Thursday, April 29, 2010

Strangers/Lovers


Libra
You're reevaluating your relationship with romance. How much of what you need from your intimate relationships has been dictated to you by others? Now you're ready to toss all that aside and focus on your real, personal needs and desires from that special someone in your life. It might seem like a huge task, but finding someone who can keep up with you is ultimately a very rewarding venture.

Premier Customer Service


  1. People are dumb.
  2. The price is different cause the product is different.
  3. If you cant do the math in your head, what the fuck makes you think I can?
  4. Yes, I can price match.  If you can prove it, liar liar.
  5. I am not being rude just because I am not being polite.
  6. If you gotta put a Coach purse on layaway, you cant afford it.
  7. I don't give a fuck what rank your husband is, you still just a bitch with an ID.
  8. This ain't a playground, control your kids.
  9. I don't own or know about half the shit I sell, but I can make you think I do.
  10. I DO get a commission so buy it!
  11. I lie all day.
  12. If I walk away, don't follow me, I'm done with you.
  13. Speak back bitch, I'm tryin to be courteous.
  14. I'm NOT beneath you.
  15. Bitch, been there done that out ranked you.
  16. Old white men are pervs.
  17. The Managers don't give a fuck when you complain, they are sick of you too.
  18. I know when you are lying.
  19. I will confiscate your ID and I like that you are pissed I did.
  20. Privilege is defined by exclusivity, unauthorized patrons CAN NOT shop here, I don't care who got you in.
  21. LOOK FOR IT
  22. I need a new job.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

ok?

                             if i ever push you away,
                             i dont really mean to.
when i tell you i dont want to talk about it
i am just looking for the right words.
give me a minute, and if i can tell you, i will.
i try to be a struggling mix of real and
perfect at the same time.
                 at the moment,
i am working on the ratio.
when i get really quited sometimes
it is because i have too much to say
i have thought of too many things to tell you
all at once
and i dont know what to say first.
i get immaturely jealous of anyone
who gets to see you on a daily basis
                              i miss you really easily.
                              but i also like that we can be
a        p       a       r         t
and we are both ok.                  space is good, too.
    i love the way we love some of the
    same things.            and i love how
     we love entirely different things.
my head is a complicated pile of thoughts
                               and fears, and craving, and dreams
                               and this tangled up nostalgia for the
                               past and, somehow, the future.
i am flawed and i am human and i am broken and
i am trying.  and i am one person and i am two
hands and i am one                           and i like you
heart                              and i am so glad you are here.

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Darling I must confess

I never knew happiness
until I kissed your lips
now I want nothing less
sandness has comes since were so far apart
I feel it most when I'm alone in the dark
I need a quick cure for this pain in my heart
cause I have needs
and no discipline
and the distance is killing me
resistance is not appealing
and I don't know if I can be alone
its not an option for me
sweetness I have to say
the price is high
I just cant pay
I got so carried away talking to you every day
thinking of you seems to get me so hot
I wish you were here to take care of my spot
but I found someone here who likes it a lot

What is Love?

Are your Palms sweaty, is your heart racing, and is your voice caught within your chest?
It isn't love, its like.
You cant keep your eyes or hands off of them, am I right?
It isn't love its lust
Are you proud, and eager to show them off?
It isn't love its pride
Do you want them because you know they're there?
it isn't love its loneliness
Are you there because its what everyone wants?
its isn't love, its loyalty
Are you there because they kissed you, or held your hand?
It isn't love, its low confidence
Do you stay for their confessions of love, because you don't want to hurt them?
It isn't love, its pity
Do you belong to them because their sight makes your heart skip a beat?
It isn't love its infatuation.
Do you pardon their faults because you care about them?
It isn't love, its friendship
Do you tell them every day that they are the only one you think of?
It isn't love, its a lie
Are you willing to give all of your favorite things for their sake?
It isn't love its charity.
Does your heartache and break when they are sad?
Then its love.
Do you cry for their pain, even when they're strong?
Then its love
Do you stay because a blinding, incomprehensible mix of pain and relation pulls you close and holds you there?
Then its love
Do you accept their faults because they're a part of who they are?
Then its love
Are you attracted to other, but stay with them faithfully without regret?
Then its love
Would you give them your heart, your life, your death
Think about it for a second....

Thursday, April 22, 2010

fiddy

Only half of what I write in these blogs actually get posted.  Back space back space delete delete, save as draft.  There are things I want to unleash and once I do, it gets deleted.  Things like I never liked oral sex until a white boy did it *sigh*.  I guess it makes up for his lack of lips, you ever notice white folks aint got no lips??

Regret

I did things I would never do had feelings I never should of.  I was desperate and needy.  I wanted to prove myself to him, even though he wasn't worthy.  My imagination turned him into something he was not.  I still wanted him.  As if I didn't already know how to embarrass myself.  Eventually, my crazy outplace feelings faded but I'm still pissed at myself for devoting that much time and energy to someone who wasn't worth it

my new "smooth" muse





My new flavor and at times inspriation, one vice at a time.....When a new shipment comes in at work, they tell me my black is in.  "Hey, a shipment of your black came in"  LOL they know me so well.

UUUUGH!!




Its soooo fuckin hard to just fuckin say no to some shit I just really fucking want gatdamnitalltohell!!!!