you know what i hate?

...when people say they want to lose weight and ask you to help them and when you say "maybe you shouldn't get extra extra butter on that large popcorn, eh?" they get an attitude and tell you "it's my body! people will do what they want to do." don'taskmeifyoulooklikeyourelosingweightanymore. the answer is no.

...when i'm walking into a place of business and no one greets me, but they greet the older (as in, looks closer to 35 than i do) person that walks in with or behind me. i know i look 22 and you may think i don't have the means to be in your store/dealership... but that is the quickest way to lose business ... and an eye to my left hook, if it happens onemogin.

...when people smack their food and then try to have a conversation with you with their mouth full of greens. stoppitplease.

...guys that think it's a compliment to say i could have their baby. biologically, most women could have your baby. and the way you're slinging sperm offers around... they probably have. or will.

...when i pour a bowl of cereal only to realize i don't have any soymilk left. booo.

...being made to look like the villain in every hostile interaction just because i'm not a good arguer. and then when i don't argue... i look even MORE like the villain! ...or maybe they're right, maybe they aren't worth me arguing with. whoknows. lol

...having to pump my own gas in cold weather. where's a man when you need him and it's 30 degrees outside? geesh! i've gotta flirt more. goodness. lol.

...when people borrow money from you and then forget that they haven't paid you back and ask you for more money the next week with the promise that they'll pay you back on such and such day. um, can i get my other fiddy dollas back first? thanks.

...cute little girls with Baby Phat (or any brand) stamped on the behind of their jeans. grrr! that's not sugar and spice and everything nice.

...when 40-50 year-old men refuse to accept their age gracefully and revert to the striped shirts and baseball caps of their 20s.

...when the black Sprint customer service operators flirt with me. um sir, if you're not going to punch in a series of keys that will make my bill magically disappear and have a zero balance, keep it professional. thanks.

...trying to get anything accomplished in a timely fashion via the administration staff at Spelman College. yeah, i said it. you guys suck. with a capital UCK. i could do a whole three years at some other school before my transcripts found their way from the archives of the bedlam that is the Office of the Registrar.


lol. while we're griping... what do YOU hate? dirty nails? bedbugs? i certainly hope so. lol. lemme know!



hope all is fab and flyy!

*smiles*

imagine this...

imagine this...
sacred place.
i'm wearing lace.
turquoise ruffle on brown supple, your fav.
seeking to find comfort in the shadows of your face
i turn, put on a private fashion show...
no clothes though.
just. us.
sashaying with the sway
my hips give away
the need to have your hands upon them
try to warn you of my hypnosis...
you follow, still.
loving this
no, Loving this
moment, this
bliss. that
kiss.
reminisce of small beginnings
when all we were to each other
were nouns and verbs
still hard to believe
still hard to conceive
your hardness upon me...
emancipating my soft skin
with one motion of one hand
so grand
we begin...
lost in each other's currents,
we swim.
sway with tides as i tightly wrap
toned thighs
around rippled abdomen and
neatly trimmed goatee
you feast
i feed
becoming so full of me
until you lift, and fill me
repeatedly ... slowly ...
i have to pause. breathe...
intimately
nakedly
taking me there...
i stop. stare at eyes that mirror
my desire...
enveloped in my fire..
i take you
consume you
all of you
all of you
all ... of you.


hope all is fab and flyy.

*smiles*

On this.

Most of us, no matter what we say, are walking in the dark, whistling in the dark. Nobody knows what is going to happen to him from one moment to the next, or how one will bear it. This is irreducible. And it's true of everybody. Now, it is true that the nature of society is to create, among its citizens, an illusion of safety; but it is also absolutely true that the safety is always necessarily an illusion. Artists are here to disturb the peace.

-James Baldwin


Nothing can stop the man with the right mental attitude from achieving his goal; nothing on earth can help the man with the wrong mental attitude.

-Thomas Jefferson

no dirty nailing in my bed.

there's an epidemic of dirty nailed men taking over the greater Detroit area.

i just don't get it, i really don't.

do they not see it? do they not care? do they not know the amount of nastiness that can be transferred to their baby girl's cheek, their woman's hair, or worse, my FOOD in some weird mishap during preparation?

the truck drivers, the plant workers, the mechanics, the carpenters... they get a pass. on duty. lol.

but please, if you own the any title that places you in a suit and tie each day, if you carry the contents of your day's work in a briefcase, if you have important meetings and documents that you handle on a daily basis... there is no excuse for middle of the weekday grime under all ten nails.

and men are men, we all know this. they will get dirty. they will release deadly gases from their hind parts when they feel the urge. they can burp on command, they will wear the same pair of sweatpants until they have mold growing on them, and they will have dirty nails from time to time.

all i'm saying is... if you want to hold MY hand, cook me dinner, etc., and you didn't just roll from up under the hood of some car...

clean that ish.

thanks.

Beauty and The Beat

"walks by me everyday... her and Love are the same... the Woman has stolen my heart... and Beauty is her name.."

he said those words and i smiled.
captured my attention
with stolen phrases from past hits

i call him Music Man

cling to his ballads like dew to early morning blades
anticipate his verses...
a conglomerate of lovesick and hearthappy confusion
but, i get it.

understated was his presence
hardly noticed by my blind eyes
he straightened his tie, popped his collar
walked with a new air
inhaled that confidence and called me Beauty.
spilled confessions as if the consequence for not was 25 with an L.

and now, i'm drawn.
find myself singing along...
humming subconsciously, his notes
entrusting my deepest
like Brandy, putting this trust on everything...
he's given
and promised.

recognized, acknowledged, and noted.

my personal Jukebox
his Love hits notes
never before heard by my
virgin ears

this is New. Foreign.

and Perfectly in Pitch.

old school verses and new melodies
harmonize me into medleys of intimacy
bringing forth smiles...

a rhythm we never imagined possible.

his BackBeat backs me...

Perfectly in Sync.