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Feeling/Not Feeling: The Post Valentine's Day Edition


FEELING


  • that I am losing weight
  • that Valentine's Day is now a weekend.
  • At peace. All the chapters  in my life that need to be closed, after this weekend, will officially be closed.
  • Like this moment right now.........is maybe the happiest I've been and it havs VERY little to do w/ a new relationship. More like a renewed faith in myself
  • that my dissertation may come to me with much more eases
  • I  like wearing wigs now.
  • I am lazy with my makeup now. Its now just brows, mascara and sometimes lipstick. I only get jazzed on the weekends.
  • I am the same way w/ my clothes. It's leggings almost every weekend. *sigh*
  • BUT...I do like the ease of wigs.
  • I love my little side of ATL. 
  • I love Pinterest a little too much
  • Same goes for Greek Yogurt. I eat it everyday in some form or fashion.
  • Weight lifting.
  • Counting down to vacation with my beau
  • the ability to freeze your eggs
  • Brazilian Porn
  • The idea of a new stadium here in ATL
  • my new Keurig coffee maker. Best Xmas gift ever
  • like I am well overdue for some new hair color. I think March/April would be ideal..
  • ready to start this Weekend RIGHT NOW!
  • Harlem Shake Videos like this one
  • Alicia Keys/Maxwell "Fire We Make"
  • like some new, professional pics are well overdue...I need some.
  • braver by the minute.








NOT FEELING

  • how the weather is real schizo
  • This blog is not living up to its potential and I can only blame myself.
  • I'm losing weight...but obviously..the scale isn't moving so that is some crap! *smh*
  • That i still feel like I cant eat stuff. ugh tired of my stomach issues.
  • the process of finding a committee is too much about kissing ass than it is someone wanting you to succeed in the process.
  • No one responds back to emails anymore in a timely manner! Pisses me off
  • People wanting to me privy to your life........yet you haven't talked to them in a month of Sundays.
  • and folks you do talk to...violating trust. Not cool.
  • how I still am afraid to just fly......no holds barred.........in some many aspects of my life
  • I hate the idea of packing and moving..........
  • abrupt job transitions
  • people who wanna text you all random and out the blue. Boo..that chapter is closed.
  • Stilettos. Which is bad cause I have a blog about shoes. LOL.
  • I also am over shopping too. (See above)
  • my hair color..again...time to change it. 
  • the idea of cutting my locs off anymore. I will just deal.
  • my lack of closet space.
  • My Falcons didn't go to the Superbowl. Still hurts.
  • LilWayne is an asshat.
  • Football season is over.
  • How Chrissy gonna blast John Legend for not getting married yet? Boo...you are the nut for staying with this man for 7 years.
  • Speaking of weddings...I still don't feel like I should have another. I feel guilty about that. Like it's a waste of cash
  • Male strippers are STILL lame.
  • Kimye (blah)
  • where is the new Maxwell album?
  • None of the summer concert line ups.
  • like doing anything for my birthday..and I do something EVERY year.
  • Beyonce (double blah)
  • If I hear "Girl on Fire" one more time Imma burn my house down, Alicia Keys!
  • my indecisiveness
  • that I am not as "sexually liberated" as I thought I was. Oh well. LOL
  • The fact that I will be 34 is kinda scary. I am close to mid 30s!!!
  • and the fact that I don't have a kid is even sadder.
  • I realize that friends I did have..do have...arent really "friends" at all. Crazy. Cause I am truly no one's "best" friend.......
  • being at work..........cause I am ready to start THIS WEEKEND RIGHT NOW!

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