Saturday, December 27, 2008

Best Christmas EVER!

Ok, so I did end up spending Christmas Eve with SJ :) We went back to my apt, turned on some Christmas music and talked. I asked him where we were going; to which he replied he didn't know but that I had always made him happy (which made my foolish heart skip several beats). I looked in his eyes and he was dead serious. Why did he have to be serious?..Then we got into some hot and heavy boo-loving accompanied by ahemiceandahemhandcuffs (TMI? so what!). After it was all said and done we fell asleep in each other's arms. The brakes have officially failed yall...

Christmas morning, I came back to mom's and helped her rush wrap gifts because she was too tired to do it the night before. We exchanged gifts and everyone was happy. Mom got me thee entire Victoria's Secret Pure Seduction scent collection (OMG, i'm addicted to this stuff!) and this Sephora eyeshadow/lipgloss collection:)

Later we took a trip on over to grandmoms to give her gifts. Even though Christmas is not all about gift giving, I notice the older I get..the more I love to give. Also, its just lovely to be around your family..The people that share your blood and who you've watched grow, change, love, hurt, have children, laugh, cry. All these people make you who you are whether you realize it or not. Ok, i'm tearing up now. Time to move on..

On to Daddy's house..I took him and his girlfriend their gifts. Just so you guys know, for the past year i've been building a broken relationship with my father. He and my mom broke up when I was 5 due to his substance abuse issues. But before that he was bigger than Superman to me...always has been. I applaud my mother because she never kept me from him. It was my choice to stay away but when I got older I made the decision to seek the other half of me. He is getting older and he doesn't do things he used too. Man, I never knew my dad was so funny cause he had me cracking the hell up. He's getting married to his girlfriend next month and asked me to give him away. Wow right?

At the end of the day I was ready to pass out face first. And I did.

- I hope your Christmas was as lovely as mine!

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Merry Christmas Lovlies!

I've been out an about in this oops-I-forgot-to-get-blankandblank-a-gift! at the last minute pandemonium. It's actually been smooth for me..Let me run down the list of goodies I got for the fam:

Mom: Donna Karen Cashmere mist perfume set
Brother: Brian Westbrook jersey
Sis: Sony mp3 player
GMom: Plush cream cashmere robe
Dad: Pajama set and slippers

I know I missed a lot of people but theres a lot of ppl in my family..Shoot, it'd be impossible to get everyone. Besides, Christmas shouldn't be all about gifts. It's the love that counts ya dig?...Ok, enough w/the holdiay hoopla.

What i've been up to:
Partying! Friday me and the roomie went to Bleu Martini in Philly and had soooOoo much fun and I always end up dancing with the oddest/nerdiest/weirdest dudes in the club.

Exhibit A:

"What the hell?! Were yall partying at 711?"-Smiley

Exhibit B (this summer)
"Do the Urkel!"

Then I ended up dancing with an extra from the Billie Jean video:

Hee Hee!

Saturday I hit up a friend's Christmas party and had a fabulous time! We played this game called "Never Have I Ever"where you say something about yourself; if it's true you drink along with anyone else it's true for. Ex: "Never Have I Ever: Had sex on a roof.." (yea I have lol) Ok, let's just say I was pretty drunk after that game:

Too late!

Ok, on to my fav subject..Mens!
I just can't seem to fall back from SexyJamaican. He had a change of plans and will be in Jerz until mid Jan. Ok, since I got the peen he's been coming around/calling/texting consistently. I feel like he's seriously trying to make a conscious effort to be in my life. I'm surprised, confused, excited, happy, but most of all--scared. All my friends are telling me not to believe the hype but as soon as he comes around I forget all their advice. We've spent a lot of time together in the last couple weeks and I like it. In fact we're supposed to chill later on today..on Christmas Eve yall *chile please stare*....That's a big deal to me because I always spend holidays boo-less. I think i'm gonna get some things straight with him tonight though because i'm still not sure where we stand or where this is even going........

Ok, i'm tired of typing but I shall return with lots of stories about holiday fuckery

CHILE PLEASE--Have a Merry Christmas lovlies! :)

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Unhealthy obsession

No, not with a man but with ZEBRA PRINT! I'm not sure when it started but it may have begun last year when I changed my myspace background to a pink zebra print. I kept trying to change it but nothing else looked right..Soon after I started painting my nails zebra print and it just all went downhill from there

Zebra print tights, robe, clutch, big bag

And this fabulous lovely dress! Fits me like a glove dont'cha think? all I need is some sheets...

CHILE PLEASE- Call me tacky all you want..I'm still more fabulous than you!

Tuesday, December 16, 2008


OK, gather 'round goes:

So all weekend I studied my butt off for my nursing final. Mannnn, by Sunday night my brain was fried crunchier than southern chicken. I called it quits and passed out. So I check my phone Monday morning and I have a text from SexyJamaican saying that he's back in town for the day. Hmmm...I told him I was on my way to a final and he wished me luck. So after that grueling 150 question exam me and my nursing homegirl got our end of the semester celebration started with a few drinks at the apt. Ok, so i'm already tipsy 2 o'clock in the afternoon. My thoughts shifted back to SJ..I told him I would like to see him before he left..Next thing you know he's calling me from the parking lot.

I bring him up and he starts complaining that he was hungry so I cooked him something to eat (I hate when men don't eat!'s a pet peeve of mine picked up by mom. Besides he was gonna need the energy teehee)

We started off chillin in my room watching CNN footage of Pres Bush getting a shoe hurled at his dumb head. The he says: "Turn the TV off and look at me..."

I turned it off.

Then as he stares at me: "What are you thinking about?"..
IDK, a lot..I guess..
Like what?

I told myself I wouldn't have sex with him..That I only wanted to see him: I stared at him.

I told myself that I would just kiss him. That I only wanted to feel his lips on mine: We kissed.

I TOLD myself that I wouldn't let his hands go past my pantyline. That I only wanted to feel his hands on my waist: My panties were on the floor.

I told myself that I didn't wanna go there with him.
But I did.
We did.

He had me grippin on the bed and bitin my lip...his lips. It'd been so long since I got some that I didn't know how to freakin act!

Damn...afterwards I felt weird. Then the typical after sex thoughts started to creep in.."Why did I do that?.." But I quickly shoo'd them away. It is what it is. I figured that was part of my end of semester celebration for all my hard work and dedication. I've deprived myself for too long. After it was all said and done we gave our farewells as he left town. As far as me and him seeing each other he said that he would work something out. When I got back to my apt I cut myself a big piece of chocolate brownie, poured myself another drink, and fell into the most peaceful sleep..

- Sex and chocolate go together like vodka and cranberry..

Monday, December 15, 2008

Peen for me.

So ummm...yea.

CHILE PLEASE--I don't understand it either but just imagine stories i'll have to tell my grandchildren...

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

No peen for me.

