Stupid, she will find that being picked up takes no time
'Cause the lurking nigga finds, that the stupid one is prime
Yup. He bites and takes the bait because the taste of dumb is great
Lets that shit slide down his tongue then starts to search for other ones
He will always find some stupid 'cause to her he looks like cupid
And what stupid doesn't know, that's an ARROW in his bow.
He winks and smiles, lets her pass. Then shoots stupid in the ass
Oh ye chick with little class.. stupid gave it up too fast.
She sees love, he sees a fuck. Looks like a dime, not worth a buck.
Stupid now has blurry vision, can't think straight or make decisions
That's when cupid strikes again, drops the "L" word. Reels her in
Stupid, she will find falling in love takes little time
'Cause the lurking negro finds, that the stupid one is prime
His words are golden, yea like piss. Aimed at stupid he won't miss
She washes in his golden shower giving cupid all the power
Just when Stupid thinks she's won...cupid shoots another one.
Wreaking of a nasty stench, Stupid's forced to sit the bench
Game over stupid. Did you find that you get played time after time
'Cause the lurking bastard finds, that the stupid one is prime
Washing piss out of her eyes stupid starts to realize
Not all cupids are the same its then she wants to change her name
Stupid she'll no longer be, instead of stupid...call her Me.
Wuz uuuuuuuuupppppp!
What's up my peoples? Been a lil while... figured I should say a lil som'n som'n. So... what's new wit meh.
Well... a few weeks ago I lost a good friend of mine. I still can't believe it because he lives in Jersey and I live in VA. So it's not like I see or speak to him all the time. So to me, it still feels like he's alive. However, I DO speak to my brother Rob-Rob very often and my friend was Rob's best friend. So what upsets me isn't the death of my friend (because I just said... him dying isn't real to me yet), but I get upset for my brother. My friend died in the presence of Rob and one of my other brothers. I worry for my brother... thinking about how he must feel and hearing him talk to me about it is what gets me upset. So yea... that's as far as I can go on that topic.
Any hoo... I'm fat. Yea yea, I know I don't look fat. When I look in the mirror, I think I look great! But today I went to put on my summer capris and shorts from last summer and they don't fit!! WTF! So now I have to watch what I eat... BOOOOOO and exercise more often... BOOOOOOO. But TRUST, I will be ready come June :)
OMG a big ass.. THICK spider just crawled under my back screen door! How 'bout I just sprayed it, and I DIDN"T DIE! OMG!! I had to soak the hell out of it before it crawled some MORE... and finally flipped his ass over and died. OMG... SHAKING!!!!!!!! Ugh! eeeeuuuuuuuuu... Ugh!
So... on that note. I'm going to be a GOD MOMMY!!!! YAY!! Too souped! My baby gets to be my god baby. It's about damn time she decided! The BFF that is... her puerto rican ass took a month a sundays to confirm what is best for her son. Can't wait... it shall be official in June. Will keep ya posted.
My kids room is finally finished being decorated. I painted it... after I swore I wouldn't paint anything else after doing my living room. But their room is soooooo.... cute! They hugged and kissed me for it and said they loved it. Well worth the work.
What else is new... my baby turned 6 last wednesday. Can't believe it. He was such an easy baby... slept all the time... put himself down for naps (even to this day), now he's reading and writing and talking and talking and talking lol. Luv'im though.. my porky pork. My other son made the B honor roll for the 2nd time after starting his new school two months later than his classmates. So smart... proud momma. In about two years, he will be my height or taller... wow.
So... I'm sure I've bored you to death. Nothing exciting on this neck of the woods. I don't feel like talking about men.. I know, the juicy stuff. Got some work to do before I go to bed, plus I have work in the mornin' ... Peace out.
Well... a few weeks ago I lost a good friend of mine. I still can't believe it because he lives in Jersey and I live in VA. So it's not like I see or speak to him all the time. So to me, it still feels like he's alive. However, I DO speak to my brother Rob-Rob very often and my friend was Rob's best friend. So what upsets me isn't the death of my friend (because I just said... him dying isn't real to me yet), but I get upset for my brother. My friend died in the presence of Rob and one of my other brothers. I worry for my brother... thinking about how he must feel and hearing him talk to me about it is what gets me upset. So yea... that's as far as I can go on that topic.
