i believe you...

yep... another depressing blog... but that's life... the sweet is never as sweet... without the bitter... let's get to it...

i think the best song to describe my life is one by the fine brother Common... Go...



i wish shit was as easy as this video... it sucks when you actually realize what's in someone heart... what they have the potential to do to you when you're not around... as much as i don't want to believe he could cheat... he could throw away everything just like that... i do...

the shit that use to seem so sincere... isn't... the things that use to be so natural seem forced... and it bites... bites big donkey balls...

i don't think i've made it through a week without crying in months...

when someone shows you who they are... you should believe them the first time... and ever though it's taken more than one time... i believe you...

Nola*

Preferance vs. Discrimination...

so... i had an interesting discussion with a co- worker the other day... she stated that her son doesn't like black woman... the reason being because they're loud... they never have their hair done... and a bunch of other bull... sadly... i have heard this SO many times from people about why black men don't like black women...

in my opinion *sidebar* this is simply how i fee about it... not saying it's right... *end sidebar* most times if you are a black male... that means ur mother is/was black... so for you to say that you don't like black women is disrespectful to the person that carried ur sorry @$$... and obviously you have a problem with you identity as a black man...

now there's nothing wrong with being attracted to someone outside of ur race... i personally prefer to date black men... i love black men... that's my preference... but i see nothing wrong with dating a man of another race... love is love... no matter what sex or race it comes from...

so in closing... black men that openly state that they don't like black women for whatever reason... f@ck you...

tis all...

Nola*

3 things... (tellum how u feel tuesday)

(posted this one facebook...) Since I have a blog (holla at me for the url... lol) I rarely write notes on facebook anymore... but I've decided to post this one to the book as an ode to one of the favorite bloggers... Don... aka...Minus the bars... enjoyssssssssssssssssssssssssssss....

3 things that scare me:
1. not knowing what people i love really think about me...
2. loosing a loved one
3. clowns... (don't u dare judge me... those things aren't right...)

3 people that make me laugh
1. My dad (he gets funnier the older he gets...)
2. Deanna... she's so pretty (inside jk)
3. The boyfriend... He's funny... LOOKIN'! LOL!

3 things I love
1. SUSHI!
2. My gucci bag
3. A hot shower after a good workout...

3 people I love... it's more than 3... but whatevs
1. My parents... they're amazing... (and they're mine! get ur own! cause i'm not sharing... so don't be telling me that's like ur play mother/father... it's not... get over it... and get ur own... and yes... i am an only child... don't judge me...)
2. My close girlfriend/ guy friends (Yani, Tish, Nicole, Deanna, Jen, Robbie, Horace, and Danny there's more... just can't name u all! lol!)
3. The Boo thang... lol

3 things I hate
1. When I'm not acknowledge...
2. Cats... they're sneaky and they lick the butter...
3. Not having clarity in situations...

3 things I don't understand
1. Toll roads... they suck...
2. Why people watch BET... it's retarded... and bootleg as heck...
3. Starbucks... we're in America... why do i have to order stuff in a different language... i don't want a friggin tall! I want a small... jerks...

3 sayings that stay coming from my mouth
1. I want you to do what you want to do... don't do me any favors...
2. WHAT UP PLAYA!
3. What you want to eat?

3 things I am doing right now
1. Typing...
2. missing my friends... and boo thang...
3. Wondering who drank all of my Smarter Water... i sure was thirsty...

3 things I want to do before I die
1. Get married and have kids...
2. Eat Sushi in Japan
3. Eat a golden watermelon... (they have them only 2 weeks out of each year... they're pretty good so i hear...)

3 things I cannot do
1. Let someone put their hands on me...
2. Give an apology if I don't mean it...
3. Say I honestly like friend chicken... (i'm a baked kinda girl...)

3 things I think u should listen to
1. Someone who's been divorced...
2. Someone who's been HAPPILY married for over 20 years...
3. Someone on their death bed...

3 things I think u should never listen to
1.A dog that brings a bone...
2. A guy that wears a pinky ring... they're sleazy to me...
3. A woman who is single... that wants to give u advice on how to keep a man...

3 things I could watch all day
1. Law and Order SVU (i've done it before too!)
2. My godsons sleep
3. My boo thang smile... lol... it never gets old to me...

