Posing nude apparently.
What a sexy picture.
8.09.2008
I got shot last night...
With a popped champaign bottle cork-screw. (I approached the dude and enrouraged him to apologize).
That was the lowlight of my night.
Late in the game (10:30) my homegirl calls me and is like, do you want to come out? I was ambivalent. Not too tired, so I was like what the hell.
Her good guy friend was in town with like 6 other dudes to celebrate a bachelor party. She had been the only chic...didn't want to be alone.
So I get dolled and roll out. I haven't been out in a while and I understand why I don't fancy the club scene.
1) I got shot. Yes, SHOT. With a popped champaign bottle cork-screw. (I approached the dude and encouraged him to apologize)
2) I was probably on the older side. 27....I prefer to be amongst the youngest in an establishment
3) The DJ lied. He said Jermaine Dupri n' Da Brat were there. I read early this week that Da Brat is in the slammer. I'd think Magic City would be the first place she goes to upon release.
4) I love dancing, but these lil' hos be on the dance floor and allow dudes to simulate sexual moves. Not a cute look. I felt like a mother wanting to school these young chics.
5) The group of dudes we were hanging out with got ridiculously drunk. Me no likey drunk men.
That was the lowlight of my night.
Late in the game (10:30) my homegirl calls me and is like, do you want to come out? I was ambivalent. Not too tired, so I was like what the hell.
Her good guy friend was in town with like 6 other dudes to celebrate a bachelor party. She had been the only chic...didn't want to be alone.
So I get dolled and roll out. I haven't been out in a while and I understand why I don't fancy the club scene.
1) I got shot. Yes, SHOT. With a popped champaign bottle cork-screw. (I approached the dude and encouraged him to apologize)
2) I was probably on the older side. 27....I prefer to be amongst the youngest in an establishment
3) The DJ lied. He said Jermaine Dupri n' Da Brat were there. I read early this week that Da Brat is in the slammer. I'd think Magic City would be the first place she goes to upon release.
4) I love dancing, but these lil' hos be on the dance floor and allow dudes to simulate sexual moves. Not a cute look. I felt like a mother wanting to school these young chics.
5) The group of dudes we were hanging out with got ridiculously drunk. Me no likey drunk men.
R.I.P. Bernie Mac
Say it ain't so. Bernie Mac Dies at 50, the Chicago Sun-Times is confirming.
Hopefully this is just another rumor.
Update: Not even an hour later, the link is no longer valid damn News networks need to perform due diligence before breaking stories.
Update #2: CNN and Fox are now reporting it.
Hopefully this is just another rumor.
Update: Not even an hour later, the link is no longer valid damn News networks need to perform due diligence before breaking stories.
Update #2: CNN and Fox are now reporting it.
8.08.2008
Blog Flavor of the Week:
What Men Think.
This should probably read, what men in LA think. But nonetheless, the author has some pretty controversial thoughts that he puts on display. Some of his recent blog topics:
Modern Dating Etiquette?
It is time for The SLUT Quiz!
Racist Dating
What men think about casual sex.
What men think of BBW (Big Beautiful Women).
What Men think About Lashes, Lenses and Breasts.
This should probably read, what men in LA think. But nonetheless, the author has some pretty controversial thoughts that he puts on display. Some of his recent blog topics:
Modern Dating Etiquette?
It is time for The SLUT Quiz!
Racist Dating
What men think about casual sex.
What men think of BBW (Big Beautiful Women).
What Men think About Lashes, Lenses and Breasts.
Edwards is a man. A typical man. :-( *screw face*
Is it wrong to say that he looked to attractive to be faithful?
And I truly believe that the media needs to stay out of people's private lives. Cheating occurs more often than not, but plenty of people go onto productively contribute to politics, business, etc.
Bachelorette party
Next weekend I fly down to Miami to partake in Bachelorette Party festivities. Any ideas?
Today I dragged my neighbor/coworker/friend (all one person) out and purchased the following:
Party City: Bachelorette Sash, Pink Lays, Truth or Dare Cards, Truth or Dare Dice, Ect
Insurrections (Sex Toy/Movie Shop): Penis shaped straws and lolipops. Ummm - I might go back and get a rabbit...for me. That thing was like WOAH. They had one on display that had batteries in it and I was like...wow, so many nuances to this thing, why EVER would a woman need a man if she had one of these? (Oh yeah, to change light bulbs and lift heavy things).
