this post is brought to you in part by Ye's first single, "Can't Tell Me Nothing", off his 3rd album release entitled Graduation (can't wait!)...
I know I'm starting to sound like a broken record but that's b/c I don't think people are grasping, no like really comprehending what it is I'm saying! I am who I am EVERYDAY! I am the same person I was yesterday, today and tomorrow. Right or wrong...it is what it is! Sure...my moods may vary, my hair may grow, my intelligence may increase/decrease, my weight may fluctuate, my profile may be edited, my style may change, my last name may change, my outlook on life may change, my religion may even change...but in essence this is ME...take it or leave it.
Now what am I talking about eggzactly?
Okay way back in March, I posted a post entitled "Cold-blooded", I'll pause while you refresh your memory...moving on...@ the end of the post I stated that in the future, I would discuss how folk too sensitive these days.
Welcome to the future!
First of all may I just simply say, shet the fuck up, ERRBODY! Mufuckas always talking shit, like they so gotdamn perfect, my nigga, my nigga, my nigga PLEASE. We don't believe you...you need more people! If you don't like something, seriously...why are you here?! Did you know that you don't have to like anyone??? Its not a requirement, seriously. Its not dependent upon race, status, longevity...none of that. So here's the thing: Lately, well not really lately but lately its puzzled me, people are acting as though I'm acting. Like I've changed. No maybe you changed and thought I'd fall'n like Chingy...hmmm...silly you!
I like me. I like who I am. I'm content w/the core of Shanette. Whatever I say I mean it. Whatever I said I meant it. I have never been one to shy away from honesty in a relationship. I think its vital. However, I know everyone does not live by that philosophy and I accept that. BUT, and this is a BIG but, I do not accept talking shit just cus. I feel like "hey I'm an adult, you're an adult, if there is something you have an issue w/ re: me and its effecting you, then lets address it, discuss it, resolve it." Now I've heard I'm not the easiest person to talk to, and I disagree, but hey I'm not confronting myself, so it could be true. All I'm saying is this, how will I know there's an issue if its not addressed? Now lets say you think I don't care-well now you're slighting me, yet we're in a relationship/friendship/whatever ...is that fair? I surely don't think so. Now lets say you don't care-well why the fuck is it an issue then, hell?! Why does it slick come up? Why are there subtle references to me and the shit I do? Talk yo shit, but say it to my face...you know what I'm saying? I mean no like really do you? I'm just being all the way live. BTW-saying it to my face is NOT via text nor e-mail. Now I know, I know I don't like talking on the phone, blah and blah but in "serious" situations, come on nay, I'm not about to talk about no damn real shit thru a fucking text message, e-mail, post or anything else besides verbal or face-to-face. I mean wth?! That's whack. That's weak. That's kiddie. Man up or shet the fuck up!
...and this is why I don't love hoes...
These are general thoughts not directed @ a particular person, if it is/was I've either told them already or they aren't even relevant enuff to tell. So if you think its about you then it prolly is...I mean I'm just saying why would you have to think about it. Hell I know when a mufucka talkin bout me, b/c that mean its true whatev they saying. Now if the shit is a lie, then I ain't paying it no mind...I'm prolly laughin cus I think its bout the next bitch!
So that's all...I was just wondering when did people become so damn sensitive. Don't ask me shit then. Don't tell me shit. Don't even fucking talk to me period. IF. You can't handle my response. Esp. when you know what it is, like T.I.P. How I talk. Who I am. I mean why even put us through such strife. Go away errbody, shit! I don't need none of y'all-slick ass haters.
Jesus is my everything anyways.
