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Feeling/Not Feelng

Feeling
  • Sir Lucious Left Foot...the new Big Boi Album.
  • Bon Jovi...they still rock (and Jon is still fine as hell!)
  • summer rainstorms (did I say this already??)
  • trying a new restauraunts.
  • salmon benedict
  • sipping wine on my patio  (preferably with someone)
  • RuPaul's Drag U
  • my wedding CD. Even after 4 years that joint still bumps so hard! (LOL)
  • all night Greek diners..(I LOVE diners...)
  • someone massaging my temples
  • little sweet text messages...just because
  • silence
  • PSYCH on USA (funny ass show! For real!)

Not Feeling
  • Where the hell is Outkast! Cmon now! *sigh*
  • These occasional migraines
  • Uhm...is this real??
  • not meeting my  dating goals..oh well.
  • people who name drop..I dont care who you know. That doesnt impress me
  • great first dates...that dont materialize into anything
  • OR the fact that I wont sleep with you on date one..or two...you just cut off talking to me
  • why my right contact feels so weird
  • people who PRETEND to be in frats. WHY lord why? *smh* In this DAY and age!
  • feeling like a hypocrite over my love life at times.
  • being bored with my hair...I am THIS close to shaving my head
  • the  (ultimate) end of The Office
  • too much silence.
  • not being asked on a date in..................months.
  • the fact that my biological clock is angry at me with no sperm in sight (Well..not in sight of my ..well..you get the point..LMAO!)
  • the confusion in my heart.

Comments

  1. What's on the wedding CD? Nothing beats some great music. And I am with you on the hair piece. I wouldn't say I'm having second thoughts, but I had forgotten how much maintenance (and relaxer) short hair requires. Pass me them clippers when you're done!

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  2. @Hilary...Lots of good music...lots of neo soul cuts..classic joints (Anthony Hamilton/John Legend/E.Badu/Lauryn Hill). I had to burn like 50 extra copies for folks saying they wanted one for the house..the car..etc. LMAO! SO funny. It was hot in the streets for a minute.

    Yeah..my hair is a love/hate relationship. If I shave my head, I'll look sick. If I keep the locs, I'll look boring and ordinary (IMO). I dont care for perms. I like weaves but that is SUPER high maintanence..and I'm lazy. I dunnno

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  3. PSYCH is so damn funny! Love that show!

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  4. I've been trying to tell my homeboys that Big Boi dropped a good album. I used to love the Slippery When Wet album (attended a predominantly white school, at the time). Dead or Alive was my ish.

    Salmon Benedict? Explain. I love the taste of Salmon.

    I wonder when did brothers stop entertaining the idea of actually earning the woman and all that follows? So much better when a man and woman take their time. Sooo much better, if you ask me.

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  5. Salmon benedict is just like eggs benedict: served w/ smoked salmon on an english muffin w/ a poached egg and hollandaise sauce (usually with a touch of dill!) Heavenly if you ask me! I actually made it w/ some left over grilled salmon I had the other day. Talk about gooooooood!

    Yeah...re: men/women. No one wants to work for anything. The sense of entitlement runs rampant even in dating.

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  6. Oh, hell yeah, that appears to be the business. The sauce sounds like it is able to really bring out the flavor.

    I might need to try that.

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