given
Dade county boys...I lost hope for yall
so until I meet a good one, I'm not accepting none of yall phone calls

The One By Ms. Mocha

Monday, April 12, 2010

Real World Lessons: The Wrong Decision

Today I learned that when you make a decision that others disagree with you automatically look like a horrible person. It does not matter how many good things you do. The bad outweighs the good to them.

Poet Of The Day:Sandra Peterson Lott

 My Heart Stopped Aching Yesterday

My heart stopped aching yesterday,
It has ached for almost 26 years.
When he acknowledged me as his sister,
I almost burst into tears.

I have seen him in many different places,
I even knew that he was my brother.
But all I could do was look at him,
Because we did not share the same mother.

When he was just a little boy,
I would want to hold him tight.
I knew that I couldn't though,
Even though it would feel right.

I didn't want to upset him or his family,
That's the last thing I'd ever do.
But I knew that definitely one day,
He would find out the truth.

This situation was not his fault,
And it definitely was not mine.
I felt that God would work this out,
If I trust Him and give Him time.

Over the years I watched him grow,
Into a very responsible young man.
I prayed, "God I want to know my brother."
I knew that God would understand.

I have carried him in my heart,
For so very, very long.
I said, "God, I want to meet him now."
God said, "Be patient, but most of all be strong."

I would ask my dad about him,
I'd say, "What has he been up to?"
He'd say, "He is a very nice young man."
"He reminds me a lot of you."

Well, I finally met my little brother,
I hugged him on his 26th birthday.
I feel a whole lot better now,
So my heart stopped aching yesterday!

© 2010 Sandra Lott, RN, MSN

New Music: Brandy and Neyo

I don't know how I feel about this song yet.

Sunday, April 11, 2010

School Lessons: The Difference Between Now And The Real World

 School Lesson Of The Week: What the real world consists of

This week I realized the difference between my life now and the real world. Since the day I was born until now I've lived a safe lifestyle. I've always been surrounded by people with the same skin color as me (with a few exceptions). I've never been able to pull out the "race" card. The "race" card was talked about in a post I put up a couple of days ago. I've never even been sure if the "race" card really existed.

However, in the real world it does. In the real world racism and stereotyping will go into full effect.

Am I right? ABC did do a special on why black women are single recently. That's stereotyping.

Friday, April 9, 2010

Nicki Fans

These Nicki Minaj fans are serious.

Ashanti Is Back

Ashanti is back with brand new songs. One is called "This Is How You Keep Your Girl." It's the first song you're hearing and I'm really feeling it.

Poet Of The Day: Jessica Green

Sweet Honesty...not the perfume but the poem
by Jessica Green

Honesty Honestly

Don't tell me I'm an exotic rose
If you don't think it true
Don't tell me I am a rare gem
If that's not what I am to you

Give me sweet honesty
Honestly, It's what I desire
I'd rather warm myself by sparks
Than freeze to death by a fake fire

I'd rather be a wildflower,
If I'm the one you'd pick always
I'd rather be a common stone
If I'm the one to catch your gaze

I can bear to hear the truth
I can handle honesty
Because I don't want your lies
All I want is you honestly


Thursday, April 8, 2010

Don't Laugh But...

Don't laugh, but this was supposed to be me. For real!!!

Poet Of The Day: William Blake

 A Poison Tree By William Blake
I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears,
And I sunned it with smiles
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,--

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

Wednesday, April 7, 2010


Robin Thicke and Paula Patton had their new son Julian Fuego yesterday.

Poet Of The Day: Iyanla Vanzant

  Yesterday I Cried

I came home, went straight to my room,
sat on the edge of my bed,
kicked off my shoes,
unhooked my bra,
and I had myself a good cry.

I'm telling you,
I cried until my nose was running all over
the silk blouse I got on sale.
I cried until my ears were hot.
I cried until my head was hurting so bad
that I could hardly see the pile of
soiled tissues lying on the floor at my feet.

I want you to understand,
I had myself a really good cry yesterday.

Yesterday, I cried,
for all the days that I was too busy,
or too tired,
or too mad to cry.

I cried for all the days, and all the ways,
and all the times I had dishonored,
disrespected, and
disconnected my Self from myself,
only to have it reflected back to me
in the ways others did to me
the same things I had already done to myself.

I cried for all the things I had given,
only to have them stolen;
for all the things I had asked for that
had yet to show up;
for all the things I had accomplished,
only to give them away,
to people in circumstances,
which left me feeling empty,
and battered and plain old used.