Events are life-changing. Life-changing. Not personality-changing. People don't change people. Only God changes people. Like I don't expect mufuckas to change...I mean why, why set myself up for failure like that...that's just dumb. Unless its something they really want to do. But that's like in ref: to 1 thing, like Amerie, or 1 habit or 1 flaw or 1 vice-okay 2, maybe even 3...but that's still not yo whole self...YOU are set in stone homey...that's why I say "hey I am fanfreaking tabulos! Flaws and all baby!" Have you ever heard that really great line that Jay says on some song that I can't recall the name of @ the moment, think its on The Black Album ..."you was who you was fo' you got here." That's all I'm saying man...that's all...and if you have an issue w/that, seriously, I'm like Bey, you have the GREEN light...GO!!! I promise you, if you tryna save feelings...I will get over it...trust...big girls don't cry, like Fergie Ferg! Do what you gotta, for you. I understand, as I'm sure you do as well ; )
...and that's my rant/relate/release for the day!
ahhh...much better...don't you agree...
Aight...that's like 3 post in 1 day...I'm beat...so I'm thinking I won't be back until post-Essence...I will try to get in on the day to day wrap-ups but I doubt it...seriously man I'm a wild girl @ Essence...YIKES-CAUTION ; ) ooh wee! Hey hey, bitches!
So happy 4th. and all that shit.
POB!
~S. Parks
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Listen UP! (Make it HOTT)
Today's post is brought to you in part by the late, GREAT, Notorious B. I. G.!
Who misses him?! ME, ME, ME!!! Like a lot man! He's the truff!
So anywhos, I was listening to Big this morning on my way to 'the office', for some reason I like to be real G'ed up in the morning, that or real "Crazy" w/Gnarls! So listening to the Life After Death album Disc 2. Song: The World is Filled...so yeah man talk about reminisce. I swear I used to go hard on this Biggie man! Listen up! It still applies! I need to get my mind right! Getting too nice, you know. Too laxed. Letting too much slide. Gotta get back on my shit. Get my game tight. I swear I don't love these hoes. I mean I'm a realist. These fairy-tale, dreams, folk selling these days are whack and I can see straight thru em like glass, baybe! So move reght on around. You know...I mean really do you know??? The world is not a nice place...its Raw. Its uncut. Its brutal. Its dog eat dog. Shit Imma eat fo I get ate! So get ready bitches. I swear this summer is a real test of character man-haute & wet-summer-double-0-7! If I can make it thru this summer on top...I'm good. I'm good. I'm GREAT. Just wait! Excuse me was you saying something...unh uh...you can't tell me NOTHING!!! Esp. when I get my money right...ooh wee...bag back, bitches before I kiss yo ass goodnight (thanks BIG)!!!
So here are the lyrics (The World is Filled) in case you need a refresher:
"Make it hot" - Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 4X)
Verse One: Puff Daddy
Now first come the cash, then come the ass
Then come big blunts with big chunks of hash
When I score with a whore she be game for surePimp so hard, a nigga drag his mink on the floor
Won't you admit it?
I ain't gotta talk because I live it
Any chick fuckin with me, believe me that's a privelege
I won't be satisfied, till all my niggaz get it
See you hit it then I hit it, we get it back to split it
And Big be that nigga we be flyin through your hood
And hoodrats scopin with they eyes on my goods
See we date em like we hate em, see em like we don't need em
Treat em like we meet em, and never give up freedom
And we only give our number to selected few
And it's best that you, never knew, what good head'll do
Turn a freak to a bisexualand if she's flexible fuck the nigga next to you
"Make it hot" - Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 4X in the background)
The world is filled, with pimps and hoes
But we'll just talk about those I knows
The world is mine, can't you see
I'm just trying to be all I can be
Ohhahhoahh, yeah
Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G.