Target: White T-Shirt and Sharpee, so that people can write marriage advice on her shirt.
I have no clue how I got assigned the task of planning this...I live in ATL, EVERY other bridesmaid lives in DC. Sometimes I think I should've moved to that area, but when I was at school...which was about an hour and a half south of DC, I felt that the DC students (especially the women) had wayyy to much attitude for my liking. I'm used to smiling at people as I walk around - in ATL, I get smiles back, DC - people suck their teeth. I do LOVE that trash can music tho'. *Puts one leg, puts booty on the floor*
Then after I spent a handful on the party, I retired to Victoria Secret to buy 5 panties for $25. When all else fails in this world, VS knows how to put a smile on my face. Aligned with the back to school feel, they had various panties that mimicked school colors. So I bought some that I felt represented my Alma Mater to the fullest. I used to be on some, "why would I pay $25/5 when I could go to target and pay $7/5?" Ummm, cuz I found that not only are the VS panties sexy, but the material is so soft that I can barely feel them.
Shits and gigles: No Ho Zone
In your neighborhood do you have a No Ho Zone sign?
For you go getting willy nilly, "well maybe she should wear more clothes." Fall back, women get hollered at non-stop regardless of what they wear. Who knows what she was wearing.
Last night I had a conversation with Miracle Man. He frequents various websites too, so we have entertaining topics to talk about. One thing he saw yesterday was the whole over played, "why some black men date white women." The person who vlogged said that he approached a woman respectfully and she just WENT OFF. While I agree that it was unwarranted for her to lose her cool, black men don't understand how aggressive they are. Walking down the street, in the mall...anywhere there is constant holleration. Some respectful, some not so respectful...so perhaps he was the 5th guy that came at her that day and he received the pent up frustration.
Generally speaking, do you ever see non-black guys hollering the same way black men holler?
I'm watching Brook knows best (don't judge). This show is coated with all sorts of painful moments. Hogan is so absolutely lonely. I feel for him
For you go getting willy nilly, "well maybe she should wear more clothes." Fall back, women get hollered at non-stop regardless of what they wear. Who knows what she was wearing.
Last night I had a conversation with Miracle Man. He frequents various websites too, so we have entertaining topics to talk about. One thing he saw yesterday was the whole over played, "why some black men date white women." The person who vlogged said that he approached a woman respectfully and she just WENT OFF. While I agree that it was unwarranted for her to lose her cool, black men don't understand how aggressive they are. Walking down the street, in the mall...anywhere there is constant holleration. Some respectful, some not so respectful...so perhaps he was the 5th guy that came at her that day and he received the pent up frustration.
Generally speaking, do you ever see non-black guys hollering the same way black men holler?
I'm watching Brook knows best (don't judge). This show is coated with all sorts of painful moments. Hogan is so absolutely lonely. I feel for him
Working Woman
I realized that I've said absolutely nothing about the essence of me...my education and career. So much of who I am today is a result of my desire to be professionally successful.
As a 16 year old, I knew that I wanted to be an accountant. At that young of an age, I had no idea what that meant, but I knew I wanted to be an accountant. I enrolled in an elective in high school which was entitled accounting, but it was truly was simply a class in bookkeeping. I finished this simulated small business program so far ahead of schedule that my teacher gave me a different random curriculum. Most notably, she nominated me to represent my high school in a Future Business Leaders of America (FBLA) accounting competition (DORK). The first was a regional contest on some random city on the peninsula of VA. I took the test and was like ehh okay, I fulfilled my responsibility. And Won 1st place. This took me to the state competition in Crystal City, VA. I was like ehhh okay, I fulfilled my responsibility. And I won 2nd place. This took me to the national competition in Chicago. lol, the story ends there...I didn't quite place in national. But it was an AWESOME opportunity and I got to go to Chicago for free.
So I enroll in my top rated undergrad university and from day 1 was focused on getting into the business program. The business program was uber-competitive, as it admitted approx 300 students per year. I was accepted, excelled academically, was elected to the student council. I was that one black woman in a top rated business program that was admirable. My professors loved me and ALWAYS looked out for me.
