I have a best guy friend, I have a best guy friend who is single (well now that's up for debate, keep reading). Never once has there been a mention of a girl, girlfriend, side piece, wifey, hoe, jumpoff, cookie, nookie, boo, baby, baby mamma, "homegirl", "play sis"....nada.

While waiting to go home, a young extremely drunk woman came up to me and said, "arrren't yyouuu Veronica, Veronica Storm?" Me: "Ummmmmm, kind of?"

Immediately I'm on guard because #1 Who is this person? #2 Why are calling me by my twitter name? #3 Is this a situation? #4 So sloppy drunk??

Her response to me was, "I'm _______ girlfriend."

****PAUSE*****

Who does that in real life? Who in their "right" mind would introduce themselves to a complete stranger and not even give their name, just their self appointed title....smh

Of course I was deeply confused and could only muster up a "wwwwwhhhhhhhaaaattt???!!!" and she hit me with her self appointed title again.

I'm assuming she views me as a threat, or thinks our friendship is more than just friends, but.....inappropriate.

If you have to introduce yourself to your "boyfriends(girlfriends)" friends/family, he's(she's) not your boyfriend(girlfriend). If you feel threatened by a relationship of his(hers) and he(she) hasn't given you reassurance, he's(she's) not your boyfriend(girlfriend).

I need people to truly understand, define and seek what a true relationship is. I need people to do their homework/research before they go around assuming shit and starting trouble.

That situation could have turned into a horrible situation because 2 people lack any sort of communication.

Trust and believe, my homie and I are going to have a good wholesome put the shit on the table type conversation because I don't need that shit in my life.

Someone needs to be checked, either her, him or both. What if I had reacted angrily or she had tried to come for me.

Making me reconsider twitter.....smh

A Single Creepy Story...

couple of nights ago a friend of mine asked me to go with her to her friend's birthday party. Of course I said yes because I needed to be distracted from sitting in the house, thinking about this and that (check 2 blogs ago).

We arrive and are introduced to this decent looking Australian men. Now usually I'm attracted to every Australian man I meet, but this one had more of a body of 17 year old British guy. Not my type. I like a man to have dark skin whatever race/ethnicity he may be.

He was very flirtatious, which was nice, and didn't mind throwing a compliment or two my way (much needed/much appreciated).

It was when he went to get a glass that he rubbed up against my butt. I'm assuming it was his first big real bootie experience. He turned around and was like, "omg, your bum its so.....omg its real too....its soft and wow"

Of course my friend and I are dying laughing at this point. But I'm also thinking in my head, "hmmm, he can appreciate my pear shape....think about it, consider"

Then he just had to ruin my moment.

Creep factor went up 10k points when he decided to do a double grab on my friend and I....she had on short shorts, I had on a skirt. INAPPROPRIATE. THIS IS NOT A BUFFET OF ASSES.

The rest of the evening consisted of me sitting down every time he came near, not listening to his compliments and trying not to be like "FUCK OFF."

As we made our exit, who do you know follows us in the parking lot, Creepy Australian guy does. And then once again tells me about my "bum." And once again goes too far and grabs me saying, "did you drive." As if I would say "YES DADDY" and follow him to whatever destination he had planned.

Being single I try to keep my mind/eyes open to different possibilities...but that was not an option for me...but I will refer to my ASS now as a BUM....

Things you should try if you haven't....

listen to "She Will" by Lil Wayne, Drake and Rick Ross while looking in the mirror getting dressed/undressed. Something about that beat makes feel all devilish and sexy....

CenterCourt Pizza. Only locations are in Pearland and Missouri City but...its so good!

Fist Pumping all night, equivalent to doing a 6 sets of arm curls in the gym.

Saying "Gyming" instead of "working out." Folks look at me crazy but I'm over saying working out.

Having a dance session in the middle of the street downtown, but sober.

quality reality tv: The A List: New York season 1&2. Just go to logotv.com

hawaiian sandwich bread, makes my plain turkey sandwiches so much more enjoyable

grocery shopping night. they restock the shelves, bakes goods get slashed to like a dollar and its quiet.

Twitter.

Getting rid of negative people. Breath of fresh air and a weight lifted.

Current Events have been ridiculous....

I don't remember a time where I was was confused watching the news or reading articles on line. From politics to celebrity gossip nothing makes sense.

Tiny gives a hand job to TI and gets caught by guards??

I don't know whether to laugh or feel pity for this couple. Not only can y'all not stay out of jail, y'all can't even act right while TI is in. I also feel like TI could afford to pay someone to do that for him. Can't be that desperate. I would understand full on sex or oral...over a middle school movie theatre date 2nd base act.

http://http://theybf.com/2011/01/06/i-got-beat-ti-and-tiny-caught-in-the-act-during-visiting-hours

Obama's team keeps changing???