Any hoo... I'm fat. Yea yea, I know I don't look fat. When I look in the mirror, I think I look great! But today I went to put on my summer capris and shorts from last summer and they don't fit!! WTF! So now I have to watch what I eat... BOOOOOO and exercise more often... BOOOOOOO. But TRUST, I will be ready come June :)
OMG a big ass.. THICK spider just crawled under my back screen door! How 'bout I just sprayed it, and I DIDN"T DIE! OMG!! I had to soak the hell out of it before it crawled some MORE... and finally flipped his ass over and died. OMG... SHAKING!!!!!!!! Ugh! eeeeuuuuuuuuu... Ugh!
So... on that note. I'm going to be a GOD MOMMY!!!! YAY!! Too souped! My baby gets to be my god baby. It's about damn time she decided! The BFF that is... her puerto rican ass took a month a sundays to confirm what is best for her son. Can't wait... it shall be official in June. Will keep ya posted.
My kids room is finally finished being decorated. I painted it... after I swore I wouldn't paint anything else after doing my living room. But their room is soooooo.... cute! They hugged and kissed me for it and said they loved it. Well worth the work.
What else is new... my baby turned 6 last wednesday. Can't believe it. He was such an easy baby... slept all the time... put himself down for naps (even to this day), now he's reading and writing and talking and talking and talking lol. Luv'im though.. my porky pork. My other son made the B honor roll for the 2nd time after starting his new school two months later than his classmates. So smart... proud momma. In about two years, he will be my height or taller... wow.
So... I'm sure I've bored you to death. Nothing exciting on this neck of the woods. I don't feel like talking about men.. I know, the juicy stuff. Got some work to do before I go to bed, plus I have work in the mornin' ... Peace out.
Pete and Repeat
Pete and Repeat went to a bar... Pete walked out...who's left? Repeat. Pete and Repeat went to a bar... Pete walked out... who's left? Repeat.
Heard that joke before? Well I bring it up because I am about to repeat some things I have previously blogged about. One of the stories I told was about a man trapped on a rock because the tide had risen. He cried out to God saying, "God help me!" Just then some men on a boat came by and told him to get on. The guy says, "No thank you, God will save me!" A few minutes later a helicopter came over him and dropped down a ladder. He was told to climb up. The guy says, "No thank you, God will save me!" You get the point... so the man ends up drowning because the tide rose and he never got off the rock. So when the man gets to heaven and sees God, he says, "How come you didn't save me?" and God replied, "I sent a boat and a helicopter."
I think I just missed my helicopter today. I have been waiting for God to send me someone that has all the qualities and stuff I want... tells me the things I need to hear... wants to do the things for me I desire. I think God sent me my boat, Jitney... and then my helicopter... we'll call him Dude. Am I going to drown??? I want my Jitney back... but is he who God wants for me? Or is God sending me other people, but I just keep waving them on.
Wow. So Jitney just called me. Is that my answer? I'm happy... so I'll take that as my answer and pray I don't drown for doing so... Ha!
Man. I have issues... GNITE! work tomorrow.
Heard that joke before? Well I bring it up because I am about to repeat some things I have previously blogged about. One of the stories I told was about a man trapped on a rock because the tide had risen. He cried out to God saying, "God help me!" Just then some men on a boat came by and told him to get on. The guy says, "No thank you, God will save me!" A few minutes later a helicopter came over him and dropped down a ladder. He was told to climb up. The guy says, "No thank you, God will save me!" You get the point... so the man ends up drowning because the tide rose and he never got off the rock. So when the man gets to heaven and sees God, he says, "How come you didn't save me?" and God replied, "I sent a boat and a helicopter."
I think I just missed my helicopter today. I have been waiting for God to send me someone that has all the qualities and stuff I want... tells me the things I need to hear... wants to do the things for me I desire. I think God sent me my boat, Jitney... and then my helicopter... we'll call him Dude. Am I going to drown??? I want my Jitney back... but is he who God wants for me? Or is God sending me other people, but I just keep waving them on.
Wow. So Jitney just called me. Is that my answer? I'm happy... so I'll take that as my answer and pray I don't drown for doing so... Ha!
Man. I have issues... GNITE! work tomorrow.
Right stop...wrong bus.