At one point I had a "woah is me," do I major in finance or accounting melt down. My professor, advised me to stick with accounting. Accounting is the language of business and that background/education is invaluable. Oh, did I mention that he was also the dean of a program in which you got a free masters in accounting and a job at one of the big 5 accounting firm? He asked where I wanted to be after graduation and I said the durty souf. As a result, as a 3rd year, I flew down to ATL and was wined and dined by the firm.
I interned, got the full-time job and was accepted into the Masters Program. I worked HARD and received recognition and praise for the hard work. Amidst of working, I passed the CPA exam sections the first time I took them. In my mind, there was no option other than to excel.
I put in 4 years at the firm. It was an invaluable experience. However, I lost who I was. I worked 60-70 hours a week...best example of how domineering the job was: One lazy Sunday I was about just about to handle business with the beau. Phone rang and the Manager was like can you come in. I was in my birthday suit for goodness sake, on a Sunday enjoying my weekend. That was a common occurrence. I could no longer truly nurture relationships and working with a PSYCHOBITCH boss drove me crazy. (5 other people quit under her, so it's not just me). So anywho, one day I returned a recruiter's phone call and told him, "If I'm not working at Accounting Firm, I'll work at ATL Fortune 500 Company."
He got me an interview and the knucklehead said, "Now SunFresh, these interviews are difficult. I interviewed a while ago and it was a no go." SunFresh: What's that got to do with me? Sho' Nuff, I got the job and JUST celebrated my 1 year anniversary.
I love my current job. I get to see how the business is run, but don't have the responsibility yet for making it run. Essentially I have a 3 year commitment in the department and when it's complete, I can interview anywhere in the finance/accounting department. That leaves things WIDE open.
I recently identified a woman that I truly admire. She's held various positions that I'm interested in...and on top of that, she's a married black mother of 2! Based on her role, I know she makes at least 6 figure and manages to balance her responsibilities as a mother with a demanding career. She is the prototype woman. I want her in my corner!
Whew. That was long. lol.
As a 16 year old, I knew that I wanted to be an accountant. At that young of an age, I had no idea what that meant, but I knew I wanted to be an accountant. I enrolled in an elective in high school which was entitled accounting, but it was truly was simply a class in bookkeeping. I finished this simulated small business program so far ahead of schedule that my teacher gave me a different random curriculum. Most notably, she nominated me to represent my high school in a Future Business Leaders of America (FBLA) accounting competition (DORK). The first was a regional contest on some random city on the peninsula of VA. I took the test and was like ehh okay, I fulfilled my responsibility. And Won 1st place. This took me to the state competition in Crystal City, VA. I was like ehhh okay, I fulfilled my responsibility. And I won 2nd place. This took me to the national competition in Chicago. lol, the story ends there...I didn't quite place in national. But it was an AWESOME opportunity and I got to go to Chicago for free.
So I enroll in my top rated undergrad university and from day 1 was focused on getting into the business program. The business program was uber-competitive, as it admitted approx 300 students per year. I was accepted, excelled academically, was elected to the student council. I was that one black woman in a top rated business program that was admirable. My professors loved me and ALWAYS looked out for me.
At one point I had a "woah is me," do I major in finance or accounting melt down. My professor, advised me to stick with accounting. Accounting is the language of business and that background/education is invaluable. Oh, did I mention that he was also the dean of a program in which you got a free masters in accounting and a job at one of the big 5 accounting firm? He asked where I wanted to be after graduation and I said the durty souf. As a result, as a 3rd year, I flew down to ATL and was wined and dined by the firm.
I interned, got the full-time job and was accepted into the Masters Program. I worked HARD and received recognition and praise for the hard work. Amidst of working, I passed the CPA exam sections the first time I took them. In my mind, there was no option other than to excel.
