tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106797092011-12-13T21:58:17.013-05:00Starhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03802900846919255192noreply@blogger.comBlogger391100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10679709.post-80248396990353724162011-12-13T21:55:00.000-05:002011-12-13T21:55:11.757-05:00

When I’m emotional I shower. Whether its sadness, nervousness, anger, fear or whatever if I’m emotional. I will turn off the lights, light a few candles and head for the shower. I’m not sure what about it relaxes me. Don’t know if it’s the steam, the solitude of the darkness or the flicker of the small lights but when I’m emotional, I shower. Repeatedly. And I think. Sometimes I cry. Sometimes I

Starhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03802900846919255192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10679709.post-35787665911620947812010-03-22T10:58:00.000-04:002010-03-22T10:58:44.524-04:00

In the spirit of being all open and honest and shit. I'm going to tell the truth about somethings. Truth is... .....I'm lonely. And not that kind of lonely that hanging with the girls or being around family can cure. I'm that Stephanie Mills, 'Comfort of A Man' kind of lonely. I miss not just having a man around but being connected to him. ....I'm not angry or pissed that a good friend blew

Starhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03802900846919255192noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10679709.post-37033530744599689042010-03-06T16:54:00.000-05:002010-03-06T16:54:40.123-05:00

I'm a liar. Better yet...I'm full of shit. I used to really love writing in this blog. It was great therapy and some of the best vent sessions I'd ever had. Then I stopped. The stopping wasnt the worst part. The worst part of it all was that I lied about why I stopped. 'I'm uninspired.''I've got a lot going on right now.' 'Nobody is even reading that thing.''Cant find anything really worth

Starhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03802900846919255192noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10679709.post-21028693351870363832009-07-21T10:54:00.003-04:002010-03-06T15:52:49.227-05:00

Sometimes in life there are moments when you have to remind yourself to breath. Whether they come from a broken heart, a lost loved one, failing to meet a specific goal or just realizing our own humanity, they shake us at the core. These are the moments when the most basic forms of human function and stabilization aren’t just cumbersome but they require you to reach deep down inside, find

Starhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03802900846919255192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10679709.post-28149896607628962302009-01-27T22:53:00.002-05:002009-01-27T23:15:43.642-05:00

In exactly 30 days I turn 30 years old. I am so fucking excited. A lot of folks I know are freaking out about 30, but for some reason I am not. It might be because I always look forward to celebrating my bday. So to honor my 30 wonderful years, I have decided to make a post for 30 days straight! I know, I dont believe the shit either.I figured I would start with this list I recently added to my

Starhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03802900846919255192noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10679709.post-1714468356544112832008-06-06T11:28:00.001-04:002008-06-06T11:33:17.352-04:00

There appears to be a common misconception about women that most men hold to be true. I’m not sure if it comes from past relationship experience, bad TV sitcoms or from occasionally ease dropping on one end of female phone conversations, but whatever the case it seems that most men believe whole heartily that we women share every detail of our romantic relationships with one another. Please let

Starhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03802900846919255192noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10679709.post-60593868189096344982008-05-01T23:27:00.000-04:002008-05-01T23:29:13.669-04:00

I may have to smack someone really, really soon.If one more person tries to convince me it is ok to have a baby out of wedlock simply because I am 29 and unattached, I am going to reach out and touch their ass. Point Blank!First of all, anyone who knows me knows I have never been the type of chick who had dreams of white picket fences and 2.5 children. Just wasn’t me. Heck to be honest, I am just

Starhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03802900846919255192noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10679709.post-88296746983529111142007-12-28T11:04:00.000-05:002007-12-28T11:11:21.360-05:00

Anyone who has ever had their heart broken knows that the recovery period is sometimes the most painful shit a person will have to endure.But luckily, there are moments in the recovery period when you find that you have exhaled. Usually there is no warning or even self preparation. The shit just happens and you find that one of those things that you’ve holding onto stings just a bit little less

Starhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03802900846919255192noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10679709.post-38474628037559999012007-06-07T20:27:00.000-04:002007-06-07T21:03:28.850-04:00

A little while back I wrote a post detailing my insane fear of commitment. If you missed that one you can check it out here. Yes, I suffered from commitment phobia so severely, that I often needed to be medicated. Although my choice of medication was usually Long Islands Iced Teas or Rum & Cokes, my phobia was still real. So real in fact that it didn’t just manifest itself in romantic

Starhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03802900846919255192noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10679709.post-42064559119662527652007-04-27T12:47:00.000-04:002007-04-27T12:50:28.077-04:00

And letting shit go…If you have called and left messages twice a week for 3 months you can safely assume I will not be calling you back. No need to leave a message asking why I haven’t retuned your phone call.…Sometimes I don’t have a reason why I do or don’t do things. I just fucking feel like it. Deal with it.…If I didn’t ask your opinion I don’t want or need it. So don’t waste your time

Starhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03802900846919255192noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10679709.post-7629769304914879382007-03-28T15:46:00.000-04:002007-03-30T08:43:40.063-04:00

If I don't let this out I may explode Dear You,I have been trying for the longest to figure out the best way to do this and I keep coming up short. My heart hurts like hell. And I have to figure out how to make it stop. So I can get closure and move on. Honestly I wish I didn’t have to move on because for the first time, I saw things in me that I didn’t know existed and I saw who I

Starhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03802900846919255192noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10679709.post-74442135511534430652007-02-20T11:30:00.000-05:002007-02-21T15:02:47.459-05:00

I AM A FIGHTERGuess what I realized today? I am a fighter always have been, always will be. It makes me stronger. Bending, buckling, bowing and breaking just do not work for me. It is just not in me. Never has been and never will be. And guess what else? I am OK with that. Actually I fucking love it.I love fighting. I love to be underestimated. I enjoy being ridiculed. I relish the thought of

Starhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03802900846919255192noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10679709.post-1164635834549611222006-11-27T08:53:00.000-05:002007-02-21T13:12:23.087-05:00

Almost a year since my last post, wow! I just have just waited but ah well here goes maybe this will help me get my mojo back, Anyhoo, below is my take on the whole Michael Richards thing. A little late I know but, a racist being outted is always news.Latest news flash, Michael Richards, Seinfield’s quirky Kramer, is a racist. He has known it for most of his life. His family has probably known it

Starhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03802900846919255192noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10679709.post-1138248445448487442006-01-25T22:26:00.000-05:002006-01-25T23:07:25.473-05:00

Damn, almost two months since my last post, which irronically was about posting more regularly. Go figure. I started a number of entries but was never able to fully complete them. No idea why. Just drew a blank halfway through the darn things. Typically I have a system that says once I reach the point where the words don't come naturally, I stop writing. I always want my words to have some form

Starhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03802900846919255192noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10679709.post-1133535083571389822005-12-02T09:49:00.000-05:002005-12-02T09:51:23.586-05:00

Ok, Ok I know. Damn near three months. I must be out of my damn mind, right? I’ll plead the fifth to that question. Anyway after being cussed out at least ten times by five different people and one very believable death threat, I figured it was time to update this thing. Before one of these fools I know decides to follow through and bust me upside my head, as they have so religiously threatened

Starhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03802900846919255192noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10679709.post-1126559341005444942005-09-12T16:49:00.000-04:002005-09-12T17:09:01.016-04:00

I figured I'd use this entry to post some pretty good life lessons I learned as well as us useless fodder about myself. Really I just wanted to keep this thing updated while I work on a piece that I am having the damnest time finishing. So here is my way of wasting the next 2 minutes of you time. Enjoy! Personal Goal-Grow from every life experianceLife's Goal-To never regret any move I make in

Starhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03802900846919255192noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10679709.post-1125690850312581152005-09-02T15:27:00.000-04:002005-09-02T15:54:10.320-04:00

This country is now experiencing what is probably the worst disaster in its history. I have been watching the coverage so much that I had to force myself to monitor my intake. It was starting to effect my spirit. I have never in my life felt this much compassion for anyone. My heart literally breaks everytime I hear someone's story. I dont know how many times in the past 5 days I have been

Starhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03802900846919255192noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10679709.post-1124824509583831102005-08-23T13:40:00.000-04:002005-08-23T15:15:09.593-04:00

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

Starhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03802900846919255192noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10679709.post-1124386202912052252005-08-18T13:20:00.000-04:002005-08-18T13:40:34.706-04:00

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

Starhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03802900846919255192noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10679709.post-1123269588508314572005-08-05T10:02:00.000-04:002005-08-08T08:59:16.016-04:00