Once again, seems like every few months, somebody moves around in Obama's camp. I don't know whether to be glad he is able to make decisions without worrying about fallout or begin to worry what's really going on behind closed doors.

http://http://www.cnn.com/2011/POLITICS/01/06/obama.daley/index.html?hpt=T1

Woman writes a suicide note,gets mocked,then committs act????

So a woman decided to post a suicide note on facebook (yep big mistake). I bet she thought it could be one last effort to see if someone would care, last cry for help. Boy was she wrong, over a hundred rude, mocking comments. Next day, the police found her dead body. Now her wall is full of love....side eye!!

http://http://gawker.com/5726958/facebook-suicide-note-gets-mocked-turns-out-to-be-real

Snooki, the new face of an empire???

I think its amazing that this little nugget of a human being is taking control of her 15 minutes of fame. Really she has passed her 15 minutes because she is a household name. Read the article. I'm still schocked homegirl "wrote a book"

http://http://gawker.com/5726271/snooki-is-building-an-empire?skyline=true&s=i

F Bar?????

New club in Houston is opening with this name. Blatant much...

http://http://www.29-95.com/bars-clubs/story/f-bar

These recent stories have made me do all kind of facial expressions lately. Hopefully you can make more sense of them than I could....

Itch I cant scratch...

Ever had a former friend, an enemy, a stranger (who wants to know you so bad) do everything in their power to make their prescense known. Just stand as close as they can to you, join conversations they were not apart of, keep walking near you, accidentally bumping into you...ugh....

Last night I had a former friend do some of these tactics. My favorite was when they felt the need to stare in my direction for long periods at a time. ummmm, I see you! Like my outfit, yay or nay?

When folks act like a tick/fly its almost flattering. That they think a little of attention from little ole me will somehow make their world right. {{ shrugs }}

All I could do was smile and continue whatever dance I was doing at the time. If I wanted you in my life you would be. Just let it go before it turns into something creepy.....

Date to a Wedding...

So an ex asked me to a wedding.... STOP SIGN

What color would you plan to wear to the wedding? RED LIGHT ~~ what? who coordinates? so does that mean I'm off limits to the other single men in the wedding?

And the groom is someone who used to be highly interested in me.... caution sign

Also, there is no date set..... sign of shotgun wedding

"Maybe we'll both get there and realize something... yellow light he's so full of shit lol

This phone conversation is hilarious. I swear he just does stuff to entertain himself. I can't lie he entertains me too. But too bad this laughter and entertainment can't translate into a healthy relationship.

Green

more punishments

It's crazy what is going on 2009.

Joe Wilson

You are a grown ass man. Why couldn't you control yourself during a damn Presidential speech? It was televised. This is in no way will help the Republican Party or prove if Obama is an actual "liar." PUNISHMENT: locked in room with Pookie and his friends

TOYA and NIVEA

So yall are best friends now, friendly associates because yall have the same passion for the same sperm?? Get it together. Why didn't yall invite Lauren London to the lovely picture? Or the young Asian stripper that has his son?? I am all for folks to get along, but at some point a line must be drawn. Toya, move on girl. You have a fine man on your side and a teenage daughter. Nivea is just trying to come back with a top 300 single

PUNISHMENT: Toya just needs a vacation. Nivea needs to covered in tar, covered in feathers and paraded thru the streets to be an example of supreme stupidity

Shakira

Yes you can belly dance. Yes you can belly dance. No one said you could do African tribal, pop locking, none of that. What the hell are you doing in this new music video. I understand the green paper is tempting, but how do you sell yourself like a 2 dollar imitation of Britney Spears??

PUNISHMENT: 150 hours of dance lessons from Boomkak, a severe spanking and a little elf to go in your pocket everytime you feel the need to dance to slap you!

Diddy

Watching your video called "Angels" and I only see you. Yes the two other "members" (backups) are in the video, but can you really separate them from the extras?? Maybe I should watch the whole video before I judge, but it was too emotional. You just kept walking and walking and walking.......BOO to whomever that just won't tell you that you can stop and need to stop

PUNISHMENT: I don't know if there is a punishment for this one. Maybe just have you sit in a room and have to listen to your own voice, with out the edits and help. And hour should change your life LOL

CELEBRITIES I HAVE PROBLEMS WITH

FRANKIE: You are almost so foolish you might need to get back on crack.

KANDIE: If you can't label your mate with one profession, and have the nerve to say he owns several businesses, at some point he was doing something worthy of getting arrested for. If he owns several business why not call him a Business Owner, a CEO, a President, etc....

DIDDY: why is it in your heart to sing so bad?? And how dare you be so hard on your artists and then turn around and lace your voice with autotune.

RHIANNA: being so hush mouthed during this whole drama scenario. You know you have pushed that boys buttons countless times. I'm not seeing cry out for a not guilty verdict, but damn did you have to leave him out to dry while you gave out illegal tattoos. You have yet to explain that herpes that just was in love with your lip.

