Why are all the cute guys taken?
Why are all the cute guys heart broken and don't want a relationship?
Why are all the cultural guys so anal?
Why is it that all hipsters are vegan?
Why do all hipsters think its cool to dress like a homeless person?
Why is it that some african americans who have doctorate degrees think they're so above those who don't?
Why is it that Al Sharpton only supports people that have high profile cases?
Why are people still mad that our president is black?
Why do women who walk around dressed like a whore get angry when I guy approaches them like such?
Why do some men walk around with a bow tie in place of a necktie? Who said that was cute?
Why are people pressing charges on people over tweets?
Why do people literally make time to stalk social network profiles?
So I've lost twenty five pounds. I gag at myself everytime I look in the mirror and gawk at my awesome flat belly. Thank God for giving me will power with this new vegetarian diet because it is soooo paying off. I actually lost weight to have more energy, to be more healthy and to live longer. During my biology class, we learned about fats, lipids, and cholesterol. Yuck! Thats when I really decided to change my diet for the better. Once you start getting well on the inside it starts to shine outside.
I look so incredibly sexy in size twelve slacks and the fact that I can find slinky sundresses in my size at the thrift store makes me sooo happy. Oh and uh...I am an art model now. Yes. People draw me. Even before I lost the extra poundage artists would ask to draw me and I didn't mind it, it's just that I never got around to it. Being the cultural person that I am I love art, especially paintings that tell a story and make a statement. Plus I hate wearing clothes anyway, its too hot.
However, do not think I am going to walk around dressed like Ice T's wife CoCo because my confidence is not THAT high. But I will wear a see through top, a cute little belly shirt, a sexy little bathing suit. Pics coming soon.
The single "4 am" from Melanie Fiona's "The MF Life" gives me MY life. I love the music tones and the sexy, silky way she sings the description of feeling deceived and betrayed by the fact that it is 4 am and her man still has yet to come home. This particular song makes me want to lay back in a bubble bath with a glass of white wine, thinking of a love I once knew.
I can always depend on Kanye West to bring hot beats, fire lyrics, and conceited ad libs to start my day. When I'm feeling pretty, attractive and feeling like dancing to a hot beat I can just pop in the single "Mercy".
Yesterday, I had my first therapy session with my new therapist. She is over six feet tall, with shoulder length brown hair and a wonderful sense of humor. Her name is Amy. Amy is very understanding, she has allergies as bad as mine and she is so understanding. I told her a lot of things that I had repressed inside and she shared with me a lot of things I could do decrease my anxiety that is caused by my PTSD. The exercises are so therapeutic and relaxing. She also told me that Child Abuse support groups are a very positive way for me to cope as well.
Before my doctor's appointment I took a visit to the Chrysler Museum of Art to check out the 30 Americans exhibit from African American artists. The different aspects of art that was displayed was absolutely beautiful. There was art made from matchsticks, oil pastels, paintings, and wax. Some were just simple photographs of people taking artistics poses, and some were of magazine and newspaper clip outs pasted together to make a statement. I had a very good day.
Dear Kim,
I was twelve years old living in the Jeffrey Wilson Projects in Portsmouth, Virginia. I had just started middle school and BET was the first channel I turned to as soon as I stepped my foot in the door, tossing my book bag across the floor. I had no idea that the beautiful woman dancing on top of the escalator in a floor length fur was the same woman who graced the stage with the Notorious B.I.G and Junior Mafia. I fell in love with you when I saw the "No Time" video. Not your lyrics, because at the age twelve I didn't know anything about sex let alone getting men for their paper. I fell in love with your smile, your confidence, your boldness and the way you held your head up high despite the obstacles that the music industry threw your way.
As I reached my teen years and from teen years I reached adulthood every album you have released I purchased. Some women listen for the raunchy lyrics that gets them amped up for a night on the town, some women listened to get them ready for a night of passionate sex. But if a true fan listens to your lyrics, they will hear a story behind every song, every lyric, every bar.
Even though you don't know me from Eve, and you're my bestie in my head, if I am going through a certain problem all I have to do is play an album of yours and I swear you have a song for everything I am and have went through. All the way down to the legal problems I put myself in.
A lot of people say I can't be a fan of Lil Kim and be a Christian at the same time. But who are they to judge? All I know is that despite your lyrics, outfits, and past transgressions you never cease to tell us how much you love the Lord and you never cease to thank God for every award, every album, every fan He has blessed you with. I love the cool, calm way you react to beef on wax and I just love the way you kept a smile on your face despite the fact you had to do time for a year for something you barely had anything to do with. I love your personality, your kind heart, and your sense of humor.
When people had something to say about your cosmetic surgeries, I was like so what? Its your money, your life, and lets be real. Half of those people talking all that trash would get a tummy tuck if they had the money. Girl, keep doing you. Keep making your money. I have been a fan since I was twelve years old and I am now pushing thirty. I love you for life.
Love,
T.M
Mystic River. Now a motion picture, we all know the books are way better than the movie. This book had me on the edge of my seat. Three boys were friends until a tragic event happend on a lazy afternoon. Years later another tragic event brings these boys together. You won't be able to put the book down until the last page.
Cross. Our favorite detective Alex Cross is back to take on the very psychopath that murdered his beloved wife, Maria.
The Quickie. Homicide Detective Lauren Stillwell catches her husband in the midst of an affair. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. While embarking on a sultry affair of her own, she witnesses and unspeakable crime.
Facebook, which is the social network that hosts the most depressing statuses of single women all across the world, have been showcasing hot acid slinging arguments amongst couples. Again. Tagging the boyfriend's name, his side chick and cursing out all those who decide to put in their ad libs in the comment section. I don't understand why the girlfriend is even mad. If the dog decides to roam away from home, lock your door, throw away the key and do you. The weather is great, the nights are younger, out of towners are cuter, its time to do you. Which is what I have always done.
I haven't been in a serious relationship in over four years but I have been in some..uh..Situations. Situations that are so tight that I have found myself confused when meeting a new potential and hurt when someone's feelings are not the same. But I have always bounced back especially when someone comes along that makes me forget about the last one. Am I saying to become a full fledge hot summer jump off? No. Though I don't practice premarital sex, I don't hate on the next single lady who is all about getting hers with no strings attached. However, I am against single ladies who get theirs with no strings attached and not protect themselves. But do you have to give it up to have fun in the sun? No. You can go out to a night club get your dance on and not go home with anyone. Is there a crime in smiling at the cute chocolate brother staring at you from across the cafe? Nope. Not only that but you can have multiple crushes on people and not feel bad.
My PTSD and this little one pill a day doesn't stop my shine from living a regular life that I lived before I started the medication. A lot of women get self conscious with meeting new people because they feel as though they have to tell someone off the back that they have a mental illness, a physical illness...NOT. You're not marrying the guy, or planning to have children with him so don't let your illness stop you from having fun. If you are the chick that just want to get hers and not worry about the extra stuff just protect yourself from pregnancy and disease.
