February 2011
17 posts
Inspire Me. →
Yesterday, one of my readers asked me a question that I seem to get a lot. I’m often asked if all the things I write about are from personal experience. If that were the case, then I’d be a broke…
January 2011
13 posts
He's just not that into you.
“He just can’t handle a real woman like you.” “She doesn’t know what she wants.” “He just doesnt have time for a relationship.” “She has comittment issues.”
Excuses, excuses, excuses. I hate to break it to you Sweetie, but all of those excuses mean the same thing. S/He’s just not that into you. I promise!!! So ladies and...
“The shit you hear about me could be true. Then again, they could be as fake as...”
NTS →
I believe the prettiest girls are the happy ones.
Note to self: Hello, Beautiful
*Cue Keri Hilson*
Untitled.
“And if someone asks me if she’s my girlfriend. I’ll say no. She is my musician, and I’m her favorite song.” — Rudy Francisco.
What’s the difference between girl friend and girlfriend? According to a lot of men I know, nothing. According to a lot of women I know, everything.
Not to say that there’s anything wrong with either title, (or non title) but as I’ve gotten older I’ve noticed more...
She said. →
Everything I needed to hear. Today’s post is inspired by 2 women: one of them a stranger, the other my very best friend. I realize how powerful words are, not when I’m writing but when I’m reading….
An Open Letter....
((This letter is for her. And you, even him, but especially YOU. Men don’t understand that it’s always a competition.))
To All The Girls He’s Loved Before,
I see you.
I see you texting him when he’s sitting next to me. I see the way you make his face change when he sees your name. Sometimes he gets angry, sometimes he gets annoyed, and sometimes he laughs at your stupidity. But I see you. ...
“You see, I loved so much it hurt. And it hurt so much that I decided to love...”
– http://raaachem.com/2011/01/14/i-have-a-dream/
Moving In.
You know, she used to wake up and wonder about the day’s happenings. What she was gonna wear, how she was gonna survive, and what she was gonna do. Now, she wakes up and wonders what you’re doing. She used to text me all the stupid shit that happens to her, like walking into a glass door or trippin’ in front of a cute guy. And she still does, but now I see your number on that text...
Wordplay.
Let me give you a piece of my mind. Because I won’t let you steal a piece of my.. Peace, sanity or happiness. Because if I allow you a piece of mine It fucks with my peace of mind And I’m off balance.
But I keep tryna get mine right. In my attempt to get my mind right I do mine…. Write.
And maybe if I write my life right, It’ll play out and right my life, right? Or maybe these motions are...
I think...
I finally figured out how to import my wordpress posts onto tumblr. I THINK. I hope this works.
Fuck What You Heard. →