Memorial Day Weekend

This weekend was fulfilling to say the least.








I met fellow blogger, NameLiar (she's just as crazy cool in real life)

at Hassan's family get-together. .





















I spoke with fellow blogger,RobMack, to wish him a Happy Birthday. (He sounds as good as he looks...tempting..*lol*)





Ms.Perdie, was in town, but my lame ass didn't have a sitter this weekend.








I saw PCC fine ass, fresh out the shower.


He helped me get my car back running, showed me how to drive my car so that it won't cut off.(I gotta drive with two feet like its a stick shift...)

He got me right, in more ways than one.. ..*lol*(By his own admission)

I know I was waaay outta pocket, for doing it with him in the garage with his BM in the house.

But hey, the sun, the heat, my drought, and him edging me on didn't help.

Before I did that crazy shit, I affirmed that he wasn't trying to get me killt...

He took all precausions, but if she came outside, there would be no way to explain what we were doing in there, all sweaty, huffing, puffing and smiling.

Although, it lasted only 3 minutes, plus one minute of me servicing him and one minute of him admiring and servicing my frontals and posteriors....*lol*

I had jism for lunch....*lol*

"The doctor said I needed a back-e-otomy", and thats exactly what I got...


I found this blog and these quotes while I was searching for a picture of a backeotomey...*lol*

DAILY QUOTES

Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you've got to say, and say it hot.(Fa sho!)
~D. H. Lawrence
(and I thought Paris Hilton made "that's hot" famous)

You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view. (I love this quote)
~Harper Lee

The doctor said I need a backeotomy.

~Sir Smoke Alot)





SammyGee Rock

No more nightmares...

Not to mention, my vibrator broke, so I been dealing with this heat dolo.

Saturday, my new one shall arrive, I got it for a great price!!!

I'll be back in business....
























Showing my homeboy some love...

Don't NOBODY (Except some of the blog fam) got these wifebeaters...I like wearing shit ain't nobody else wearing...

Like these shoes here...


I gotta get these DVS's....ain't nobody rocking these out here...


These shoes...I gotta have these....I created the color scheme myself...I need these fa sho'..

Farewell Floyd...

CLICK HERE ONLY IF YOU DARE


(Ok, I fixed the link, my BAD!!)





I didn't feel blogging so I'll just post these pictures to say a farewell....

Damn, you shouldn't be so damn sexy....too bad...We gotta talk...


First let me just kiss the guns....


Mmmmm,so sexy...


We can't do this anymore, Floyd...
I heard about that altercation with your BM, I didn't know you had all them kids...


I don't know for sure, but I'm not trying to find out....


Were you really serious when you said this?


"Bitch, you betta quit playing wit me foe I punch you in yo throat!..."


He look serious, don't he?...*lol*

Lame vs Game

First of all, I would like to make myself a little bit more clear. Some may have misconstrued the fact of me wanting a thug, when in actually I just don't want a lame. I definitely don't want a thug.

Main Entry: thug
Pronunciation: 'th&g
Function: noun
Etymology: Hindi thag, literally, thief
: a brutal ruffian or assassin : GANGSTER, KILLER

I know Gangsters and I know Killers. Now do I want to be actively involved with one, No...
Have I been involved with one? Of course, its always good to have killers on your team, in the time of need.

I just wanted to take the time and further explain what I mean by a lame, thanks Hassan, you gave me more fodder for my blog, cause I was about to shut it down......

LAME VS GAME

A LAME

*Asks a woman to do something for him in a weak, non-authoritative, begging manner, in which it doens't get done.

*Scared to smoke, drank, and ride, in fear of getting caught by the authorities.(TRUE STORY)

*Whenever they see the authorities, they get nervous and stiff.

*Speaks one language, English. In the hood, they are clueless to the vernacular used.

*Approaches a woman and doesn't know what to say and in the process, does or says something goofy. He doesn't get the phone number. He gets played off like a lame.

*Will walk right into a fucked up situation, panic, and not know what to do to get out of it.

*Will punk out in a New York minute. He will run and leave his woman to fend for herself.

*Will get yall fucked up in the hood.

*Will take you down the WRONG street almost getting yall fucked up. (TRUE STORY)

*Allows their woman to talk to him, sideways.

*Tries to control his woman with violence.

*Gets no respect from niggas, even his own niggas.

*Steady try to get back with a female after she dumped him.

*Gets taken for all his little dust and still gets no ass.

*If he does get sex, he gets lame sex, no oral activities.

*Always calling a female and she never calls him.

*Tries hard to look cool.

*Tries to handcuff the pussy.

LAMES, stop laming ya selves out....that's weak, women don't like weak men.

PEEP GAME

*Demands something of a woman in a subtle authoritative manner where the woman doesn't deem it as an order, and the shit gets done.

*Has methods to smoke, drink, and ride, to minimize getting caught slipping.

*Is well rounded and can switch up from English to Ebonics when necessary.

*Doesn't have to approach a woman, she already noticies him, if he does approach her, he does it with finesse.