I was sick all last week with Strep throat. My voice went from sounding like Dikembe Mutumbo to Cookie Monster to Tommy Pickles. All the while it felt like someone was scratching the back of my throat with a piece of sandpaper. I.Was.Miserable! Doc put me on antibiotics so its finally going away even tho my voice is still on that raspy shit..

So moving on... you already know who I wanna talk about:


Ok, so we've been texting each other back and forth since our last encounter. Nothing too heavy; just 'how ya doing?' blah blah smalltalk. So Sat. night he calls and says he's on his way to my part of town and wanted to stop by. Mind you it's 2a.m. I asked him if it was booty call and if so he might as well call someone else. He's like "nah, I been thinking bout you all week..and i'm movin out of state tomorrow"

Ok, he did tell me he was moving but not until January. How the hell is he gonna put me in this position? I thought about it for a good 10 seconds and told him to swing past cause I was up late anyway. So he calls me 10mins later and tells me that if he comes by he's gonna be ready to do any and everything sexually to me and doesn't know if he can control himself. "Wow" I really wanted to see him but I made it clear since we started talking again that I did not want to have sex with him. That part of my stupidity is over. I know myself and sex does nothing but open that door for my heart to fall on the floor and get stomped the fuck out again. He asked me if I still wanted him to come and I didn't know what to say. I was flip flopping back and forth until he finally said that he wasn't gonna come and would come see me before he left tomorrow. Ok, I left it at that and took my ponk ass to bed.

The next day he didn't show and I wasn't surprised.
The next day I get a text from him saying he had moved.

I told him he must have not really wanted to see me. He says that he did but he couldn't talk right now blah blah.

Man IDK..I miss him; especially since I don't know the next time i'll see him. I kinda regret turning down the peen but on the other hand i'm so PROUD of myself seeing as though how I can NEVER turn down peen from a certified dickmatizer. The way I see it, if he wants me..he'll put in the effort. Shit....

In other news...
The semester is almost over! I took my nursing research final today and I have my nursing III final next Monday. I'm posted up in my room drankin an amaretto sour and listening to ghetto ass Keyshia cole, watching New Jack City. I plan on studying my black ass off until Sunday 12am. After this shit is over me and my roomies are gonna get shit -faced-pissy-ignorant-ass-blackard-ass-dancing-on-
down DRUNK!

No man, no peen, no school..Might as well..

Monday, December 1, 2008

What had happened was...

So in between eating and playing with my G1. I spent all day Saturday shopping w/Big Boy (SJ's brother). Since it was everyones break BigBoy wanted to hang out before he went back to school and so did SJ. We all decided that we would go out later that night but things didn't work out that way... At the last minute BigBoy decides he'd rather get some ass from one of his bust it babaaays. Damn, I didn't really want to stay in the house. The angel on my right shoulder disagreed and told me to sit my ass down but the devil on my right shoulder dropped kicked her ass while I dialed SJ's number. He scooped me up an hour later and we took a ride to AC.

During the entire ride he kept saying how much he missed me and how he was sorry about how things went down. Told me how much he missed having me around as a friend. Told me how much he missed my smile and just being around me. Held my hand during the drive. He kept saying "I know you don't trust me anymore but i'm being real with you.." . He practically spilled his guts on some Ralph Tresvant sensitivity shit. The man damn near asked me to be with him. Even implied marriage..*insert side eye*

During all these confessions of love flying out his mouth i'm thinking "Damn this nigga is a liar.." and at one point I even called him an actor. He just kept em' coming, and the more he threw my way, the more I wanted to believe him..Oh how I want to believe him yall. I'm all for giving folk second chances but ain't too many helpings left after these last 6mths.

We got to our destination and in a moment of silence he grabbed me by the waist, leaned forward, and kissed'm sorry Lovely.."


Damn, why did he have to go and do that?
Then he kissed me.
And I let him.

CHILE PLEASE-- I don't want to go backward but the breaks are failing..What's a girl to do? :(

Turkey and thangs..

Hello lovlies, i'm back from my lil break that I so desperately needed.

Just a few things I did:

  1. Ate
  2. Ate
  3. Ate some more..
  4. Slept
  5. Bought a G1
  6. Played with my G1.. my phone!
  7. Shopped
  8. Shopped some more..
  9. Drank some amaretto sours
  10. Got a forehead kiss from SexyJamaican
CHILE PLEASE--Go on and give me the side eye...

Monday, November 24, 2008

Keepin up with the Jones'

First i'd like to say that I try to keep up with commenting on my blog folks posts but it gets hard sometimes and a sis gets busy. I will try to make blog rounds this week cause I def miss you guys ♥

The semester is coming to a close and I couldn't be happier. I'm tired of living with a bunch of females. I need a freaking break and Thanksgiving is a few days away. My grandmom is holding festivities this year so I can't wait for all that fooooooooooooooood!

I finally got my loan check. It feels so good to have extra money in my pocket...I haven't gone on a shopping spree yet. I am definitely due for a new phone and I was thinking about the G1? Hmmm..I hate feeling like i'm trying to keep up with the Jones' but I deserve something nice. I'll probably hit the mall like the rest of the sheep on black Friday.

What else...
I have come to accept the fact that i've neglected myself in the love dept. I haven't been out on a date, to lunch. Shit..haven't even held a good conversation with a guy since July. I know some of yall are tired of hearing me yap about it but too effin bad..The thing is..I've always said I wasn't going to be that bitter girl who had her heart broken. Always said that I was too smart to get hurt. Always thought I was too strong to break down. In reality?

I clearly have trust issues now and I don't know how i'm going to work through it if/when I get into a serious relationship. I've always been the one to hate when my friends were boo loving but honestly I was being a hater. Deep down I want what they have (there goes those Jones' again). Don't get me wrong, I love my single ladies (and all the wild fuckery we get into) but in a few years I wanna come home after a long day and have some strong arms greet me at the door.

-- Amel help me out...

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

I saw Chocolate today

My mood today has been rather melancholy. My patient was annoying, my classmates were annoying. My clinical instructor noticed how "blah" I was and let me go home early..So as I was driving home from the hospital I look over and who do I see in the opposite lane at the light? Yup, the one they call Chocolate ((something told me to go that way)). I'm not sure if he saw me but he really couldn't miss me..And if he did he didn't make eye contact. I didn't beep my horn or roll down my window..just drove on past as if i'd never met him. After telling all my friends (and blog friends) that if I saw him how I was gonna exhibit all types of fuckery and blackerdry--Nothing. Didn't stop traffic or make a scene. I was a complete zombie; in shock even. When I got back to my apt I worked out at the gym like a mad woman, took a long hot shower, grabbed a bite to eat, went to my room and out.

- I could've sworn I was over that situation...

Thursday, November 13, 2008


-I want someone to take me out to dinner. Not Friday's or Applebees but somewhere i've never been. Maybe PF Changs?

-I haven't been to the movies since this past summer. Sucks. I change the channel whenever movie trailers come on...

-Haven't been shopping since earlier this yr. I have no money. Literally. Next week I get my loan check after fighting with financial aid all semester. Eff being responsible..there's this cute pink pea coat I saw in H&M..Mommas comin' for you baby!

