The Waiting

Patience. Some are born with it. Others lack it and some have to train and tweak their person to heighten their level of patience. I waited until I was 18 to get my second hole in my ears, and I waited until I was 19 to get my first tattoo. I waited until I was 20 to get my belly button pierced. To date, those are still the only marking upon my temple walls. As much as I like would love to lavish my personal palace in dramatic decor, I have no threshold for pain. At all. I am such a punk. I always want to do certain things or run out and get this tat or this pierced, but I wait. I am patient with stuff like dat. But only stuff like dat. I want every one to have a very special deep meaningful purpose. So I wait. I chill. I sit back and allow time to bring me what is my hearts truest desire. Sure, I am all for Carpe Diem, seizing the day or the moment. Yet, sometimes we must think ahead to after the moment has been seized. After you live for today...what happens tomorrow. It can be beneficial and detrimental either way. You can leap and not look back. Let go and Let God. You can live for today and care about the results of tomorrow or you can delay yourself so much that when you are faced with certain situations you don't know how to react. In order to be ready for anything, one be sure to expose themselves to as much culture as possible. Never deny the opportunity to experience something. Don't ever deny yourself the pleasure...or pain. It will be a learning experience. It will be a boost to your immune system, giving strength to the third eye. So try something new. Take an alternative work out route, drive the scenic route, date the person you normally would not. Leap and don't look back. Let go and let GOD. Experience life with no boundaries. Dare, experiment, dance, laugh out loud, really, really loud. Say whats on your mind. Give into the primal. Why does logic gets to have all the fun? Why does reason get to make all the decisions? Quit that job or finally move to that place you always wanted to live. Live, what are you waiting for?

So Addictive

I am soo addicted to music. So addicted to wearing lingerie, even if I am not having sex. I am so addicted to spicy foods. So addicted to sex...good sex! Correction: I am sooooo terribly addicted to orgasms. I am so addicted to being desirable and even very very sexy. So addicted to butterflies...for me they represent change. I am so addicted to my siblings. I am so addicted to living life like there is no tomorrow. I am so addicted to meeting new people. I am so addictive to activism. I am so addicted to music. So addicted am I to this good life. I am addictive to laughing and the sound of birds chirping. I am addicted to smiling. I am so addicted to my new found me. I am so addicted, how could I not be. I am so addicted to reading and writing. I am newly addicted to flying. I am addicted to my passions and my political beliefs. I am addicted to change and trying new things. I am addicted to freedom and spotanaiety. I am so addicted to singing real loud and using anything as a fake microphone. I am so adddicted to my dance classes and chillin with my friends. I am addicted to the club because I can't live without shaking my ass. I addicted to practicing the moves I learned in class. I am so addicted to shoes and accesories or all sorts. I am addicted to thongs but love my boy shorts. I am addicted to masturbating. I am addicted to bubble baths. I am terribly addicted to candles. I am addicted to the morning sun. I am addicted to my morning run. I am addicted to a man, that I can make laugh. I am addicted to showing my families love. I am addicted to praying and fantacizing about a world unknown. I am addicted to my music collection and my cell phone. I am addicted to making money, learning and personal growth. I am addicted to my determination, infatuated with my goals. I am addicted to my third eye and the depth of my soul. I am addicted to the fact that I am an ignigma and a wonderful story untold. I am the greatest gift, my addictions tell me so.

