"We're in a Sex & the City World and you're Prudish"
On Monday night a guy friend of mine told me that statement so directly and so true..."we're in a sex & the city world and you're so prudish"....meaning...you don't drop it like it's hot. I mean it's cool and all that you meet nice guys and they want to take you out and stuff but after a couple of weeks they see you're
tworkin' it (
dictionary - tworkin' it - bluntly, fucking) then they aren't in to you like! That's right if you aren't dropping ya draws then he's just not into you like that....I have finally learned that the hard way. So what's wrong with me being prudish, what's wrong with me not wanting to have meaningless sex with random-ass men? So what if I have inhibitions? Why can't I have morals? Am I the only 23 y/o with some type of values? Is it wrong for me to want til I'm married to have children? Is it wrong for me not to want to be someone's babymomma but to want to be their wife (in the literal terms)? Is it wrong because I wait longer than a month to give up my goodies? I mean I've been there I've done that and now I'd like to think that I'm down to earth and that I have reached potential! I don't want to do that anymore so is that wrong that I actually grew up and no one else did?
Why am I a 'Good Girl'?
Listening to: Usher "You Make Me Wanna"
This is the question I asked myself, 'why am I a good girl?'....So what the hell do I mean by that? I met a really nice guy the other day and we spoke on the phone a couple of times ... I was interested in him...but he's kind of dating someone...they've been dating for a while but they aren't in a relationship just dating...but out of respect for her I backed off like a 'good girl'. If this was about 3 or 4 years ago I wouldn't have given a fuck about her I would have went at him hard! But I've essentially developed a conscious...when he told me that he has been dating this one girl for a little while now I decided that in order to make sure that no bad karma comes to me...I should just back off and let them do them. I did ask him some important questions..."if you have been dating this person for almost a year and she's not your girlfriend but you feel some sort of way about her why are you still getting telephone numbers from other girls?" His answer, "because his boys said not to get caught" ... why do dudes always do that? They always tell their boys don't get caught up when the guy actually likes the girl and then you have the problem of him fucking up his situation cause of his boys. Well, basically, I told dude not to listen to his friends and to follow his heart, that is was great meeting him and pretty sure he is a very nice person, I just can't be his friend because I'm interested in him for real! With that said...I erased his telephone out of my phone book and got mad at myself...why? Because I'm a 'good girl' and I passed up something I wanted in order not to hurt someone's feelings!
Ok...so I'm It!!!!!
Thanks to my cousin I now have to answer some personal questions so here goes!
Four jobs I've had:
1. DYFS - yeah I said I work for the Social Services Department of the State of New Jersey, WHAT? WHO WANT IT?
2. KidsPeace - did psychological evaluations on new foster parents...isn't that crazy...letting a crazy person evaluate other people
3. looking cute and letting people pay for things...shit that's a job...I had to always have my hair and nails done to look like something...I mean I'd rahter be considered high maintenance...cause who wants to be considered low maintenance or no maintenance at all that means you ain't shit!
4. Fundraiser - for Univ. of Florida...yeah like they need more money..but I did raise approx. $5k for them
Four movies I could watch over and over:
1. Clueless...I mean ... I really wanted to be Stacy Dash's character in high school
2. He Got Game...I love Ray Allen
3. Willy Wonka...both new and old
4. and a new one so far...Memoirs of a Geisha
Four places I have lived:
1.Roselle, NJ (it's a small ass town but we gangsta as hell!!!! Come there talking the wrong stuff and you might get hurt!!)
2. Gainesville, FL...if you have never seen the ghetto of the south don't start!
3. Nassau, New Providence, the Bahamas...My grandfather was the minister of finance at one point and my father lives there so every summer I lived there
4. Elizabeth, NJ before I moved to Roselle...elementary school! What you know about live in Magnolia projects going to school #1? You ain't hard til you live in the Port like me...research E-port Posse then holla at the kid!
Four TV shows I Love:
1. Project Runway
2. Who's Wedding is it Anyway?
3. Dancing with the Stars
4. Law & Order (any one of them)
Four places I've been on vacation:
1. Does the Bahamas count? I mean I lived there but I was on vacation!
2. Jamacia...(shottas, shottas, shottas!!!!!!)
3. All Over FLA (Florida Shawty)
4. San Diego...it's was hot but the ocean was cold as hell! Someone said to me, "how the hell you go to California and not go in the ocean?" cause that shit is freezing! Plus I'm too cute for the beach i don't like sand or sea water...fish and people piss in the water who wants to swim in piss water...that's why I don't fuck with pools either...ok in reality I go to the beach or pool to look cute but let a nigga push me in there...man there may be a gun fight afterwards!
Four favorite foods:
1. Nana's Black Eye Peas
2. Any type of seafood!
3. Peaches' desserts
4. gourmet fast food...not McDonalds but like Chipolte
Four places I'd rather be right now:
1. Nassau
2. Anguilla
3. South of Greece
4. My bed!!!!!!!
Four Web sites I visit daily:
1. facebook
2. Commerce Bank Online
3. Rutgers.edu
4. blogger.com
Four bloggers who are now IT!