JACKSON FAMILY: I hope the rumors are untrue about your upcoming reality show. Why must you pressure us to like you, to accept you. Mike was our heart, deal with it, oh and Janet.

LATOYA JACKSON: I also hope the rumors are untrue about you being on The View. Sit down somewhere!!!

LAUREN LONDON: I can't believe you are pregnant. I am just hurt, like I know you or something. And if that baby is Lil Waynes, I guess you see something in the alien looking burnt up roach that none of us see. You have halted your career so early, knowing the roles for you are limited. How can you really play a teenager now? Oh and the shame of it all if Nivea's baby is his too? But whatever, the baby will be a blessing so that is all. Ohh Lauren

NIA LONG: what do I have to do to get you on the acting scene again? You say the roles are limited, but damn boo!! Do I need to start a twitter page?

Folks if you have some more, please contribute...

BLASTING

....how does a certain someone (Ken Ken) hack into my stuff. I've changed the passwords, not like he's seen me to maybe bribe them out of me, and I haven't logged on nothing around him. Freaky, wacky!!

....all of the people my mom has helped over the years. They are like ghost. You would think they might want to put in some extra effort, like at least 5 minutes of their time and nothing. Only a select few are still around, but then they were expected. Solid gold type of people. It's crazy to see how disgusting some oldies are. I mean money she has lent, they could pay it back. All them times she ran errands, they could drop by and say helo. Hard situations really show the truth.

....birth control. I just don't think you work. Too many damn people in Houston are pregnant. I don't want to catch the bug. I have never taken you and haven't gotten pregnant. To the folks out there who are shaking their head in disbelief, I don't care lol. So I refuse to drink water, well did that before because I am addicted to Coke.

....Coke, I am addicted to you. I have to drink you everyday. Damn shame. And now I want to add a friend to you.

....Specs & Colony Lake Liquors. I wish you two weren't so close to my house. I wish you didn't advertise all the different specials you have, and all the new things I should try.

....Popeyes. For failing your food inspection test. Failed in the 60s. And the only grades available are A, B and C. Now I have to miss out on the Tuesday special, and the heavily seasoned fries because you don't want to store things at the correct temperature.

...Blacks from Black parts of town who blast me any chance they get. I'm sorry my momma decided to move into the suburbs or choose to raise me in a small town in Michigan. No I don't have the ghetto pass card. No I don't give the middle finger like you. No I don't have an accent. Get over it. It is 2009. Yes I talk different. It's annoying everytime I meet someone who thinks they are "blacker" than me, they have to comment, make a joke, or try to intimidate me. Try again, I am an ignorant idividual.

....Girls who wear"lace fronts" in Houston. I don't care I have talked about this before and will continue to try to convince folks it's not working. It's not a lace front if there is glue all up and down your hairline. It is not a lace front if I can see you tried to attempt a lace front. It's not a lace front if you buying 12.99 bags of Yaki at the beauty supply. It's not a lace front if all you can do is wear it in the weird ponytail.

hell yea

I will say it again

follow me twitter.com/veronicastorm

Problems.....lmao

1. Mobile blogging is not working. I have registered twice, I get the confirmation, and then when I try I get a lovely text telling me my device is not registered............

2. I love the American Idol game on Wii...it's the bomb. LEt's me know I can sing....I really can't but tell me why I always get above Gold Status!

3. Houston Heat, means less time my puppy is outside....less time I can read outside.....less time I can let my skin get touched by the sun.

