SexyCool Uncut

Fuck 2008! Yeah, I said it!

I'm kicking the doors down on 2009. I'm delighted as shit to see 2008 out this bitch. And, I gladly left all the bullshit behind. Along with a no good mphcka and of lot of extra baggage that freed up a lot of space in my life.

For 2009, I am done with - BNB - bitch.assness and bullshit, regardless of what form in comes in. So, whether you bring me BNB intentionally or it just happens to fall over into our shit like a vase getting knocked off a pedestal, I am liable to fuck you up.

Not physically, cause I'm not a violent chick, but verbally, I'ma HAVE to go up one side of your ass and come down the other in order to set you straight.

Yep, 2009 - you will experience SexyCool Uncut!!!

And you will be LOVING me, bytches...

lol...

Feliz Navi-NOT!!!

I opted out of Christmas this year. This is probably due to a combination of things.

1) The media has been reporting that we are in a recession.

2) I just broke up with my live in of three years after finally catching him out with another chick. (And no, I was not out looking for him. I was giving a friend a ride. Catching him in his bullshit must have been my early Christmas gift from the Universe - I'll take it.)

3) I have come to resist consumer driven holidays.

4) I don't NEED anything. Of course, I can always upgrade on things that I already own. And who can't use yet another pair of boots or another pair of really great jeans.

5) I am really lazy right now.

6) Follow up to #2, aforementioned shithead stuck me with all of this month's bills, which I had the money to cover, it just wasn't budgeted that way. Oh well...

As such, it is 1004p on Christmas eve and I am sitting here reading other's blogs and watching Ice Age on the FX because my plans for the evening fell through. And while I could 'get cute and go somewhere and be cute', tonight, I just wanna chill.

Oh and for dude that is calling me, telling me that he is getting off shortly, trying to score a Christmas eve invite over to the crib - that is so NOT happening.

Living Single

We are living singllllleeee....check, check, check it out.

Update. That single thing was off. There was supposed to be a reconciliation. In fact, it came up the day after my last post celebrating singleDOM.

Well, didn't work.

Exactly three months later, single is back on.

And truly.......

I........

AM........

LOVING.........

IT!!!!!!!!

Sangin' Like My Name is Trina

Single Again, Back on the Prowl....

Okay, well maybe not quite back on the prowl, but certainly single again. AND LOVING IT!!!

And no, that's not something that I'm just telling myself as a desperate, lonely chick. I really had forgotten how comfortable being a single person is for me.

As you can see, I've not been updating with any regularity. Not since January. Well, it was right around that time that the issues with the S.O. and I began to come to a head. And for SEVERAL months, we went back and forth over the issues (and there were several - all related).

At any rate, I'm back to ENJOYING life and focusing on myself and my goals and my plans for big success.

Thanks for joining me for the ride!!!

View from My Window

Um, yesterday....it snowed in Atlanta.

Did you hear me? Do I need to repeat myself?

It SNOWED in Atlanta. That's like south of the Mason Dixon Line. It doesn't snow in the South. Or it shouldn't. That's kinda like Hell freezing over. Or maybe not. Shocking as it may have been, this is the view from my patio. I stuck my head outside the door for about two seconds and snapped this shot with my camera phone. It's kinda pretty.

I actually LOVE snow. I enjoy looking at pictures of it and seeing it on television and watching people make snowmen on postcards and think I'd be a pretty decent skier if I could stand up long enough to make it down a slope on the blasted slippery things. I even like shaking up the water in the snow globes to watch the snow peacefully float to the bottom of the globes that I collect.

However, I don't too much care for seeing it outside my window. I don't like sweeping it off my truck. I have no desire to make snow angels or snow men. I'm sure it has something to do with the freezing temperatures that accompany snow - hence the title - frozen participation.

Did I mention it was colder than a polar bear's toenails?