1. Sheezy (the funniest!!)
2. Diana (probably the best ever)
3. Walter (kind of predictable but still good to read)
4. Marchello....(I really think Marchello's would be so off the chain!!!!)
"One Monkey Don't Stop the Show"
My first day of my spring semester started yesterday....I am now once again a boring graduate student! Being a grad student isn't that boring though, because professors believe you're the cream of the crop that applied so you can basically say and do whatever you want. Especially when your concentration is something so caring like Social Work. So here is what happened...I like taking breaking in between my 3 hour classes, shit who wouldn't right? (side bar - there are those who are true geeks and they don't like it...well more power to you but I'm a slacker geek)...(dictionary - slacker geek - n - someone who is a geek but is a slacker at the same time so they come off as cool but really they are geeks!) Anyway, the professor asked who wanted to take a break after 2 1/2 hours of class and I raised my hand immediately. Plus there are two sections of my course my section has about 20 people in it while the other section has about 30, well I wanted to take a break to go and buy my book since I have homework due next week ALL DAMN READY! But the entire class looked at me like I was stupid and one person, the 'spokesperson' said they didn't want to take a break as a class. I said ok and proceeded to get up get my wallet and walk out of class...the everyone was like where are you going...and I turned to the professor and said I was going to buy my book and that, "ONE MONKEY DON'T STOP THE SHOW!" go ahead keep class going but me... I'm going to get my book I'll be right back. And I was I was only gone for like 5 minutes...didn't miss shit..and still fell back in line..by answering a question as soon as I walked in the door! Now what? Slacker Geek on the rise! But for real why in society do we have to feel all cohesive as if because I want to take a break the whole class has to stop...who the hell am I? I don't run your lives and if I do I feel sorry for them!
Ps. About the 37 y/o he's cool...I cooked him dinner last night...Sausage, sweet peppers, hot peppers (one time for the Caribeans), onions, and tomatoes...it was cool...fell asleep on the couch with him then I went home...everything is going great...according to plan so far...oh what is my plan? Smooth and slow...just to see where it's going!
It's Official...
It's Official...I'm a year older...that's right I'm older than last year... Normally I have a really big bash and all but this year it was different...I didn't mind if people couldn't make it I understood. For the first time in my life my Birthday WASN'T THAT SPECIAL TO ME! Why? Well, I think I have finally realized that every year I'm going to get older. And yes, I understand that it's a special day and I should celebrate but why should I drag everyone else into debt by making them celebrate with me? So I had a small dinner at Benihana (small because of the snow) and then I went home all saked up (drunk). But in all it was cool and I thoroughly enjoyed myself! Couldn't have done anything better!
Ps. It's Also Official people...I like a 37 year old man! That's it and I said it! Now what? He's nice...really nice and funny and we have fun together... Most of the time we watch tv or we'll go out for drinks...He cooked me dinner a couple of nights in a row. Well...I just wanted to say that...I haven't pondered a future with him or anything...I'm am just going with the flow to see what happens next that's all. So just like you want to know what's up ... so do I...but you know I'll keep you posted! (wink, wink)
He's Old Enough to be your FATHER!!!
So my Birthday is coming up ... (
sidebar-why do people always capitalize the word birthday when they are talking about theirs' ... as if their birthday is more important than someone else's?)... so it's coming and I'm getting older...not that damn older but old enough to say, "you're how old...lil nicca get out of my face" but still not that damn old. And I had a troubling situation...a 37 year old man tried to get at me recently. (
dictionary - get at me - v. - the processing of talking to someone in hopes of gaining their telephone number) Anyway, it worked...I know I know like the title says he's old enough to be my father...but what does that say about our culture today when a 37 year old man is old enough to have a 23 year old daughter? And what is really wrong with a 37 year old man...he's not on geriactrics...he has all his teeth, good benefits, good job, nice house, emotionally stable...I mean really now that you think about it what is truly wrong with a 37 year old man? So after two nights of contemplating the situation and realizing that not that many guys over the age of 21 (
side bar- I'm 2 years older than a 21 year old, 7 years older if we're only talking mentally) try to get at me anyway...So...So what if he's old enough to be my damn daddy! Shit my real daddy is old enough to be his daddy! (
side bar - my dad is 66...one time for the young and sexies (20 - somethings) with the old ass parents!) So I'm going to go out on a limb and will actually try and date
Father Time!
ps. My 39 year old cousin told me something important the other day..."once you pass the age of 26 a 15 year age gap doesn't mean a damn thing"...
I Lost My Pocketbook on the Turnpike!!!
That's right...I lost my pocketbook on the turnpike...so I guess I have to start from the beginning...My friend Tee and I went to this lounge in central Jersey....we were partying there...Drunk as hell by the time we left. When we got there we had to stand on line...which by the wya we have never done in Jersey...EVER! I have never stood on line in Jersey! But I digress! We get in and all of a sudden Tee meets this guy right away and he pays for everything, when I say everything he pays for all of our drinks for the rest of the night. I saw an old co-worker and he paid for my drinks for the rest of the night as well. So needless to say we over drunk what we should have had in the first place. At the end of night...we leave cause this 40 y/o dude was following us trying to holla at one of us it didn't matter who cause neither one of us was interested. We leave the lounge get in the car and laugh the whole way to the turnpike about how people just paid for everything, I pay the toll and keep it moving. We have pee so bad so we're racing home. We get to the crib and guess what my bag is missing. I start to loose it...I'm calling the lounge cancelling credit cards...etc..then we drive back to the lounge they don't have the bag...we go back thru the turnpike toll and Tee goes...didn't you open the door to pay the toll cause your arms are too short? That's right I'm officially too short to pay the turnpike toll so I have to open the door to reach the turnpike worker! But her comment made me think what if it fell out then? So we back up across 6 lanes of traffic looking for my bag. Then I get out and run down the the turnpike to the little turnpike office...The officer inside called a couple of the turnpike workers one guy found it! Nothing missing, nothing broken...needless to say I now know I need EZ-Pass!