I put in 4 years at the firm. It was an invaluable experience. However, I lost who I was. I worked 60-70 hours a week...best example of how domineering the job was: One lazy Sunday I was about just about to handle business with the beau. Phone rang and the Manager was like can you come in. I was in my birthday suit for goodness sake, on a Sunday enjoying my weekend. That was a common occurrence. I could no longer truly nurture relationships and working with a PSYCHOBITCH boss drove me crazy. (5 other people quit under her, so it's not just me). So anywho, one day I returned a recruiter's phone call and told him, "If I'm not working at Accounting Firm, I'll work at ATL Fortune 500 Company."
He got me an interview and the knucklehead said, "Now SunFresh, these interviews are difficult. I interviewed a while ago and it was a no go." SunFresh: What's that got to do with me? Sho' Nuff, I got the job and JUST celebrated my 1 year anniversary.
I love my current job. I get to see how the business is run, but don't have the responsibility yet for making it run. Essentially I have a 3 year commitment in the department and when it's complete, I can interview anywhere in the finance/accounting department. That leaves things WIDE open.
I recently identified a woman that I truly admire. She's held various positions that I'm interested in...and on top of that, she's a married black mother of 2! Based on her role, I know she makes at least 6 figure and manages to balance her responsibilities as a mother with a demanding career. She is the prototype woman. I want her in my corner!
Whew. That was long. lol.
080808
It's opening day for the Olympics!
(I'm trying to genuinely be excited...perhaps as we rack up gold medals).
8.07.2008
Disturbing
Earlier this week, I stopped by the mall before going home. (I need to forbid myself from making mall trips after cocktails...good for stores, bad for SunFresh's bank account).
As I'm on the way out, I feel a young man kind of following me and finally he grows balls to speak. I turn around and realize that he's confused me for a woman MUCH younger. I wasn't in work clothes, so I probably did look between 22-25. So anyway he's like excuse me, your pretty blahahahahaha. Do you mind if I sing to you?
Uhhh looks to the side like, did I hear him right? Before obtaining my approval, he grabs my hand and starts, "The very first time that I saw your brown eyes, your lips said hello and I said hi. I knew right there you were the ooonnnneee. But I was..."
He only got that far through Shai's song because I was completely shocked and flabbergasted that he'd stop a stranger in a public place and belt out a classic 90s tune, LOUDLY. I was embarrassed. I grabbed my hand tried to be polite, but told him that I really had to be on my way.
Random stupid shit happens more often than not.
As I'm on the way out, I feel a young man kind of following me and finally he grows balls to speak. I turn around and realize that he's confused me for a woman MUCH younger. I wasn't in work clothes, so I probably did look between 22-25. So anyway he's like excuse me, your pretty blahahahahaha. Do you mind if I sing to you?
Uhhh looks to the side like, did I hear him right? Before obtaining my approval, he grabs my hand and starts, "The very first time that I saw your brown eyes, your lips said hello and I said hi. I knew right there you were the ooonnnneee. But I was..."
He only got that far through Shai's song because I was completely shocked and flabbergasted that he'd stop a stranger in a public place and belt out a classic 90s tune, LOUDLY. I was embarrassed. I grabbed my hand tried to be polite, but told him that I really had to be on my way.
Random stupid shit happens more often than not.
Eating and stuff..
Seems to be a handful of blog fodder about weight. Weight and dating, eating, ect.
I'm a relatively small chic. Okay, let's re-word, I've got the BMI that health websites would say is appropriate for somebody my height. I'm approximately 5'4" and fluctuate between 123 and 127. And I'm going to say that maintaining this weight is not particularly fun.
First, I don't REALLY work out. I waste about $35/month on a club membership and this past summer I've been maybe a total of 5 times. I know a LOT more overweight people that are more active than me. (Note, this shall change, as one of my AGE 30 goals is to be in the best shape of my life). Last summer I was better about it, but with anxiety....I tend to turn very inward and life an inactive life.
So the way I manage my weight is not through physical activity. It's by skimping on the food. Daily routine:
Small coffee, enough milk/creame to turn my skin-color and one or two boiled eggs with salt. (I'm irritated that my boiled eggs cost more than the scrambled eggs, as it takes less effort to make them and less ingredients).
Lunch: Turkey, lettuce, tomatoe, cheese, on 7-grain. Mayo or some other type of condiment for flavor. Nope...no sides.
Dinner: (Don't laugh)...soup, omlette, or I'll put pasta with some type of green salsa.
