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Feeling/Not Feeling

Feeling
  • The weather is changing..so I'm feeling warm, inviting, sexy, alluring..maybe even a little "daring"
  • Like we skipped fall and are going straight into winter. Wow.........*burrr*
  • Cold sheets. I like my sheets ice cold, then gradually warming up.
  • Down comforters
  • Maxwell albums never, EVER get old for me
  • Argyle tights. Patterened tights in general
  • Iphone 4s
  • Winter skin exfoliating
  • That my feet are covered and I can save on the pedicures.
  • This is prob my fav Monica song of all time.............
  • I like Drake. Sue me! *shrug*
  • I'm gorgeous. I mean absolutely stunning. And it's not my problem if other people don't see it. *shrug*




Not Feeling
  • That despite this weather changing, there really is no one to share that with...except my boyfriend TiVo (LOL)
  • That this is me most weekends...
(that's cocoa in my mug...LOL)
  • That there is no point to my cell phone. I dont even get that many texts. People don't call.  Yet I want an Iphone 4s? I might as well go back to the days of the flip phone.
  • Remaking The Best Man? UGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! *thumbs down*
  • Seasonal Affect Disorder.........Not cool :(
  • I'm all boobs and big hair. I'm so Southern that way :( *smh*
  • I dont like Jay Z...SUE ME! *shrug*
  • Still can't rock a super high heel........*sigh*, My ankle does this weird pop and spasm
  • People are too caught up in their own fucking feelings, yo. For real. You salty over what?? *smh* Get over yourelf
  • That apparently you're a "lesbian" if you're celibate. Interesting............
  • Like I have a "mentor": Someone a little older than me that is where I wanna be: Marriage, Career, Family..... Gotta search
  • This blog is dying a slow death.......(LOL) I wanna pull the plug EVERY day...but something tells me not to.
  • I'm gorgeous. I mean absolutely stunning. And THE PROBLEM IS if other people don't see it. *shrug*

Comments

  1. AMEN to Maxwell's cds NEVER getting old I am such a groupie/STAN for that man!!!!!

    Yes, you are gorg and take great pics

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  2. "That my feet are covered and I can save on the pedicures." THANK YOU!!!! Ditto. lol

    I like Drake too. I mean, he gets a LOT of airplay here in NYC (and I mean a lot... probably too much), but when Im not sick of it I do enjoy his music.

    I liked Best Man soooo much. Im scared that Im going to be disappointed. Sigh. Im excited about it BUT a little leery. We'll see.

    I feel the same way about my PrissyMommy blog. So over it. But afraid to let it go. Style Me Prissy is my new baby. But I think that's pretty obvious, from how I neglect the others (lol).

    Girl you are gorgeous. Who can't see that?!! *looking around confused*

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  3. Love these...especially the last one:-)

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  4. Co-sign Monica, Maxwell and even Drake's music. I don't understand why people fail to appreciate some really solid music being delivered by each of their artists.

    I like cold sheets that gradually warm as well. Not really into a cold weather mode, as of yet.

    I become rejuvenated through blog breaks. I love writing, but blogging is different.

    Love how you listed the last bullet, twice. You are an absolute doll, when you want to be.

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  6. Ok so I absolutely love you blog :) just came across it today & I've spent the last 3 hours reading... So I'm really not ready for it to die. Great work.

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