-I don't like living with other people. I'm not washing your dirty dishes, and don't use my pots if you can't cook or wash them out afterward!

-I like being alone. To myself. In my room. Chillin--hard. Don't care if you think i'm antisocial.

-Frankly, I could give a warm fuck what most people think about me.

-Girls are so catty. It's disgusting really.

-Men are so catty. It's even more disgusting.

-Sex is not overrated, just the ppl.

-For the 93749348304859348th time. Men are stupid.

-So what i'm only 115lbs and work out. I have high cholesterol bitch! Stop looking at me like that!

-I can't stand loud ppl. They're usually the first to run when bows are throwed..

-You're too old to be fightin any damn way. Grow the eff up!

-I can't stand ppl who think they know everything. Shut the eff up!

-You don't want to be black, but you tan every day?

-Last: The pregnant "man" is a just woman with a beard!!!! Stop feeding into this fuckery!

--Never again will I forget the "Chile Please!" (Thanks Mimi!!)

Monday, November 10, 2008


I swear since I moved on campus my vagina has been under attack. I'll speak to these "manfriends" when I see them but in the back of my mind i'm always thinking: "Hmph! All he wants to do is fuck me.."

And 9.99/10 times it's true. Case in point:

Bigeyes is a guy I met when I first started going here. I knew he liked me because most guys do (not that i'm conceited or anything but most dudes DO..Take it how you want) Anywho, he's been trying to get at me since I stepped foot on campus. He's a nice guy and all but nothing too the point where I wanted to date him; so i've always kept things at arms length. Especially now because he has a girlfriend.

So 3 weeks ago BigEyes got onstage at our talent show and professed his love for his g/f in a poem

"I love her"..blah blah blah
"Forget those other hoes"..blah blah blah
I LOVE YOU...blah blah bullshit

At first I was like: Wow, this blackard is really in love huh? Good for him :) So today I get a text message from him:

"Do you know how to give good massages?"

What kinda fuckery is this^^^^Guess i'm one of those other hoes *side eye*. So I didn't respond and when I saw him in the cafe 20mins later her asked if I got his message:

"Why didn't you respond?"
"Sir, that's your girlfriends job.."
"She's not here today..."

I pretty much gave him the "sucks for you.." and kept it movin with my ketchups (yes I steal condiments from the cafe!)

II PAUSE: He's calling me right now! Hold on yall..


Ok, i'm back.. I picked up just to see what he had to say, plus it would make this post more interesting lol. Dontcha'know this blackard just asked me again if I would give him a massage. Sir, I told his ass I wasn't a massage therapist and to throw some ice on that shit and wait till his chick gets back. Do I have bitchslutwhoreskankscallywagtrickasstrick written on my forehead? Seriously though..Do I? I told him to take a freaking nap.

- Maybe I should walk around with a helmet so these fools will stop trying to beat me on the head.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Monday, November 3, 2008

I got a story to tell.

Sorry about the teaser but I love to torture you all with suspense...This is a long post so don't be getting mad at me cause you didn't finish your work. I warned your ass! Grab the popcorn and gather round folk...

And the story goes a lil sumptin like thisssss....

So Friday night I'm getting ready for the party. I decided to go as a sexy vampire. So as i'm getting all vamped up SexyJamaican's brother Teddy, who also happens to be one of my best friends, called out the blue. Mind you, he rarely EVER calls me during the semester, so right off the bat I knew something was up. We get to chatting and I tell him i'm on my way to this Halloween party..

Teddy: Oh word? I heard you was on the flyer. Doing big things huh?!!
Me: Who told you I was on the flyer?? (Teddy is in VA for school)
Teddy: Uhh umm..SexyJamaican...Yea, I just talked to him and he is definitely gonna be in the building tonight so behave yourself
Me: Behave myself? Excuse me but i'm a [She-na-na] La-Dee! [/Martin] (I almost had to cuss him out for that comment. But I digress, that's my homie and he was lookin out for me yall..)

OK. I knew SJ might, possibly be there but Teddy had confirmed it. He also said he was bringing the "fiancee" (ugh). As I put on my bright red lipstick my hand started shaking, stomach got queasy and I started having second thoughts. No NO NO..I'm going. Fuck him!

I get to the party and immediately start scanning the room. My girl said he wasn't coming until later. So I commenced to getting tipsy. 4 Apple martini's later, tipsy is a memory as I find myself dancing with the 303480348th random guy and having so much fun I completely forgot about SJ. That is, until my girl dances up on me and says: "OK, he's here..right behind you...don't make it obvious"...

I turned around and there he was. The motherfucker that broke my heart without so much as blinking an eye. Should I throw my martini in his face? Kick him in the balls? Nah, instead I did what any broken-hearted lady would do. I flashed my most beautiful, crimson-lipped, seductive, look-what-you-missed-out-on smile at him. Not to my surprise he smiled back (he always loved my smile). Eventually he made his way over to me and asked me how I was doing..

Me: Fine..How are you? *still smiling*
Him: I'm ok..*staring*

At this point everything was a blur..From what I can remember I continued dancing with random guys (and girls lmao) right in front of his face LOL! He basically held up the wall and just kept staring at me half the damn night. At one point I asked him where his "fiancee" was because his attn was clearly focused on me. She was across the room dressed as Dorothy. If i'd had 1 more drink flowing thru my bloodstream I would've told her to click her heels 3 times and go back to Africa. But I digress, she stayed on her side of the room most of the night and didn't even say anything when I kept poking him right in front of her face. Seems to me she should have dressed as the cowardly lion after all the cunty comments she made on the innanets about "bitches hatin" when they got together. Anywho, the devil juice did take hold of me in other ways:

  1. I kept poking the back of his neck as I walked past (he hates ppl touching his face/neck) but he just kept grinning like a cheshire cat.
  2. In the midst of being a drunk and hot girl I managed to lose my cell phone. Guess who found it?? Yup..him. That's when I knew it was time to stop drinking LOL.
  3. Having thought I lost my moms super-duper expensive camera I harassed the DJ into making several announcements until finally realizing I left it in the car..smh.

In the parking lot the devil juice prevailed as some blackards started fighting over lawd knows what. Probably scuffed Adidas or something. After poking SJ a few more times and FunnyGirl even biting the back of his neck for good measure we left and I never felt so good. Despite the circumstances that was the most fun i'd had in a very long time..In fact--EVER!

The next morning I get a text from..........................Yup. Asking if I made it home safe. On the way out the door I remember him telling me he was gonna get my number from Teddy cause he wanted to talk to me; but I waved it off as the alcohol talking. I guess it wasn't. He called and basically gave me a man apology (one of those apologize where he dances around the actual words "i'm sorry") He said the engagement is off but they're still technically together until he moves out of state in a few months.

