lyndon

i said i wouldn't but i'm gonna do it anyway. lyndon has been my friend for going on 14 years and i've had the opportunity to recently get back in touch with him. you know how i used to do when i got into a relationship (place people on the back burner) so we lost touch. i've always felt bad about this because we went from talking almost everyday to not at all. so i promised i would never remove myself from our friendship again when we reunite. i got my wish to have my friend back earlier this year *yay me* and i'm keeping my promise. one of my confessions for my birthday was that i've had a crush on him for years. it's more like admiration. he's a great guy all around but the most awesome part is "he's a wonderful father" that's the sexiest trait a man can have. yeah he's fine as fuck too! don't get me wrong. and a body out of this world. i just wanted to write about him because he's been invading my dreams. now let me head back to sleep and see if i can catch a glimpse of him. lata gata *wink*

coming down

from the "high" of celebrating my birthday made me realize just how awesome i am. i posted 33 confessions on my facebook and twitter pages to celebrate turning a year older. most of them were memories, but some were things people really didn't know about me. like yesterday marking the six year anniversary of my kidney being removed (not that that was one of the confessions). but yesterday i sat reading my book and realizing just how awesome i really am. it's a page turner like a muthafucka and i haven't even gotten to the juicy parts. i just wanted to pat myself on the back for a job well done and i have. lata gata *wink*

too old for this shit

i've been saying this for quite some time and i found this to be so true last week when i had to put someone in line for calling my phone "private" repeatedly as though i wouldn't have anything to say about it. i first thought it was my "least favorite mistake" but soon found it to be someone who has no idea what can of worms they have now opened. i decided i did a good job of not going to jail after almost going last year (i know. almost doesn't count) and with my birthday fast approaching, i wanted to be a good girl all month. moral of the story. let me catch that slut next month and it's been one. i know i'm too grown for this shit but i am only going to tell another "grown" muthafucka one time not to fuck with the chuck!!

did you really...

invade my private space like that? there i was dreaming. minding my own thoughts and you waltz in like you belong there. what the fuck is that all about? we are not that cool for you to do shit like that. i have to invite you into my dreams. you know. send you a text telling you to meet me there or a call. but that is so your character to invade. and your actions in the dream were wild. you showed up at my house UNINVITED, which is a definite no-no. well now that i've gotten that off my chest, let me go enjoy this gloomy september day.