*Already peeps a fucked up situation, tells his woman to follow his instructions, and he remains calm. (TRUE STORY)

*He ain't no back down ass nigga.

*Chooses his battles wisely, knows some battles should be fought at a later date...

*Knows what part of the city or what streets to avoid in order to avoid unnecessary conflict.

*His woman respects him enough not to talk to him sideways.

*Knows if he has to put his hands on a woman, he will let her go.

*Gets respect from niggas, they honor him.

*Never chase after a female.

*Has no problems getting the drawers without tricking, the female may even trick off on him.

*When he gets sex from a woman, she gives him the whole treatment and then some...

*Will never blow up a female's phone, let's her call when she is ready.

*He is just cool, without trying.

*Knows the golden rule, YOU CAN'T HANDCUFF NO PUSSY, and he lives accordingly.

FEEL FREE TO ADD ON.....

The Lauren London/Nsaneleesane KING Interview....

Here's an excerpt:
Don’t be fooled by the baby face. Sure, actress Lauren London looks PG-friendly, but what the just-turned-21-year-old black-and-white blend craves are R ratings. Violence and sexual themes included, this Los Angeles native is partial to pistol-packing movie men with street-type spidey sense. “There’s no way I should be tougher than my man,” she says. “I can’t go to rough areas and have my man get nervous. That’d be straight bitch!” Gotta love angels with dirty mouths.

So you want a man who’s both honest and thug?
An authentic gangsta—that deletes about half the rap game off your list. I love guys who are street. I won’t even give soft guys a chance. Menace II Society is my shit! Caine was like my first crush. Actually, O-Dog was my true dream guy. I was in love with him, from that opening scene where he pops the convenience-store worker. He had me from that gunshot [laughs]. He was ’hood, and I loved that.






Honesty is the first quality I look for in a man. He has to be able to be honest with his feelings and able to express them to me. He has to be honest with his sexuality as well.
As far as a thug is concerned, I do look for a man with thug qualities. Qualities such as slanging anything other than marijuana, hanging on the block with the homies all day, in and out of jail, are not the qualities I look for in a thug. Bottom line it comes down to knowing how the hood operates, keeping ya guard up, and having a sense of danger and knowing how to get out of jeopordizing situations.

This is where being a thug clashes. Thugs have to maintain a hard exterior and emotions are out of the question. Thugs usually have no book intelligence. Nas said it best, "Make sure he a thug and intelligent too..." Have you ever tried to get deep with a thug? Impossible, depending on the thug... Thugs with intelligence are far, few, and in between.


So dudes without rap sheets need not apply?
I can tell immediately how lame you are. For me, too soft is, after I give you my number, you call every day. “I want to take you to dinner. You’re the future!” Dude, you don’t even know me. You’ve known me for two weeks and you love me? I don’t get that. That kind of rush job might freak me out at 21. I’m not ready for marriage!

I can tell a lame when I see one as well. I can't stand lames, however, I don't want my man to have a rap sheet, but I would expect him to have some problems with the law at one point, got out of the trouble, unscathed, and learn from that experience to not make a career of it. I more so want a "reformed thug". He's been there, done that, but can see the bigger picture and can relate to and educate the younger generation that that's not the route to take.
I definitely don't want a man I can tell what to do and he does it, all the time. Where's the challenge in that?

Smart girl. Monogamy is so overrated. When you have a man—what kind of wifey are you?
Well, it’s funny because one of my dream roles is to be in a movie like Boomerang. The women characters are so strong, and how Robin Givens flipped the script on his ass! That’s so not me, though—that’s why I’d love to play it. I’m so Halle Berry’s character.

Monogamy is definitely overrated, but I can be in a monogamous relationship as long as my partner is as open in his sexuality as I am, that way our lovemaking will never get boring. We will always find new and exciting ways to please each other and fulfill each others fantasies.

As far as being domesticated, yes, I cook, clean, do laundry, tend to the children, etc. No, I don't want to be Susie Homemaker, I will have my own money, job and goals. Therefore, housework will be shared, because the bills will be shared. In a relationship, one hand washes the other. I scratch your back you scratch mine. As long as, there is trust, honesty, and respect, we can work on the rest.....

I must GET LAID

Junetenth (Junetenth*lol*) will mark my 2nd month of my penis drought. I wouldn't quite call it a drought, because penis is available...however, I'm just being very stubborn and choosey right now...

I want things a certain way and if I can't have it my way, then it will be no way...
Its the Aquarian in me.

I find myself having these dreams, well nightmares, where everyone else is having sex around me. Everyone else includes my ex, my past lovers, such as Puddy.

The dream with Puddy was crazy. I guess I was a CSI and I had to go view the crime scene which occured at the apartment where I grew up. I was told not to go alone, strict orders, which is why Puddy accompanied me. When we arrived there were no signs of a crime. Once we opened the second door to the bedroom, it was as if we opened Pandora's Box, because a slew of women came out of the woodworks and surrounded Puddy.