I am a bus...he is at the stop. I stopped at his bus stop...but I am the wrong bus. He needs to wait for the next bus and see if he should ride. There have been times when I have stopped at a bus stop because I wanted a passenger...but the passenger waved me on.
Well today, a passenger really wants to ride on my bus, but I just cannot let him. I am the wrong bus. It's not that I can't take him where he wants to go...I just don't WANT to. He's not the one I want to take my roadtrip with. I am going to have to hurt his feelings today. Oh well...he'll be aight.
So...not every person is a bus. There are some who are buses, that offer their passengers long rides. Then there are some who aren't...like a Jitney. My Love? or former love..his new name is Jitney. He shall now be called Jitney. Why? I still love him...but he's not a bus driver and I need a bus driver. I am a bus...and he is a Jitney. He might pick you up and take you a few stops down...before he drops you off and picks up another passenger, takes them a few blocks down...then repeats. So you may hop on his Jitney several times in a day, week, year...but it will never be for a long ride before you have to get off and wait for it to come around again. It's possible Jitney might not even be picking up another passenger...but he will still make you get off a few stops later so he can...I don't know...get a donut? work another job? wash the Jitney? Whatever the reason...his passenger will only be on for a few stops at a time.
That's not to say a Jitney driver could never be a bus driver... or a bus driver become a Jitney driver. It just all depends on how long you want your ride to be with the driver/passenger.
I'm thinking about becoming a Jitney...it costs too much to keep riding this bus.... :/
Well today, a passenger really wants to ride on my bus, but I just cannot let him. I am the wrong bus. It's not that I can't take him where he wants to go...I just don't WANT to. He's not the one I want to take my roadtrip with. I am going to have to hurt his feelings today. Oh well...he'll be aight.
So...not every person is a bus. There are some who are buses, that offer their passengers long rides. Then there are some who aren't...like a Jitney. My Love? or former love..his new name is Jitney. He shall now be called Jitney. Why? I still love him...but he's not a bus driver and I need a bus driver. I am a bus...and he is a Jitney. He might pick you up and take you a few stops down...before he drops you off and picks up another passenger, takes them a few blocks down...then repeats. So you may hop on his Jitney several times in a day, week, year...but it will never be for a long ride before you have to get off and wait for it to come around again. It's possible Jitney might not even be picking up another passenger...but he will still make you get off a few stops later so he can...I don't know...get a donut? work another job? wash the Jitney? Whatever the reason...his passenger will only be on for a few stops at a time.
That's not to say a Jitney driver could never be a bus driver... or a bus driver become a Jitney driver. It just all depends on how long you want your ride to be with the driver/passenger.
I'm thinking about becoming a Jitney...it costs too much to keep riding this bus.... :/
Do what?!
"We should go out sometime." "I'd love to!"....NOT. This happens to me a lot. I swear there is something wrong with me. I get asked to hang out by the opposite sex...I would say at LEAST once a week. Group setting...cool. I'm there. Do what?! Go by myself? Just me and you? I'd LOVE to...but I highly doubt it will happen.
I always wonder if something happened to me a long time ago...which is the reason why I am so uncomfortable when I am alone with a man. I hate dating. I really do. If you want me to be at my most uncomfortable state...tell me you set me up on a date and there's going to be nobody there but me and him. I'll probably shit in my pants...and use that as an excuse to politely decline.
I remember when I was in high school...one of the guys at my job asked me out. I said okay...because I really liked him and thought he was a cool person. However, as the date came closer and closer and closer...I freaked. Made up some excuse why I couldn't go and never went. The thought of being alone with him made me sick, scared and nauseous. Had nothing to do with the guy...just the fear of being by myself with him.
So...I'm sure you're wondering how I dated...or got a boyfriend. Double dated until I got comfortable enough with the person...to be alone with them. Once I passed that sickening, nervous phase...I was okay. I have to be sure I can trust you...before I can be alone with you.
I'm that girl that if I go on a date with a stranger at...let's say a restaurant..I am looking for the nearest exit, making sure people are around me, making sure I have my phone on me...all while I am praying to God saying, "What am I doing...what am I doing...what am I doing". Crazy right???? I know.
If you're a man...and I'm not looking for an exit when I'm with you..then you are something special. But if I leave...and take a deep sigh of relief and say, "Thank you God...I am still breathing" mmmmm we have a problem.