4. Cocoa Butter aint working like it used to.

5. People who lie about their age, as if it would affect how I would treat them.

THat is ALl.......

~~~~~my mom has been nicer lately, good times

6. PETA tripping on Obama for killing an annoying fly. I am not a huge Obama supporter, but who hasn't killed a fly. ANd how come this is a problem in 2009, the killing of flies.....PETA do better. ANd this is why they have to do outlandish things to gain support and attention.

7. I can't stand BET for giving TI and Lil Wayne baby momma tv shows. There is someone more interesting, has to be. Bring back the old members of Making The Band, that was entertaining, especially Dylan.

8. Twitter....there is no point. ITs a whole website derived from one application off of facebook, the "status" application. And then people convince I should be on twitter, how great it is, better than facebook, but yet.....they are still on facebook, connecting their twitter to facebook. I mean I think its a bit sad when people are begging for more followers, like they are saying "please pay attention to me, make me feel special about the insignificant things I do in my life."

Soo...mobile blogging

I am going to start mobile blogging. I think it's healthy I do such lol.

First off.......dating is clearly only for entertainment this year. I should not expect anything to come out of any prospects expect good stories to tell, laughter and blog material. But I will say it does ease up the tension that I deal with on a daily basis with my mom......

......and my mom for some reason has eased up the meaness. Don't know what that is about. Alzheimer's is a crazy disease. To see how it can transform someone into someone else is just mind blowing. Just the fact my mom curses trips me out everytime. Especially when she drops the f bomb........

........I have discoverd my passion for cursing is getting out of control........

..............speaking on things getting out of control, like how much I use my phone now. I got a new one, it's called the Eternity. I am forever on the internet, texting, playing games, looking at new applications, looking for music, chatting on aim and messenger (which I have not done in years), mobile banking, now blogging. ANd it gets on MY LAST NERVES WHEN I AM USING MY PHONE AND SOME RANDOM (A MALE) HAS TO EITHER LOOK AT MY PHONE, ASK WHAT KIND OF PHONE IT IS, WHY AM I ON MY PHONE SO MUCH, CAN I GET OFF MY PHONE I AM DISTRACTING THEM, IS THEIR NUMBER IN MY PHONE, CAN THEIR NUMBER BE ENTERED IN MY PHONE, CAN THEY USE MY PHONE, CAN THEY PLAY WITH THE PHONE...........

yep, that's it for now. Oh and another thing....Goodbye, and have a great remainder (got that from someone, but forgot who)

Seriously.....

It's sad when the only male I can trust is the guy who makes my wings at WingStop. When I ask him for extra seasoning, I get extra seasoning. He doesn't even charge. He doesn't lie to me and say the food is ready when it isn't. He tells me to have a nice day. He is dependable. When I call, he answers, even if it is his job, it only rings like once or twice. I never get sent to voicemail.

and then I compare....

I wish if someone wasn't interested, or wasn't completly honest with their intentions, they would leave me alone. What is the point of asking if we can spend time, if you turn up ghost in a matter of minutes? What's the point of asking me out, but then never taking me out on a date? I don't get it. I didn't put forth the effort so why is the crap being thrown in my direction. Uh I wish I had the will to use the power of a drill......

...............drill some sense into his skull. It can almost hurt your feelings when someone is playing around with your feelings, times, thoughts, amount of text messages, etc. It's even worse when you didn't ask for it. When I mean didn't ask....I didn't ask shiznet.

I did not get the digits, make the first move, imagine a scenario to make a connection; I did not do nothing except listen and try to pay attention.

I regret paying attention. And I would love to say it's just one guy, but it's not. It's two.

Guy number two went on and on about Tuesday. All the different ideas he had for a date on Tuesday. How he doesn't work on Tuesday, and all this time he had to give to me. Again, nothing, nada, not a text, not a call, nothing.

I could see if I was desperate and begged to be taken on a date, or begged for attention. None of that came out of this mouth!

ILLNESS

In 2009, and even the rest of December, I would like to be left alone if you are not serious or honest. You = males. It's hard not becoming a hater or bitter.

So........niggas niggaz negros negras

Trying to broaden my horizons. Different types of men. I swear foolishness can hide in all different kinds of packages. The opposite sex is truly begininning to make me nervous. So, I am no longer going after my type, the opposite of my type, any type at all......I'm just going to ask God to smack me in the face with a righteous one, and some direction, and some clues, lol. Or really stop talking to anyone for a very long time. Same thing of getting sick and tired, I am. I am not the best candidate, but damn, shit happens before I am able to present myself.

Mr. Gimme Some Suga aka Wayne
Age: 46
1st Encounter: Chachos
Funniness: Weird shaped head
Ill shit #1: Thinks that pointing out my physical flaws will somehow make me want him more, make me want to belong to him, some type of "old man" mind games. Of course I had to school him on the being that is Amber. Explain to him that yes, my skin isn't perfect, and?! If you are willing to help me out with some drastic cosmetic surgery, talk about it. But if you are going to do nothing and hang on to your old man skin, kiss my ass and pay for my dinner.