When the Remi's in the system, ain't no tellin
Will I fuck em will I diss em, that's what these hoes yellin
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all still chase on, I'll replace on, punks
Drunk off Dom, silk and gators
Spittin words makin birds till they flock see you later
Whether, drunk or high, skunk or thai
Nigga play against some playa shit, slugs gon fly
Ain't no lie, pimped out, the SSI
Nigga don't ask why, just respect it
She bought me the necklace, the bracelet
The Benz-o, she laced it
Crib-o, got it, interior decorated
Now my popularity grew, in each state
Now I got two in each state
Used to drink brew and eat steak
Now I pop bottles with models, larger steaks on large estates
"Make it hot" - Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 4X in background)
The world is filled, with pimps and hoes
But we'll just talk about those I knows
The world is mine, can't you see
I'm just trying to be all I can be
Ohhahhoahh, yeah
Verse Three: Too $hort
I had a whole lotta bitches in my lifetime
I been blessed with the game always say the right lines
Had a few prostitues and if you knew the truth
They're like pimps, you can't let em do it to you
She ain't no sucker, I know that bitch man
She wanna be a Pretty Woman lovin a rich man
Now here you come, drop top ridin
You ain't no pimp fake nigga stop lyin
Pussy makes money, stick to the business
Think about the real motherfuckers that live it
Street life, pimp shit, make the hoe respect the game
You bought her diamonds and cars, trick that's a shame
Say what you want, but I still figured
She left you cause you couldn't be, like them real niggaz
She was a hustler by nature, and you was just faker than the average symps, found a badder pimp
Too $hort
Crazy ass man
I never woulda bought that bitch all them cars and all that shit you bought that hoe man
After I heard about what the bitch did nigga, knew the hoe!
Man I'm thirty years old nigga
And that bitch was hoein when I was in 9th grades and shit
Think about that, she been around then right?
Shit... you just a rest haven for hoes man
Just the first nigga that came along when the bitch got out the pen
Bitch only fuckin witchu cause you had a good ass job, nigga nerd
Treat the bitch better than anybody ever treated her
Stupid ass nigga
She ain't nuttin but a hoe!
But you fell in love with her man!
You can't turn a hoe into a housewife fool
Everytime you turn your back that bitch is fuckin with dem gangstas
Eastside Westside these are my potnahs
Do that shit, you know what I'm talkin bout nigga
I tell you about some real pimps and hoes
Tell you about these pimps and these hoes man, yeah I know a few
Shit, beyotch!
WE'LL ALWAYS ♥ BIG POPPA!!!
Until we blog again...
POB!
~S. Parks
Who misses him?! ME, ME, ME!!! Like a lot man! He's the truff!
So anywhos, I was listening to Big this morning on my way to 'the office', for some reason I like to be real G'ed up in the morning, that or real "Crazy" w/Gnarls! So listening to the Life After Death album Disc 2. Song: The World is Filled...so yeah man talk about reminisce. I swear I used to go hard on this Biggie man! Listen up! It still applies! I need to get my mind right! Getting too nice, you know. Too laxed. Letting too much slide. Gotta get back on my shit. Get my game tight. I swear I don't love these hoes. I mean I'm a realist. These fairy-tale, dreams, folk selling these days are whack and I can see straight thru em like glass, baybe! So move reght on around. You know...I mean really do you know??? The world is not a nice place...its Raw. Its uncut. Its brutal. Its dog eat dog. Shit Imma eat fo I get ate! So get ready bitches. I swear this summer is a real test of character man-haute & wet-summer-double-0-7! If I can make it thru this summer on top...I'm good. I'm good. I'm GREAT. Just wait! Excuse me was you saying something...unh uh...you can't tell me NOTHING!!! Esp. when I get my money right...ooh wee...bag back, bitches before I kiss yo ass goodnight (thanks BIG)!!!
So here are the lyrics (The World is Filled) in case you need a refresher:
"Make it hot" - Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 4X)
Chorus- Carl Thoms
The world is filled, with pimps and hoes We'll just talk about those I knows The world is mine, can't you see I'm just trying to be all I can be Ohhahhoahh, yeah
Verse One: Puff Daddy
Now first come the cash, then come the ass
Then come big blunts with big chunks of hash
When I score with a whore she be game for surePimp so hard, a nigga drag his mink on the floor
Won't you admit it?
I ain't gotta talk because I live it
Any chick fuckin with me, believe me that's a privelege
I won't be satisfied, till all my niggaz get it
See you hit it then I hit it, we get it back to split it
And Big be that nigga we be flyin through your hood
And hoodrats scopin with they eyes on my goods
See we date em like we hate em, see em like we don't need em
Treat em like we meet em, and never give up freedom
And we only give our number to selected few
And it's best that you, never knew, what good head'll do
Turn a freak to a bisexualand if she's flexible fuck the nigga next to you
"Make it hot" - Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 4X in the background)
The world is filled, with pimps and hoes
But we'll just talk about those I knows
The world is mine, can't you see
I'm just trying to be all I can be
Ohhahhoahh, yeah
Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G.
