Saturday, February 27, 2010

have a baby by me baby

so there's this guy..About two years ago, I had got this car when I was a freshmen in college. I hardly see my biological father but every now and then he'll take this guilt trip and feel the need to make an appearance in my life. So I was home for a break my first semester and dropped by his house(me and my lil sis are close despite my absent father)he told me about this tint place he knew to take my car to..
February 10,2010:
I'm riding with you boo", Vel said.
as I waited for the guy to put the tint on my car which was the longest two and a half hours of my life this guy proceeded to slowly trap me in his trance...I been hurt so much I had been on my solo dolo tip but ayyye it's 2010 why not switch it up?
anyways we hit it off I immediately felt a connection with him and feel like he is "the one" as I might also be carrying his seed smdh I been mad grouchy and tired I took some Tylenol PM last night and all but barfed everywhere I know my body and something is up this shit sucks because I can't sleep without the medicine :( hopefully I'll know for sure soon I bought this clue blue test and another brand just to be safe, it  says to take the test on the day I'm supposed to start you know lol shucks this sucks had to spill the beans......ahhh I feel better already omg I feel something moving in my stomach -_-

thoroughly felt

Monday, February 1, 2010

you better believe it,

Saturday, January 16, 2010


"Everyting negative - pressure, challenges - is all an opportunity for me to rise."
"The party?s just getting started. This is where the fun starts"
"I think people should just leave it the hell alone. Move on."
 "You just stay patient, that's all,"


anybody who really knows me will tell you I love quotes

not the regular cliche' nonsense, but the real deal. now that's love.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

"It is the most wonderful feeling in the world, knowing you are loved and wanted."
- Jayne Mansfield


Thursday, January 7, 2010


it's been so cold lately
well college for me starts in a week kinda getting super excited
I'm so over winter and ready for this sun again already, but I posted that short story because lately I've been tripping forgetting that everyday is a new day, and the person that makes me angry indeed controls me!
I vowed not to make any resolutions instead to just work on the things now!!!!!!!
Everyday is a blessing and I'm just thankful to be alive and well surrounded by positive people and enerygy!
Life is too bitter to be sweet!
and Nicki Minaj told me that!
Just wanted to update everyone! Thanks for following and I hope you enjoy my thoughts creatively as I enjoy yours!
Thanks for the follow back and even the love on my comments!!
I was not expecting that.
Thank you.

via Jhene Aiko.

Life is Fine
It was very cold that day, even though the sun was shining. Sarah woke up sooner than she had planned. The empty bottle of sleeping pills and Tequila stared her in the face as she opened her eyes. She tried to force herself back to sleep, but the vomit rising in her throat wouldn’t allow it. With all the blinds drawn in her tiny apartment it was impossible to tell what time of day it was. Sarah could care less. “I wonder if I just lay here on my back while I throw up…choke on my own vomit like Jimi Hendrix…maybe that’ll work,” Sarah thought to herself. She chuckled at how crude she could be and the vomit succeeded. The phone rang and she stumbled towards the bathroom. It had probably been ringing all morning. Probably her mother calling to say “Happy Birthday.”
October 16th, Sarah’s 27th birthday and the day she would have liked to be her death day. “I’ve still got time,” she figured. Sarah looked at the hair dryer and then the tub thinking how poetic it would be to be found that way; lifeless in a warm bubble bath. But it wasn’t “bad ass” enough for her. She always considered herself to be a “bad ass”, a real rebel without a  cause.
“Why would you give me such a boring name like, Sarah?” she asked her mother once when she was 16. She never thought Sarah was an edgy enough name for her. “Roxanne,” she said out loud as she stood and looked in the mirror, “I should have been a Roxanne.”
The phone rang again and this time she had a feeling it was him. The same “him” who the night before she’d caught having sex with her best friend. She couldn’t allow herself to answer the phone. She swore she would never be like her mother and let a man like her father run over her and ultimately ruin her entire existence. “They all leave eventually,” Sarah thought to her self the night before as she swallowed the poisons that were to end her so-called misery.  He had been the father she never wanted, but always needed. And she had given in to love, in which she always thought to be a lie.
The little piece of paper that would have been her last testimony to her family and friends was neatly folded at the end of her bed. Sarah couldn’t understand why her attempt had failed, “A fucking waste of paper,” she said to herself. She opened up the note:
To whom it may concern,
This will be the last time I cry; the last time I put my all into a lie.
I cant take the pain of a love lost…a love never had….the story of my life.
She laughed out loud. “What a fucking maniac I am!” As she looked down at her ring finger where the engagement ring he had given her had been, she wondered what she had done with it in her drunken state the night before. Her eyes began to tear. In her little apartment with vomit all over her bed spread on her 27th birthday, she was alone. She walked to the kitchen to grab a knife. “I’ve seen this in a movie once…it’s a sure thing,” she thought. Upon opening up the silverware drawer she saw that there were no clean knives. “FUCK!” she screamed. It wasn’t suppose to be this hard to kill yourself. If only she had gotten her firearm license like she had planned, she could have shot herself and went out in true “bad ass” fashion. She had planned on buying a gun, she had planned on getting a skull tattoo on her breast and she had planned on skydiving one day. But Sarah never got around to any of those things. Instead she lead a very safe life. Sarah was just a “Sarah” .Not quite the rebel she thought she was. And maybe that was the reason she was alive today.
As she lay on the cold kitchen floor she suddenly felt awake. She was alive. She was suppose to be dead today, but she was alive! Her doorbell rang. “Great,” she said. “Happy Birthday my love,” her mother sang, bursting through the door. “Well! It looks like you celebrated early huh?!”  Sarah ran to the toilet to dispose of what would be the last of her vomit. “My dear! Its 3pm! Open these blinds and lets get the day started!” Sarah wiped the throw up from her mouth and sat on the edge of her bed. “Looks like you’ve had a rough night,” her mother laughed. Sarah just looked at her and couldn’t help but smile. She paused for a moment to decide whether or not she’d tell her mom about all that had happened the night before. Perhaps she’d show her the suicide note, or explain what she had been through the previous night. But instead, she smiled and didn’t say a word.
She stood up to open the blinds as her mother had ordered. Sarah listened as her mother talked loudly about something Sarah was obviously not paying attention to. As she looked out the window she realized, even though it was cold that day…the sun was shining and her life was just fine.