"When I saw you the entire room stopped. It was just me and you..."--SexyJamaican

Somebodies been watching their soap-operas cause he deserves a Daytime Emmy after that Susan Luchi comment. He acknowledged his manipulative ways and chaulked it up to his "trust issues." Said that he was starting to trust me so he basically fucked things up between us intentionally cause he was afraid I would hurt him. It was an interesting conversation but this post is long enough. The conversation boiled down to us being 'cool' with each other and letting go of the animosity.We both got the closure that was needed and it's nice to know that we can be in the same room and furniture not be moving. In some crazy fucked up way............I miss him..and I know he misses me. But my heart keeps saying:

CHILE PLEASE--We can never be...

Saturday, November 1, 2008

Witches, Goblins, and SexyJamaican?

"When I saw you the entire room stopped. It was just me and you..."

CHILE PLEASE- This is gonna be a long story....

Thursday, October 30, 2008


I just got done working out. Tryna get the cholesterol down. I thought I was going to hate being all health conscious and shit but it's not that bad. Working out is addictive as hell!

Anywho, I had an ok week. The clinical rotation is getting better since i've learned how everything works. My careplans are good and I think i'm getting the idea. I'ma be a nurse yall. I can't even believe how far i've come...

Ok, so a friend is throwing a masquerade party for Halloween and guess who might be there?....................

*jeaopardy music*


Her b/f is his friend yadda yadda--mutual friend fuckery. I really don't wanna get all hyped up because I honestly don't think he'll be there but i'm still going. I'm tired of not going to events he might possibly-maybeeee be in the building. Just sick of it. I'm gonna go and have a good damn time. Besides, i'm on the damn flyer for the party. Anywho, I wanted to dress up as a cop so when "Mrs. Officer" came on I could shake my skinny ass, but since I don't have the $$$ I just might do an all black ensemble and red lipstick a la Vampire. I love that new show True Blood! The acting is blah, black girl has a fucked up accent, and the white girl's name is Sookie--da fuck? Don't even get me started gay ass Lafayette LOL. My friends wanna do ball gowns and all that elegant shit but "bleh." I haven't dressed up since I was like 13. My mom bought this old lady costume to school. It was so effing em-burr-isin!!!

OH yea..I found out Chocolates mom works at the hospital I do my rotations. How awkward. I had my labcoat on and she's looking at me like "WTF is this young girl doing here?" At first she didn't recognize me and asked if I needed help..After I realized who she was I said: "Heyyy, aren't you Chocolate's mom?" After a confused look I said: "Yea, i'm the girl your boyfriend fucked over. Great job on raising such a punk ass son!:)" Well, I didn't say thaaaat, but I wanted too.. She said it was nice seeing me but I have a feeling she was just being nice. Oh well, I hope she went home and told his ass how stupid he was for letting go of such a successful young lady. Hmmph!

I will let you guys know how the weekend went as soon as I get a chance. Sorry bout the lack of updates but I gotta do what I gotta do sonnnnnn...

- I'm not a trick so I definitely won't be treatin'..

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

The Vicious Cycle + The Lone Black Girl

I have come to the conclusion that peen would do my body good. Ugh. Every week is something different. One week I'm "numb", the next I wanna "show up in lingerie". Da eff is wrong with me?! I thinks its a combination of lonliness, stress, and just wanting to feel a warm body next to mine..*sigh* Maybe it has something to do with my period being almost a week late And don't go *gasping* because I don't even remember what a peen looks like so pregnativity (my made up words lol) aint going down over hea! Don't worry, next week i'll be back to bitching about that other species. It's a vicious cycle. Speaking of that other species...Lets continue that cycle right about....


Remember SmartGuy...Yea the stalker I was telling yall about. Well he got the hint I wasn't interested and stopped texting. I see him here and there and make small talk. Well, last week I saw him in the cafe and decided that I should be nice to him. I bent down to give him a hug. Don't you know this motherfucker had the nerve to put his face in my tits!! Yes, he put his face in the lovlies!

Me: "Sir!, WTF?! that was not cool. Don't you ever do that shit again! + some other obscenities that I can't remember".

Straight embarrassed his ass in front of his lunch flunkies. I was pissed beyond the highest pisstivity! How dare that hanglip bastard have the audacity to test my limits. I could see if I was attracted to him and wanted him to put his nostrils between the lovlies, buuut Nah SON, I don't know you like that '_'. And even if I DID that shit still don't fly. I get the feeling he's one of those fools that are so used to dealing with whores and skuttlebutts that he doesn't know how to quell his blackardry in the presence of a young lady. He found me later and gave me a silly ass apology...lookin all stupid in the face! A hot triflin mess. And get this: A few days later I had a dream that he tried to rape me. Creepiest shit EVER. If that's not a sign, I don't know what is....

BlackMon's birthday was yesterday. I wouldn't have even remembered if mom didn't mention it. She hit the lotto off his birthday a few years back, so now she plays it every year. Chile Please! He ain't hardly bring me any good luck. I checked hacked his old blackplanet page and sure enough he still uses it (his outdated ass). He had a few notes from some young ladies hoodrats. This is what his page said:

"I'm halfway single (girlfriend) but don't see settling down to be one dem square niccas"

Tell me why I felt a twinge in my heart after reading that fuckery.^^It's been well over a year since i've seen him but I seriously felt some type of way for 0.125 nanoseconds. Moving onnnnn. And for the 3430480343th time. No, I haven't forgotten about the BlackMon series! Update coming soon ( I promise this time!)

So today was the 1st day of my advanced med-surg rotation on a trauma unit. I know i'm fully BEYOND capable of taking care of patients; but the fact that I didn't get an externship this summer and seemingly everyone else in my program DID has me feeling at a disadvantage. I hate hate HATE feeling like that. Plus, i'm the only black girl in my clinical group so naturally i'm expected to do 1,000x better than the pale skin kind. Man, I couldn't even take a freaking blood pressure without getting all nervous and fumbly (word?). I hate feeling like I don't know stuff and my instructor expected us to just go off and do everything. Mind you, this was my first rotation at that hospital so I didn't know where shit was or how the computers worked. Ugh. I just felt so incompetent. Not to mention I have a million tests this week, careplans due, papers due. Overwhelmed much? methinkso. Anyway, I called my mom today and her mommy senses must've told her something was wrong. She gave me some words of encouragement and I feel a little bit better. I took a nice hot shower, got me a soft taco, and some hot cocoa. Next time will be better. I.GOT.THIS!

CHILE PLEASE- Friday should have been here yesterday...

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Study woes

I'm sitting in the computer lab after I attempted to study in the cafe (you know I can't be too far away from FOOD ) I have a big nursing test Monday and I don't know how the hell to study for it. I think i'm suffering from burnout. I've always been a excellent student but lately I just haven't been motivated to do anything. I used to outline entire freakin chapters, color coded and everything! I was such a nerd. Now, i'm proud of myself if I skim the chapter summary. Plus i'm a procrastinator so I always blow off things until the last minute. And it's such a nice day out. I am loving this lovely weather in October (hate wintertimes, yes I said "wintertimes" lol). Okay...that's enough venting and excuses. Give me some study tips ppl!!!! I'm going to finish studying now :*(

CHILE PLEASE- I just want to graduate!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Fabulosity revived?

