Preoccupied

So I have had a crush on this guy lets say about 5 years? Ok, maybe 4, but anyway I have liked him for so long all my friends know him and everything.... When I used to party like a rockstar I used to spot him ALL of the time. I would make googly eyes and shit but I never had the nerve to talk to him. In all honesty I guess I'm so vain I figured he needed to be tryin to holla at me anyway. But I digress, I always thought he was so handsome and with a hood edge which I love. Dude never once gave me the slightest indication of any interest on his part. So lets fast-forward 4 years to the bar where I work. I see HIM. Apparently he frequents this establishment, he knows ppl, dappin ninjas up and everything. So I immediately get shy and try my best not to stare. Even when I see him talkin to basic azz broads I'm crushin hard like a 15 year old. So, said gentlemen stops coming by so often, makes me very sad however I have a huge imagination and come up with the idea that he hates me. What else am I to think? He stops coming around, never orders a drink from me, never looks my way. The random times he does come in and I'm working he leaves right back out! Call me Ms. Pitiful. Well about 2 nites ago he graces me with his fine presence and proceeds to actually talk to me! As you may guess, I damn near pissed my panties, but wait then he says: he.likes.me. WTF? I haven't seen him since then, but dammit I have been on cloud 9 ever since. Ok, I know he may like my shirt, waitressing skills, shoes, etc. I took it as he wants me to be his baby mama! Presumptuous? Yes. Delusional? Affirmative. But what is a girl to do.

Seabreeze #2

Uggh, I hope this dealership has loaner cars, I don't feel like being in the country all day....

Weekend

Had a pretty great weekend. Was able to pursue some of the good wood with an old flame. Had to chant "he will not win" over and over in my head, however it was totally worth it. I was too exhausted to even see earlier, of course now my energy is back in abundance at this unladylike hour.... Maybe I'll give this guy another shot, lets call him Hence: Charming, he's always been a great catch "on paper" but seriously has the Young Money syndrome, literally and physically wants to fuck every girl in the world. Mon dieu.

Hairstory

Why are there so many blogs out there for natural hair chicks?  I mean, they've got some fly tips and all, but what about all the sisters out there with short, relaxed hair?  Are we forgotten?  I am just as serious about my strands (even though they're bout an inch long) and I'd like to get some tips and tricks as well.  I have a stylist who is perfect with the cuts, but I am a product junkie/whore who prefers to care for my hair myself.  And no, I don't need help on how to grow it longer, I know how to do that already.  I just like product tips, styles, and how-to's...sigh

Blood isn't thicker than water?

So I was raised being close to my family, but now I can really say that I don't like them too much.  Actually, not at all.  I still love them, and not because I have to; I sincerely with them an abundance of blessings, however my associations with them leave me mentally and physically drained.   If you don't have anything in common with your relatives besides blood, do you really have to talk to them?  I mean, what am I missing out on?  Selfishness, check.  Tactlessness, check.  The list can go on for days.  In so many ways, they have proven to be selfish and unreliable in the extreme.  I make tremendous efforts to be a better person and exhibit positive traits and I strive to treat people the way I want to be treated.  I used to always wonder about other family members who would 'cut' everyone off, and do them, but now I can undoubtedly see the logic.  I really think that I can continue to become a better person without the negativity of these people in my life.  So now, time to move on and up!

"It is easy to be independent when you've got money. But to be independent when you haven't got a thing, thats the Lord's test." -Mahalia Jackson

I heart my Macbook

I'm really just wondering why it took me so long to crawl from under that PC rock.  If my Macbook was a able to give me that 5 carat rock I want, I would consider marrying it....  It's alot more dependable than my last 3 boyfriends.