Going, Going. . .Gone !

Okay, so like any other day in my life I'm searching for my Flash Drive [ which is a wonderful little stick that holds my life long work on there ]. I had been searching for about a week now. Of course, I didn't trip because I always misplace Betty [ the name I picked for my Flash ]. In addition to losing Betty, I always find her as well.

Coming up on the end of the week, I start to literally sweat bulletts because I haven't found Betty, yet. I start to think the worse, "Maybe I threw it away in the trashcan!" No, because I hate cleaning my room. "I probably left Betty at school." Impossible, because I'd never make the mistake of carrying her around, just to lose her somewhere on a street.

At the beginning of the next week, I'm talking to BooSkie, who has been wondering why I've been on edge lately. So, I admit that I've been bitchy lately because I had lost Betty and couldn't find her. After laughing for a few minutes, because I named my Flash drive Betty, he tells me that his younger cousin was using something similar to my FlashDrive last week.

Long story short, BooSkie's younger cousin stole Betty. Babe, rescued Betty, and brought her back home to me the next day. I'm excited when he whips her out of his pants pocket. I plug Betty up, and cover my eyes. BooSkie stops talking in the middle of his sentence, and my stomach turns cold. Hesitantly, I move my hands and look at the screen. Nothing is there.

All of my lifelong work is gone. ALL GONE ! I grab my cell, and run outside to my porch, as I break down in tears. The pain I feel at this point is so bad that I had to call Moms` and get her to talk me down. I can't believe it, all of that hard work, has now disappeared into the RecycleBin of a public library computer. My poems, stories, inspirational quotes, are all gone because of some dumbass little fucker who has sticky fingers.

Never do I say things like this, but I HATE motherfuckers who steal. You never know how hard somebody has worked, or how important something is to someone. When you steal, all you think about is taking something away from someone else, because you want that thing in your possession.

Damn those Sitcky Fingered A`Holes !
I ought to break every finger on his thieving little hands !

In a Perfect World. . .

When I was a little girl, I dreamed of flashing lights, but when I opened my eyes, the only light that flashed was that of my digital camera [ I'm a Picture Whore ]. I'd hope for my Prince Charming, but most of the dudes these days are just Froggy. My body would be fashioned just like Black Barbie's friend [ What is her name, lol? ], but now I have an extra curve or two. I believed that money grew on trees [ Trees that I would have a tremendous amount of, planted in my yard ], except now days the only money I have is provided for by "The Man".


In a Perfect World, all of my wildest dreams would come true. Too bad my sleep is haunted by Nightmares. I've never been a conceited person, but I never envisioned my life to be the way that it is now. Hoping for better seems like a lost cause, yet I'm still striving for the best.


In a Perfect World, all of your dreams will come true. . I live in REALITY. . .if only.

Amilli; she's ill !

So I watching my niece the other morning, and Dora the Explorer was on. This was something like how it played out. . .

Dora, "Uh oh ! The basket broke, and fruit is rolling down the hill. Its coming right for Armadillo ! Do you want to help the Armadillo jump over the fruit?" Now when Dora asks a question on the show, she pauses to give the kids a chance to answer the question, and interact with her.

Dora, sits in silence looking at the screen. ". . . ?"

Amillion [ My Niece ], "Hell no, what do I look like?"

Me, "Milli !"

Dora, "Great ! Yell Jump, Armadillo, jump !"

Amillion, stands up with her bowl of cereal. "I said NO, damn !" Rolls her eyes, and walks off to the kitchen.

Now my niece gets her bad mouth from her mother, which I hate. She's too young to be able to use, and apply cusswords the right way. It's not cute, but I have to admit, that was kind of funny, in a shocking kind of way. Who cusses out Dora the Explorer? At first, I started laughing, then I was like, hold on, she did not just say that. I tore that little thigh of hers up, too. Kids are too grown for their own good now days.

Bringing Old into the New

This is an old post from my old blog. I wanted to re-post this, because I believe it has a very good message to it.

I was on the phone talking to a certain someone when a very good topic came up on conversation. This person asked did I want a piece of them, and I replied, yes.
Now, when you think about wanting someone, it's mostly attached to something physical. So I started to think about it. When looking over the anatomy of a person, you can pretty much come to the conclusion that there are many pieces to a person.
You have the mind, the body, the soul, a heart, etc.

So, my thing is, would it be wrong not to just want a piece of someone, but to want them, wholly? To want their knowledge, their friendship, if it came to it their body, their soul. To get to know what makes them smile. To know their dreams, goals, and what they expect in life. What they expect from you.
Really what I'm trying to say is, you could never really want someone, if you just want a piece of them. A puzzle is never complete unless all the pieces are intact. If they're not connected it is not whole. A masterpiece is nothing without the finishing touches. The famous smirk on Mona Lisa's face. The twinkle in a child's eye. The moon in the dark sky. The Sun to heat up the Earth and bring about all its beings.
To want someone, is to take time, and put all the pieces together, to complete the puzzle, and sit back and reflect over the masterpiece within itself.
i want you...
I want you...
I WANT you...
I WANT YOU.....

Groupie of St. Tremaine

For the last hour or so, after grubbing on CoCo Puffs, and puffin` dro`, I'm finally feeling right. Such a shame. I've been too fucked up to change my Mp3 player. So for the last hour, I have been listening to Trey Songz sing "Sex For Your Stereo". Tremaine is an effin` Saint. I get an orgasmic feeling from just listening to the lyrics of his songs.

Gabby said that she saw him in concert recently. Lucky, girl. She said that she reached out and touched him. I'd love to see a live performance by him. I'm sure he's very entertaining. Gabby even said he threw out some tongue action for the ladies. Sweet, Jesus ! I'd have to touch myself after seeing that, lol. Although, I'd rather suffer in my horniness instead of handling the situation with a slippery hand ( did I just say that? Yes, I did ). Obviouly, I'd love some penetration, but the Penetratee that I want is busy with someone else.

Random Thoughts:

Okay, Do you know how sometimes after you get high you start thinking about off the wall shit? Well I was just wondering, How do Vegetarians feel when they bite into a crispy, crunchy, Animal Cracker?