Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Rest in Peace Shaniya


I am so hurt by this story. Yes, I know people (including mothers) have killed their children and abuse their children.

Yet, the thought of someone selling their child so some grown man can have sex with her is so heart-wrenching.

I can't even imagine what this baby's last thoughts were.



Wednesday, November 11, 2009

You Ain't Lying

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.

Neil Gaiman quotes

Sunday, November 8, 2009

It's Killing Me





This song has been playing constantly in my house for days now. Oh, I give it a break and let something else play, but right now this song has my mind, body, and soul. As-a-matter-of-fact, as I type this, it has been playing on repeat and has played at least twelve times (I know my neighbors are thinking of forming a lynch mob).

It is not because I am down-hearted because my man has cheated on me, as that is what the song is about. No, it is because of understanding, I feel when listening to the lyrics and the music. . . . it fills me with sentiment. The beat stirs my mind.

Laying in the dark, so many thoughts flood my mind.

"I know you messing around, but who the hell else is gonna hold me down"

Why is my friend staying with a man who is doing this exact thing to her. Even when the girl showed up at the house to tell her that, him and her were still together. Even after she told me she feels more like his room mate then lover. There is no trust. He went out of town . . with who. That she hates him, yet she loves him. Who else does she have? What about the children?

"A part of me wants to leave, but the other side still believes"

Oh my goodness, why can I understand this song so well?
If he calls me one more name. If he points out one more flaw. If he makes me feel inadequate one more time.
Why can't he love me the way I imagine I should be loved. Maybe I have watched to many movies. Maybe I need to quit believing in those damn fairytale endings.

"And it kills me to know how much I really love you
So much I wanna ooh hoo ohh to you hoo hoo"

I adore that man. I love him so much. I just want him to wrap me up in his arms and I'll know things will work out. His strong, strong, strong arms. Lay my head on his chest. Touch his warm skin. Massage his muscles. Rub his back. Open my thighs . . .

"I don't need to be on my own
But I love this man
But some things I just can't stand ohhhh"

Why is it every time I give him another piece of my heart . . . he reacts as if it is no big deal? Doesn't he understand what I am handing to him? How much damage he could cause to me? The state of mind he has me in? No, he is f*cking oblivious to it. Or maybe he could just care less.

"To think it's gonna work this time Oohh a part of me wants to leave but the other half still believes"

Girl, quit over reacting! You are so sensitive sometimes. He didn't mean anything. So, what if he talked down to you yesterday. At least he only wants you. I think?

"And it kills me to know how much I really love you
So much I wanna ooh hoo ohh to you hoo hoo"




Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Organization

At this moment, even as I type this, my life and everything around me is very disorganized.

My room, that room, this room, my desk, my computer, my files, my bookshelf, my purse, my papers, my thoughts. . . the list goes on.

So, I am taking this weekend to organize everything. Top to bottom and all in between.
Too bad , that isn't for four more days.
So for the next four days I am officially trifling.

I am hoping this cleaning and organizing will help me get back on the path to . . . being on top of things.

A clean house is a clean mind.

At this moment, I am making little notes and lists of thing to pay particular attention to.

Besides, cleaning and organizing . . .I am making myself a calender to live/work by.

I have so much work in front of me. . .and there are deadlines on some of these and those with no deadline soon still need completed. There is research, writing, cleaning, blogging . . . I am hoping a schedule will help take away the overwhelmed feelings.

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On another note. . .

I need a good survey or activity to do.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Come and talk to me

How easy is it for you to talk dirty to someone?


I mean over the phone.

Is it easy for you to tell someone want you want them to do to you or want you would like to do to them?

Personally, I get shy and tongue tied.

How do I overcome it?

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