My Scrambled Thoughts on Another Blog

"From now on, I'd experience women in the following way: Meet a woman, take her out, be charming, crack a few jokes, treat her like a lady. Show her a great time."

"In other words, Quality Time."

"Every now and then, do something special for her like shower her with roses, cards, poems, perfumes and, of course, pay a bill."

"Yep. I have no problem whatsoever with paying a couple bills, here and there."

-Minus The Bars-

I was reading this blog entitled "Coochie Coupon." Now at first glance of the title you would think it was all about sex, but you have to actually read the blog to get what is being said.

I understand where he is coming from when he says that he has "lost all desire for commitment, due to past failures." But that statement alone, scares me in a way. I guess what makes us different is that I would love to be in a relationship, but like his, my desire is slowly fading.

Anyway, I completely agree with the statement, "relationships aren't everything they used to be." True, yes I'm young, but I have witnessed real love. And the so-called love that people think they have is nothing compared to real love.



In my opinion a f*ck buddy is just that, a f*ck buddy. If it happens to go past that then so be it. But when a woman, or man, states that you are just f*ck friends then thats that. There is no, this is a relationship, you need to do this and this to get all of this.


This agreement, to be f*ck buddies, is an agreement that indirectly states I Jane Smith am willing to engage in sexual intercourse with you John Smith (or vice versa) without wanting or needing anything more than the sheer pleasure of some hot passionate sex. Plain and simple.

This explanation is why I am so puzzled at why your "coochie coupon has expired?"

I'm so confused lol

Paused Art

I lost my sketchbook yesterday, well I misplaced it at work. And I believe that someone's sticky fingers grabbed hold of it and well, just couldn't let go.

I don't want to accuse anyone just yet for it may still be in the office when I get there Monday. However, I remember laying it on my desk yesterday morning and yesterday evening, it was gone.

My sketchbook is very important to me, it is the visual aid to my writing. It holds memories that I can't get back. I feel like my artisitic side is on pause.

I'm very irritated now because I know my desk was clean when I left. There was no sign of it. Not only am I irritated but I'm angry, mad as hello to be exact. And I'm sad, never I have I been so careless with something as important to me as my sketchbook.

Sad, angry face.

Go Time

Monday is coming up extremely fast, not that I'm complaining. Because, the faster the Monday's come, the faster the semester goes, and I'm all for that. Don't get me wrong, I like school, but I love the summer.

Anyway, back to Monday. Monday I will start my conditioning for basketball. I have approximately 20 weeks to get myself college basketball ready. I met with coach yesterday and he told me exactly what whats about to go down.

"First of all, know that my goal is to get you to lose 30-40 lbs this summer. You're gonna jump rope 1000x a day (heavy rope/light rope), you're gonna shoot about 900 shots a day. You're gonna lift weights every other day, and you're gonna run, a lot. You ready?"

Whew, it's a lot to take in, but I can do it. I'm ready, and I dedicated and fully committed to ball. If this is what it takes to do what I love most. I'm game. I am so ready for Monday. Closer to my dreams already.

So, am I slacking this weekend, of course... not. I'm still doing my usual work-out. Because Monday, the level of intensity is gonna increase by 1000.

Go time!!!!

Favorite Spot Chillin'

Today has been quite boring. Not to say that church was boring but today I've just been... kind of dragging. Thanks to the NCAA I can watch ball even when I'm not at home. I know, I know, I'm obsessed.

But who wouldn't be when March Madness is going on. What else on tv is worth watching right now? Okay, maybe the news, but after that? Nothing, exactly.

With that being said... how about that first round? Man how about every round? This year the tournament has been crazy. And even though my bracket is well... we won't go there. I'm excited about this turn of events. I like good basketball, and that is exactly whats being played.

Well, halftime is over... later!

Meeting For the First Time... Again

I don't why I'm thinking about this but hey it is what is right?

I finally took a brief trip up to see an old friend. All I remember is being really excited, yet really nervous. It was like we were meeting for the first time all over again except we weren't.

I guess we talked for all of fifteen minutes but, I rather enjoyed the extremely random conversation. It wasn't too awkward, but it was like meeting a whole new person. For we both have changed.

For some strange reason I couldn't help but smile about it afterwards, it was like my insides were smiling. I had to hide though for my sisters were all with me, and well everyone knows how girls act when things like this happen.

Any who... I don't know why this has been on my mind but the thought has been dancing around in my head for like three days now.

Hmmmm.

The But

I am currently having a conversation and I can't help but think about the but in the back of my mind. Why is it when people ask questions, or want the explanation to a question people hit that whole I would... BUT.

Now I'm not pinpointing the person in which the conversation was had, it's just that. But this is the third "but" conversation I've had today. And yet and still, no one will give me the but. Why not? What's wrong with giving up the but?

People give up the butt (notice the extra T) all the time, but they can never seem to give up the but without a little nudge. Hmmmm, now I have been known to not give up the but and I'm working on that.

However, why won't people just gimme the BUT!!!

And That's the Way It Is

My spring break started off pretty chill. I breezed through my midterms racking up some much needed As... trying to get that 3.5 ya know. Slept pretty much all day Saturday, well til 11. Cleaned up a little then went and kicked it with "Savage Sam."

He's one of my interns. Nice kid, well-mannered. I say kid but he's older than me lol. But he and his girl just parted ways and he called saying that he needed something to do. And well I was bored.

Sam told me one day at work that he had never heard of A Tribe Called Quest (I know... WTF right?). So, I educated that poor child and let his ears be graced by some real hip-hop. Then I made him watch Krush Groove because... well that's all about old school music.

And can you believe this child had never heard of Kurtis Blow, The Fat Boys. He didn't know who Marley Marl was, KRS One, Grandmaster Flash, Whoodini... UGH!!! I'm getting mad all over again. But... it was chill kickin' it with the intern. Now I got him hooked on old school music... he's like a crackhead just can't get enough.