I absolutely love this song/video right now!

Somebody told me she got the concept from the cute lil ole ladies back in the 60's

I personally don't give a damn if she stole it, borrowed it, jacked it..Whatever..Indeed there was a lot of twerking going on but dayum..Give her a break! Seems like she was paying homage to the original along with the art of dance. Plus this song makes me feel a little better about being single LOL.

CHILE PLEASE- I can't wait to laugh at offbeat heffas do these dances in the club (including myself LOL)

Saturday, October 11, 2008

Chile Puh-lease

Maybe i'm bipolar. I get really happy, then all of a sudden i'm cold/sad/angry. Nah, i'm not bipolar because theirs always something that is a legitimate impetus for my change of mood.

After all that i've been through these past 6 months I feel like no one really understands. Sure people can offer words of sympathy (and I appreciate all my lovely readers comments!) and tell you 'it's gonna be ok' but no one will ever know. Friends, one truly understands exactly what the fuck i've been through over these last few months and how is has affected me. I do not tell everybody everything so I edit a lot of things regarding my previous relationships both here and offline I still don't know if I ever really got over or thru the business of having my heart broken. I thought SJ fucked my head up good; but after Chocolate, as devastated as I was, I sort of cried it out (a lot), put on a face stiffer than a mannequin and pushed it all to the side. "Fuck it" I said.."Fuck it in the ass with a sandpaper and rise it off with vinegar!" Personal relationships with friends are not as close as they once were. People were always quick to give advice on what I should do when all I wanted them to do was listen to me. Folk have done things against my wishes after I explicitly expressed my opposition. Other things I have felt passionate about have fallen on deaf ears. Chicks before dicks remember? I feel like people that i've always been honest with aren't being honest with me. Like they're holding back things that they normally wouldn't because they think it will hurt me in some way (Chile Please..i'm a grown woman). And, I feel like certain folk we're happy that I got played.

Sometimes I feel like i'm bitter. Because that sounded really bitter huh? But guess what? I am. I'm human and we're allotted these emotions; otherwise we would be empty vessels with no sense of what it means to go through life. I don't know if it's a phase but I have been colder than i've ever been. I don't smile when I see a cute guy; don't get excited when he smiles at me; don't really give a fuck if he smiles at all. Don't carry on the way I used to in personal relationships cause I don't want people close to me. Nor, do I want to know whats going on with them. I guess that's just how shit is right now until.....


Chile Please- I'm more numb than if I had lidocaine flowing thru my veins and arteries.

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Men are like toys

I'm still alive! Freaked out but i'm never going to that store alone again!

Ok, on to my favorite subject: Mens!

I haven't been on a date since Chocolate. Even after all i've been through I can't help but miss him. *Sigh* He's like the expensive toy that you begged for everyday. You got it but couldn't get the full potential out of cause you didn't have all the extra attachments so you just gave up one day. (i.e Love, Trust, Communication).

Moving onnnnnnnnnnnnnnn...

Anywho, remember BigB? He's like the toy you couldn't get enough of on Christmas Day but come New Year's you were over it. Cute doll but it only says one phrase. "Sex Please" He called me yesterday out the blue. We talk on AIM every once in a blue. He recently broke up with his girl. He wants to know if we can go out when i'm not busy. But you know I always have to do my little spin on things:

Translation: My ass is in a drought and I was wondering if you could make it rain?

I didn't give him a 'yes' or 'no'; more like a 'meh'. Plus, I don't necessarily find him attractive after that hygiene incident. Don't get me wrong, he's still cool and all but I just don't wanna be bothered.

Later that night I got a text from BabyBoy asking me what I was doing. He's like the fragile doll that grandma passed down to you but set aside because it doesn't do special shit like talk, piss, or make faces; cute, boring, and scared you might break it. This baby is still tryna get me in between his power ranger sheets. He keeps saying that he doesn't have a girlfriend wants me to chill with him (suuuuuure). I was bored so I played text tag until it got a lil freaky.

Lovely: Ok, go to bed now bighead!
BabyB: I can't sleep, still wide awake Ms.
Lovely: I need to come tuck you in?
BabyB: I think so..I think that would help
Lovely: lol. nah, i'ma stay right here. Drink some warm milk
BabyB: whoa

Yes, I admit to being a tease ;) I saw him in the hall today and snuck up on his sexy self. I sense he wanted to chill w/me but he didn't ask. Chile Please! I had a little smirk inside cause I could seriously have him sprung if I wanted too. Show up at his door with a robe and lingerie..He would lose his 20year old mind hahaha.

I'm ready for something new.. Tired of these old hand me down "Remember the time..." niggas. I need a brand new fresh-out-the-box smelling toy to play with!

Monday, October 6, 2008


Ok, i'll get right to it. No it isn't Blackmon or some dude not taking the hint. Some scary shit happened to me last night and I am still in shock, scared, and basically creeped the eff-out!

Last night someone followed me home to my moms house. No no're not understanding. Like literally! I went to the supermarket at about 8:30-9ish to get some engine oil for my jalopy of a car. On the way home I was on my cell so I can't tell how long he was following me. I only noticed he was following me after I turned down the main street to my house because his lights were so bright. So, I pull into the parking lot of our complex and park front bumper first. I changed my mind and tried to back into the spot(to access my hood easier) but this mystery car with his halogen high beams pulled up on my ass so fast that I couldn't back in, and had to pull into another spot. I thought he would've kept going but he stopped at the dumpster located at the end of the parking lot. So, being the adept driver that I am I did a K-turn out the spot back toward my original spot while he's still sitting there bewildered. Next thing you know; I get out my car to rush into the house and he pulls up on the grassy side opposite the parking lot and calls me: "Hey....Hey..." I don't know if I was being naive or just plain terrified but I remember replying "Yes?!!!" with much attitude. He didn't say anything back...just stared at me. I ran into the house and told my mom what happened as he pulled out the parking lot. I was tempted to follow him and get his tags but mom wouldn't let me. OMG, I am still scared and constantly looking over my shoulder. I clearly didn't know him and he didn't know me! I swear everytime I go into that supermarket some shit like this happens. One night another man waited for me to come out the store late at night and basically bullied me into giving me his number. Another incident, this old ass rapist lookin white man ran up on me and tried to harass me. It was dark so I didn't get a good look at his face but of what I can remember he was brown skin, bald-head, medium build & driving a new silver Caddy with NJ tags. And it looks like he had on a bluetooth headset. I don't think anything will happen to me, but just in case I put it out there.

CHILE PLEASE- WTF is wrong with people!?

Saturday, October 4, 2008

I can't eat what?!!!