That left me alone and wandering about my old apartment. I then noticied an older man and woman talking. Then in seconds they were getting busy. I went to find Puddy or to find some attractive guy to get my groove on with, that's when I opened the door to find some guy eating a girl out. He stopped when he noticied me and I told him, "Don't stop, keep on going, don't mind me..."

Puddy was in the bed next to him, but he never brought his face up from being buried in the girl's cat. So, that left me all alone, with no one to sex. Each one of the 3 men that were there, were coupled off. I have the slightest idea where the rest of the girls went, but I didn't care. I was horny and was trying to find an available, attractive man. To no avail, I forced myself to wake up.

Usually, I have control over my dreams, but I guess since I haven't been had, since I been had, I forgot how to get had....*lol*

Then this morning, I dreamt about my ex in the shower with some sexy Brazilian chic, I went in there pulled back the shower curtain and told him to have a great time....*lol*

I went searching for someone to sex, but to no avail, I woke myself up again.

So something has got to give, I'm tired of these nightmares.....


Firework My Words

The Laundromat....

If you missed "Who's Right? Who's Wrong? You may want to read that before proceeding. This is the dialouge for the following story....

I carried two 40 pound bags of dirty clothes into the “laundroteria” (**lol**) while Kaeven grabbed the detergent, fabric softener and bleach. I dumped my bags into a basket and proceeded to the top load $1.50 washing machines for my whites (mostly Kaeven’s whites). I arrive at the washers and notice that all of the washers are taken or out of order except one.

The one that this goofy-looking, acne-faced, Latina chic is standing in front of, the one that she sat there opening and closing the lid, as though she never seen a washing machine. So I stood there with my clothes, with my attitude, [when I’m on my business (cooking, cleaning, laundry) I have this stank ass demeanor], with a look on my face, like, “Bitch, hurry up and finish examining the damn washer like you a Crime Scene Investigaor and let me handle my business. Move Bitch…” She then spoke. I spoke. She spoke. I didn’t budge. I wanted to tell the chic, “Bitch you on bullshit”, instead of asking the bitch where her clothes were…

However, I remembered.

I am not alone.

I am a mother and my son is here…

That’s when my passive aggressive, sarcastic tactics came into play.

I wasn’t finna sit there and let this bitch go all the way over there and get her clothes and come back when I’m standing here.

Ready, prepared, and on a mission, literally.

I had to hit the Southside before traffic hit.

"I needed to talk to Samson…”*lol*

I wasn’t leaving without a fight, while trying my best to avoid a fight.

So I just stopped talking and looked the bitch like she was silly…waiting for her to tear her muthafuckin ass.

I have this blink I do to people that really pisses people off, while they get all emotionally charged. I sit calmly, blinking, with this look on my face that says, “OK, shut yo dumb ass up… I’m not trying to hear that bullshit…”

If she was clever about it, she would’ve inserted her card into the machine, start the cycle, and go get her clothes. Straight off GP, I would have had to respect her property because now the machine was in use.

I really wanted to push the bitch out the way and get my laundry on…

She then went on about her business catching my eye to flash her ice grill. I laughed in her face. Then once I placed my whites into the dryer, I went up to her with this sarcastic smile and said, “My clothes are done, you can use the washer now…”

“That’s nice”, she said.

I started laughing once again…she could see my body shaking from me laughing.

After slightly taunting her, then I kept a eye on the bitch.

I was in the Puerto Rican part of town, I was the minority, you know them marks stick together.

Blade?

CHECK.

This bitch finished her laundry, went to the car and changed clothes. She then came back into the Laundromat.

At first, she wore

some thick heeled sandals,

with some cute little linen Capri pants,( I even gave the bitch a compliment, in my head though)

with a nice linen blouse(another compliment).

She changed into

some boguish shorts

and an old T-shirt,

but with the same sandals...

I had on

my blue zip up hoodie,

my White Sox shirt made from jersey material,

some dark blue jeans,

and my boguish White/Gray Nike Air Max(Gray cause the leather wore off… and so did the Nike Air Max sign…Now they just say my name Nika(Yazmar are you satisfied?)…*lol* I’m so silly, compliments of Mike Epps…),

with my hair in cornrows.

Yea, I looked so hood and grimy..but my ass was washed and my clothes were Downy fresh…*lol* (I love fresh linens). I always dress like the common folk, when I’m on business, ripping and running, but when I’m making a grand appearance that’s a different story…

I was like, “She is really mad”….*lol*

She then went back to her car, as she spat on her cellphone…and drove away…

WHO'S RIGHT? WHO'S WRONG?

Two women are in a laundromat. There are 6 top load washers, 3 of them are in use, two are out of order. The two women approach the only available washer at the same time. The first lady has her clothes in her basket at the washer, the second lady is just standing at the washer. They both eye each other...

Lady #2: Those two are out of order.

Lady #1: OK......

Lady #2 : Well I was going to actually use this one...

Lady #1 : Well, where are your clothes?

Lady #2 : They're over there, I'm going to go get them, I just came over here to check it.

Lady #1: Well, I'm here ready to load....do you expect me to sit here and look at this washer, when I'm already here ready to load?