Snacks: ? Huh?
I'm a total bore at the grocery store. I'm that person that picks up a product and scans the fat/caloric intake. If there are more than 150 calories or 3 grams of fat per serving, chances are it's not coming home with me. I don't snack, or if I do...it's Delmonte's SunFresh (hence the blog name) grapefruit. Oh did I mention, I'm cheap? Some folks will encourage a trip to whole-foods to get fruit, veggies and other healthy things. Ummm, so I can walk away with a WTF just happened at the register feeling? No sirrrr.
On weekends, I'll typically treat myself to some mexican or thai. "That time of the month," I'll obey my inner big girl and take down a 2-3 person serving of Singapor Noodles.
My body also self-regulates. On special occassion I'll eat sweets, and then kick myself as I ball over in pain as my body tries to break down the sugar. Ice-cream...let's just say that I'll need some alone time and some wind. Fried foods (although, french fries is a guilty pleasure)...not so much...my body can't digest it without making a LOT of noise and giving me slight pain. Red meat - ehhh see fried foods. And at times I overeat. I can outeat some men twice my size. But while they skip along, I'm having IBS attacks that bring tears to my eyes and knock me to my knees. So that leaves me with relatively healthy options.
I'm not promoting this by ANY means. I KNOW I have weight issues, and anxiety only causes me to stop eating.
But I say all that to say...for this regular weight chic...it comes with much anguish too. I could say that I'll start 'living' healthier...but I'm not quite ready to make a lifestyle change.
And for the record, if I did gain weight...it would impact how I feel about myself. I might have other self-esteem issues that cause me to gain weight, but gaining weight would only exacerbate the problem. (I realize this and I think it's sub-consciously why I deal with stress/anxiety by losing my apeitite).
As an adolescent, I was 'taught' a lesson that a lot of women are 'taught'. I lost 10-15 pounds and started getting attention and that feedback boosted my ego...which then boosted my confidence. That concept stuck with me.
I'm a relatively small chic. Okay, let's re-word, I've got the BMI that health websites would say is appropriate for somebody my height. I'm approximately 5'4" and fluctuate between 123 and 127. And I'm going to say that maintaining this weight is not particularly fun.
First, I don't REALLY work out. I waste about $35/month on a club membership and this past summer I've been maybe a total of 5 times. I know a LOT more overweight people that are more active than me. (Note, this shall change, as one of my AGE 30 goals is to be in the best shape of my life). Last summer I was better about it, but with anxiety....I tend to turn very inward and life an inactive life.
So the way I manage my weight is not through physical activity. It's by skimping on the food. Daily routine:
Small coffee, enough milk/creame to turn my skin-color and one or two boiled eggs with salt. (I'm irritated that my boiled eggs cost more than the scrambled eggs, as it takes less effort to make them and less ingredients).
Lunch: Turkey, lettuce, tomatoe, cheese, on 7-grain. Mayo or some other type of condiment for flavor. Nope...no sides.
Dinner: (Don't laugh)...soup, omlette, or I'll put pasta with some type of green salsa.
Snacks: ? Huh?
I'm a total bore at the grocery store. I'm that person that picks up a product and scans the fat/caloric intake. If there are more than 150 calories or 3 grams of fat per serving, chances are it's not coming home with me. I don't snack, or if I do...it's Delmonte's SunFresh (hence the blog name) grapefruit. Oh did I mention, I'm cheap? Some folks will encourage a trip to whole-foods to get fruit, veggies and other healthy things. Ummm, so I can walk away with a WTF just happened at the register feeling? No sirrrr.
On weekends, I'll typically treat myself to some mexican or thai. "That time of the month," I'll obey my inner big girl and take down a 2-3 person serving of Singapor Noodles.
My body also self-regulates. On special occassion I'll eat sweets, and then kick myself as I ball over in pain as my body tries to break down the sugar. Ice-cream...let's just say that I'll need some alone time and some wind. Fried foods (although, french fries is a guilty pleasure)...not so much...my body can't digest it without making a LOT of noise and giving me slight pain. Red meat - ehhh see fried foods. And at times I overeat. I can outeat some men twice my size. But while they skip along, I'm having IBS attacks that bring tears to my eyes and knock me to my knees. So that leaves me with relatively healthy options.