So heres the backstory; before I moved on campus I had to get a meningitis shot. The doc asked me if I wanted to get blood work done and I said what the heck. It's been a year since I got tested anyways. So 2 weeks later I get a letter in the mail saying that I need to follow up with my lab results. OMG, my heart was on the floor!!! Buuuuuuut, the letter also said it wasn't an emergency because if it was they would have called (whew!). OK, so I schedule an appointment for the following week. The little asian doc walks in and says that I have........


The normal total cholesterol is 200. Mine? 255 :(

She basically went on to say that I had to exercise and eat right for 3 mths because if it doesn't go down they wanna put me on meds. So what that means is that I can no longer can I have sour cream on my tacos, eat a whole pack of bacon (because I will do it!), marinate my delicious steaks in butter, nor put extra sharp cheese on my mac & cheese :(

I'm only 24 and I weigh 112lbs. That goes to show you that all skinny folk are not healthy! All those people telling me I could eat whatever I want, went straight to my head because; Yes, I am a certified food addict. Put anything in front of me and I will most likely eat it. Except for (ironically) oatmeal and cheerios. (Oatmeal looks like throw up and cheerios taste like cardboard!)

The next day I decided to chop down my weekly 1hr 30mins of cardio so I ran to my car. Don't you know these crackheads started laughing at me?! Talmbout: What yo' skinny ass runnin fo'? Argh! Then to make it worse they closed our gym for repairs. Lawd what is I's gonna do?! My mom nagged me to go to the store and buy Cheerios and Oatmeal (gag!). Me and my dad's girlfriend Freckles went food shopping the next day and I got turkey bacon and wheat bread. I was trying to be health conscious yall. Anywho, she brought my dad pigs feet, extra thick bacon, and poak chops. I was like WTF Freckles?! You tryna give my pop a heart attack? She said he gets mad if she doesn't buy it..smh; guess you can't change some folk. Clearly I get my food habits from him (minus the pigs feet..ugh) because my mom is extra health conscious. She's almost a vegetarian and made me eat this carrot/broccoli/celery soup with ginger and garlic yesterday (I love veggies!). But the short of it is I plan to get this cholesterol down which is why I gave my block of cheese, bacon (cry), and eggs to my roomates. I'm about to go run today. I'll be back tomorrow cause I haven't talked about mens in awhile.

CHILE PLEASE- I even forced down oatmeal this morning.

Saturday, September 27, 2008

How was my weekend?

Me, Smiley & Candy went out to Dave & Busters this past weekend. Smiley had broken up with her b/f a few weeks ago and Candy had broken up with hers that day so it was certified a 'Fuck em' girl, fuck em' party. I was in rare form, cussin out corny ass white boys and just acting like a certified blackard..smh. I can usually hold my liquor, but I didn't eat beforehand and ended up urling in Candy's car..OMG, I felt so bad :(

Absolut(ely NO Men!)


We made a toast/promise to ourselves. Mine was to not bust the windows out of Chocolate's car LOL. (lies!)
No comment.

that's better..Smiley kicking over traffic cones.."Fuck that, if we can't park here now EVERYBODY can!"



- I needed that!

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

The Funeral

So I went to the funeral last Tuesday and needless to say I was nervous, anxious, and all those feelings that make your stomach sour. The night before i'd tried to figure out something to wear. My mom told me wearing all black was cliche' and I didn't have a decent top to go with my black slacks other than a black top..So I got up early to go to ghetto mecca of clothing: Rainbow. They opened at 10 and the funeral started at 11. So I get there at 10:01 and the heffa that opens the store refused to open the door because she was putting up baby clothes. WTF?! 3 other customers as pissed as me were ready to commence cussing her ass out until she finally decided to open the store at freaking 10:20. I swear this is one of the reasons I hate living in the ghetto. Straight ig'nance and blackardry!

Now when I got to the funeral home I saw all my aunt's and uncles..cousins standing outside. No sign of my dad. It was so weird since I haven't seen any of them in over 10 years let alone together. They don't necessarily get along...When me and my mom got out the car my aunt Betty who I haven't seen in over 10 years said "Here come the twins..." I looked just like my mom when she was young. Skinny with big boobs lol.

I gave everybody a hug and a kiss

My grandmother looked nice..At peace--finally.

My dad finally came and sat down next to me. He held my hand and I immediately started crying. I was so trying soooo hard not to cry but they just came and wouldn't stop. No matter how much I lose contact with my dad I still love him. You know when you're a kid you think your dad is Superman and nothing can hurt him. At that moment I knew he was hurting. And I realized my Superman is only human.

We went to the burial and later a get together at my uncles house. It was like a family reunion even though everyone didn't come. The food was delicious and my greedy butt had 3+ plates. OMG my cousins, we all look exactly alike! Same size, shape, same lack of booty LOL. My twin cousin made some super-duper strong strawberry daquiri's. When my dad found out I was drinking he tried to get all daddy like "Oh NO, my baby can't be drinking. She gotta drive!" He ended up telling my mom that he still loved her with his new girlfriend sitting 20ft away LOL! Then, we looked at some old pictures of our parents wearing crooked afro's and polyester suits. Our parents used to be havin' it back in the day! At the end of the night we all exchanged numbers. Everything turned out so much better than I thought it would.


CHILE PLEASE--Hopefully the next time we get together won't be the result of a funeral.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

Friday Fuckery

  • Thank the teenage jeebus! My week is over! Hope all my lovely readers had a good week :)

  • Ok so, The funeral was Tuesday and it went well (well not well...but as far as the awkwardness goes...) I'll tell you all about it cause its a long story.
  • My psych rotation is hilarious as I thought it would be. Picture a patient telling me I had big tits..lmao! (will elaborate on that as well)
  • I didn't forgot about the honest blogger award and I will be getting to my blog rounds within the next couple days. I miss yall soooo much, but a chick be busy :(
  • I've finally decided what to do to my nappy head so I'm braiding my hair in micros tomorrow. I finally have a desire to go out, party, drank and skank it up for a change (jackin KB's slang). I have denied myself far too long. Not to toot my horn but uhhh..TOOT TOOT! A bitch like me is too fly to be cooped up in the crib! Yahmeeeeeeeaaannnn?!

-- I know yall get tired of logging on and seeing these half-assed posts but I-i-i's gettin to it!

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Sunday Kinda Love

So this weekend I was 'sposed to go out with my roomates. Here was the plan

Friday night: party in Philly.
Saturday: Temple U. Step Show

I went to neither. It's not that I didn't want to, but I simply am not up to par at the moment. Reasons being:

1.My hair is a stone cold mess. My bumpers (ghetto slang for flat irons) broke so i've been wrapping my hair for 2 weeks straight. It's pretty long but I like to be fab when I go out. No questions asked. If my hair is not done I don't feel right.

2. I can't buy a new pair of bumpers because i'm broke. Well, not completely. I did sew-in's for 2 of my roomates and micros for another friend. But that's gas money...shoot. When I like to go out I like to have $$$ to buy my own damn amaretto sours instead of having some dude babysitting me cause he copped me a drank.