Lady #2 : My clothes are just over there. I was going to use this one...

Lady #1: (Standing there looking at Lady #2,like she stupid, waiting for her to leave to get her clothes.)

Lady #2 : You know what, I'm not even going to sit here and argue with you...you can have it...

Lady #1 : GOOD...(smugly)

Lady #2 : (walks off)

WHICH LADY WAS RIGHT? WHO SHOULD HAVE USED THE WASHER?
LADY #1 OR LADY #2?

Question and Answers

Why have I been downloading porn from LimeWire all day?
Cause I'm horny and sexually deprived....

Why did I download Karrine Steffans and Mr. Marcus's movie?
Cause I wanted to see her technique which is nothing more than my techinique...*lol*

Why does Eve and Nelly have a 45 second feature on there?
Cause they freaks...I knew it!

Why does R. Kelly like eating asses out?
Cause he likes his breath to smell shitty....I hope those girls do like me and shower after a bowel movement....

Why did I see my child's father this weekend?
Because, that was one of the many wishes of my son for his birthday...

Why is that nigga as big as the Incredible Hulk and his biceps are big as my head?
Cause he benching 315lbs...

Why did he kiss me in my mouth?
Cause he horny as fuck...

Why did he ask me to go to the bathroom, wipe the aroma from my vagina and give him the paper towel?
So he can use it to get his money later on, while he smells it....

Why did I do it too?
Cause it was the least I could do...

Why did I insert my finger into my vagina and put in it in his mouth?
So he could have a taste..*lol*.and cause I'm nasty...*lol*

Why did the mailroom not allow me to send him a copy of my "Beauty is a Beast" blog?
Because they said it was sexually explicit material...

Well why the hell does he have a copy of one of Zane's novels?
Cause the system is ass backwards....

Why am I scared to have sex with him?
Cause he's been locked up since last May...

Why haven't I talked to PCC in weeks and his phone was disconnected?
Cause he was in the County, like I figured...

Why did he call me as soon as he bonded out?
Cause he wanted some...

Why couldn't I give him none, when I wanted to so badly?
Cause the Crimson Tide is here....too bad.

Why was he the last person I slept with?
Because I wanted it that way.....

Why the hell was he locked up?
For illegal use of a firearm....his crazy ass...

Why did my Filipino ex-lover call me today?
Because he said he was thinking about me and he had missed me.

What was he thinking about in particular?
My big ass and titties and how we used to dip off at work and get our groove on....

Why is he so fascinated with my ass and tits?
Cause I'm his first black girl and I guess Filipina women ain't stacked like they black... (and vice versa)

Why was I thinking about his little penis?
Cause I get turned on my the weirdest things and his was so cute and little...*lol*


Why am I talking like this?
Cause I saw a funny episode of Seinfeld last night and if you saw it too, you would catch the references....

Why did that episode have me rolling last night?
Cause it was hella funny...*lol*

"Do you think they think I was just being folksy?" - George

Happy Birthday Kaeven!(May 16th)

He wanted a SpiderMan cake...and he got it...



I guess he's making a wish..his silly self...*lol*




"I'm foe"...*lol*


Cut the cake....


Later we went to Toys R Us...


Mom came over and brought him a few SpiderMan outfits...
(I'm so glad I don't have my mother's nose...*lol*)

The birthday week isn't over, tomorrow we will go out with his uncle and his cousins. We'll probably go to Chucky Cheese or somewhere they can play....

This was not my original post but I can't upload my pictures....hopefully I will be able to later....

My STUBBORN SELF....

This is me, thinking...

"Why the hell won't they just take the quiz already, damn...?"

Please take the quiz...

Take the quiz, aiight?

TAKE THE FUCKIN QUIZ!!!!!


I got this from M. DUBB


My ex was the first to take the quiz...
The first time, he ain't know shit...
His second go he did aiight....but he was moreso trying to figure out the answers to the answers especially #5, "How many men did Nsanelee truly love?"....

He still didn't do better than my wrappie, my main damie, who left me in this blogworld all alone....GEORGIAPEACH........MUTHAFUCKA!!!...*lol*

I want to thank , my homeslice, DYNASTY, for taking my quiz, she did fair for a square...

YAZMAR, I'm tripping cause you my home skillet...but you got all of them WRONG???
However, I did set the test up the way they set up culturally biased tests, such as ACT, etc....

It just goes to show you...
Its not what you know, but if you know:
How to take standarized tests....
There are actually methods to learn to be able to take stardarized tests....
I made the test just a little tricky, to where all of the answers could be right...slight wording manuevers does the trick....*lol*


I invite you all to take my quiz, please....
It won't take but a few moments....

Come on...

How well do you really know Nsanelee?

I go this from the Phoenix, she got it from, Jen, who got it from...(shit excuse me, I've been drinking an smoking, I don't remember, was it Chad...*lol*) I'll link later, they saying I'm missing the rotation.....*lol*


How well do you really know Nsanelee?




Silly Kaeven actin like he sleep...*lol*


Tha Man RIGHT CHEER!!