I'm not promoting this by ANY means. I KNOW I have weight issues, and anxiety only causes me to stop eating.
But I say all that to say...for this regular weight chic...it comes with much anguish too. I could say that I'll start 'living' healthier...but I'm not quite ready to make a lifestyle change.
And for the record, if I did gain weight...it would impact how I feel about myself. I might have other self-esteem issues that cause me to gain weight, but gaining weight would only exacerbate the problem. (I realize this and I think it's sub-consciously why I deal with stress/anxiety by losing my apeitite).
As an adolescent, I was 'taught' a lesson that a lot of women are 'taught'. I lost 10-15 pounds and started getting attention and that feedback boosted my ego...which then boosted my confidence. That concept stuck with me.
8.06.2008
Double Standards and Maybe Lying Ain't So Bad After Alll
Yes. There is a double standard. Follow me as I make an example out of straight porn. Porn to men what soap operas are to women...exaggerated wishful thinking ways of how life is supposed to go down.
So in porn, a woman is fucked. Ladies and gents - re-read that - she is fucked. Not made love to, not sexed. She might even yell out "fuck me!" She's screaming and hollering, most of the time it appears that she is in pain, making stupid ass faces, we never know if she really climaxes; however, we're well aware when he does cuz he likes to decorate her face with his man-power. There is nothing soft, gentle, caring about it.
Now as a woman, if porn represents a man's glorified idea of sex...WHY IN TARNATION would I want a man that played that role...the role of being fucked? Or even inflicting the fuck onto another man? So absolutely, there is a double-standard IMO. Women don't naturally play the role of the aggressor, the fuck-or, if you will.
And really...if you gave me a no-other-option-choice to be man-powered in the rear-end vs. kissing a woman...I'd choose kissing a woman. I'd consider myself otherwise "exploratory..." you can go near it, around it, tickle it - but not IN it. First, I've got an alternative entry that is much better equipped - it doesn't rip or tear...it expands to fit like a glove. Second - I try to avoid dirt. Why would somebody purposely step in a muddy puddle? Even if it dried up on a sunny day...next time it rains, it still a muddy puddle.
Then this other dialogue between Bad Guy and Aonmyous got me to thinking that people REALLY don't want to know the truth. I feel like the Joker for saying that...but it's kind of along the lines of...every body is calm when things go according to plan...even when the plan is disastrous.
In one corner we had Bad Guy (who is actually just Hurt/Jaded Guy) who had dreams of political office, and was dating his potential-Cindy McCain. So imagine his surprise when he found out that his potential-wifey had a past...she was in a relationship with a woman in college. (I used Cindy McCain b/c she too had a past...she stole from a non-for-profit that she was on the board to do drugs).
Other corner we have Anonymous who told a guy up front that she had a relationship with a woman in the past, but that was her past. Despite knowing her past, the guy continued seriously dating her...then after a considerable amount of time said it was a deal breaker.
Imagine if Bad/Hurt/Jaded Guy never found out the truth. Ehh, and let's say he wasn't a politician cuz EVERYthing comes to light when your in the public eye. Okay, so say he never found out...got married. Had 2.5 kids, a dog, a fish, a nice 401k, a loving wife. Uhhh...crickets...what's the problem in this situation? Say anonymous omitted the truth about the past. He wouldn't have found out. They would've had 2.5 kids, a dog, a fish and a nice 401k...a loving marriage. Uhhh...crickets....what's the problem in this situation?
What if I lied to my ex about kinda-bad thing I did, despite the fact that we were broken up? Uhhh...crickets...we would've been friendly n' cordial. What I did had no bearing on our future in the context of a committed relationship...b/c there was no future there. So why didn't I lie?
IMO, it's like when a guy asks how many men you've slept with in the past. What is he trying to get at? If I answer 4 instead of 3 am I a whore? If I said 100 before Jesus, and then 0 after I got saved...am I a whore? If I did 10 while I was young and stupid and then 2 over the most recent 3 year period...am I a whore? Really, a dude should just ask if she's been tested. That's the one thing that is relevant to his future. There are other cues to figure out if she's wifey material. If she's dancing on the bar counter with a mini-skirt...not so wifey. If she accidentally calls you Bob instead of Brad...not so wifey.