3 things that I could do all day
1. Hang with the girls!
2. Spoon with the boo thang... lol
3. Sit out at my pond...

nigga... don't insult my smartness...

hey guys... i'm going to the happiest place on earth for Christmas (Disney)... and it's gonna be a blast... cause my baby cousins are gonna be there... and they freakin rock... not to mention they further help me realize that i will continue to put a ring in my cooter (birth control)... i mean... i love kids... as long as i can give them back...

so lets get to it...

so... i went to visit my friend Weaver the other day... i've known his since high school... good lookin dude... pretty nice place... ok car... NO FUCKIN GAME!!!!

after chillin at Weaver's apt for a while... i had to go potty (#1... i can only take a shit at a dudes house after i've known them for two years... weird... i know...) i handle my biz... wash my hands... grab a paper towel and dry my hands... and then proceed to put the paper towel in the trash can... (now his trash can was damn near empty... mind you...) and what do i see... to my surprise... a big ole' magnum condom... i laugh and shake my head and walk out the bathroom...

i walk over to Weaver and say... "looks like somebody got lucky last night..." he looked at me confused... i then said... "there's a magnum condom in your trash can..." and you know what this nigga says... "ah... man, that's my cousins..." smh... this nigga lives in a one bedroom... one bathroom apt... really... i mean... i really could care less that you're fuckin someone else... i mean... as you all know... i have a team... and some of them have had the pleasure... if you know what i mean (i hate when i rhyme...) i was like "Boo it's cool... you're using rubbers... that's all that matters..." LMAO... he was like, "i'm serious... he (his cousin) did her on the floor!" i was like... "NIGGA DON'T INSULT MY SMARTNESS!!!"

like my man Riley says... game Recognize game

WHO THE HELL LET THAT BABY LADY IN HERE!!!!!

*i realized something about myself this weekend... i don't like to see stripper completely naked... but i'll get to this later in the blog...*

*also... i sooooo love my readers... yall rock!!! and i looooooooooves your stuff too!*

so... i went out on a date friday... his name is Aaron... but for now we shall call him Ne-Yo... (i'll explain the nickname later...)

i met Ne-Yo at the gym... i had been checking him out for like a month... we would make small talk... he would say stuff like... "girl you need to stop walking around here... looking all cute and workout..." so finally... about a week ago... he walks me to my car... and i get the digits...

back to the date...

i pick him up... (i'm not old fashion at all... plus i don't like niggas knowing where i live...) we head out to Adams Morgan to my favi spot... Evolve...

i realized a few things i don't like about him from the jump...

1... he talks to damn much...

2... the nigga pops gum like a bitch...

so... we get to Evolve... grab a seat at the bar... have some good conversation... eat... and take a few shots...

we then roll down to the hookah bar...

at this point i'm a little tipsy... and when i get tipsy... i start speaking my mind...

i let him know that he pops gum like 20 times... he laughs... and removes his gum... i also notice that he always wears a hat... even in the gym... i ask can i see him without his hat... he seems a little reluctant to remove it... but he does... and i then understand why he always wears a hat... he has the Ne-Yo syndrome...

he then insisted that he needs a hair cut... i then insisted that he needs to stay away from the barber shop... he hasn't called me since friday...

this weekend my birthday month officially kicked off... and we followed the sacred tradition of going to the strip club...

now for those of you that don't know... in Maryland it is against the law for exotic dancers to totally expose themselves... but in D.C. it's fair game...

the show we went to was in D.C.

they got naked... bucket... naked...

and i felt a little disgusted...

now... i love penis... but at this show... it was to much of it in my face...

the venue we went to was hood... i mean... very... very hood... i mean like... big bitch's was bring in popeye's chicken hood... and bringing your own liquor in the building hood... (i brought a couple bottles of wine ... so i still fall under the classy ho category...)

speaking of big bitch's... here's a couple pics... and most of them had on stuff that they should NOT be wearing... i mean... i wouldn't even wear it... (btw... i have nothing against big girls... i'm thick myself... not a Monique thick... more like and Alicia Keys thick...)

these chicks also had rubbermaid containers full of food... out of line...

something else that was out of line about the show was the female strippers... and no... not the one's that dance like girls... and show their boobies and stuff... the one's that dance like boys... i had to leave the room at this point...

yes... that's a girl stripper... picking up a girl... i was as confused as you are right now... and my girl Nicole had this face for the rest of the night cause of it...

these niggas were rookies... and it showed... and one of them was fat... i refused to give them any money...

yep... he's popping his coochie... damn shame...

and i have no clue why this chick had on a prom dress to go see some strippers...

and i have no clue who let this baby lady in there...

highlight of the night....

so in closing... i learned these valuable lessons this weekend...

1. guys that have the Ne-Yo syndrome pop gum


2. baby ladies get more attention at strip clubs than normal ladies


3. make sure you tip your naked engineers... or strippers...

Nola*

nigga... don't insult my smartness...

i think i'm going to make this a regular post-diggity...

aight... so this dude... that works in my building TRIES to run game... bad part is... he's not good at running game... good part is i'm great at running game... as well as recognizing it...

nigga talking bout' yeah... i just bought a house... (that's great!)
and i have a bike (even better! i don't ride anymore though...)
and i just moved my babies mother in with me cause she has no where to go... but we are not together...

*clears throat*

NIGGA DON'T INSULT MY SMARTNESS!!!!! aka don't insult my intelligence...

Nola*