*I was feeling love deprived, and honestly a wee bit lonely. So, I decided I wanted a love letter, and thought "Why Not?" Below is a strictly hypothetical, corny as hell, sugary sweet, emotionally over the top love letter to myself.
Hello Love,
How are you doing Sweetheart? I've been thinking about you all day. I am so blessed to have someone like you in my life. The very first time I saw you, I knew that it was true love. When you walked into the room, my heart skipped a beat. I know it now, that you were made especially for me. I realize that I'm not the first love in your life, however if you allow me, I will be your last. I plan on doing everything I possibly can to make you happy
If the wonderful happiness, and passionate love we share now is any indication of our future together, than I know for certain, I am truly blessed. As the scripture states; Proverbs 18:22, "he that finds a wife, finds a good thing, and obtains favor from God". Thank God I have found you, and you are everything I need. My best friend, my companion, my lover, my all.
Forever, For Always, For Love (I had to throw some Luther in there)
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Friday, October 21, 2011
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Disclaimer: " If you don't want to have your photo posted on my Facebook wall, do not pose for the picture"
People are funny aren't they?
They have all these rules about you, and about what you should do, with you. I have a Facebook account for many different reasons, mainly because I love the connection it allows me to have with my friends and family. I've even reconnected with my bestie from the sandbox, and most of my high school classmates. Also developing an ongoing relationship with family members, some close and others distant. I've never met some of the people on my Facebook, but because of 6-degrees of separation we are all connected. I'm loving Facebook, in spite of the constant bullshit changes (That's that bullshit!)...........Now back to the observation at hand.
I've got hundreds of photos on my Facebook page, mobile uploads, family, special occasions, fashion police, and of course the #1 inspiration in my life, my granddaughter. However, what you must realize is that if you pose for a picture, there is a strong possibility your ass is going up on the wall. Period. My life has been put on display, on Facebook, by my choice. If I pose for a picture, trust and believe, I'm assuming its going to be seen by someone other than the person who took it.
Why!, do you even get your ass in the picture, or is it you'd like to pick and choose what photos are made public? Life is all about moments shared, and making memories, right? Sometimes we look Diva-licious and other times it's just a damn bad hair day. Get over yourself Boo! If you don't want to be seen on my Facebook wall, do not pose for the damn picture. Remember, as a potential model you either have an opportunity to move out of the way, duck under a table, hide behind a pole, or state a disclaimer, and I promise I will not post your picture. I promise.
They have all these rules about you, and about what you should do, with you. I have a Facebook account for many different reasons, mainly because I love the connection it allows me to have with my friends and family. I've even reconnected with my bestie from the sandbox, and most of my high school classmates. Also developing an ongoing relationship with family members, some close and others distant. I've never met some of the people on my Facebook, but because of 6-degrees of separation we are all connected. I'm loving Facebook, in spite of the constant bullshit changes (That's that bullshit!)...........Now back to the observation at hand.
I've got hundreds of photos on my Facebook page, mobile uploads, family, special occasions, fashion police, and of course the #1 inspiration in my life, my granddaughter. However, what you must realize is that if you pose for a picture, there is a strong possibility your ass is going up on the wall. Period. My life has been put on display, on Facebook, by my choice. If I pose for a picture, trust and believe, I'm assuming its going to be seen by someone other than the person who took it.
Why!, do you even get your ass in the picture, or is it you'd like to pick and choose what photos are made public? Life is all about moments shared, and making memories, right? Sometimes we look Diva-licious and other times it's just a damn bad hair day. Get over yourself Boo! If you don't want to be seen on my Facebook wall, do not pose for the damn picture. Remember, as a potential model you either have an opportunity to move out of the way, duck under a table, hide behind a pole, or state a disclaimer, and I promise I will not post your picture. I promise.
Sunday, October 16, 2011
"Just because they make it in your size, does not, I REPEAT, does not mean you should buy it! "or " You know your too damn old to be wearing that outfit"
Hello Babies,
If I didn't share this information with you, I would be wrong, wrong, damn wrong! You know every now and then I'll have a "Fashion Po-Po 4G" day and I'll take my BB and snap photos of women and men, that need both a penalty AND a fine for wearing some of the things that they leave the house in. It makes me wonder if they have any friends, because a true friend would not allow you to leave your house looking like the last fucked up fashion disaster. I will not always change the name to protect the innocent, but for the sake of losing a friendship, I'll go light this time.