I cried because there really does
come a time when the only thing left
for you to do is cry.

Yesterday, I cried.
I cried because little boys get
left by their daddies;
and little girls get forgotten by their mommies;
and daddies don't know what to do, so they leave;
and mommies get left, so they get mad.

I cried because I had a little boy,
and because I was a little girl,
and because I was a mommy
who didn't know what to do,
and because I wanted my daddy to be there
for me so badly until I ached.

Yesterday, I cried.
I cried because I hurt.
I cried because I was hurt.
I cried because hurt has no place to go
except deeper into the pain that
caused it in the first place,
and when it gets there,
the hurt wakes you up.

I cried because it was too late.
I cried because it was time.

I cried because my soul knew that I didn't know
that my soul knew everything I needed to know.

I cried a soulful cry yesterday,
and it felt so good.

It felt so very, very bad.
In the midst of my crying,
I felt my freedom coming,
Because Yesterday,
I cried with an agenda.
(Iyanla Vanzant,
from her book Yesterday I Cried:
Celebrating the Lessons of Living
and Loving

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

A Male's Perspective On The Barbie Trend

This Is Unreal

Latasha Edwards

So men are more complicated than women...theres no such thing as a common law girlfriend or boyfriend. Just give the title."- Latasha Edwards

Poet Of The Day: Darnella Ford

It's National Poetry Month, so I am going to try to post up a poem each day.

I read the following poem two years ago when I was searching for Darnella Ford's website. It's absolutely amazing to me. I hope you find this poem as inspirational as I did.

BELONG by Darnella Ford

 Every time I step into a room I disappear
 And even though you see me now--
 Still, I am not here
 I fell somewhere between the cracks
 And I feel them getting wider--
 Have YOU ever seen the world
 Through the eyes of an outsider?
 Belonging for me was something that often fell beyond my range--
 The things that most defined as normal
 I often thought were strange.
 I often stare at others--
 Almost everyone I see,
 Asking through a voiceless whisper, "Do you feel like me?"
 I want to know if you feel like me.
 But no one quite admits it
 At least they don't out loud,
 And people bleed to bind themselves and fit within the crowd.
 Where does one go from here?
 Don't tell me this is it--
 Wherein lies the "Promised Land" for those who just don't fit?
 For I know that I must belong to something.
 I belong to those who love me
 My friends and next of kin,
 But foremost I am also a child of God
 So I know I belong to him--
 I belong to the Earth
 Composed of dust as I stand here--
 I am the fire, wind-rain and sun
 I am a child of atmosphere.
 I belong to all that's breathing
 And this much I know is true--
 And even if I never fit in
 I still belong to y-o-u
 And that makes us connected
 At least from what I see,
 And it stands to reason that if I belong to you--
 Then every single one of you belong to me.
 And I cannot separate us--not one from the other
 And you are just as much my sister
 As your neighbor is my brother.
 So, this is my authentic answer
 And I don't need it to be right or wrong,
 Poetically speaking, this is my summation
 Of the "world" where I belong.

Monday, April 5, 2010

Does This Say What I Think It Does?

"Made it back safely! Drove 800 miles! Felt the baby move! Freaked me out since it's been 26 years! Spent intimate time with my family! Didn't turn on my computer and since I don't have FB or Twitter on my phone, I was definitely "in the moment". It was liberating and I think it's a smart thing to do from time to time: ...take breaks from all of this social media."


The above comment was posted on Terry McMillan's facebook page. Ms. McMillan was born in 1951, so that would make her close to 60 years old. I didn't think it was possible to have a child at that age. Well, if it's true I wish her all the luck in the world with her pregnancy, but wow at being pregnant at that age. 

 2 hours later: Ms. McMillan commented on the status and said she is not pregnant. Her niece is the one that is having a baby.  That's cool, but it would have been even more interesting if it was hers. WOW again.


Food For Thought: The Race Card

One of my facebook friends posted this on their status and I thought it was interesting.

"where in the hell is this infamous "race card"?? I've been wanting to use it for a long time, but everytime I go to reach for it, it's not there... Yet, Limbaugh, Hannity, and Beck continue to tell me that I have it and I use it frequently... Well, to the person who has my "race card", I would love for it... to be here by Friday... Thanks"

I understand how that person feels. Every once in a while I hear someone talk about the infamous "race" card. I've never used it either. I've actually never heard of anyone else using it either. Does it exist? Have you used it? If so, how?