Ill shit #2: Thinks that talking about how different he is from younger guys, will motivate me to think of him as more attractive. umm, not really. Just points out the fact that you are more knowledgeable, not better. Yea you know the 5 star restaurants, I hope you would, since you were alive when they were first established.
Ill shit #3: When I decide to have dinner with you, and attempt to take you seriously as a person in my life, I expect your son not to be at the table. I mean did I say I wanted a family date, NO! Did I say I wanted to meet your son and bridge a gap, NO! So innappropiate and uncomfortable I was. I was looking at the little boy, he was looking at me. I was thinking why is he so short, and he was thinking why the hell is she taking attention away from me. I'm an only child, so I can only imagine what thoughts were turning in his head. But by the end the kid liked me, but who cares really. I am not trying to be wifey/girlfriend or anything. I want companionship over a good meal! Being honest
Ill shit #4: He said "gimme some suga" I think my grandpa said that to me once.......tear!

Mr. I think it is okay to own 3 Cadillacs.......
AGE: 30!
1st Encounter: Country Western Bar (yes the hoods were in the building at Cowboy Central)
Funninness: sniffs alot.....is it crack or a cold?
Ill Shit #1: I met him on Wednesday....Thursday I had 9 calls.
Ill Shit #2: He actually said the following, "Women come a dime a dozen. And you can buy a woman too. Especially if you have transportation and some money in your pocket." I had to explain to him that not all women are impressed with shinanigins....me. And if he is able to buy a women, and he goes thru the process, he is no better than her simple ignorant behind.
Ill Shit #3: Told me he does bad things. What the hell is a "bad thing?"
Ill Shit #4: Owns 3 different Cadillacs. Escalade, a long 4 door one (not really into cars), and a third one that has at least 5 screens sitting on 24s at least and some other electronic shit I know nothing about, oh and it's candy apple red. How much does he want the police to come knocking at his door? I don't get how one could be so obsessed with one kind of car.....tear

< So I miss Taurus. He is holding down 2 jobs, good for him. Maybe he will have some down time on Monday.....I just truly don't want to start spending time at his house, because that is when he has time off. Stuff happens, expectations have the possiblity to change, other problems arise. I want to date! I want to traditionally date....get to know somebody...make sure I won't have that inner voice telling me to put you in your place all the time.....Taurus is the lucky number 32. I like the fact that I look up to him. I like he leads me. I like his name. I like saying it. I like typing it.

NO PENIS LEFT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ME: Are you gay?

7 Foot Nigga Driving a Caprice: Yes

ME: Are you sure?

7 Foot Nigga Driving A Caprice: Yes

ME: All the time?

7 Foot Nigga Driving A Caprice: Yes

UNBELIEVABLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So, I just left this gay club in Houston, Texas. Umm.............gay black men everywhere. I mean I support the cause, the movement, the decision, but damn, you start looking and realize none of these men are for me....these hundreds of men.....gorgeous men......sexy men.....tall men......men of all different skin tones....niggas with jobs......niggas with money

Then I come back to Ms. Runway Diva's and Mr. Hornyball of the Century's hotel room. I mean they are horny as hell and violating me. I am being violated as I type. OMG!! These men are playing with my emotions. I mean after they violate me, they are still gay, still happy, and I am horny and depressed. Tear my life. Mr. Hornyball of the Century just bit my....titty.....and Ms. Runway Diva is coming at me from under the table. I am being violated. I am mad at my body for liking it.

Mr. Sexy Pout is sitting here next to me laughing. And tried to protect me from the wayward feelings of Ms. Runway Diva and Mr. Hornyball of the Century. I love him, he is my protector.

In conclusion, Mr. Sexy Pout understands as a black woman I look around and say.....damn! But then I am like......damn and tear my life.

The point of this blog was to vent. I love hanging out with my friends. They make me happy and give me the friendship that I lost in others. But hanging out with them makes me wonder are there even thousands of available straight all the time black men.

If you are offended or don't understand what I'm trying to say that's awesome. Leave a comment. But hell I have had a few drinks and don't understand my damn self

ok.....I wasn't drunk at all. Just drunk in music.

Old habits tend to die hard!!

It sucks when you get bored...and think to entertain yourself...with foolish situations...with people you should keep at least 500 hundred feet away.

Lately my life consists of the basics. Fulfilling but not provacative. I should be enjoying the peace more than I am, but an itty bitty part of me (not my titties for you jokesters), is looking for something. What, I don't know.

I know I shouldn't be looking in the direction of Mr. Psycho Duck, or any of the Nigerians listed in my phone as "Don't Answer", or Shortie Glow. But sometimes when I'm not eating,sleeping,reading.surfing,dancing,talking....u get it...my evil mind plays tricks on me and encourages me to stir it up. TRAGIC. I blame my imagination on my only-child-existence.

