Sunday, August 23, 2009

my cars fucked up

So my uncle and grandfather and his friend are all working on my car. And men folk are quite interesting.... Idk how else to explain it but there are some ritualistic things men do that I cannot relate to. I tried to go outside for a bit to show my appreciation for them fixing my car but hell I have the slightest idea whats wrong with my car nor how to fix it...so yeh I am not good at middle-aged/older black man jargon. Wish I was cause that would definitely bridge the communication/generation gap between my grandfather and I. But its ok, they know I am a lady and well I guess I will take my ass in the kitchen and cook or something,lol. I already cleaned. I am all for women's rights but in my opinion there are some roles I dont mind men having and some roles I dont mind having as a woman. I dont feel that accepting these roles makes me any less of a modern day woman. I like to cook and well cleaning is second nature. I take pride in preparing meals for my grandad I feel if anything I am training as a housewife for when I do fine the right guy. Idk I will probably continue this blog later cause it is an interesting topic...and to think it all stemmed from my car getting fixed.

**Also I have a few words on friendships and how certain circumstances that life throws at you sometimes changes things and it shouldnt...but thats all apart of life and I will discuss that later...just wanted to touch upon the topic...

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Poetry...enjoy

I know im addicted, but I know you aint shit, those thoughts always escape my mind when you’re nibbling my clit, the way your dick just sits and grazes across my lips, puts my head into a crazy fit, I love to lick it and swirl my tongue around, makes my pussy wet when you push my head down, I wanna let go and stop this chaos, but when I gaze into your eyes im utterly and completely lost. That’s why I avoid them at all costs, cause I hate the void I feel when from the earth you drop off. You tell me what I wanna hear and it somewhat puts my mind at ease, but the emotional trip u take me on is quite the tease. Our conversations are always entertaining and great, you stimulate my mind and not a moment too late. Ive noticed lately the deep things to you I say, slip your mind and disappear day by day,Your kisses are passionate and so intense, when you make me take the dick the pleasures so immense. I know in my heart that im addicted, wish I could say im far from afflicted. But I am im lost, confused and a little upset, I think back to when we first met,starring at you across the room, not knowing then my impending doom, I know what it is you know me so well but not in the conventional way that everyone can tell. See you know my body and what she desires, that’s why when you enter me my soul sets a fire. I never have to say more this,that, or your doing it wrong, you know just how to satisfy me and string me along, make me want more and I swear after I leave I still feel you,still smell your aroma from the voo doo that you do,I just wish you thought the same as I do. See nobody else knows how to quench my lewd thirst, the thoughts of you tying me up and taking it on my list its a first. Every lascivious fantasy I have you think the same, so sexually with you I don’t feel insane.I think in my mind what makes me feel the worse is in your eyes I know I am far from first, im sure there are others that quench your thirst, Unfortunately to this I try to turn a blind eye, and feel sickly obliged for the times you tell me to stop by, Like I said I know im addicted,but I know you aint shit,think I have become your love slave and didn’t even know it

-AER..dont bite my shit dammit!

Know what I hate...

So I am on quite a few websites, tagged,twitter,myspace,facebook,etc. I don't hold my tongue for anything, all of these sites that I am on are private....with that said you don't have to be on there, you don't have to read what I say. If you have an issue with what I say...why dont you remove yourself, I am writing this because somebody I added on twitter felt the need to say i am "weird" and I act like kid...that was a direct quote from his horrible grammar using ass. What was the point of telling me that? Why not just unfollow me? Wouldn't that have been the true "mature" thing to do? I have a mother and a father to tell me how I should and shouldn't act annnnnnd in addition to that I am grown as hell so how I talk with my friends is my own fucking business...bad move dumbfuck. Just ugh. I am so irritated.

While I am on this tangent why do people consistently feel the need to lie? I mean I have come across some people (men) that well they wont tell the truth to save their lives, or they say they are being honest but I catch them up lying about some small shit. My principle on that is if you feel the need to lie about some small shit then I KNOW you wont hesitate to lie about the big shit. Like I find myself continuously encountering these nothing ass muhfuckas and I am so over it. I am honest, if I am talking to somebody and I don't see it going anywhere I will let them know, no need to string things along...or if for some reason the nature of our friendship is quite casual....guess what I am open and real about that as well. idk just fed up....

jus sayin....

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Womanly Rituals







SO I went out to the club last nite and my fit was FIERCE! And my pumps were hot and went with the outfit quite well, but my homegirl and i literally had to dance and sit in segments...not cause we were tired but because of the ongoing foot pain. I admire the women that wear flats to the club...I know they are a million times more comfortable than I....but its something about being in heels that makes you feel so diva like, so empowering and so very sexy. I adore it and I feel those are our common mating calls of the day of some sorts....come on men admit...theres nothing like seeing a sexy lady in some heels so basically we go through pain due to our obsession with image. I mean I recall other cultures doing different painful rituals for the attraction of the opposite sex so in essence it is a timeless obligation for us women go through that will never end.... jus sayin...

Friday, August 14, 2009

THIS SHOW ROCKS



watch this:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=92znpSXelJ8&feature=PlayList&p=7256EE3635322C32&playnext=1&playnext_from=PL&index=3

One of my many opinions on men

Disclaimer: If you are on bullsh*t, (you folks know who you are), please please please stop wasting my time all acting like you wanna know me n shit, you know the type, I wanna get to know you for you and all this other cake shit, when essentially its just sugarcoated bullshit being spoonfed to me. I am disgusted like at my wits end with continual occurances, I've come to the conclusion there are three or four types of men;

1) the guy that is blatantly honest and upfront about his intentions, sometimes viewed as an asshole,dog,mean all that negative shit (not my fav but i respect his honesty)!

2) the fake as muhfucka who all cake it and act nice n shit to meet his objective, because he feels he has to feed you sugarcoated bullshit to get his point across (wrong: honesty is still the best policy).

3) the nice guy, this is a guy who is genuinely sincere and honest and not on bullshit, he is unfortunately overlooked

4) the combo guy, this dude is like woah, hes a brain ninja, hes nice, charismatic makes you feel like you are the most important person ever, but hes the most lowdown snakiest (maybe made that word up) just trifling, ignorant just uck! but hes so smooth it takes a while for you to see it.

so with that said idfk, im not trying to rip on men cause i know as a woman i have many flaws all my own, but i try every day to be a real upfront genuine person. i have lapses in my judgement and my niceness (another made up word) I admitt but dammit i try and it sucks being nice and just ugh, the above details were concluded after much research, i am sure i missed a couple of other types of guys but thats what i have thus far...