When the Remi's in the system, ain't no tellin
Will I fuck em will I diss em, that's what these hoes yellin
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all still chase on, I'll replace on, punks
Drunk off Dom, silk and gators
Spittin words makin birds till they flock see you later
Whether, drunk or high, skunk or thai
Nigga play against some playa shit, slugs gon fly
Ain't no lie, pimped out, the SSI
Nigga don't ask why, just respect it
She bought me the necklace, the bracelet
The Benz-o, she laced it
Crib-o, got it, interior decorated
Now my popularity grew, in each state
Now I got two in each state
Used to drink brew and eat steak
Now I pop bottles with models, larger steaks on large estates
"Make it hot" - Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 4X in background)
The world is filled, with pimps and hoes
But we'll just talk about those I knows
The world is mine, can't you see
I'm just trying to be all I can be
Ohhahhoahh, yeah
Verse Three: Too $hort
I had a whole lotta bitches in my lifetime
I been blessed with the game always say the right lines
Had a few prostitues and if you knew the truth
They're like pimps, you can't let em do it to you
She ain't no sucker, I know that bitch man
She wanna be a Pretty Woman lovin a rich man
Now here you come, drop top ridin
You ain't no pimp fake nigga stop lyin
Pussy makes money, stick to the business
Think about the real motherfuckers that live it
Street life, pimp shit, make the hoe respect the game
You bought her diamonds and cars, trick that's a shame
Say what you want, but I still figured
She left you cause you couldn't be, like them real niggaz
She was a hustler by nature, and you was just faker than the average symps, found a badder pimp
Too $hort
Crazy ass man
I never woulda bought that bitch all them cars and all that shit you bought that hoe man
After I heard about what the bitch did nigga, knew the hoe!
Man I'm thirty years old nigga
And that bitch was hoein when I was in 9th grades and shit
Think about that, she been around then right?
Shit... you just a rest haven for hoes man
Just the first nigga that came along when the bitch got out the pen
Bitch only fuckin witchu cause you had a good ass job, nigga nerd
Treat the bitch better than anybody ever treated her
Stupid ass nigga
She ain't nuttin but a hoe!
But you fell in love with her man!
You can't turn a hoe into a housewife fool
Everytime you turn your back that bitch is fuckin with dem gangstas
Eastside Westside these are my potnahs
Do that shit, you know what I'm talkin bout nigga
I tell you about some real pimps and hoes
Tell you about these pimps and these hoes man, yeah I know a few
Shit, beyotch!
WE'LL ALWAYS ♥ BIG POPPA!!!
Until we blog again...
POB!
~S. Parks
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
The eX-factor!
I was really trying to deny myself this post but I just can't fight it! I really, kinda don't want to seem...seem...human...I guess.
Here goes...
Had a dream about the ex, about a week ago. Nothing too major or mind-blowing. Simple. Basically. I was in some foreign country...couldn't really see the other people that were around but there were people. I know I was in a foreign land b/c I could not understand anything that was being said. I was walking down the street...saw a familiar face but couldn't fig. who it was...turned around. Crossed the street. Tapped his shoulder. Guess who? Yep...him. I was delighted to see him (in the dream). We hugged and kissed. I liked it. We chatted. not sure what about. We exchanged numbers and said we'd keep in touch. Said our goodbyes. Hugged and kissed again. He scurried along. Nostalgia. Slowly walking the streets...thinking about Bilal's, "Reminisce".
That's all I can recall.
Hmmm. Now what does that mean??? Not sure.
I don't know how I feel about him. If someone was to ask me right now how I felt about him I would say "I don't feel anything w/a tad bit of an 'ugh' undertone."