Name Droppin/Star Stuck

Through the years, I have been within arms reach of many individuals who some may deem as a celebrity...

Here's a list of some people I have met, dodged, or was too scared to say something to, but was in their presence.


Vanessa, Tempest Bledsoe, came to my school when I was in Kindergarden. At first, I didn't believe it was her, because I was just watching the Cosby show the night before. She was good friends of my teacher's daughter, (white teacher, white daughter). We took a class picture with her. I would post it, but my scanner not working right now....


At the age of 9, I called WVON, Black Talk Radio of Chicago, when they had Tony Brown as a guest. I was able to sit with him through the show, I was even live on the radio. The most spectacular part was having him sign my African Medallion. Remember those?


When I was 15, I was built like a grown woman, but I never lied about my age. This dude from the 69 Boyz, tried to chase me down at the mall. His gold teeth and black ass skin scared me. Then I noticied who it was, I walked away even faster..... Now that I like kuntry niggas, he kinda cute, but he was still too old for me then, that's why I ran.....


Me, my mom, and sister saw Minister Farrakhan in Hyde Park, having his breakfast, as he read his Final Call. I wanted to go get his autgraph, but I didn't want to disturb him, so we waved, he waved and smiled back. He was so peaceful.


Yall probably don't know PsyschoDrama,(NameLiar know who I'm talking bout) they cold ass hell, from the WestSide of Chicago. I met them at a live taping of Rap City, when Big Lez was still the host of Rap City.


Of course, I met Big Lez. I was able to take a picture with her. She wrapped her arm around my waist and sat her hand on my fat juicy, young tender, firm, 18 year old ass.... So from then on, I knew why they called her Big Lez (Les..bian). I didn't mind her copping a feel though. I shoulda grabbed her big ass too...*lol*


Common was also at the taping of Rap City, but I was once in the elevator with him and I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing...I just looked at him...*lol* But made sure he didn't see me looking. I was looking out the corner of my eye.


I met Crucial Conflict while I was backstage at the Jay Z concert. Why was they really trying to holla at me and my homegirl? They some from out west ass niggas...I think they got a new single out......They were also at the taping of Rap City....




The freaky perverted pastor (he has no name, cause he's really a nobody) from Soul Food, came into Walgreens while I worked there. He stood in my line and was acting as if I should know him...not to mention, he is just as perverted in real life....



I met this fat head, big titty girl Teefa from the Infamous Syndicate She looks weird cause her head and tits are so big, but she's only like 4'10 and her legs are skinny...but she was cool peeps.




R. Kelly came into the Evergreen Plaza smelling like a 175 pound bag of chopped onions. Usually, when someone enters the store you appraoch them to ask them if they need any help. Well, when I saw Kels, I ran the other way. I'm not a groupie and he stanked all up to be damned. Them other chics was on his stanky ass jock strap, not me. Like I said, I went the other way. One of the dudes in his entourage tried to holla at me to get me to come to the studio with them. Ummm, HELL NAW!! And this is before the piss tape and all the allegations of sex with minors....Hell I was in that age range right about then, I was 19. He woulda tried to piss all over me...*lol*


Fredro Starr also came into the same clothing store. He was short as hell, like 4'11. I'm was like damn!! I thought he was cute on Moesha,so I gave him my pager number. He scared me off when he was blowing up my pager all night. When I called him back, he was all aggressive trying to get me to come over. He was here filming that movie with Usher...can't remmeber the name..but anyway, I stood him up. Ain't no groupie's here....He wasn't talking bout going out, he wanted to get me to his crib and try to fuck....I'm not the one baby....witcha midget ass....


Jagged Egde came into my store and bought 4 Pelle Jackets . I was salty I didn't know who they were at first. Shit, I coulda got that sale...oh well...I know ole girl commission check was lovely....


Before Deray, was Deray, me and my girl met him at this bootleg comedy club. He tried to holla at my girl. She never got up with him. I bet she wish she did now...


My son met Da Brat, while with his father on a trip to the County jail to visit his father, my son's grandfather. Da Brat, from my baby daddy's account, said Kaeven was the cutest little boy she had ever seen....My baby daddy didn't get her autograph for me cause he states she was handling her business visiting her peeps. I understand, cause I'm not the one to go bothering celebrities while they are handling their day to day business.....

Ok, I can't think of no more right now, but tell me who have you met, seen, or ran from that's supposedly a celebrity?

Enter the Derry Part 2

Derry was 5 years older than me, but he looked very young for his age. He was 25, but looked 18. I had the best of both worlds. He was 5'5, and had 2 gold teeth on each of his top canines. Before Derry, I was repulsed by gold teeth. For one, the gold in Dallas, is a dull gold, it looks black and makes your mouth protrude. Derry didn't have a mouth full of golds and he got his gold in New Orleans, his hometown. And his dental hygeine was superb. He stayed flossing, brusing and polishing his golds and his breathe never stanked... So I gave him a pass. Besides, that N.O accent had me faded. They way he would say, "Baby" and everything else made me laugh and made me moist.

