I recently hit a big milestone too. Check the Blog Stats. Whoopty Woo!
Jon Wye Underpants Belt Buckle $35
Lucite Factory Banana necklace $80
Summertime’s almost here. Can you feel it? I’m flashing more skin. I’m walking without a limp (sorta). Dammit, I’m getting my sexyback.
I just got back from a lunch date with a guy I used to date. He’s such a sweetheart, but he just doesn’t do it for me anymore. I wish he did. He’s such a cutie. Dreadlocks (yum), dresses nice (sexy), super intelligent (sexier), and we crack each other the hell up (sexiest). So what’s the problem??
He even asked me to move in with him last year. Maaaan, my pockets would be so much fatter if I did. Let me tell ya. Now he’s got a live-in and he doesn’t even want her there. She just came over one day and never left. I guess God works in mysterious ways…
I need to try that move cause my rent is hurting my feelings.
We went to The Cheesecake Factory (Sorry Tash!). That’ll make 1 Hot Date and 2 Lunch Dates at Cheesecake in the past 9 days. You’d think that was my spot, right? Naaaw. It’s just convenient…and free.
God, I love being a woman!
So…nothing much going on with the new boo besides a little phone boning. We need to give him a nickname…Joe Boxer. Since that’s all he’s been doing. Lifting, boxing, and living in the gym…training and whatnot. I’m not mad at him ’cause the body is right and tight. **sigh** But I have a short attention span and I lose interest very quickly. I think the countdown is about to begin on this one…
Besides, it’s about to be summertime. And y’all know what that means. Heh heh heh…
I just need to fix this broke-down knee of mine so I can start working out again. Right now I’m feeling Tyra sexy. I need to get to Naomi sexy. A girl can dream, can’t she?
Guess who’s car died again! Yes, that would be mine. Bright and early Monday morning…in the rain. I didn’t even make it out of my apartment complex before she decided to show her *ss. It’s okay though. My Toyotasaurus has been trying to kick the bucket for a little while now. I’m the one who couldn’t stand to let her go. I’ve been too attached to my little baby. After 3 hit-and-runs, 3 rear-end collisions, 2 cracked windshields, and 1 broken axle, Homegirl is ready to retire. While all of my friends are working on their 4th, 5th, or 6th one, I still got “that same car”. It’s ’cause I’m a friend to the end like Chucky.
Now I can finally splurge on some hot new wheels. Old Bessie was starting to give me low self esteem.
Thankfully, my Grandma loaned me her car since she doesn’t need hers. She takes care of my blind Grandfather, but she’s no longer “allowed” to leave the house so she has no use for it. Yes, Grandma’s on lock down cause Granddaddy rules with an iron fist…a fist he couldn’t see if he tried. He’s too ‘noid that she’d be out running the streets giving her 76-year-old goodies away. Hmmph! If she was out trollopin’, she definitely earned it by putting up with him for 50+ years. Grandma needs a little loving in her life.
I’m sorry. Do I sound bitter?
Go Team Grandma!!
Are you feeling naughty or nice?
Trashy Lingerie Carousel bra $50, panty $45
Trashy Reform School Tie $40, Bra $65, Panty $40
I’ve been single for a year and half now. That’s like an eternity for me.
I’m the Rebound Girl.
My last two relationships were a week apart. I don’t plan it…they just happen like that. Also, it’s easier to forget the last one when you’re focusing on the next one.
Out with the old, in with the new.
I’m not a big fan of dating. I usually go in with low expectations. I’ve gotten pretty picky these past 16 months.
Expect the worst, hope for the best.
The whole getting-to-know-you process is for the birds. How many times can I tell someone how many brothers and sisters I have? Or which college I went to? Or my last name?
I guess until I find the right one. Mr. Right.
Needless to say, I’ve had 4 dates within the past 7 days. And, Ladies & Gentleman, I think we’ve got a winner…
I had to see an Orthopaedic Specialist today since I banged up my knee a couple of weeks ago. The X-ray Tech really made my day though. After she wrapped the x-ray blocker thingy around my waist (I guess to protect my ovaries and soon-to-be-expired eggs) she said, ‘Oooh! You’re soooo tiny! I have to wrap this TWO times!‘. Then, after she examined my x-rays she said, ‘You have such teeny tiny bones!‘. I could’ve kissed her right then and there. It’s the little things that keep me going.
Well…my knee is officially effed up. I have a patellar femural dislocation. Which basically means my kneecap ain’t where it’s supposed to be. I need therapy 3x/week and quite possibly surgery. My mom is already trying to convince me not to get the surgery. She thinks I’m gonna catch MRSA and die. Since that happens to EVERYONE who has surgery nowadays. Damn hospitals and their mutant germs.
I’ll find out in a month if I need to be sliced and diced. It would be pretty nice to have a knee that actually worked like it’s supposed to. I haven’t had that feeling since middle school. Before my knee cap started acting stupid and running away from the rest of my leg. Then maybe I won’t feel like an old lady anymore. At least not until Mr. Arthur I. Tis comes knocking at my door.
I’m loving the song ‘See You Again’ by Miley Cyrus. It feels so wrong to be singing this at the top of my lungs when I’m in the car. But I do it every time it comes on.
Damn her.
I’m almost 20 years older than this child. Who, by the way, made 18.2 million(!!!) dollars last year. Uuuuugggh! She’s obviously doing something right.
He said, She said