So in porn, a woman is fucked. Ladies and gents - re-read that - she is fucked. Not made love to, not sexed. She might even yell out "fuck me!" She's screaming and hollering, most of the time it appears that she is in pain, making stupid ass faces, we never know if she really climaxes; however, we're well aware when he does cuz he likes to decorate her face with his man-power. There is nothing soft, gentle, caring about it.
Now as a woman, if porn represents a man's glorified idea of sex...WHY IN TARNATION would I want a man that played that role...the role of being fucked? Or even inflicting the fuck onto another man? So absolutely, there is a double-standard IMO. Women don't naturally play the role of the aggressor, the fuck-or, if you will.
And really...if you gave me a no-other-option-choice to be man-powered in the rear-end vs. kissing a woman...I'd choose kissing a woman. I'd consider myself otherwise "exploratory..." you can go near it, around it, tickle it - but not IN it. First, I've got an alternative entry that is much better equipped - it doesn't rip or tear...it expands to fit like a glove. Second - I try to avoid dirt. Why would somebody purposely step in a muddy puddle? Even if it dried up on a sunny day...next time it rains, it still a muddy puddle.
Then this other dialogue between Bad Guy and Aonmyous got me to thinking that people REALLY don't want to know the truth. I feel like the Joker for saying that...but it's kind of along the lines of...every body is calm when things go according to plan...even when the plan is disastrous.
In one corner we had Bad Guy (who is actually just Hurt/Jaded Guy) who had dreams of political office, and was dating his potential-Cindy McCain. So imagine his surprise when he found out that his potential-wifey had a past...she was in a relationship with a woman in college. (I used Cindy McCain b/c she too had a past...she stole from a non-for-profit that she was on the board to do drugs).
Other corner we have Anonymous who told a guy up front that she had a relationship with a woman in the past, but that was her past. Despite knowing her past, the guy continued seriously dating her...then after a considerable amount of time said it was a deal breaker.
Imagine if Bad/Hurt/Jaded Guy never found out the truth. Ehh, and let's say he wasn't a politician cuz EVERYthing comes to light when your in the public eye. Okay, so say he never found out...got married. Had 2.5 kids, a dog, a fish, a nice 401k, a loving wife. Uhhh...crickets...what's the problem in this situation? Say anonymous omitted the truth about the past. He wouldn't have found out. They would've had 2.5 kids, a dog, a fish and a nice 401k...a loving marriage. Uhhh...crickets....what's the problem in this situation?
What if I lied to my ex about kinda-bad thing I did, despite the fact that we were broken up? Uhhh...crickets...we would've been friendly n' cordial. What I did had no bearing on our future in the context of a committed relationship...b/c there was no future there. So why didn't I lie?
IMO, it's like when a guy asks how many men you've slept with in the past. What is he trying to get at? If I answer 4 instead of 3 am I a whore? If I said 100 before Jesus, and then 0 after I got saved...am I a whore? If I did 10 while I was young and stupid and then 2 over the most recent 3 year period...am I a whore? Really, a dude should just ask if she's been tested. That's the one thing that is relevant to his future. There are other cues to figure out if she's wifey material. If she's dancing on the bar counter with a mini-skirt...not so wifey. If she accidentally calls you Bob instead of Brad...not so wifey.
Gas price commentary
Well durr the gas prices are going down. It's Olympic time. The world is supposed to feign a love for each other.
8.05.2008
Paris for President
I don't care what folks say, I've always had a soft place in my heart for Miss Paris Hilton. This further validates my fancy for her sense of humor and "fuck 'em" attitude. Enjoy bitches!
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Dear sub-set of black women that look at my
hair and say, "You don't need a relaxer!!!",
You don't know me or my habits. I refuse to sit up in a salon for 3-4 hours of my Saturday to get my hair pressed. I have a shitton of patience, but patience at the salon is not one of those things. In the summer, if I don't have a relaxer, the second I walk out the door and sweat a bit, my curl comes back with a vengence and my "straight" hair is a futile mess.