Her ass was an entire separate "entity" from the rest of her body. No! you can not, should not wear a dress or skirt at a length where a sneeze will reveal the crack of your "assets" for the world to see. I don't believe little girls should dress like hookers, nor should a hooker dress like a little girl (unless it's part of a fetish, and kinky is gonna be extra). Spandex, Lycra and tube tops have a special place in fashion and it ain't on a great Grandmother.........Which leads me to the second half of this rant. If you're 60, how old does that make your mom? Too Got Damn! old to be wearing some fucking animal print spandex pants, 4" feather earrings, and a see through top. I made my bestie vow to me with a blood promise and the threat of not another Mount Teman Root drink (I'll enlighten you on the benefits at a later date) to never ever, ever, ever let me dress like that when I reach the golden age of "don't do that". I'll fill my closet with beautiful long casual, dressy and all occasions in between dresses, tasteful and tactful. Amen. I'm a big beautiful woman,and just 3 weeks shy of fabulous 50 and there's some shit my crazy ass wouldn't even dare wear. Ok, all I'm saying people is take into consideration the feelings of your children and grandchildren when you convince yourself that's it's ok to buy the latest fashion trend.........Because I will catch your behind in public with the 4G, and place your dizzy ass on "The Wall of Shame. Try me!
If I didn't share this information with you, I would be wrong, wrong, damn wrong! You know every now and then I'll have a "Fashion Po-Po 4G" day and I'll take my BB and snap photos of women and men, that need both a penalty AND a fine for wearing some of the things that they leave the house in. It makes me wonder if they have any friends, because a true friend would not allow you to leave your house looking like the last fucked up fashion disaster. I will not always change the name to protect the innocent, but for the sake of losing a friendship, I'll go light this time.
Her ass was an entire separate "entity" from the rest of her body. No! you can not, should not wear a dress or skirt at a length where a sneeze will reveal the crack of your "assets" for the world to see. I don't believe little girls should dress like hookers, nor should a hooker dress like a little girl (unless it's part of a fetish, and kinky is gonna be extra). Spandex, Lycra and tube tops have a special place in fashion and it ain't on a great Grandmother.........Which leads me to the second half of this rant. If you're 60, how old does that make your mom? Too Got Damn! old to be wearing some fucking animal print spandex pants, 4" feather earrings, and a see through top. I made my bestie vow to me with a blood promise and the threat of not another Mount Teman Root drink (I'll enlighten you on the benefits at a later date) to never ever, ever, ever let me dress like that when I reach the golden age of "don't do that". I'll fill my closet with beautiful long casual, dressy and all occasions in between dresses, tasteful and tactful. Amen. I'm a big beautiful woman,and just 3 weeks shy of fabulous 50 and there's some shit my crazy ass wouldn't even dare wear. Ok, all I'm saying people is take into consideration the feelings of your children and grandchildren when you convince yourself that's it's ok to buy the latest fashion trend.........Because I will catch your behind in public with the 4G, and place your dizzy ass on "The Wall of Shame. Try me!
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Confessions of a Crack Diva.........
Why would I confess to all the really fucked up shit that you couldn't possibly imagine that I would have done?
I ain't confessing to nothing!, well at least not to everything.
My Fucked up Confessions as a Crack Diva.
A true Diva never takes a break, nor does she go on a "hiatus" from life.
She doesn't quit, not even during her crack career, she remains "Malcolm X"- By Any/All Means Necessary.
My Militant Confessions as a Crack Diva.
You should believe me when I say some dark things are best left un-said, un-remembered, and un-thought of, they belong right where they are, in the dark.
A confession told only to Jesus, he's already forgiven and forgotten.
My Grace and Mercy Confessions of a Crack Diva.
I didn't fall off of my pedestal, nah...........I kicked that bitch over. I smashed it, I pawned it, I traded it, and then I stole it right back.
How many times have I heard "Omg!, not you", and why not me?
I was vulnerable, lonely, depressed, abused, hurting inside and out, with low self esteem just like you.
My "Don't Judge Me" Confessions of a Crack Diva.
I'm still standing! I've got a family that loves me, a therapist, a psychologist and a Holy Bible. Each morning I awake to "new", and each night I go to bed to "thank you".
It's my season.
It's my season.
It's my season............
My Resurrected Confessions as a Diva.
I ain't confessing to nothing!, well at least not to everything.
My Fucked up Confessions as a Crack Diva.
A true Diva never takes a break, nor does she go on a "hiatus" from life.
She doesn't quit, not even during her crack career, she remains "Malcolm X"- By Any/All Means Necessary.
My Militant Confessions as a Crack Diva.
You should believe me when I say some dark things are best left un-said, un-remembered, and un-thought of, they belong right where they are, in the dark.
