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Feeling/Not Feeling

Feeling
  • SunDresses in the summer
  • my little cousin Shay...she makes me laugh
  • new baby smell
  • getting better with doing my own hair
  • Prop 8 being overturned
  • Ave Maria (I love that song)
  • outlet malls
  • the color yellow on my skin
  • the fact that I make Tacos at least twice a month (LOL)
  • My Current FB Status: If a wo/man wants to be with you, and they have a busy schedule, they will MAKE the time to be with you. Don't let that be an excuse. You won't be a "option", a "stop on the way home", you'll be priority..a welcomed destination. I just cant stand when I hear people use the excuse of "Well..they're just busy.that's why they dont come over/ask me out/call as much". If a person likes you, they MAKE the time
  • school starting in a few weeks
  • a fridge full of food..
  • Greek Salads (I can eat that everyday w/ a different kind of protein...)
  • baby names that I picked out....(but I might not get to use)
  • Steak and Shake Steakfranks..yummmmm!
  • Crystal Light on-the-go packs (Helps me drink more water!)
  • My Granny Annie-Ruth...I love her so much!



Not Feeling
  • "settling" for someone you could give a sh*t about.
  • strangers trying to add me on Facebook
  • being too poor to go to the hairstylist (LOL)
  • sporadic and strange text messages
  • men talking me to death..trading little messages..yet REFUSING to ask me out! WTF!
  • dudes trying to get a "to-go" plate from my house. Nigga this is not a take out!
  • that my right contact feels so weird in my eyeball *smh*
  • chicks going overboard w/ the eyelashes
  • People who wanna argue about MY FB status. What a dipshit! *smh*
  • feeling SO un-sexy these days....*sigh*
  • how the color white always attracts dirt
  • school starting in a few weeks....
  • people with a lack of black conciousness.
  • my biological clock ticking..and ticking.
  • a closet full of new lingerie and panties going to total waste.

Comments

  1. girl, i shake my head at myself everytime i pass over the "good" panties for the everyday ones. i'm perpetually saving them for a special time... one that hasn't come lately

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  2. I'm feeling sundresses as well. I wish it was all that my woman would wear during this time of the year. Besides her work uniform. *insert laughter*

    Fridge filled w/ food. Let the church say Amen.

    I feel you on the sporadic and strange text messages. *sigh*

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  3. Oooh, that yellow and white sundress is so pretty! I love Ave Maria too. If I'd had a formal wedding I always imagined walking down the aisle to that. Ehh well, didnt happen. lol

    Definitely not feeling the start of school, folks expecting to-go plates, and random folks on FB friending me. >:-\ Not cool.

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