More To Come...

Hey whats up fam...I know I promised to tell details about my trip...In due time I will, its just that I partied a little too much back home and this is all that I've been doing since I got back...




Kicked off the heels...



And took my black ass to sleep...

Well fam, sometime in the near future, I will be back on my game...Until then I'm gonna finish this coontini, and crawl my ass into bed once again...Oh and the couch that ya see me passed out on most of the time is in fact in our bedroom...Only a good 10 feet away from the bed, which should let you know how badly I'm usually intoxicated...Can't even walk my ass 10 feet to the bed...HOLLA FAM!!!

A Day In The Life Of...

That chick that goes by the name of T.

Lets see, wake up at some random time in the early morning because for some strange reason my body doesn't believe in sleeping in without force. Try to make it to the bathroom without accidentally killing myself from falling over shoes or tools that the BF decided to what seems like to me purposely place in my blurry walking path. Take care of the business in the bathroom, crawl back into bed, push the mans back to his side, try to fall back asleep, but soon realize that the music that was once relaxing is now annoying as fuck. Ugghh!! The music's off and whoop whoop mission accomplished, back in my slumber.

Ten O'Clock in the A.M. alarm goes off, I pretend not to hear it but am forced to face reality when HE wants me to thank him for the nice gesture of turning that shit off by doing the morning mambo. Oh No Sir! Time to get ready for work, three hours to be exact...

One O'Clock in the afternoon, on my way to work. I'm blasting something motivational to change every intent that I have to turn the car around cause I'm in my fuckitall mood. Half hour later I step foot into Hell. Don't get me wrong I love my job, but work in general leaves a sour taste in my mouth. I say my hello's to everyone, head to the office only to find that 90% of the staff called in. Great, Just Fucking Great!!! There goes my day of not doing shit. Making orders, doing dishes, handling lame ass customer complaints, listening to nonstop whining, blah, blah, blah...

Time flies and the celebration begins, I can now go home. Ten O'Clock P.M., makes a mad dash for the door running back style, drives off doing 90 out the parking lot, get home only to find something romantic that the man has/is doing. Well no good deed goes unrewarded... Time flies, and now its time for bed. Try to fall back asleep, but soon realize that the silence that was once relaxing is now annoying as fuck. Ugghh!! Turns the music on. Music's on and whoop whoop mission accomplished, fuck counting sheep, I'd rather count money. This is the daily process, now there are the rare occasions in which I eat, talk to the fam, watch t.v., you know things that a normal person would do, but nothing about my life is normal. Just add insane parties that quickly turns into orgies(Thats when a bitch bounces) on the weekends and you got yourself a certified business woman.

Mothers Day...Oh The Horror

This is the first year that I am NOT pulling out my hair trying to figure out what fabulous gift to get the LADY that gave me life. Oh no not this year, I'm too cool for that...


Every year about this time I ask the simple question, "so what do you want for Mothers Day", and every year I gets the same answer, "Oh whatever YOU want to get me is fine..."

Damnit, I don't know thats why I asked!!! *Of course I didn't say this to her because I'm pretty sure that she would have invented some kind of way to MURDER me through the phone. The headlines WOULD be evoking and that shit would SELL like free ass, and she'd have the nerve to catch a damn attitude when I ask to borrow a DOLLA...*

I mean really what are you ACTUALLY suppose to give a mother, a thank- you card? Thats just tacky and wrong on so many levels, I found this out the hard way...

So last year, I got her a gift certificate to the best damn spa in A-town, Louisiana, which was a bad call. About a month after Mothers Day, we had THIS convo...

Moi- Did you check out that spa yet?
The Moms- No, don't really have time.
Moi- What do you mean you don't have time, you have nothing but time
The Moms- Well I just don't like having random people feeling me up
Moi- What? This coming from the lady who has an obsession with strippers(male). I would have gotten you one, but I'm almost certain you're hubby wouldn't appreciate the gesture.
The Moms- *Laughing* I know right, I don't know baby, spa's just ain't my thing
Moi- Sorry...I promise to get ya something that you'll enjoy next year...

This year after constant nagging, and a few threats to get her that stripper, I finally got her to tell me exactly what she wants. I know my wallet will thank me for it later...




So... I got THE MOMS a ROLEX (2500.00 isn't cheap by the way AMAZON), and SIX, count em up, SIX bottles of LE' GREY GOOSE. She loves that shit, apparently she's having a cocktail party of some sort and needs all that damn liquor. Cocktail party my ass, she just wants to get loose off the goose, well at least she can show off her roley while doing it...


Ahhh, I need a drink.

Back On Track....Party On Baby

So....now that my soul is safely tucked back in, lets party. J/K, but seriously I just want to say thanks to all my friends and loved ones for the uplifting emails and texts. I'm doing 100% percent better now, and this wouldn't have been possible without your love and support. Thanks A Million

Wonder Woman Is Burned Out

She was born on December 30, 1986 at the exact time of 10:06 a.m.. The mother was so proud of her beautiful little black angel of 8 pounds 6 ounces, she decided to give her the name of a beautiful maiden. Her father, no where in sight, so on that day, at that exact moment, she decided that he wasn't needed, for she would be her all in all. Her childhood was average so to speak. She had everything she needed, and most of her wants. Her mother was there when the cuts and bruises of life began to take a toll on her spirit, and would say something so simple as "I Love You" to ease the burden of this cruel world.

For the first time I'm my life, last night, exact time unknown, I felt hopeless. The only thing that kept me from giving up, was the thought of my mother. Her strength, my strength, her teachings, my wisdom, her pain, my pain, her love, my heart, her prayers, MY LIFE! To be honest I really don't know what caused me to break down, I was watching a documentary with my BETTER HALF, and tears just began to roll down my face like a leaky faucet. All of these emotions just tumbled down upon me at once "Why did you do this, didn't do that, when, what, who, where, and why". For hours upon hours I evaluated my past and present situation, and it seemed that no matter how much I tried to just push these emotions aside like I normally do, my inner-being wasn't having it. This time I had to face the reality that I am filled, but yet starving, warm, but baby it's cold outside, together, but it always seems like something is missing. I had to face the fact that I may never be able to love a man completely because of being molested as a child. This man took something from me that damn well didn't belong to him, and now because of it I have trust and faith issues so my relationships are rocky from the start. I had to face the fact that the miscarriage wasn't my fault, it just wasn't our time. I had to face the fact that, this is not what I want to be doing for the rest of my life, a change is needed. I had to face the fact that it's OKAY to take a five minute break, from the pursuit of my happiness and etc...

I called my mother early this morning, after I assured(lied, which she knew (mothers instinct)) her that everything was okay, we had a pretty uplifting chat. She knew that I wasn't strong enough, so she doubled her strength. She knew that my faith was just about diminished, so she prayed for us both. She knew that, I just didn't know what to do, so she gave me suggestions. You know, words can't express how much I love and need her, Mr. Wright did all that he possibly could for me in that situation(poor baby), but I know that it was truly my mother who shined the light.