Anyway...I became a welcomed visitor at his house. Mind you, this was a house of males so, the company would also be all males. I felt right at home, I was always the only chic amongst a gang of niggas. Every weekend, they would have a cookout and watch the games and get high and drunk. Of course, I was always there.

So finally, I'm ready to consummate our relationship, so we head out to the movies, grab a bite to eat and go back to my place. He spent the night there and upon arrival to his home, he found out that he had been robbed. Not of his electronics and shit, but of his wardrobe. This nigga had a closet filled with clothes with matching shoes for each fit. Now all gone....

I felt sorry for him. I was planning to step back away from him after we consummated cause I refused to get heartbroken or egobroken again. But I didn't want to kick him while he was down so I stuck around, feeling somewhat respnsible for his loss. I also made sure to check with him to make sure he had no thoughts that I had something to do with the theft, I mean, I was a prime suspect and all. He was with me while the shit happened. But that wasn't on his bird. Slick had been smoking rocks, skimming the rent money and now this...

I went and copped Derry a few designer T-Shirts, Polo's and khaki's for work from Marshall's, while out on my routine shopping sprees.

For all you single women out there, by single I mean childless. DO NOT, I REPEAT, DO NOT, have a child, if you are not yet willing to sacrifice the weekly trips to the mall, hair and nail shop.(Not to say I regret having my son cause I don't, without him I don't know where I would be right now and how much focus I would have, I'm just saying its a huge sacrifice) I stayed fly and stayed flying to and from Chicago, cause I had it like that, now I don't....

Anyway, he lit up when I brought him the clothes. They were the only clothes he owned. He fell off, but I was still by his side, like a real bitch would be...

TO BE CONTINUED...

Enter the Derry...

I sat on the phone with a friend from Chicago, reminscing on my lunchbreak. I was trying to make a decision on leaving country ass Dallas, and heading back North. Until he walked by...

His swagger exuded confidence, his face was a perfect color brown, Creole brown if I might add. He was well dressed and I could smell him from afar. Our eyes connected and once he passed, I dropped the phone to watch him walk away.

Nikki, worked with me, so I was anxious to tell her about the fine guy I had set my eyes on. Nikki crazy ass, liked his friend, Don ( I hated that his name had to be that, I had just gotten dumped by a dude named Don), so she coordinated a smoke break for the four of us. I was nervous, for one, I was mad at how she hooked up the scenario, for two, I'm always nervous around someone I really like.

So we met up at out smoke breaks in the designated smoking area. I smoked a beedie and Derry smoked a Newport (I was still a virgin to cigarettes). Don and Nikki went one way and Derry and I went the other.

"So I hear you headed North on highway 35? ", he said.

I was slightly confused, my face expressed this. He then explained that Nikki told him I was ready to leave Dallas, for the lack of male companions.

He said, "Hopefully, I can change that."

Don who?????


That quickly, my broken heart was no more than a mere broken ego. The Don that had me crying all night, the Don that had me and Nikki sleeping at the truckers stop, becuase I was too shattered to help drive back to Dallas, the Don that had broken up with me. I had forgotten about, that easily.

Derry and Don came over one night after work and we all chopped it up for a minute. I could sense that Derry and I had strong chemistry, which Don and Nikki lacked. Needless to say, Don and Nikki, never hooked up again.

Derry and I continued with our courtship, stemming from lunch breaks where we would stare deeply into each others eyes, blocking out the outside world, until some hater bitch came along to break our concentration. He was a hot commodity at work and so was I. But "back yo bitch asses up" he had me and I had him.

The first night I went to his crib I was amazed. It was clean. For 3 men to be rooming together ( one his crazy, funny, Gemini brother Thrill, and his childhood friend, Slick), it was pretty neat. Derry even cooked me a meal while we blew doe doe (thats what they call fiii weed in Dallas) and watched "The Dirty Third"(try saying that real fast over and over...*lol*). I fell asleep in his arms.

I fought my sleep for this was my first time in this man's home, with strange male roommates. However, he was a gentleman, my blouse was still in tact, and his hands weren't ravishing me, once I awoke. He told me I was sleeping like a baby and I looked so beautiful sleeping. At that point, I felt safe and knew that he was trustworthy. I went back to sleep.

It had gotten late and we had to be at work so I ended the night. We had our first kiss, which turned into a second, third, forth, and fifth. I almost got lost in the kiss and almost stayed there that night, but I stopped us and went home.

Hormones raging....its been a while, remember?????

TO BE CONTINUED....

LOVE, SEX, & EATING BONES

This was the movie I was watching when Puddy made his booty call...

If Puddy and I had a movie, it would be called.......
"Love, Sex, and Eating Subs..."
That was our favorite meal in the morning before work, whoever arrived first would grab the other's breakfast.
We even ate subs to cure our hangovers, when we woke up in the morning, ready for another "BIG BANGIN" session...*lol*

Thinking in retrospect...
We violated all rules of a strictly sexual relationship.

