Sunday, August 14, 2011

Is there a learning center in Tobago?

Idiots should not be allowed to raise kids.

Lord hasten my steps to get home.

I need the courage.

Monday, November 15, 2010

Dreams List

1. I will write a book entitled, 'Dear DHS/IRS, I am not an alien. - How I gained a 6 figures job at 25 and why I gave it all up at 28...'
TBC - I en figure out d rest of my dreams yet ...

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Space and Time

I wish I could place all memories in a container and just leave them be. I would extract the good ones when I feel like. I want to forget but I want to remember but I don't want to feel.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010


Who fights for me?

Monday, May 24, 2010

Pet Peeve #1

1. Ah hate to waste international calling card minutes ...

Happy Three Month Loc Day to meeee!

Celebration aside....

hear this sheeet...

Jamaica and I broke up in April 09.

He got a girl preggos in June 09.

She made the baby in February 10.

I found out about the baby on May 21, through googling his name and bouncing up on his twitter...

lol though we spoke often enough over the last year, he never mentioned the baby... once!

lol! U are the weakest link...

I love it.

I can laugh because:

1. Cue Jill Scott * I got something better at home *

2. whatevs... if we were supposed to have a kid we would have :)..

3. the whole facking thing is hilarious and I have better things to be bothered about... like what should I have for lunch .. tomorrow :)

I'm honestly blogging this just because. . .

By the way .. guess who will be home in less than 48 hours? Uh huh! Too blessed to be stressed .. what!

I am all over the place :)

And my locs are a hot mess :)

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Same ting I say!

"I used to pray for a man who had potential, but that’s not my prayer anymore. Not only does he have to have potential, he has to have had accomplished some things in his life. He has to have a work ethic, because I don’t want to come home to someone sitting on the sofa playing PlayStation. I’m looking for someone who works as hard as I do. Who loves their work as much as I do, so at the end of the night we have something real to talk about, something exciting that makes our blood flow and boil. I need my man to be my homie. If you can’t help me grow, there’s no point with you being in my life."

Jill Scott

* Girl, I know exactly what you mean!

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Come here Rude Boy

Do you like it boy
I wa-wa-want
What you wa-wa-want
Give it to me baby
Like boom, boom, boom
What I wa-wa-want
Is what you wa-wa-want
Na, na-aaaah

Buckle up
I'mma give it to you stronger
Hands up
We can go a little longer
I'mma get a little crazy
Get a little crazy, baby


BTW .. still have not loosened the hair -- 1 month bb

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Random Thoughts

He is the first person I think about every morning. I can't count the number of times he runs through my mind on a daily basis. I wonder what he is doing right now. I wonder if he is smiling. I wonder if he is thinking about me. .. missing me.. wanting me... half as much as I desire him. I wait for a sign.. . something/anything that signals he is thinking about me as much as I am him.


The mind races... are you in this alone? Is he just not that into you?

No way. He loves me. He said so...

This is silly.

But, I love him anyway

Love his intelligence.. he sparks my interest ... who would have thought..
Love his masculinity... most times. I need him to understand that showing love does not emasculate him. It is okay to make a person a part of your life. It does not make you weak.
Love his sex. I feel like he whispers 'I love you' with each stroke.
I love the way I feel when I'm with him... at peace.. smiling inside.

But fack!!

Sometimes.. I have doubts. Sometimes I just need him to say it is going to be alright. Sometimes I need something.

Yesterday, I told him we should just be friends...

My heart hurts.
Love is many things.
One thing it is not is confused.
When you love someone, you love him/her... screw ego, pride, masculinity, female independence crap.. u go after what you want.. right?

Guess not...