3. I feel to old to party "in da club." I don't know if you guys realize this but i'm (now don't go telling nobody..) *looks around* 24 years old. Even though i could easily pass for a 17 year old, it doesn't mean I wanna dance to "She Gotta Donk." Shoot, I didn't even go to 18 & up clubs when I was 18 so why the heck would I wanna go when i'm *shhhhhh* 24

4. I didn't go to the stepshow because SexyJamaican is a Kappa and pretty much goes to every freaking greek event, and most likely participated (I heard they won). Maaaaan, I haven't seen him since that fuckery went down and I don't know how i'd react if I saw him, so lately i've been avoiding all things greek.

...Yea I got more excuses than a nilla going to jail but it is what it is...

What I did instead...
Friday night I slept
Saturday...I went over my grandmoms house. I like being around my family. My cousins have a bunch of kids and they all look like mini-me's. Its so funny and they're so effin cute. Me and LadyG are the only ones who don't have chirrens yet..
Today I went to my grandmoms house again..My aunt's BDay is tomorrow and her daughter (my cuz) cooked some baked chicken, fried fish, cornbread, rice, and stuffing! Don't forget the icecream & cake. You know I never miss out on a meal so I was there grubbin with my skinny self. On the way home (2 hours ago) I started crying out of nowhere. It was weird. A love song came on and that just made me realize that I don't have anyone calling my phone asking me how my day was. I feel like something is wrong with me since dudes keep doing me wrong..Where's my Sunday love? The kind that Etta sings about..*sigh*

Ok..on a more serious matter

My grandmother on my father's side passed away. I was not close with her and for the longest I can remember she wasn't mentally stable (Alzheimers I believe). She died in a nursing home and from what I hear she was suffering so she is in a better place now. I haven't cried. But how am I supposed to feign grief? I feel more guilty than anything because I didn't get to know her. *sigh* And wouldn't you know that my father lives on the same block as my college and hasn't called me at all?..He has my number but only seems to pull it out his memory when he needs something. I called and left a message on his phone but--nothing. You'd think he didn't have a daughter (his only child..but that a whole 'notha post). The funeral is Tuesday. I'm going.
I really have to mentally prepare myself for this family reunion. Boy, this is going to be awkward.

- Gearing up for another week. Sunday.......Sunday come soon...

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Squeezing it in..

blogging that is. But ain't some delicious lookin' orange juice?

The truth is i've been reading like crazy. Reading 5-6 chapters per lecture. Ridiculous! I don't know how the eff they expect us to read all this mess. I'm certainly no speed reader and my attention span has shrunk to the equivalence of a two year old after a pack of M&M's. Your lovely one is just getting back into the swing of things with school and haven't been able to comment like I want too (even on my blog..sorry yall) I plan on squeezing a good 2 hours in my schedule Sunday to catch up 'cause I def miss my blog fam. Just a few things..

I started my psych rotation and it's been going pretty good. I sat in on a outpatient adolescent session and some of these kids are a mess. As soon as one kid sat down he pulled out a lighter he picked up off the ground.WTF!? Most of them were probably spoiled brats whose parents told them "NO" for the first time. But other kids were sincerely effed up. Like Suicide Girl, she tried to kill herself by slitting her wrists because she said she felt like no one cared. Damn, and she was a little black girl which made my heart bleed even more for her...*sigh* Then I sat in on an adult session that was something like an AA meeting. I love the candor of people with addictions so i'm definitely thinking about looking further into it.

I've been eating like crazy. This campus food must have crack sprinkled on top of it because I can not stop eating! The other day I freaking rib eye steak for lunch and got mad when I realized they had a taco bar I missed out on. Greedy! I'm only 115lbs but ya girl might be squeezing into some jeans before this semester is over lmao.

Ok, enough with school..

There's been no men in my life. Well, I guess BabyBoy counts. He lives on campus and I know his ass couldn't wait till I got here. I saw him yesterday before my class and he told me he finally got a car. I joked with him that he could take me back to Applebees so I could get him back for the stunt he pulled. You see, the last time we went he told the folk it was my birthday (it wasn't) and they came out clapping and singing with a big ole chocolate cake thingamajig. So embarrassing! (how cute of him though:) Anywho, my roomate Smiley told me he had a girlfriend so I asked him just to confirm; to which he responded "Something like that..yea theres something going on..."

Translation: Yea I have a girlfriend but I want my cake, pie, icecream and eat it too. Preferably off of your naked body..
Yea, he's a sweetie but even sweeties can be sweet little dogs. I told him I couldn't come between him and that chick. Da eff I look like getting in some silly college drama?! Chile Please! and NO thank you. He texted me later that night to ask what I was doing. He gots no reply from me. I'm keepin it friendly from this point on.

Ok, i'm getting ready for bed now. Gonna cuddle up with my pink body pillow, & love-a-lot bear (lol) Got a full day of lecture then clinical, then my roomies wanna drag me to a party right after. Sigh. Pray for me yall..

CHILE PLEASE--Love-a-lot bear can't hug me back. Where is my man? :(

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

BlackMon go away. Don't come back another day!

So lets get straight to it..

This past Sun I went to pay mom a visit. When I got back to my apartment she called and asked if I knew someone named "Aaron". Apparently some dude came to the door and asked for me by name. Hmmm. "No, I don't know anyone named Aaron offhand, let me get back to you.." So I thought about it and it finally hit me. BlackMon has a friend by that name. I think it's Adrian, or Arian..or something similar. Anywho I asked my brother what the dude looked like and it was a match. This motherfucker has ppl knocking on my door for me! He doesn't even have the balls to do it himself because my mom would probably call the cops on his bum ass. I haven't talked to him since this. He probably just got out of jail or something. After knowing him for 10 years i'm 100% sure this is an attempt to see me or rekindle some shit that died out years ago. I swear ass is more unstable than a schizophrenic off his meds with two broken legs. The semester just started and I do NOT want to deal with his ass. He knows what college I go and I pray he doesn't see my car. *sigh*

CHILE PLEASE--I wish I never met him..

Saturday, September 6, 2008

Stalkers and WacArnolds

Classes started this week for me and I haven't really felt any two ways about it. On one hand this is probably one of the hardest of the 4 semesters required for nursing school but I.Got.This! At the beginning of each semester we have to take this med-calc quiz in order to stay in the program which always scares me a bit but I ended up passing on the first try! Like I said. I. Got. This!

So, sitting in my room sometimes can be a drag. I'm happy that I have the space but I get so lonely when my roomates have company over :( I want somebody to hold onto at night ya know? And not any of these baby boys on campus smh..

Speaking of which: I met this guy, we'll call him SmartGuy. He's a transfer student so being the doll that I am I showed him around campus. Gave him my number (why o why did I do that??!!) He started telling me how he wanted to move on campus yadda yadda and wanted to know how the apartment layout.

Scruuruuuuruuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. In man words: I want to see your room, your bed, and eventually the innermost softness your poom poom.