Refer to Southern Girl's "How to Separate" Post...
1. Kissing...
2. Cuddling...
3. Sleepovers...
4. Dating...
5. Talking on the phone, everyday between 2-6 hours...
6. Following each other home from work, while we talked on the phone...
7. Raw Sex...
8. Hot, Spicy, No Holds Barred Sex...(no wonder he's #1 on my get hit list...as long as its on my terms...)

Sorry, I'm horny...back to the movie review...*lol*


I used to have a crush on Hill Harper fine ass....
Anyway, he stars in this film as a porn addict.
I know many men who can relate to this...*lol*


This is his favorite porn star...
Why? I don't know....


He then meets this chic, Marlyne Aflac (she's pretty). Who of course is a reserved woman...
I didn't realize that many women hate porn...

Anyway, he was so addicted to porn that he couldn't have sex with her, he couldn't get it up.

He'd rather beat his meat...

Until one day they tired watching the porno together, which wasn't successful at all....

I won't give the movie away...but I think its a good movie to see...

You can catch it on ON DEMAND or in your local video store...

If you have seen this movie tell me what you think?
If not, I recommend it.....

Long Time No Hear...

I know its been a while since I blogged so this one may be a long one. Just to catch you guys up.

I had to do something I hate doing.
Asking niggas for money...
But I needed it.
I had to get my hair done for my job interview.
Still waiting to hear back from the temp agency.

Also, I been turning down dick by the dozens.
Not just any dick either.
Good dick.
The dick that I want so bad....
Puddy's and PCC's.

Here it goes...

So Saturday...
I took Kaeven to Hassan's nephew's birthday party which turned into a grown-up NBA Playoff party. I wasn't in the mood to get busted so I had one beer and a glass of Barcardi, which I didn't finish(I don't really be fucking with brown liquor). During which, I had the scare of my life. Here comes my son, tumbling down the flight of stairs. I dropped my beer and dived toward him, hoping to stop him from rolling down the entire flight of stairs. Unfortunately, I met him at the landing, managing to waste my beer all over Hassan's pants and his sister's sofa. Luckily, it was scotch-guarded....

Kaeven, rolled up and basically said, "Taaadaaa..."

I give him a perfect 10.0 on the landing...*lol*

He bumped his head up a bit, but other than being startled he was cool. A true soldier. He only whimpered a little bit.

After watching the sorry ass Nuggets lose the game, I head to the crib. I then get a text message....

Puddy: "What you on, homie?"

Me: "Watching this movie."

Puddy: "Oh, ok."

Me: "We ain't even get to watch that punk ass game together..."(Puddy and I both like Melo and was supposed to catch a playoff game together.)

Puddy: "Yeah that's cause u be on that BS"

Me: "And what are YOU doing? Big bangin and textin?"(Inside joke, this chic at the old gig used to want to fuck me and Puddy. So once I no longer worked there, I told her I had hit that, cause she started talking about how she just wanted to fuck him ...Basically letting her know that hey, he fucking, so if you ain't get none, you probably won't ever...besides I knew that would shut her up and stop her from trying to eat my pussy...So she emailed Puddy and told him that I toldher that we was "BIG BANGIN" those were her exact words. So now Puddy and I joke about that all the time. Its not sex no more its BIG BANGIN...*lol* The texting part came into play cause one day while me and him were doing it, he was pumping and textin, so I told him he was talented...*lol* )

Puddy: "Trying not to interrupt you from yo bangin session... I'm sorry."

Me: "Shut up, JERK!"

Puddy: "FORREAL"

Me: "You wit Demitri ain't you?" (Another inside joke of ours. We both drink Vodka and joke with each other about the other person drinking that rottgutt Vodka. For his birthday, I bought his a pint of Demitri as a joke...*lol* What else do you get someone you just started screwing, excuse me, BIG BANGIN...*lol* He drank that shit too, on a lonely, sober night, waiting for payday...*lol* I didn't think he would. I won't be caught dead drinking Demitri, if I gotta drink Demetri, I don't need to drink...)

Puddy: "Are you?"

Me: " but I said naw...." (Inside joke, from the Mike Epps interlude on TI album, "but I said naw, Bitch I said naw...*lol* I love saying that whenever the opportunity arrives..*lol*)

Puddy: "Oh, ok, cause I ain't tryin so start on trouble" ( His way of telling me he want to Big Bang...*lol* But this text didn't make sense so I knew he was faded and that would've been some good ass drunk dick...*lol*)

Me: "Oh really? We don't want you "so start on trouble" wit ya drunk ass...lol" (My way of blowing him off)

Puddy: "Are you gonna give me some?" ( I wasn't expecting him to be so bold, but that was his hard dick talking...*lol*)

Me: "WOW!! I have to take a raincheck on that. Its rainy season. (LIE) You shoulda been gave me some...Not now, but maybe later?..." (I had to say what he told me when I wanted to BIG BANG...Yall remember the "I wanted to Kick Rocks" Post... I can't be there when you need me if you can't be there when I need you, period...

No response from that til the next morning...

Puddy: "Please pardon me for my text behavior last night, I had one too many drinks. Do you forgive me?"

