I’m late as all get out answering this one, sorry. I have been tagged. (Thanks Tazzee) And although, I wonder why folks would want to know this stuff about me I’mma answer the questions anyway. Here goes:

10 Years Ago-I was a junior at the oldest All Female Public High School in the nation, Western High School. I was a nerd, and proud of it. Well actually everyone at Western was a nerd. We were considered the smart saddity girls. People really had anything nice to say about us. We loved it! We were a freaking family. We might fight amongst ourselves, but let some other chicks come up there trying to start some mess. Puleeze, I might not even like the chick, but you better believe I wasn’t going to let a guest come into our spot and fuck with her, without having something to say. I LOVED being a Westernite! Also 1995 was the year that 12 people I knew all under the age of 21 were murdered or died. But hell, that was just part of growing up in Baltimore.

5 Years Ago-I was a junior in college and I honestly don’t remember much of that year other than I was bout to graduate and on the verge of losing my mind. Uhmmmm, that is really about it.

1 Year Ago-I was working for the City Council and wondering, ‘How the hell did I end up doing this BS?’ I was also in Kingstree, South Carolina for my family reunion.

Yesterday-Manic Monday. Had a good lunch with a friend I don’t get to see often and wish I could spend a lot more time with. I love talking to him. Also had a doctor’s appointment. Got a clean bill of gynecological health. (Other than an upside down uterus. Don’t even ask) Workout for like 3.5 hours late last night

Today-Nothing much. Working. Plan on meeting with some of my favorite girls later to discuss progress and success. Working out for about an hour tonight.

5 snacks I enjoy-gummy bears, grapes, Pop Tarts, bananas and chocolate chip cookies

5 bands to which I know most of the lyrics to most of their songs-112 (I love me some 112), Salt-N-Pepa, everyone else is a solo artist

5 Things I’d do with $100 million dollars-tithe, take care of key family and friends, build a new business school/open a scholarship fund for Clark Atlanta University, flip the $100 million into mo money.

5 locations I’d run away to-Venice, my own private island, Amsterdam…I need to travel more to know what to add to this list

5 bad habits I have-leaving cloths on the floor, procrastinating, ignoring people, lying about my feelings

5 things I like to do-write, sleep, read, watch football and hold a good back and forth conversation

5 things I would never wear-a string bikini, my name as a tattoo, bright red lipstick, clothing with huge labels on it, blond hair

5 TV shows I like-Law & Order, Desperate Housewives, SportsCenter, Hogan Knows Best (I know, I know, I know), American Idol

5 movies I like-Love & Basketball, When a Man Loves A Woman, Sixth Sense, The Color Purple, and As Good as It Gets.

5 Famous people I’d like to meet-Oprah Winfrey, Jay-Z, Foxy Brown, Patti La Bell, myself in 6 years

5 biggest joys at the moment-writing something that causes someone else to feel emotions, spending time alone, getting ‘it’ while I am in church, listening to music, talking to my family in Connecticut

5 people to tag-I wont do that to yall

My good friend Mr. Bomani Jones, has lead by example on a number of occasions. Making me much more comfortable with creating this post, shamelessly promoting myself.

I recently go two pieces published in The Flow Magazine, an online magazine. If you have read the blog in its entirety, you have already read these pieces, but what the hell go read them again. The first is a poem title 'Untitled' and the other is 'Wonder Woman'.

Also while you are there be sure to check out the poem, Will You Wait 4 Me, by my girl Pamela D. Sanders.

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I admit it. I confess. I can no longer deny it.

I'm horny and I need some. BAD.

I have been on this self-imposed sexual hiatus for damn near eight months. And quite frankly the shit is freaking killing me. I initially started this hiatus for a number of reasons. First, I'd just ended a relationship. Second, sex had become boring and rudimentary to me. Third, I was past the stage where a sex buddy would be enough. (Besides, I didn't want to go to the reserves nor did I want to add random names to the rooster.) And finally, I wanted to take some time to put that energy into something else. You know personal growth and shit. All pretty good reasons to put the coochie on the reserve list. Well, it has now been damn near eight months without a good, strong trying-to-catch-your breath, seeing-red-all-around-the-room, needing-a- glass-of-water-and-falling-fast-asleep orgasm and damn it... I am horny and I need some. BAD.

I am fortunately (and unfortunately) past the stage where the late night drunken booty calls were enough. I am beyond the times when a solid chest, nice smile and hands big enough to cup my ass would have me thinking...'Mmmhmm, Yeah he's fuckable'. I am now at the place where the sexiest thing in the world is the spiritual, emotional, mental and lastly the physical connection he and I share. And I have yet to connect with a man on these levels. Guess where that leaves me?

Single, Sexless, Horny and needing some. BAD.


FYI- The title "Exclusive" will be for those entries that include shit that I probably shouldn't share and normally wouldn't share. But damn it, its my blog so I'mma do what I want.