NO! So I stopped replying to his text messages, phone calls after about 2 days. The other night don't you know this fool sent me a half nekkid pic of him. Ummm. Creepy. The next day I saw him in the cafe and told him not to send me shit like that. His corny ass tried to say he meant to send it to someone else. I told him to stop lying because that shit was creepy and I didn't appreciate it. What kind of slutbagwhoreskank do you think I am? Did you think you'd get a snapshot of the mammaries in return? The luscious poom poom perhaps? Dog, uno yaself! He apologized and told me it wouldn't happen again but that shit is a wrap. He texted me a few more times with some ole reverse psychology "Oh you not replying cause you're so busy..that's wsup..means you're a go-getter." Nah, son..I'm not replying cause yousa damn stalker! I'm so done it's not even funny. He had some potential but naw B..I can't fuck with stalkers.

What else...

Yesterday I had a full day. Lecture in the A.M and clinical in the P.M. Nursing from sun up to sun down. By the time I got back the cafe was closed so I figured i'd go to McDizzles and rack up on the dollar menu (cause a sis is broke). Anywho, I get there and it's maybe 3 cars in front of me (not too bad) and wait for at least 5 mins before some hoodrat hops on the mic. Mind you this is the ghetto and blackardry is to be expected.

"Can I take your order?"
"Yea, let me get a McChicken sandwich and a medium fry"
"We aint' got McChicken"
" Ok, hold on one sec *figuring out what I want*"
"OK..let me get a double cheeseburger and medium fry"
*silence for another 3 mins*
*Ms. Lovely gets pissed*
"I can't hear you"

No cars were moving and at this point I was so hungry that I just pulled off. When I got around to the side door the cops were there and some blackards were fussin and cussin about their order. Apparently the reason why the drive thru wasn't moving. I haaaaaaaaate living in the ghetto! I have the worst experiences with fast food. A few years ago on my old blog I talked about the WacArnolds incident, and I even had problems at Wendy's. I stormed back to my room mad and hungry. SJ's brother and his friend were up from VA for the weekend. They were headed to some party and even though I really didn't feel like entertaining company I let them come up and bring me food and ack-a-hol. Watched some Conan O'Brien and took my punk ass to bed. That was my week this far. I haven't gotten to my blog rounds but i'll check yall out eventually..

CHILE PLEASE- I'm chillin like a villian..

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

All settled..

Well almost. Still have a few things to unpack. I moved in Saturday/Sunday. My mom helped me with most of the heavy lifting. When it was all said and done mom looked like she was ready to cry (mind you i'm only 15 mins away)..But i'm her baby so that's to be expected with me leaving the nest. I had to re-assure her that her lovely one would fare just fine. She took me out and brought me a bunch of stuff at Target (best store EVAR!) I went home for Labor Day and chilled with my cousin who you all know as FunnyGirl, but will get to know as LadyG because I helped her set up her first blog! It's called Eat My Cookiez (props for the banner go to moi:) Go support and get yourself some of those good cookies before she runs out! She made an attempt at whipping up some Curry Chicken, beans and rice and it was scrump-diddly-umptious! I swung past my moms house and she had some ribs & greens waiting for me. Lawd they tryna fatten me up yall!
If feels so good to live on my own. I have 3 roomates and I think we'll all get along well:

Smiley- She's a sweetheart. After I unpacked my stuff she knocked on my door and asked if I wanted to go over the bridge to Philly and walk around the city. I was too tired so we ended up having a few drinks and watching the STD festivities aka "I Love Money" and getting to know eachother..Goodtimes!
Note to self: Although you can handle your drank DO NOT mix light and dark EVER again!..My head was spinning like the exorcist.

Candy- She's one of the only other black girls and in my program and one of the reasons I moved down here in the first place. We can study together and just wild out! Love that girl...

Mystery- The reason I call her mystery is because I just met her this morning after being her for almost a week. We tried to get another girl as our roomate but Mystery said she wasn't moving. I felt a little bad that we were tryna oust her already but it is what it is. Anywho, Smiley and Candy said she stays to herself. I knocked on her door last night to introduce myself and be friendly but she didn't answer. Okkkaaaay. Then this morning I was brushing my teeth and she stuck her head out the door and said "Hi". Idk..maybe she's going through some thangs but then again i'd keep to myself if nobody wanted me there in the first place.

Ok, I think that's all for today. I'm waiting for LadyG to come see my apartment cause lawd knows I need company. I get all lonely waiting for my roommates to get out of class. All i've been doing is eating, sleeping, eating, and I start class tomorrow so i'm gonna

- Let the late night study session begin!

Monday, September 1, 2008

Pass The Love

Ok, so the always lovely Eb listed me as one of her favorite blogs. So here is my list of blogs that I

Rules are:
1. The winner can put the logo on his/her blog.
2. Link the person you received your award from.
3. Nominate 7 other blogs.
4. Put links of those blogs on yours.
5. Leave a message on the blogs of the people you’ve nominated

1. So Much Drama In The LBC
Like most blogs I stumbled across his after he left a comment. Now when I logged on his blog wasn't all fancy smancy and he isn't big on puncuation but then I started reading and could not stop. His posts are hilarious! Point blank. Whether its him talking about his sister's Ginuwine lookin' ass boyfriend or just something totally random, I can always relate to all of his stories in one way or another. You should too...

B (Rantings of a Rebella)
I consider her my long lost telepathic e-sis because her posts sometimes mirror my thoughts to a TEE. Not to mention she also shows my inept make-up wearing self how to get fly on her other blog
Clumps of Mascara

Deja (Cool Glass of Dejanade)
Ok, She cracks me the hell up..I love the randomosity of her posts; especially when she talks about random dudes and old ass white men tryna holla, not to mention the girl has a
fierce ass wardrobe.

Karrie B
Ok, she makes my social life look like wack juice and her pic posts are the best. I love her fashion sense and her tell-you-to-your-face attitude. I would love to hang out with her and do all types of hood rat stuff. Plus anyone who says things like "baby whores" is cool with me..

E (Eclectik-Relaxation)
I ran across his blog not too long ago and I was thinking "who is this bald-head man??" So I read....and read.....and read. His posts are so random and I love it. Plus his music taste is the shiiiiiii (despite the LL/top 5 debate lol). His outlook on
us women is funny. Pluuuus, he has a messageboard. He's like my boyfriend in my head.

A.M (A.M. In Every Day)
Omg, I had the sad face on for a second cause I thought she deleted her blog. Come to find out she changed her url so update your blogrolls ppl. Ok on with the mushiness..Lovely chick and a seems like a down to earth college girl. Plus shes local (and I get all excited when I see a close bloggette lol).

7) One Man's Opinion (Look At This Nigger)
Ok, the title alone had me cracking the hell up from jump. His cop stories are hilarious and it's nice to get his perspective on things as well as pointing out the blackerdry* that goes on with our people.

*The Blackards(blackardry, blackerdom)- My made up word for those "N" words

Now if I didn't list you please wipe that frown off your face because I love all my blog fam!