I laughed, cause I know that night he was calling me all types of bitches cause he couldn't get his dick wet...I shoulda said, "Go fuck yo woman nigga"...but...one hot, lonely, ovulating, summer day, I might want to hit that....But on my terms not yours nigga....

Anyway, I fell back on Sunday...

On Monday...
I got back on my job hunt grind. I received a call one hour later scheduling me for an interview. So I had to drive to the burbs, hit my trap, holla at him for a minute, while we smoked a blunt. Luckily, Kaeven was with me, so he didn't ask for no ass. That's why I hate asking niggas for shit cause the for one feel like you are obligated to them. And two, they ask you what you need it for....Nigga just give me the money or not....Little do he know, he is in my good graces..I was ovulating too, so he was looking a little extra tasty...But I was on a mission.

I slide thru to the shop, finally I find one that's open on Monday. My beautician was this grimy ass bitch. A real ass bitch tho... We chopped it up.

She told me, "Girl you all good, you got one shorty, like me, it ain't gone be shit to find a nigga to take care of you and him. But them hoes with 3 and 4 kids...got it bad...cause they gotta find a sitter for each one and one of them kids bad ass hell and nobody wanna keep that one. And a nigga ain't finna take care of all them kids...Don't have no more..."

Like she had to tell me that...

Anyway, while I was gettin my hair did, Kaeven starts to vomit errwhere...I'm thinking he just ate too much at once... with his greedy ass....

I ride down on PCC to cop me a few bags...

He greets me, "Hello my love..."

I can tell he likes my hair and my new hair color....Cinnamon Brown...

He asks me what I'm on...
I let him know I'm about to drop my son off with my aunt cause I have an interview tommorrow.

He says, "Very good..."

Of course, he always wants to get in my car and drive off, cause he BM must be in the window. He does he regular routine and play with my pussy while I'm driving him back home. Then he asks me, "When you gone gimme some?"

I reply, "When you gone suck on my pussy?", Kaeven was sleep FYI...

He says, "Whenever..."

I drop him off and proceed to my aunt's. He calls me 5 minutes later telling me that he gone ride back out West with me, so come get him once I drop Kaeven off. So you would think, I woulda jumped all on that right. Having the house to myself and ovulating, not to mention the fact that I ain't been had since I been had....

My homegirl call me and I ain't seen her in a minute, so I went back to the shop and chopped it up with them for a minute and we smoked a blunt and talked. After that I went to the crib...I had to do my french manicure and pedicure and get ready for success.

Once I arrived home, PCC calls me like "What's up?"

I'm like, "I'm at home..."

PCC: "You faked me out..."

Me: "Come over here..."

PCC: "Aiight..."(I know that aiight that's the BS aiight....I wasn't really on that shit anyway...I would've have gotten shit done, had he came back here with me...)

So my aunt is calling me every hour cause Kaeven keeps vomiting. They get him some pedialyte and call it one.

The next morning, I vomit...
By the time, I'm done interviewing, I'm sick as a dog...
I slept a good 8 hours at my aunts house before feeling well enough to drive back out West.
It seems that Kaeven and I caught a virus at that DAMN party....

I still got the mud butt....

Mama told me I shouldn't be eating everybody's cooking, cause ain't no telling if they are clean cooks....of course...

The good thing about me being sick is I was able to shed a few pounds...

My ex came to visit me yesterday...
He had a court date. He had been arrested for playing his music too loud and had his car impounded. He's an asshole when dealing with the police and I told him that's gonna get him more in trouble than help him. Anybody in the hood know that if you wanging turn that shit off when you see the police...

I was horny and I almost did it with him, but I had resolve and I resisted...Lord knows I was ovulating and wanted something hard inside me, but I am holding out, for as long as I can, whoever gets this is in for some trouble....*lol*

I had a picture of PCC in my bedroom, and of course he wanted to know who it was....

But he asked me later, once he arrived home, and called me...(I'm glad I didn't have to be evasive face to face.)

"I happened to turn around and notice a picture...Who is little buddy?"

I thought he wouldn't ask...so I said, "Just a friend...."

He wanted to know more, but I gave him nothing...

What am I supposed to say?

"Oh thats dude, that took it in the hallway that one time I told you about..."
PCC, actually did take it one day when he dropped me off some green one day.

I went downstairs to get the green while on the phone with my BD. (This was a while ago cause my BD was still free...) He opens the bag to let me smell the green and I ask him why his hands smell like onions, then he asks me, "Why yo pussy smell like onions?" I hung up on my BD, cause he woulda been like "why the weedman talking bout yo pussy".... In one quick motion, he ripped my pants down and took me from behind. I just stopped fighting him cause it was sort of a rush, in the hallway, what if someone came out or in their house and saw us....

But I told my ex about that incident, but not the part about me enjoying it...*lol*

So was I supposed to say, "Oh thats dude...the same one that drove off with me in his car while you waited in my car for me.....the one you said look like Ludacris..."

If he didn't recognize the face, I won't remind him....*lol*

OK, I'm done for now...