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

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I remember a time when I craved him. When I couldn't wait to see his face and hear his voice. A time when I longed to be in his space and couldn't resist his touch. A time when his breath on my skin was like the night's air. When emotions were so intense, they could only be released by, biting his bottom lip and nibbling his ear. I remember a time when his words were my melodies and his eyes the

Starhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03802900846919255192noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10679709.post-1121798852369288462005-07-19T14:46:00.000-04:002005-07-19T14:51:29.200-04:00

I am rarely disappointed. At least not by the things people do. Not because everyone I know is a great person who always makes wise, considerate decisions, but because I pay attention to the person. And from that I determine my level of expectation for that person. If he is habitually late, I never expect him to be on time. I am delighted if he is, but not disappointed when he shows up an hour

Starhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03802900846919255192noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10679709.post-1121107249349106852005-07-11T12:24:00.000-04:002005-07-23T00:51:16.516-04:00

I spent this past weekend in my hometown, Baltimore. Well while I was there I went to the Sugar Water Festival, a concert that included Floetry, Jill Scott, Queen Latifah and Erykah Badu. I am a fan of all of these ladies for one reason or another so the concert was a real treat to me and the fact that we had great seats didn’t hurt any. Anyway, this was my first time seeing Erykah Badu live, and

Starhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03802900846919255192noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10679709.post-1119632460840228772005-06-24T12:27:00.000-04:002005-06-24T14:41:04.516-04:00

I went to several of my favorite sites and they each had some form of poetry posted so I figured, what the hell. Might as well display some more of my girlie side. I wrote this piece, largely cause I have been here before. Shid, who am I kidding, not only have I been here, I came in took off my shoes and stayed so long I had a spare toothbrush. Hell, I even ran into a few of my girlfriends there.

Starhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03802900846919255192noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10679709.post-1119455959036409752005-06-22T11:53:00.000-04:002005-06-22T11:59:19.046-04:00

Ever meet someone for a brief period in time and find yourself wondering about that person on a regular basis? I have, heck I do often. See, there are people with whom I have had fleeting moments with and for some reason still feel connect to their spirit. I don’t really understanding where it comes from or what about that particular person causes the connection. I just know its there. They just

Starhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03802900846919255192noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10679709.post-1118861188458710512005-06-15T14:45:00.000-04:002005-06-15T14:47:02.943-04:00

I just had to post this link. I thought this was so intriguing.http://postsecret.blogspot.com/

Starhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03802900846919255192noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10679709.post-1118765047084796762005-06-14T12:00:00.000-04:002007-04-27T08:51:37.817-04:00

...And letting shit go. I was going to write this long, drawn out explanation detailing why I felt the need to write this post but then I figured, for what? I have some shit I need to let go of so here goes--I like myself. Therefore there are times when I just want to be with myself. This is not an indication that anyone did anything to me or that I am upset about anything. It just means that I

Starhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03802900846919255192noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10679709.post-1117812509052576142005-06-03T11:19:00.000-04:002005-06-03T14:17:25.776-04:00

Those of you who know me know that my squad of friends is mostly comprised of guys. This is how it is, how it always has been and probably how it will always be. Up until high school I only had two female friends. And even then I only gained three more. Add on to that the two more I met in college and you have the total number of females that I have ever really fucked with like that.For some

Starhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03802900846919255192noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10679709.post-1117682195503924962005-06-01T23:10:00.000-04:002005-06-01T23:18:36.703-04:00

My purpose in creating this blog was to discipline myself with my writing. And as we can see, I am not doing a very spectacular job. Actually, I have to admit, I’m kind of ashamed of myself. It isn’t like I haven’t had things happen in my life worth writing about or that my head hasn’t been full of some of the most insane thoughts your imagine. I, honestly think I just got uncomfortable with the

Starhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03802900846919255192noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10679709.post-1111681937625005132005-03-24T11:31:00.000-05:002005-03-30T09:57:30.493-05:00

Nowadays relationships seem so hard, romantic or platonic, so you can consider yourself really lucky in life if you manage to have one true friend. You know the type of person that from the moment you met them was your ace. The type of person for whom you’d kick a stranger’s ass and ask questions later. This is the person who when you tell them everything is fine, they respond with ok, but sit

Starhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03802900846919255192noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10679709.post-1110295589505783432005-03-08T10:24:00.000-05:002005-07-28T13:50:14.936-04:00

Every woman, scratch that, every person has at least one Relationship Demon. That's the one person you just can't seem to shake, past or present. It could be the infamous baby mother/father. It could be the your childhood crush that never quite noticed you. Or it could be that ex that still causes your thoughts to be scrambled. Either way, how is it that they always seem to show up at the precise

Starhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03802900846919255192noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10679709.post-1109955585540210632005-03-04T11:09:00.000-05:002005-03-07T10:37:13.266-05:00

I had to remove the poem I posted the other day. It was just too sappy for even my tastes. Besides, it really didn’t fit my current state of mind. I was just tryna have something to post.Anyway, the other day my best friend said something that kind of got under my skin. After reading the Fear of A Committed Relationship post she commented that when I’d previously expressed this concept to her,

Starhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03802900846919255192noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10679709.post-1109775197081990732005-03-02T09:52:00.000-05:002005-03-03T09:52:57.886-05:00

February 27, 2005, my very own little holiday, has come and gone. Wow, 26 years old. This birthday was pretty darn good. I was really blessed to share it with 90% of the people who are truly important in my life. I really wish I had tons more to say on this topic, but I don’t. It was just an all around great day spent with great people and I am very grateful. Heck, I wish I could have a day like

Starhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03802900846919255192noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10679709.post-1109354691148708652005-02-25T13:03:00.000-05:002005-03-03T09:52:33.586-05:00

Hey folks I apologize for my two-week hiatus, but…aw hell there is really no excuse, I was just slacking. I will try not to let it happen again.The continuance of my introspective stage lead me to think about commitment, or better yet my intense fear of it. For 26 years I have been an only child, which allowed me a certain freedom to do what I wanted for the reasons I wanted. (except when my

Starhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03802900846919255192noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10679709.post-1108208092864730712005-02-12T06:24:00.000-05:002005-03-03T09:53:15.843-05:00

Well folks it appears that another cousin in New Haven died last night, he just had a heartattack and died. So at this moment I am preparing for a very long road trip with my mom. It is kinda odd dealing with the fact that my ex-boyfriend and I are helping one another through the death of the same family member. He was both of our cousin. Although he was mine only through marriage. I guess I

Starhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03802900846919255192noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10679709.post-1108131970669549382005-02-11T09:18:00.000-05:002005-02-11T20:39:14.766-05:00

I have never really been big on Valentine's Day (That might be because I have only had one in my whole life) But in the spirit of the day, I decided to provide the first glimpse into my girlie side. So here is a piece.Fairytale He touched me without using his handsMade love to me with only his eyes andKissed me with his wordsHe looked deep, saw the inner me and marveled at her beautyHe understood

Starhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03802900846919255192noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10679709.post-1108047831046185512005-02-10T09:47:00.000-05:002005-03-03T09:53:48.930-05:00

For the longest I have thought about setting this site up and now that I have done it I find it impossible to organize my thoughts. But here goes..I have recently gone into another one of my introspective stages. That means that my current hobby is inspecting and dissecting myself. This process has given new life to one of a young girl’s icon—Wonder Woman.Growing up in Baltimore I was pretty much

Starhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03802900846919255192noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10679709.post-1107870829429354512005-02-08T08:27:00.000-05:002005-03-03T09:54:26.416-05:00

As I tie up the loose ends on what I consider to be my first real relationship in a number of years, I struggle. I struggle with myself trying to make sure I don't end up adding my very own chapter to the Diary of An Angry Black Woman, because like most of the women I know I could very easily add a few chapters to this book. They might read something like this:Chapter 1: Oh no he didn't?Chapter 2

Starhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03802900846919255192noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10679709.post-1107797287838297712005-02-07T13:26:00.000-05:002005-02-07T12:46:10.976-05:00

Wow! I cant believe I finally did it. I finally got myself up and running on my very own blog. I must pay homage to the folks who encouraged (Tazzee), inspired (Clarissa, Tisha & Bomani) and bitched at me until I had no other choice but to share some writings (Pam, Kendra). Thanks folks, in the words of Tupac--You are appreciated. I haven't quite worked out the format for this yet. Don't know

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