Mr. Psycho Duck brought a lot of heaven and hell in my life,nothing in between. Black and white and no damn grey. Decided to reach out to him after I found out, well he informed me he knew of my blog. (and he's killing me at 29,tear) Found out more about his adventures with his dick while we were in our "situation." Found out 1 situation that actually hurt. I planned on fun convos and more proof he is truly psycho. But what I got was a realization of what our "situation" really was,basically his funny story/my tragedy. So...I learned...curiosity is a killa...and Mr. Psycho Duck's is a career mind fucker. That is not a compliment Kendrick.

The Nigerians...well they are a group/gang/organization in Dallas. Drama is what they brought to my life and continue to do so. I know not all Nigerian men are like them: obsessed, aggressive,mean,controlling,extremely passionate,gossipers...But there were times I felt safe, happy and even lucky with them all in the mixer. Saw Shortie Fat Fuck/Shortie Doo Whop and it was so uncomfortable. It's taking all of me to not make it easier, call him, listen to his argument,turn it around on him, and WHALA! But I've learned....thru many signals/signs/events, that I would signing over my honor (couldn't think of another word lol). So I haven't made the call,thanks to the groceries I just bought,so lets hope I remain smart.

Shortie Glow has a crush on me. Has had one for a long time. I used to, but the chemistry wasn't there. We went on a date, spent the whole day together, went to sleep,nothing happened,nothing was tried,and everytime thereafter we ran/run into eachother it's weird. He throws parties and has never put me on the list, hooked me up in some kind of way, or even like a drink. But when the All White Party came around, he told me days later he wouldve put me on the list, which meant I wouldn't have had to pay 100. Umm late! And if he wanted me there, could you invite me, say you want to see me, anything? Not saying I deserve it but damn can I get an offer? I don't know if it is the race difference but he steps to me like a nervous middle schooler. I need a guy to talk it straight, not beat around the bush or be scared to flirt/engage/entice/shit something...People I am thinking of testing him out. Even though I know a lot is missing between me and him. I haven't gotten a free dinner lately,ohh that's bad to say,lol. Great to have someone into me, but I want to be into them. I don't want to play and pretend, I want to enjoy and have fun.

I know I need to stay away from the above subjects. I know that I am too addicted to this honey butter I just got. I know I am a work in progress and this blog is my outlet.
But...........

Negro Please

The Ish:

So I went to Houston with Little Bit and the Spanish Conquistador (code names, they get them, chill out). Really went to spend time with mi mama (who is feeling better, but isn't all the way there) and ended having the opportunity to go to the Mary J/Jay Z concert.

My person of sponsership was supposed to be the guy I met last time I was home. Unfortunately he was discovered to have a great amount of back hair. But I kept in touch, cuz he can always shave/wax that off. He offered me a ticket I glady accepted.

All of a sudden my inbox of text messages was full of things like this.....
"I can't wait!!" "I'm excited" "Can't wait to see yo sexy azz again"

~~Pause~~

~~Breathe~~


Now I know I am supposed to be excited that a man would be excited to spend time with me.

I know I am supposed to feel flattered when a man throws compliments my way.

But something just doesn't sit right, when the man sends more than 6 messages of this kind like he just got out of jail, or a submarine or something. He made me nervous.....

So the day comes of the concert, I'm not too excited. Because I am not really a concert person unless I see some backupdancers, the set changing, like I need to get my money's worth. Jay Z, I have the DVD, that's good enough for me. But no way was I going to be able to listen to Mary scream in the mic about how KC did her wrong, and the depression, and how she needs acceptance.........AAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

Then homeboi hits me with the worst of it all......"What color are you wearing, I need to know so we can match."

~~Pause~~

~~Breathe~~

~~WTF~~

In the end, I didn't go to the concert. I actually got him to sell my ticket and give me the profits. Well he only gave me some of the profits, but I thought that was better than nothing.

What I learned:

1. I need to work on my patience.

2. I truly have a thing against back hair (never knew before seeing his). Especially when it goes above the shirt, like you can see it and all. And it's curly and thick, ill

3. Learn to accept things that I think and know are wack. Give a brother a chance, even thou he wants to wear matching outfits (even thou we are not in middle school and it isn't a Frankie Beverly and Maze concert).

males switching it on me!

NIGGA #1: I met him @kona grill. He seemed nice enough, I decided to be bold and send a note over. Big mistake I will regret later. We chatted it up and decided to meet up at Scott Gertners (establishment in Houston). Well I meant the Sports Bar and he wound up at the Sky Bar (same guy owns 2 establishments). So that was the first indicator he was older.
Then he said he went to UNT and asked if I ever stayed at the "Ramps." The ramps refer to a college dorm on campus, but hasn't been called that since the 90s. DING DING DING, he might be older, not just older, but pushing his forties out the bank!
I asked how many children he had in a "get to know you convo." He said one. I said well how old is he. He repied that he didn't want to tell me for fear of being found out. That shit confused the hell out of me. Then he told me his son was 19YEARS OLD. I mean, that nigga is a few years younger than me. Umm no.