A confession told only to Jesus, he's already forgiven and forgotten.
My Grace and Mercy Confessions of a Crack Diva.
I didn't fall off of my pedestal, nah...........I kicked that bitch over. I smashed it, I pawned it, I traded it, and then I stole it right back.
How many times have I heard "Omg!, not you", and why not me?
I was vulnerable, lonely, depressed, abused, hurting inside and out, with low self esteem just like you.
My "Don't Judge Me" Confessions of a Crack Diva.
I'm still standing! I've got a family that loves me, a therapist, a psychologist and a Holy Bible. Each morning I awake to "new", and each night I go to bed to "thank you".
It's my season.
It's my season.
It's my season............
My Resurrected Confessions as a Diva.
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
THE ESSENCE OF A BEAUTIFUL BLACK WOMAN
Now when you hear the blacker the berry the sweeter the juice
you better believe that the berry is extra juicy and oh so sweet!!!
I mean the most ripe of all berries, that you just take a bite into.
As your lips carress the foreskin and your tongue just swirls the inside,
with the juices just dripping... dripping... dripping...
Entering your domain as you spread your tenderness wide open.
Tasting your dark exterior but light pink insides as your juices oozes its way
around the crevasses of my lips,
using the tip of my tongue as if i was dipping into your sweet juicy sauce.
A fruit oh so sweet!
Can you taste the sweet juices, and smell that fresh scent!?
Women do you know what I'm talking about?
Now see the creation of brown sugar is just an imitation, duplication,
of the black, sexy, ebony, caramel, brown tone Nubian Queen.
Black woman you are beautiful!
See now I mean there's nothing wrong with the land of milk and honey,
but I'm a man of milk and chocolate!
See because when I see a beautiful ebony, chocolate, mocha, caramel,
woman delight, my soul just takes flight.
See but yet I still can't put my finger on it.
Now what really makes a black woman so beautiful?
What is her essence?
Is it those juicy lips, slim waist, thick thighs, or the little slant in her eyes?
Or is it that saltiness in her attitude or the dash of her class?
Is it the afros, locks, braids, that naturalness in her style?
Is it that ghetto attitude with those two big circle gold plated earrings on each ear?
Or that hint of her spunk, or how her curves compliment her sexy style?
Is it your soul playing the strings in my heart with you sexy dance moves like neo soul?
But with an exterior shell that is so bold, but yet so tender and smooth.
Black woman the salt and sea of life.
The woman that I would make my wife!
Your beauty is surpassed by none!
Is the essence of a black woman skin deep?
Of is it so far deep in the green barrows, flowing in those veins passed on by generations,
too hidden that the most microscopic of microscopes can't see;
or so complicated that even Einstein's theory of E=MC 2 seems like child's play?
Black woman what is your Essence
Do you know?
Black woman you are Beautiful!
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
The 3 Stages of Bullsh*t.
There are 3 distinct stages to bullshit, they hardly ever change, nor do they vary.
#1- You see it coming, and there's nothing you can do to stop it. Bullsh*t has landed in your lap. You do your very best to shake it, eliminate it, or even give it to someone else. This is sometimes hard to do, especially when you're the asshole who initiated this bullsh*t from the start.
#2- "Smack dab in the middle," knee deep, hell!, waist deep. You are in over your fucking head, it's all the same, you got major problems! "This-that bullshit!" is raging through your brain, and you can't possibly see a way out.
#3- You've either come out of your bullsh*t, or you're on the tail end of some bullshit. It very well may have been a situation that you initiated, but you're feeling light, and you start to think "Whew, damn I'm glad that shit is finally over". Right?
and then................that vicious bullsh*t cycle starts all over again. Bullsh*t is neither good or "not so good", it's just a part of life. Right?
#1- You see it coming, and there's nothing you can do to stop it. Bullsh*t has landed in your lap. You do your very best to shake it, eliminate it, or even give it to someone else. This is sometimes hard to do, especially when you're the asshole who initiated this bullsh*t from the start.
#2- "Smack dab in the middle," knee deep, hell!, waist deep. You are in over your fucking head, it's all the same, you got major problems! "This-that bullshit!" is raging through your brain, and you can't possibly see a way out.
#3- You've either come out of your bullsh*t, or you're on the tail end of some bullshit. It very well may have been a situation that you initiated, but you're feeling light, and you start to think "Whew, damn I'm glad that shit is finally over". Right?
and then................that vicious bullsh*t cycle starts all over again. Bullsh*t is neither good or "not so good", it's just a part of life. Right?
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