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Feeling/Not Feeling: Random Friday





FEELING:

  • like a hopeless romantic
  • like buying a jumpsuit (random)
  • like watching some porn. cause my friend @ThePrissyMommy reminded me I haven't done a "Weekly Porn Review" in ages. But since I've made a personal vow to not watch any, I havent had any to review. Maybe that'll change.
  • like I need a hobby
  • that Frank Ocean is the bravest dude I know. and I LOVE him. 
  • D"angelo's Return
  • The BET awards wasn't so rachet this year which is good
  • ..Frankie Beverly and Maze got honored on the show which is nice.
  • deep down I know good, attractive men exist. I dont subscribe to male bashing for that reason. Sure..I get frustrated but bashing ain't my style.
  • I gotta get another tattoo
  • perhaps I need to "sell myself" and advertise all the qualities I have. Like a want ad.....for dating. (I am reading this book called The Surrendered Single and they suggest you "advertise" that you are single to friends, family, social networks, etc.. I am so shy...I don't know but hey.........I am single. I am available for dates and proper courting. LOL........*bats eyelashes*.)





NOT FEELING:

  • sharing how I am feeling with most of my friends. Deep inside, I just am exhausted. and quite honestly, I don't want to talk.
  • like a hopeless romantic. I feel like Charlotte:  "I've been dating since I was 16...where is he???"
  • wearing my heart on my sleeve like the true Aries I am...doesn't really help
  • Maxwell's concert was cancelled. I am sad. My summer is over basically.....
  • I miss my girls.
  • If you are anti-relationship...how can you give relationship advice??? I mean..................*blinks* whatever. I don't believe a word you have to say, patna!
  • I miss being loved and being in love. Oh I am loved.....but......anyway.....maybe guys..nevermind...
  • adored. And I KNOW and we know my thoughts on that. I'm worth the adoration
  • like a I have a good, platonic guy friend to bounce things off of. I seriously do not have one guy friend who hasn't tried me......(.well...except my gay boyfriends :)
  • most of the music that is out
  • like I have control.
  • like I'm not a real black person cause I've never been to Essence Fest and I wanna go
  • like heading back in the school groove..but it has to happen....*sigh*
  • like working out everyday, all day is working. I am tired. It's easier to be fat (LOL)
  • like I'm just a bother. I recall talking to some friends about something and they cut the convo short. Fine...*smh* LOL.
  • I deserve more than what has been presented to me. Seriously....
  • that I want a vacation yet have nowhere to go...and I am not going solo again
  • ..like i have no more tears left in my tear ducts. Seriously......
  •  like I need a reason to smile. I havent had a gut busting laugh or smiled super hard in a really long time. I want my smile back :)

Comments

  1. I am so proud of Frank Ocean. I love him for that!

    lol, well i hope i've inspired you to watch some porn and begin that series again. i used to enjoy that.

    i really love a good jumpsuit. i think they're flattering, particularly on an hour glass figure.

    Aww, i cant believe Maxwell's concert was cancelled. I hope they gave ya'all a rain check date?!

    I'm a hopeless romantic too. Ugh! lol

    Nah, i dont believe in genuinely platonic male/female friendships. I just dont trust those. lol

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    1. Yes I love Frank Ocean...so inspired by him to live an authentic life.
      I am not sure I am totally hour glass..but the jumpsuit I got today is a convertible cherry red one. We shall see how I look
      No rain checks on Maxwell..*sigh*
      And I do NOT trust a man w/ mad female friends. He either has fucked them..wants to fuck them...or SHE wants him and is biding her time.

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