So...here's the only thing I can come up w/its the Sex-factor. He was pretty awesome. Maybe even the best. The first. Well-balanced. Consistent. Overall 10. Easy. So yeah that could easily be the cause. B/c a couple posts ago I hadn't had sex, and I was going thru Step 2: Withdrawal rapidly approaching Step 3: Insanity, but that all came to end on Friday evening, but that's neither here nor there. So yeah...thinking that's the reason I've been so nostalgic these days. I don't miss him, I don't think. I miss the consistency, the goodness, the comfort, the contentment of being w/him on an intimate level. It was perfect. Seriously, it was. Rightfully so, every other aspect was the fool! Real Talk! We (look @ me...I've come so far) had issues!
Don't get me wrong. There was a time when he was ALL THAT-whatev that is...he was it! I was madly in love, not dangerously but a little mad...you know...crazy in love. I was def. crazy for that one...sheesh....nice come back S dot! He was not all a bad experience, however. He along w/the horrific break-up taught me a great deal about myself, men and relationships-mostly good teachings-not all but most. For that I'm happy I "knew" (I use that term loosely) him.
I will say this though if he could really get his self together as far as his issues w/his self he'd be a really GREAT man. No bullshit. Not my man. I don't relive the past. But he'd be a great man to someone. Hopefully he's working on that. I also hope I did my share in helping that process along-although someone else is reaping my toiling. I know that one day I will be reaping the benefits of someone's blood, sweat and tears. Thank you in advance-btw ; )
I do hope he is happy though. I wish that for all the ex-es. There aren't many so I don't have to hope too much...thank heavens. I surely hope his ass don't try and communicate w/me though. I do know that I don't want to be his friend, no thanks. He doesn't know how. He has ulterior motives and I don't have time for the bullshit.
So...there it is...the eX-factor. I guess someone you've shared apart or in this case all of yourself w/its hard to say that person just no longer exists in your world, mind, heart, spirit-just b/c you are no longer together in that capacity, or talk often, or even at all. There's still that one thing like Amerie...memories from experiences which ignited feelings...and those are FOREVER.
Just think your ex is someone's spouse...lol...how weird is that...very! True though, very true. But. That will never negate the memories you've created-the good. the bad. and the ugly!
That's enuff...back to thinking bout my current lil boo (whom I adore btw) and my boos to come...ooh wee Essence! Get Ready Bitches! I don't love these hoes, man!
Hope to see you there...so...until then...
POB!!!
~S. Parks
Here goes...
Had a dream about the ex, about a week ago. Nothing too major or mind-blowing. Simple. Basically. I was in some foreign country...couldn't really see the other people that were around but there were people. I know I was in a foreign land b/c I could not understand anything that was being said. I was walking down the street...saw a familiar face but couldn't fig. who it was...turned around. Crossed the street. Tapped his shoulder. Guess who? Yep...him. I was delighted to see him (in the dream). We hugged and kissed. I liked it. We chatted. not sure what about. We exchanged numbers and said we'd keep in touch. Said our goodbyes. Hugged and kissed again. He scurried along. Nostalgia. Slowly walking the streets...thinking about Bilal's, "Reminisce".
That's all I can recall.
Hmmm. Now what does that mean??? Not sure.
I don't know how I feel about him. If someone was to ask me right now how I felt about him I would say "I don't feel anything w/a tad bit of an 'ugh' undertone."
So...here's the only thing I can come up w/its the Sex-factor. He was pretty awesome. Maybe even the best. The first. Well-balanced. Consistent. Overall 10. Easy. So yeah that could easily be the cause. B/c a couple posts ago I hadn't had sex, and I was going thru Step 2: Withdrawal rapidly approaching Step 3: Insanity, but that all came to end on Friday evening, but that's neither here nor there. So yeah...thinking that's the reason I've been so nostalgic these days. I don't miss him, I don't think. I miss the consistency, the goodness, the comfort, the contentment of being w/him on an intimate level. It was perfect. Seriously, it was. Rightfully so, every other aspect was the fool! Real Talk! We (look @ me...I've come so far) had issues!