ISSUE: (1) The man has yet to tell me how old he is. (2) The man knows I am way to young for his ass but trying to dib in the candy store (3) If you can't confess your age, what else will you choose to hid in the future.

NIGGA #2: He's engaged, and yall have heard about him.....JERMAINE THE LAME is ENGAGED! How I found out? I called him on my way home at like 2:45am. A chick answers. I immediately hang up and delete his number out o fmy phone. Nothing further. The chick continues to blow up my phone, left a voicemail, sent me text message, I mean chick is crazy. Then he starts texting me like it's no big deal he's been found out. Then chick created messages from me, that she fowarded to him (why would she foward messages and they are in the same house, think) so he could get angry at me and I guess go running back to her. They deserve eachother. And negro is still trying to talk to me, ILLLL
ISSUE: (1) When I asked him why he didnt tell me from the jump he was engaged, he replied he was going to tell me...tear my fucking life (2) He thinks he's having fun, it's not a big deal he's dipping behind his fiancee (3)illl he's fucking engaged (4) thankfully I didn't sleep with ole dude, or get emotionally attached, my ass might have been depressed somewhere crying int he shower, lol

NIGGA #3: I thought he was a friend of mine. We talk about everything. And all of a sudden last night he starts dancing with me too damn much, flirting, trying to be touchiefeelie, giving me googlie eyes, and then asking if I would come home with him for company. WHAT THE FUCK? When did our friendship change? Why did it have to change? NOw I am uncomfortable and don't know what to say to the nigga. I mean, what in the hee haw hell
ISSUE: (1) It's not fair that a "friend" switches up the game on me and now I got to go find another homeboi that I can trust (2) I need him to realize that I will eventually have to hurt his feelings, friend or not!

NIGGA #4: I met a guy at this lounge in Houston. Convo was ok, nothing special. Then a friend pointed out to me his CURLY, ABOVE THE SHIRT, THICK ASS BACK HAIR.
ISSUE: (1) How is it growing above your shirt? (2) Why is it so thick and curly? (3) Why haven't you shaved it or brushed it down? (4) I am mad that when I see him call me or text me I get a vision of the back hair. I know I am not perfect, but it was disgusting. Illl my tummy hurts now.

NIGGA #5: I've known this gentleman for awhile now. He has a thing for titties, but not mine or yours, his own.
ISSUE: (1) The fact he felt comfortable enough to let me know he is one with his titties and they turn him on to some extent.

Really, I am supposed to want you after I hear....

some stuff I hear on the regular basis. Not even just at the club. It can happen on campus, the local grocery store, a car in the next lane, etc. It gets irritating, disappointing. It's like.....so can you really get mad when I turn my attention away?

"Didn't expect that voice to come out of that body, but I guess I can roll with it"

Once again, I am wrong for pronnouncing my words and should feel blessed that you are willing to look over that...yes girls with booties can't speak well is what you are saying?

"What did yo momma feed you? Cuz I will feed it to you everyday"

So am I supposed to get excited about you and you somehow bring my mother into the mix. And basically telling me the only reason you are talking to me is because I have a little weight on my bones.

"You need to gain some weight, but that ass still sitting right"

So you are saying I look like I have cancer, but somehow managed to have an ass. Thankyou for your help in my self-image issues, tear!

"I want to introduce you to the finer things in life. I will take you to Pappadeaux and shit like that"

What can I say about this one....the fact you refer shit and Pappadeaux in the same level is weird. Or the fact that you are using a restaurant to show off is weird too. And finer things in life, is like you are saying I have never experienced anything in life. Just get out of my face

"The way you walk in dem shoes, you need to walk into my apt"

I don't get it, is there a certain way to walk into your apt? And if there is, give me a second, to walk differently.

"Damn, if I date you, it's like dating a white girl and black girl at the sametime. My dreams"

WOW, I had to literally walk away from this man. Who continued to shout after me. It's like offensive, and he doesn't even get it. Tear my fucking life.

"Can I touch it (my ass) first?"

Like you need confirmation before you get my number or recite my name. Hell to the naw!

"Is it (my ass) real, I mean..."

You mean what, mofo? What the hell? How could it not be real the way it shakes and shit.

"Can I take you home and sleep on it (my ass)?"

So that is all I am good for, is a pillow. Basically telling me I am shitless and my only value is the two basketballs on my back. Thanks for that reminder.....as if!

"Say girl...Say Kim K......Say D.Woods.....Say brown girl....Say girl in the red...Say girl with the ass.....Say girl with boots on.....Say girl etc......"

I just don't take it as a compliment that you don't feel the need to walk over to me, but yell across the way of something that you feel I remind you of. Why are you so fucking lazy? Then get mad when I don't walk all the way over to you, and then you start talking bad about me. Great way to show me your personality in 5 seconds or less..

Song: I hate you so much right now by Kelis

Karma....The Playground of Foolishness

So Baby Dizzle came into town this weekend. We hit up a random night at Blackfinn to meet up with a mutual friend of ours, a mutual friend of ours that likes to try to get us drunk. It was cool listening to the "top 40" but it was time for me to hear "My Dougie." So we decided to hit up Karma.......