It takes forever and a day for me to get comfortable with someone. I have no idea why. I truly move at a snails pace when it come to relationships. That sometimes hurt me...because the other person lost interest before I could truly be warmed up. But I mean...I don't know how to move any faster.
Men make me nervous. Really, really nervous. Why? I have no idea.
Why am I blogging about this?? I'm newly divorced. So...when you get divorced...you start dating again right? I say to myself..."I'm going to start dating and meet lots of new people and go to a lot of new places." That's what I SAY. Will I do it???? Helllllllllllll naw!! At least not yet. The thought of dating freaks me out...I mean COMPLETELY out! What if he's a serial killer? Or sniffs his armpits for fun? Or is 20 years older than me...or 10 years younger? OMG can we say overwhelmed at a HYPOTHETICAL situation? I went to lunch with a...I guess you can call him a friend...he's a nice man. He was saying all the right things... you know... I guess what girls want to hear (e.g. you're so beautiful, so glad I can have lunch with you, I just want to show you love...be a good friend to you, etc.) But the whole time I was there...I thought I was going to vomit and couldn't wait to go back home. That's so wrong right??? Had nothing to do with him...but there's obviously something wrong with me.
So what am I going to do? Pray that God has someone who I can be comfortable with...or who is patient enough to wait the eternity for me to warm up and trust them. As far as the dating...yea...not a priority, but I'm going to try. Never hurts to try right? I will definitely keep you posted though...ya neva know. I'm out..1.
I always wonder if something happened to me a long time ago...which is the reason why I am so uncomfortable when I am alone with a man. I hate dating. I really do. If you want me to be at my most uncomfortable state...tell me you set me up on a date and there's going to be nobody there but me and him. I'll probably shit in my pants...and use that as an excuse to politely decline.
I remember when I was in high school...one of the guys at my job asked me out. I said okay...because I really liked him and thought he was a cool person. However, as the date came closer and closer and closer...I freaked. Made up some excuse why I couldn't go and never went. The thought of being alone with him made me sick, scared and nauseous. Had nothing to do with the guy...just the fear of being by myself with him.
So...I'm sure you're wondering how I dated...or got a boyfriend. Double dated until I got comfortable enough with the person...to be alone with them. Once I passed that sickening, nervous phase...I was okay. I have to be sure I can trust you...before I can be alone with you.
I'm that girl that if I go on a date with a stranger at...let's say a restaurant..I am looking for the nearest exit, making sure people are around me, making sure I have my phone on me...all while I am praying to God saying, "What am I doing...what am I doing...what am I doing". Crazy right???? I know.
If you're a man...and I'm not looking for an exit when I'm with you..then you are something special. But if I leave...and take a deep sigh of relief and say, "Thank you God...I am still breathing" mmmmm we have a problem.
It takes forever and a day for me to get comfortable with someone. I have no idea why. I truly move at a snails pace when it come to relationships. That sometimes hurt me...because the other person lost interest before I could truly be warmed up. But I mean...I don't know how to move any faster.
Men make me nervous. Really, really nervous. Why? I have no idea.
Why am I blogging about this?? I'm newly divorced. So...when you get divorced...you start dating again right? I say to myself..."I'm going to start dating and meet lots of new people and go to a lot of new places." That's what I SAY. Will I do it???? Helllllllllllll naw!! At least not yet. The thought of dating freaks me out...I mean COMPLETELY out! What if he's a serial killer? Or sniffs his armpits for fun? Or is 20 years older than me...or 10 years younger? OMG can we say overwhelmed at a HYPOTHETICAL situation? I went to lunch with a...I guess you can call him a friend...he's a nice man. He was saying all the right things... you know... I guess what girls want to hear (e.g. you're so beautiful, so glad I can have lunch with you, I just want to show you love...be a good friend to you, etc.) But the whole time I was there...I thought I was going to vomit and couldn't wait to go back home. That's so wrong right??? Had nothing to do with him...but there's obviously something wrong with me.
So what am I going to do? Pray that God has someone who I can be comfortable with...or who is patient enough to wait the eternity for me to warm up and trust them. As far as the dating...yea...not a priority, but I'm going to try. Never hurts to try right? I will definitely keep you posted though...ya neva know. I'm out..1.
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