...Now Back to our Regularly Scheduled Program

Ohhhhhh where to begin. OK, with the good stuff. Hit my spot Sat night and got escorted right in. I mean as soon as he knew I was alone, he yelled for security to escort to me thru the gate. Ran into the nice bouncer later and had to thank him.I didn't even recognize him right away but once I realized who it was, I was sure to use my manners. It was not about the favor, it's about treating others how you would want to be treated. Even in the club, one can be respectable. I could tell he was very appreciative of that...most mofo's be ungrateful as hell... So I didn't wait in line and that was too vicious for words. Makin bitches hate me. Just dripping hate hate hate all over the place. Had a lot of fun talking in the ladies room, kept running into the same girls. One needed lotion and since I forgot my gum it was a fair trade. Hit the dance floor and made a couple rounds, made to sure to grab a seat in the cut whenever possible. There's something rather alluring about a silhouette in a dim corner overlooking the water. So when I hit the floor to dance for real, had to duck and dodge the lames. Fellas: HElllllllloooOooo out there, listen up, get closer to the screen, do whateva you gotta do, but get this message loud and clear....STOP RUNNING UP AND GRINDING YOU PENIS ALL UP ON SOME BOOTY AT THE MOFO CLUB. EUGH, EWWWWW GROSS MUCH! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!!!?? WE COME TO the CLUB NOT TO MEET YOU, BUT TO SHAKE OUR ASSES. THAT'S IT. That's why we come to the club with our girls or by ourselves, BC WE WANT TO DANCE, WITH OUR GIRLS OR ALONE. I got into VIP again. By myself. Wasn't no thang to sashay my smooth caramel hips right passed the bouncer and the velvet rope. The bitches that was in there was tired as hell. Not sleepy tired, just lame as shit. Eugh, such a misrepresentation. Oh, yeah ladies, I got some words for ya'll too. But you men out there, get the balls to ask for a dance. Yes, they still do that!!!!! Politely try to engage in convo off the dance floor. Take her to the bar, by her a drink and if it ain't poppin, don't trip. Move on to the next. Oh and if you can't afford to at least offer 2-3 drinks, stay yo' broke ass home. Trust that most of the ladies in there got their on money. So what else can you offer in the 0.5 seconds you were lucky enough to her get attention? It is definitely not your penis grindin on her too cute outfit. Eughhh, uh uh. Get with it.

Ladies....you bitches. Before I bust off, let me shout out to all my fly mommies in the club, in the car, at the gym and at the office. On campus and all that. Represent. Do you! When one is taking care of themselves it shows. When you don't, guess what, it shows. You bitches stop coming to the club funky, hair a mess. Stop tongue kissing the grimy nigga who just ran up grinding on you that you don't even know. Stop being all passed out in the club. That's not sexy. It's noooooootttttt! Niggas, stop encouraging that shit. Yeah, offer a sister a drink if she look like she can handle it. But how many real men, like all drunk, stanking passed out ass even if it is after the club??? Ladies, just cuz you got money and can buy yourself all the bottles you want. Models poppin bottles...ok. I can dig it. I do my thug too. But just because you can, don't mean you should. Know when you have had enough. If I can see you boo, so can everybody else. Do it, but it to it right. If your panties going be all hangin out, can they match your outfit or your shoes or your body jewelry or something??? Hell, they can match your damn pedicure or anything?! Just step it up a notch. How else are you going pull the respectable gentleman who wants to just hang and chill; maybe ask a lady to dance and politely escort her off the dance floor to buy her and maybe even all her girls a drink? Not to say that's what its about. It's sooo not. Hell I always leave with numbers that get deleted the next day because I cannot remember who the hell they are. It's just entertainment. It's all in fun. The thrill of the experience. I noticed women like me in the club all the time. We frequent some of the same locations and yet we always look right. Sexy socialites. Classy fun. Grown and sexy, not grown and sweaty. Come on, get with it.

For Starters

Ya'll when I say life is good. Honey, life is good! God is good. Now, before I go off, let me just say, thru it all, I'm still having my fun. First, I been catching up with so many old friends, it's been amazing. I've been meeting all kinds or people. People who do what I aspire to do, people who entertain, people who hustle, people who have been to war and back. Just like woooow! Don't even get me started on the eclectic bunch at dance class.

I try to behave and not take for granted the blessings that have been and continue to unfold before my very eyes. Sometimes I feel like I should apologize for all the fun I am having. Sometimes I wonder what will come of it all. And then I realize, that is not for me to know. I get back to living peacefully, gratefully in the moment. Appreciative of the experience. I guess that what they say is true.Seek and you shall find. I don't get into trouble because I don't go looking for trouble. It is a classy affair at all times. I seek adventure, fun, the rush, the thrill is what drives me. I am motivated by my goals. So I have fun, I have a career that I love that opens so many doors. I know in my heart, if I keep up what I am doing. If I continue down this path. I will endure the many splendor supplied only by the Almighty. The angels, will continue to walk with me. My family will live long and strong. The Father will continue to guide and protect me even when I am doing wrong. Not to say, this road is paved in good times and laughter, yet thru it all there will be smiles and joy. My spirit tells me so.I believe it, so I shall have it. I am an opportunist and a optimist. A dreamer and a muse, inspired by anything and everything. Thirsty for a glorious victory. Grow with me.