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Feeling/Not Feeling


Feeling
  • Miss Universe is a sister from the motherland. She is Miss Angola Leila Lopes
  • Unapologetic for the standards I've set for myself
  • My Playa del Carmen Spring Break! It's already booked! YES MA"AM!!!
  • Very independent for traveling solo. I'm scared but.........oh well.
  • My baby cousins. They are so so funny and smart little ones
  • That "smart" will forever be sexy
  • Mickey D's has the best fast-food coffee.
  • Happy Hour with my Girls. (It's now my weekly "thing")
  • Truly happy for my ex that he's serious with someone else. Cause if I can be happy for him..maybe it'll rub off on me.
  • NARS SUPER Orgasm blush
  • Men who are still chivalrous
  • Free. Like a big weight has been lifted off of me since taking steps to better myself spiritually and physically.
Not Feeling
  • Like I have to compromise my morals to be loved. I won't do it.
  • This crazy class I have. It isn't what I signed up for. Not one iota. This semester blows
  • My look. I colored my hair (it's still not light enough). I'm so bored with  my look. I need something hot. Lashes, new brow shape/color, something....*sigh*
  • Like time is on my side. I would like some little ones of my own.
  • motivated to work out. I'm just not. *sigh*. Im eating right but I'm sluggish. I'm heading to the Dr to see what the deal is.
  • Like I know what direction I want to go into after this PhD
  • Like the more "education" I have...the less "desirable" I will be.
  • The fact that my father and I are just not two people who will ever get along. LOL
  • Like my mother keeps asking about guys that I know aren't interested. I think she wants grandkids. LOL.
  • That men want to be in love.
  • Or that guy that is meant to love me is out there. *shrug*
  • How Republicans hate Obama. It's utter disrespect I've never seen in my lifetime.
  • Beautiful. Nope...not at all.......*sigh*. I'm struggling right now.
  • Like I know how to "date" w/ my new commitment spiritually. It's kinda sad.
  • Like God hears my prayers all the time. Maybe The Creator isn't listening to me :(

Comments

  1. Our newest Miss Universe is truly a beautiful woman!!!

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  2. The chick on Project Runway name Anya is a former Miss Universe from Trinidad and Tobago she is GORG as well. I was so glad Miss Angola won I was cheering for her (the last 30 mins I watched LOL)

    Bravo and Congrats on your 1st solo vacy!

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  3. So happy for the new Miss Universe. Did you hear how Miss France was hating on her?

    Omg, i love the McCafe. Have you tried the hot caramel mocha? Mmmmm!!!

    Oh wow, good for Ty!

    I like the hair color! But i feel you about being ready for something new. Change is always fun.

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  4. I too believe smart is the ultimate sexy and Miss Angola is a very beautiful sista.

    If a woman compromises her standards then what good would it ever do, anyway? A man only treats a woman as she allows herself to be treated, I say.

    Again, good luck on your PhD studies.

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