Mr. 229

Mr. 229 OG, who is on the left of the picture,  is a southern basic Hiphop/Trapmusic MC.

“Work is all I’m trying to do. My motivation comes from the people around me. I already got one unreleased mixtape hosted by DJ Tremayne of Lyx 96.7,WJIZ 96.3,And The Hitman DJ'S. It’s called "Da 1st 48"... 24 tracks of nothing but southern swag at it’s finest. I’m currently working on my new mixtape "Confident Underdog". I hope to be in the same breath as all of the great MC’s in the game. I’m also in a group called Carol Hill. The group has six members: Lil Cash, Lil Tim, Lil D, Melvino, Bubble Kushy, and I. As a group we have three albums (all Indie). I never been under contract with anyone and don’t plan on signing nothing unless the paper right. Just stay tuned. You’re witnessing history in the making.”

More of his music will be coming soon.

Is Nicki Minaj Insecure?

In this next video Nicki Minaj talks about how she doesn't respond to ignorant people.

That sounds like response to me. It also sounds like she's a little insecure. Only an insecure person would respond to insults by talking about how much money they have. 

Sunday, April 4, 2010

School Lessons: Males Need A Lot Of Stroking

 Lesson Of The Week: Stroking a male's ego leads to positive results.
This week it occurred to me that all men lie. Some tell little lies. Others lie about their whole life. Whatever it is they are lying about does not change the fact that they lie.

However, they are not always lying to be hurtful. Some of them are lacking as much confidence as women lack, so they lie to make themselves feel better. 

The best way to fix the problem of the lying male is to stroke his ego. If a male feels better about himself, he'll lose his reasoning of lying to you.

Friday, April 2, 2010

Yesterday I Committed A Murder

"B*tches get jealous, cause I'm quite cocky. Since 14 ain't nann h*e stop me"- Diamond from My Chick Bad Remix

Yesterday I committed a murder, risked receiving twenty to life, all for a glimpse of excitement, wanted to see what it was like to live the Barbie lifestyle, throw on my blonde wig, ride out reckless and wild, but no Ken for me. Instead seduce the Wayne’s, Diddy’s and then kick them to the curve for my own television show. After all p*ssy rules the world, so I’d use my sex and have all the guys on TV screaming “THAT’S A MILLION DOLLAR GIRL.” Have my motto be “I’m so bad, I’m so hood, I’m the girl yo’ man wish he could,” work my way to the top using the road other girls would rather not travel, then jump just to see what it feels like to fall, but the fall wouldn’t happen because someone would catch me, put a mic in my hand, stick me in front of an audience to reveal the secrets to success, but I wouldn’t be a success. More like a hot mess, but hot mess sells. Thinking of the entertainment industry as I talk, I would tell them to kill their goals of being doctors, lawyers, and counselors and instead go for the next female rapper or video girl or Barbie like me. Money over everything would be so embedded on me that people would have no choice but to call me the baddest b*tch, worship every ground that I walk on, and try to imitate my style. They wouldn’t be able to copy me though, cause I’d be so off the wall I’d have Oprah in awe. I’d be so praised committing that murder would be more than worth it; killing the innocent, scared little girl would pay off; killing the boring, monotonous, tiresome, always stuck in the same routine girl would be the best thing in the world. Yesterday I committed that murder; decided I wouldn’t do twenty to life cause barbies aren’t fit for prison. Instead I jumped, discovered happiness, and found out taking the risk of falling might be the best thing that ever happened to me.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Pet Peeves/Sexy Advice: Anticipation

Pet Peeve: Anticipating an event that seems to be taking it's sweet time

See, a little anticipation is good. An example would be the movie "Why Did I Get Married Too." That movie starts tomorrow, so waiting to see it will go by quickly. However, something like my graduation is killing me.

See, the anticipation of an event such as graduating is great, but the longer it takes to come the more bumps are appear in the road. See when bumps appear patience levels tend to drop. When patient levels drop a person such as me starts to get attitudes. When attitudes appear threats start to slip out of a person's mouth. The threats are harmless , but they come across mean because the person has no patience left. After the bumps have appeared, the person has no patience left, they have an attitude, and threats have slipped out of their mouth the person stops caring. Well, they care but they lose the will to work as hard as they've been working to get to the finish line.

Well some people might call the above senioritis, but I don't care. It still pisses me off. 

Sexy Advice: Anticipation of big things to come is a bitch.