I recently went 6 months without a relaxer and 9/10 I had my hair in a pony tail. Because I didn't feel like dealing with it. I didn't feel like fighting the natural curl. I didn't feel like doing the wet n' go look every day because it dries out my hair. I didn't feel like fighting to comb it and then seeing an uncomfortable amount of hair in my comb. I didn't feel like paying $35-$40 dollars on a weekly basis (that's a gas tank) to get my hair done b/c within 2 days it would've looked like a curly mess.
I get my relaxers when I am exasperated with dealing with my own hair. I truly believe that you should know how to deal with what you've got...and by golly if it takes a relaxer for me to have patience with my own hair...don't tell me I don't need one.
Now that I have one, I've worn my hair down and straight for like 2 consistent weeks. It swings in the wind. People compliment me, "did you get your hair done?" I feel a bit more confident.
I appreciate your "care or concern" for my hair; however, perhaps you have a different level of patience in dealing with your own hair that doesn't stir up the desire for you to get a relaxer. Perhaps your grade of hair is different such that it doesn't curl at the sight of water. Whatever the deal is...you stay outta my head and I'll stay outta yours. But my response will be to you, "It's my hair and I have to deal with it, I'll continue to get relaxers 3 times a year...thanx."
Love,
SunFresh
You don't know me or my habits. I refuse to sit up in a salon for 3-4 hours of my Saturday to get my hair pressed. I have a shitton of patience, but patience at the salon is not one of those things. In the summer, if I don't have a relaxer, the second I walk out the door and sweat a bit, my curl comes back with a vengence and my "straight" hair is a futile mess.
I recently went 6 months without a relaxer and 9/10 I had my hair in a pony tail. Because I didn't feel like dealing with it. I didn't feel like fighting the natural curl. I didn't feel like doing the wet n' go look every day because it dries out my hair. I didn't feel like fighting to comb it and then seeing an uncomfortable amount of hair in my comb. I didn't feel like paying $35-$40 dollars on a weekly basis (that's a gas tank) to get my hair done b/c within 2 days it would've looked like a curly mess.
I get my relaxers when I am exasperated with dealing with my own hair. I truly believe that you should know how to deal with what you've got...and by golly if it takes a relaxer for me to have patience with my own hair...don't tell me I don't need one.
Now that I have one, I've worn my hair down and straight for like 2 consistent weeks. It swings in the wind. People compliment me, "did you get your hair done?" I feel a bit more confident.
I appreciate your "care or concern" for my hair; however, perhaps you have a different level of patience in dealing with your own hair that doesn't stir up the desire for you to get a relaxer. Perhaps your grade of hair is different such that it doesn't curl at the sight of water. Whatever the deal is...you stay outta my head and I'll stay outta yours. But my response will be to you, "It's my hair and I have to deal with it, I'll continue to get relaxers 3 times a year...thanx."
Love,
SunFresh
8.03.2008
Breast Cancer...
Nobody in my life has been affected by breast cancer. One of my favorite startlets was diagnosed...Christina Applegate. Send your thoughts up to all the women battling breast cancer!
Shock Value and am I too sensitive?
A woman in the military is more likely to be raped than killed in combat.
Pretty disgusting, huh?
Okay onto second thought...at the kickball games, I was comfortably sitting on my Mexican blanket. My kickball buddy left her ipod and speakers on my blanket, but went out to play as a substitute in another game. So there I am comfortable on my blanket, and music is playing near me.
Two of the teammates take notice and make a light joke...not really including me, but seeing my mini picnic scene and joke, "just need some fried chicken and watermelon."
I didn't know if I heard them correctly. I for sure heard something about watermelon. Would they have made that comment if I were white? Am I being too sensitive?
Pretty disgusting, huh?
Okay onto second thought...at the kickball games, I was comfortably sitting on my Mexican blanket. My kickball buddy left her ipod and speakers on my blanket, but went out to play as a substitute in another game. So there I am comfortable on my blanket, and music is playing near me.
Two of the teammates take notice and make a light joke...not really including me, but seeing my mini picnic scene and joke, "just need some fried chicken and watermelon."
I didn't know if I heard them correctly. I for sure heard something about watermelon. Would they have made that comment if I were white? Am I being too sensitive?
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