Side-note: As a result-I've been listening to that Van Hunt again (don't sleep on him btw-he's what it is!) That album really reminds me of the ruff times! Woo wee and was it RUFF baybE! GOTSDAMN! So here's his vid to help you better aquaint or remind yourselves of why he's da truff! http://http//www.youtube.com/watch?v=LjqtmfBeyjI&eurl=http%3A%2F%2Fclutchmagonline%2Ecom%2F
Don't get me wrong. There was a time when he was ALL THAT-whatev that is...he was it! I was madly in love, not dangerously but a little mad...you know...crazy in love. I was def. crazy for that one...sheesh....nice come back S dot! He was not all a bad experience, however. He along w/the horrific break-up taught me a great deal about myself, men and relationships-mostly good teachings-not all but most. For that I'm happy I "knew" (I use that term loosely) him.
I will say this though if he could really get his self together as far as his issues w/his self he'd be a really GREAT man. No bullshit. Not my man. I don't relive the past. But he'd be a great man to someone. Hopefully he's working on that. I also hope I did my share in helping that process along-although someone else is reaping my toiling. I know that one day I will be reaping the benefits of someone's blood, sweat and tears. Thank you in advance-btw ; )
I do hope he is happy though. I wish that for all the ex-es. There aren't many so I don't have to hope too much...thank heavens. I surely hope his ass don't try and communicate w/me though. I do know that I don't want to be his friend, no thanks. He doesn't know how. He has ulterior motives and I don't have time for the bullshit.
So...there it is...the eX-factor. I guess someone you've shared apart or in this case all of yourself w/its hard to say that person just no longer exists in your world, mind, heart, spirit-just b/c you are no longer together in that capacity, or talk often, or even at all. There's still that one thing like Amerie...memories from experiences which ignited feelings...and those are FOREVER.
Just think your ex is someone's spouse...lol...how weird is that...very! True though, very true. But. That will never negate the memories you've created-the good. the bad. and the ugly!
That's enuff...back to thinking bout my current lil boo (whom I adore btw) and my boos to come...ooh wee Essence! Get Ready Bitches! I don't love these hoes, man!
Hope to see you there...so...until then...
POB!!!
~S. Parks
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Every Woman...
Every Woman Should Have...
One love she can imagine going back to ...
and one who reminds her how far she has come.
Enough money within her control to move out and rent a place of her own ...
even if she never wants or needs to.
Something perfect to wear if the employer or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour.
A youth she's content to leave behind ...
and a past juicy enough that she's looking forward to retelling it in her old age.
The realization that she is actually going to have to have an old age
... and some money set aside to fund it.
A set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill ...
and a black lace bra.
One friend who always makes her laugh
... and one who lets her cry.
A good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family.
Eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems and a recipe for a meal that will make her guests feel honored.
A resume that is not even the slightest bit padded.
A feeling of control over her destiny.
A skin-care regimen, an exercise routine and a plan for dealing with those few other facets of life that don't get better after 30.
A solid start on a satisfying career, a satisfying relationship and all those other facets of life that do get better after 30.
Every woman should know:
How to fall in love without losing herself.
How she feels about having children.
How to quit a job, break up with a lover and confront a friend without ruining the friendship.
When to try harder and when to walk away.
How to have a good time at a party she'd never choose to attend.
How to ask for what she wants in a way that makes it most likely she'll get it.
That she can't change the length of her calves, the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents.
That her childhood may not have been perfect but it's over.
What she would and wouldn't do for love.
How to live alone, even if she doesn't like it.
Whom she can trust, whom she can't and why she shouldn't take it personally.
Where to go, be it to here best friend's kitchen table or a charming inn in the woods, when her soul needs soothing.
What she can and can't accomplish in a day, a month and a year.
and one who reminds her how far she has come.
Enough money within her control to move out and rent a place of her own ...
even if she never wants or needs to.
Something perfect to wear if the employer or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour.
A youth she's content to leave behind ...
and a past juicy enough that she's looking forward to retelling it in her old age.
The realization that she is actually going to have to have an old age
... and some money set aside to fund it.
A set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill ...
and a black lace bra.
One friend who always makes her laugh
... and one who lets her cry.
A good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family.
Eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems and a recipe for a meal that will make her guests feel honored.
A resume that is not even the slightest bit padded.
A feeling of control over her destiny.
A skin-care regimen, an exercise routine and a plan for dealing with those few other facets of life that don't get better after 30.
A solid start on a satisfying career, a satisfying relationship and all those other facets of life that do get better after 30.
Every woman should know:
How to fall in love without losing herself.
How she feels about having children.
How to quit a job, break up with a lover and confront a friend without ruining the friendship.
When to try harder and when to walk away.
How to have a good time at a party she'd never choose to attend.
How to ask for what she wants in a way that makes it most likely she'll get it.
That she can't change the length of her calves, the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents.
That her childhood may not have been perfect but it's over.
What she would and wouldn't do for love.
How to live alone, even if she doesn't like it.
Whom she can trust, whom she can't and why she shouldn't take it personally.
Where to go, be it to here best friend's kitchen table or a charming inn in the woods, when her soul needs soothing.
What she can and can't accomplish in a day, a month and a year.
~Author Unknown
A nice poem. Its been associated w/Dr. Maya Angelou for some reason, but she is not the author. I would like to know who is, though.
I am not yet a woman, but I am certainly working on it...give me 1.5 years and I'll have it together...for the most ; )
Good weekend. Good people.
~S. Parks
Friday, June 22, 2007
Step 2: Withdrawal
So...about 3 months ago I wrote a post entitled: "Hi my name is Shanette and I'm an addict..." Well this is kinda piggy-backing off that post...
I know I neglected Step 1, which is Deprivation, but that was b/c I did not even realize I had experienced Step 1 until I reached Step 2, which just happened to occur this morning.
Now in case you aren't a faithful reader of the The Life & Times of S dot Parks (I'm just a girl...in the world...) not only are you a loser (j/k'ing...not really though...you are a loser, but we understand) but you also might not be familiar with my addiction. Well, its the #2 evil of the world S E X (#1 is of course the: GREEN, baby, and no, not the kind you smoke!). The other day Moe described it as the DEVIL in the flesh, and DAMNIT! I concur. That shit is a beast!!! I wasn't even trying to tame it but gotsdamn not having it regularly as I have been in recent months is really driving me! No like seriously I got the shakes...okay maybe that's an exaggeration but that's how sincere I am.
Now I understand that I am a pretty horny person by nature. Not sure if that equates to being a very sexual person or even a nympho. I might just be addicted to the idea of sex...hmmm...naan its the ACT! I mean I don't have to...everyday...more like every other day. Actually I don't have sex alot. I'm better when I do though...Its like okay you know I told you I have issues w/sex, so sometimes I'll go like several months even a year of no sex, but oh when I start back I'm seriously like a damn rabbit, and my game is all off...b/c I'm anxious and tryna make up for lost time or some shit. So I'll be all unfocused and really tunnel-visioned....No good right? Right! So I'll either give it up again cold-turkey or try to re-gain control and pace myself like a "normal" person...whatever that means. But like seriously I've been grinding so tuff that my sex is life is dwindling...sux to be me huh...YUP! So I woke up this morning like literally in a panic-lol! No I'm serious *insert straight face*
I was like OMGosh, I can't recall the last time I had sex...its getting serious!!! EEK! HELP...Help me PLEASE! The next step is insanity...and I'm rapidly approaching! Then I will be a real certified B I T C H!! Then I'll die...come back...and just be regular...lol...sad I know...that's my life...sad...but I'm working (my whole entire life, besides all my #1s) on it! Give me a minute...Imma be SO on in 5 mo minutes...Iunno bout my sex life but my deck life will def be poppin! So haters keep hating-lol I just wanted to throw that in b/c I like that new song by Sister Jill Scott!
BTW-when I say off my game, or unfocused, or needing to pace myself...I'm not referring to my sex game-I'm not one to brag on such things as that but um yeah...nuff said. I'm actually referring to my state of mind, my grind, my hustle...might get a little off track when sex is involved...you know how that shit can make a nigga vision cloudy as the fuck!