We get to Karma, and the foolishness began when we walked into the establishment. I mean, the hoodness in the building was amazing! It used to be a nice place to go, I felt the need to practice my blade under the tounge techniques.

Of course I ran into "mr. wants to beat me to death then buy a ticket back to his country" (ohh he will be like a series of blogs). I was nervous because I turned around and he was just there. Whoopsies, uncomfortable staring(it's like you can't look away). But he kept it moving. Pushing Week 5 and he hasn't made contact. Even thou all his homebois say he's coming back for me.....(Tier he is a double locked door nigga too).

We first met......

Mr. "I Pull Out My Biggest Bill In My Wallet and Let You Order The Drink But I Still Want My Change"

I don't get it, why don't these males just order the drink then. What's the point? Am I supposed to be impressed by seeing that particular President?

Then.....

Mr."I've Never Seen You in Here Before."

But I can remember us being around the same table, even a short convo. Guess he decided this was his time to move in, but just be like I remember you or something else. I have a good memory and you are already lying.....tear

Then....

Mr. "I Don't Come Here Often (But The Bartendar Knows My Name)"

Like how are you and the bartendar so friendly? How come so many people that walk by just know you? What's the point of lying?

Then....

Mr. "Can I Drink Yo Bathwater"

What can I say about this one. I don't care if it's Halle Berry, isn't that a little nasty, weird, disgusting, crazy, idiotic...Kind of inappropiate in beginning convo. Maybe have a fetish, but do you really reveal that about yourself to a stranger?

Then....

Mr. "I Know You Talked To My Homeboi, But Can I Take You To Breakfast?"

Really, just breakfast? Really, trying to holla cuz your boi isn't here? Kind of lame and a bit wack!

Well, I can say I had a great time. And thank the random males that gave me something to blog about.

SONG: I'm Bossy by Kelis

KENDRICK ....MY ETERNAL STALKER

Background:

I approached him. I flirted my ass off, because something about him I just had to have. Big mistake. I should've known then. Usually the dude comes up to me, but 2 years ago yall, I tried something new (last time I ever approach a nigga).

We ended up creating a situation between the two of us. I enjoyed him, came close to loving him! But of course it ended badly. Really bad.

I'm not going to put all the blame on him, because I did the fool myself.

But what I can say, is that I ended conversation between us. Of course it was hard, because I truly liked him.

Not only has he harassed me thru text messages, phone calls, he even got a chick to bother me as well. Like what the hell? Was it that good? According to him, I am like the shit at the bottom of his shoe.

I thought he had given up...........

But I opened up my myspace and recieved this shit?!! BEWARE, THE SHIT IS OFF THE CHAIN RIDICULOUS!!!!!!!!!!!

The off the chain ridiculous shit:

Coach DENNIS
Date:
27 Feb 2008, 01:05 PM
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Date Sent: 27/02/2008 1:05:00 PM

Body:Before I completely cuttoff communication with you, I felt compelled to tell you this. I knew about the crabs you received from Braxton when you first visited him at his "new at the time" apartment. I never wanted to tell you about this face to face because I knew you would have gotten embarassed, however I thought that before I kick rocks I would just let you know that I was aware of it.

ex ex boo

MY REACTION:

1. If you have had an enounter with this gentleman, experienced one with him with me, or heard of mine, the shit is funny and desperate! lol



2. I have never had crabs or any sexually transmitted disease. I get checked and try to be as responsible as I can. Is this the best he can do to get a reaction out of me?



3. The time frame was 2 years ago. Who waits 2 years ago to inform some business as important as this?



4. Why did he continue to have a relationship with me, continute to have sex with me, if I was carrying an STD? Was the sex that good, he would put himself at risk to? Or maybe he just likes.........iillllllllllll........lmao
   


5. Who says "kick rocks?"



6. Is this something you say on myspace?



7. I swore I blocked him on myspace, so how he was able to send a message...idk....kind of crazy!!!!!!!!!!



8. When I ask you in more ways than one to leave me alone, why keep pushing at me?



9. Yes TM that is his picture



10. When will ex's stay "x" out of my life?

IRRITATED!!!!!

What do I have to do to get this individual to leave me alone?

The nigga is crazy! Crazy enough to wait 2 years to tell me a lie, damn what's gonna happen the rest of the year, lol, well more material for my blog!

Now I got to block this nigga again on myspace (already been blocked on facebook for a minute)! Taking up seconds of my time, tear!

Like Baby D said, he's trying to hurt me and get a reaction out of me....but damn give up!

But at the end of the day, I walked into his crazy insanse indifferent world. I had a feeling to get out, but my dumb ass stayed. And because of it, he is with Braxton in my top 10 mistakes of all time. Actually Kendrick is #2. Yep, yep, yep, mistakes I can't repeat lol!

So Kendrick if you read this, it doesn't matter what you say or do, how you feel about me, just leave me alone! We are not good together, actually quite toxic. I have apologized for the mistakes I made, you have too, let it be, let it go! Telling me you missed me didn't get me back, and telling me I had crabs 2 years ago won't get me back either. So "kick rocks!" I am assuming that means "goodbye," if it doesn't....GOODBYE

SONG: I Always Feel Like, Somebody's Watching Me by MJ