(sighs) so...Iunno...Iun just know...Imma see what I can do though...b/c this right here...right now...on today is NOT what's hott...and we know that is conflicting w/my summer plans man! NO GOOD, NO GOOD @ all! Hopefully by Essence I'll be cool one way or the other, if not Imma be a beast @ Essence baybe...so GET READY BITCHES...I don't love these hoes!
Side note: Damn you "2nd chance" Damn YOU to HELL!!! GIT man! REAL talk!
Yeah and where is "JO" you're asking? Out of town...AGAIN...our schedules are rather conflicting this summer...I think I had a mini-break down right there...okay I'm back!
aight the sexpot is signing out...I need some coffee...the hell! I gots to maintain @ least 1 vice!
Good Friday. Good People.
~S. Parks
I know I neglected Step 1, which is Deprivation, but that was b/c I did not even realize I had experienced Step 1 until I reached Step 2, which just happened to occur this morning.
Now in case you aren't a faithful reader of the The Life & Times of S dot Parks (I'm just a girl...in the world...) not only are you a loser (j/k'ing...not really though...you are a loser, but we understand) but you also might not be familiar with my addiction. Well, its the #2 evil of the world S E X (#1 is of course the: GREEN, baby, and no, not the kind you smoke!). The other day Moe described it as the DEVIL in the flesh, and DAMNIT! I concur. That shit is a beast!!! I wasn't even trying to tame it but gotsdamn not having it regularly as I have been in recent months is really driving me! No like seriously I got the shakes...okay maybe that's an exaggeration but that's how sincere I am.
Now I understand that I am a pretty horny person by nature. Not sure if that equates to being a very sexual person or even a nympho. I might just be addicted to the idea of sex...hmmm...naan its the ACT! I mean I don't have to...everyday...more like every other day. Actually I don't have sex alot. I'm better when I do though...Its like okay you know I told you I have issues w/sex, so sometimes I'll go like several months even a year of no sex, but oh when I start back I'm seriously like a damn rabbit, and my game is all off...b/c I'm anxious and tryna make up for lost time or some shit. So I'll be all unfocused and really tunnel-visioned....No good right? Right! So I'll either give it up again cold-turkey or try to re-gain control and pace myself like a "normal" person...whatever that means. But like seriously I've been grinding so tuff that my sex is life is dwindling...sux to be me huh...YUP! So I woke up this morning like literally in a panic-lol! No I'm serious *insert straight face*
I was like OMGosh, I can't recall the last time I had sex...its getting serious!!! EEK! HELP...Help me PLEASE! The next step is insanity...and I'm rapidly approaching! Then I will be a real certified B I T C H!! Then I'll die...come back...and just be regular...lol...sad I know...that's my life...sad...but I'm working (my whole entire life, besides all my #1s) on it! Give me a minute...Imma be SO on in 5 mo minutes...Iunno bout my sex life but my deck life will def be poppin! So haters keep hating-lol I just wanted to throw that in b/c I like that new song by Sister Jill Scott!
BTW-when I say off my game, or unfocused, or needing to pace myself...I'm not referring to my sex game-I'm not one to brag on such things as that but um yeah...nuff said. I'm actually referring to my state of mind, my grind, my hustle...might get a little off track when sex is involved...you know how that shit can make a nigga vision cloudy as the fuck!
(sighs) so...Iunno...Iun just know...Imma see what I can do though...b/c this right here...right now...on today is NOT what's hott...and we know that is conflicting w/my summer plans man! NO GOOD, NO GOOD @ all! Hopefully by Essence I'll be cool one way or the other, if not Imma be a beast @ Essence baybe...so GET READY BITCHES...I don't love these hoes!
Side note: Damn you "2nd chance" Damn YOU to HELL!!! GIT man! REAL talk!
Yeah and where is "JO" you're asking? Out of town...AGAIN...our schedules are rather conflicting this summer...I think I had a mini-break down right there...okay I'm back!
aight the sexpot is signing out...I need some coffee...the hell! I gots to maintain @ least 1 vice!
Good Friday. Good People.
~S. Parks
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