You Can't Do Me!

I find it extremely humorous that I left part of my life, job, and apartment in Atlanta, moved back in with my parents in Houston, yet and still......my haters continue rising. Who'd have thunk it? LOL

People kill me always placing themselves in my fuckin business. "How she still shopping, partying, going out to eat, spending cheddar, and NOT looking for a job...yet she's still living the same lifestyle! When is she going to get a job?" The first opportunity these fuckers get to make a negative comment about what's going on over here, they are on top of it like white on rice. I'm about ready to start cursing muthafuckas out until I realize their nasty comments are because they can't do what I do! You can't do me!!!! Stop trying, stop hating....look, learn and watch how it's done. Bitches need to stop worrying about my bank account and spend more time increasing their own! The ONLY reason I'm living with my parents is because I'm stacking my cheddar for a VERY nice down payment on my house. I stack my paper, always have, always will! The one thing I'll never be is broke! So pretty much mind your own fuckin business and don't worry about what's going on over here...I GOT THIS!

....and because everyone always asks the same question, I'll go ahead and answer it. I left Atlanta because after 5 years, it was time! Really for the past year, the only thing keeping me there was my lover. I'm not sure I'll ever publicly say the entire reason that I severed ties with him but the fact that we were no more, kinda pushed me to pack up. My apartment was broken into around Christmas, I definitely knew I was moving complexes if nothing else. When it came time to decide...I decided to move back home, go back to school for an advanced degree, buy a house and settle down. So here I am. Home sweet home...

Motherfuckers Always Want Something For Nothing

Wow, so having riots & camping out 2 days for Section 8 housing APPLICATIONS is what's hot in the streets right now? I was so pissed when I saw this video. It made me many moons past happy that I no longer live in the A! How embarassing, as an African American to see such utter display of niggatry. This is why I sometimes have great disdain for being black. I like how the media showed one isolated white woman in efforts to dismiss comments regarding a racist propaganda that could have been potentially thrown at them.

Regardless, it was mainly "them," "those kind of blacks," or the one lone "trailer park trash," they showed, "them" because I do not relate to this people. "These people" make me sick to my stomach! Pushing, shoving, grabbing, begging, rocking vehicles over a damn application! Every last one of the freeloaders in this country, regardless of race, that take advantage of the system. Those that sit on the asses content with the government, the government I pay taxes to, taking care of them and their kids. The same government that hasn't ever given me any kind of assistance, not at birth, not as a child, not as an adult. The same government that takes 25% of my income for bullshit I will never benefit from.

As a child, my parents weren't well off by any stretch of the imagination but my dad worked hard. He worked two jobs for a long while as I was growing up. He'd run in the house from one, change clothes & out the door for the other in 10 mins. He didn't have a degree at the time, but he didn't sit on his ass just because he couldn't command (X) amount of dollars. No, he realized he had a stay at home wife with two kids, so he got off his ass!!!!

So fuck these freeloaders, put the same amount of effort into going to work every fucking day like the rest of us, or working 2 jobs to get ahead. You are nothing more than a living piece of shit if you continue having kids that you cannot afford and use them as pawns for a monthly check/stipend/voucher that you didn't do a damn thing to earn.

My mind can't even begin to wrap around the idea of wanting to live like this, or even just being content doing so. I'd be willing to bet 95% of the people out there begging are able bodied. Why not want more for your life? Oh that's right, you want fake LV bags, Coach purses, platinum grills, Wii consoles, iphones, the hottest shoe on the market, to hook up your raggedy car with the biggest, shiniest rims...name brand EVERYTHING but want the government (i.e. myself and the rest of the hard working citizens that fund it) to pay for your housing and food!

Now I don't mean to belittle anyone who sincerely needs government assistance. And I know everyone's situation and needs aren't the same or can be generalized in a statement. I realize the economy is fucked up but use it for a leg up, not dependent upon it! Camping out 2 days for a housing application, a 2 pg document, is some bullshit! Take your ass to work! I, more understand assistance for child-care WHILE you work rather than sitting on your ass not working just so you can continue getting assistance!

Thank you media, for highlighting all of this bullshit. Thank you WSHH for posting all the stupid shit ghetto black people engage in. And a special thanks to those who engage in such niggatry, for making it harder and harder for the rest of us to overcome these stereotypes upon first impressions.

Everyone's Getting a Tumblr...

*JuiceeShrug* I started to jump on the tumblr bandwagon but why? I ♥ my blogspot and it's neglected enough as is. Indeed, some trends are to be ignored!

I was reading over my previous posts, as I tend to do when my last entry has been many moons prior. And Oh-My-God so much of my life has changed. Hardly anything about it, is the same from 6 months ago. Let's see, I no longer live in Atlanta, I completely and utterly washed my hands of a four year "intimate-ship" with my lover, and I don't have any source of income since I left my job to move back to Texas!

Change is good....most days!

I'm No Sissy But....

This just broke my heart. Just because the media no longer beat us upside the head with military stories and deaths, doesn't mean we can go about our civilian lives with no regard to those whom are affected. I'm guilty of this and this photo brought me back to the reality that people are still being deployed in the thousands and an equal number of families are affected by it.

As reported by Vince Lattanzio of NBC Philadelphia, "A family photo that shows a little girl beside her father and his fellow soldiers in uniform as they prepare to go to war has resonated well beyond the tight knit Bennethum clan.

Four-year-old Paige Bennethum really, really didn't want her daddy to go to Iraq.

So much so, that when Army Reservist Staff Sgt. Brett Bennethum lined up in formation at his deployment this July, she couldn't let go. "



"No one had the heart to pull her away."

I'm no sissy but how could this not tug at your heart strings. The heart of a child is one of the most purest, honest, and loving things in existence. Pain and sadness should be no where in the picture.

I Can't Say Yes Until He Asks.....

I'm sitting here watching Say Yes To The Dress. I'm not gonna lie, sometimes I think about myself, envisioning shopping for my own wedding dress. Mom & Dad in tow and tearing up when I'm trying on dress after dress after dress, from Barbie to Cinderella to even a mermaid style. They probably won't really tear up but this is MY fantasy damnit! And fantasy indeed it seems.

I've always wanted to give my Dad the son he never had, first with my husband that he just adores and second with a grandson, one that he loves even more than me! OK so maybe I've wavered back and forth on the grandson but as I get older, I want it ALL. I want the husband that loves me just as much, if not more than himself, the 2.5 kids, 5 BR home, luxury car in the garage, career that I love.

But as I look over my relationships, past and current, I realize I've never been close to marriage. Never been close to having that life, the supposedly "natural" progression that occurs after you've matured. You go to school, graduate, start your career, then you find someone you love, get married and have kids.

Isn't that how you're taught it's supposed to go? What happened to that? Why are people not settling down until they are 40+, needing 18+ years after getting a degree to settle down? Or having kids and never getting married (not that that is an ideal reason to get married if there is no love but you didn't have all these "that's my baby daddy/mama" situations in excess as we do today).

My parents have said it doesn't matter not having a son-in-law or any more grandchildren but I don't think they'll feel the same way once they start to feel "old". I sometimes feel like I'm being judged, even by my parents. Dating, but never getting far enough in a relationship to want to bring him around my family. Where is this man for me and only me? I don't need to be attractive to and in the opinion of many men, just the one intended for me! I want to be asked because...

I Can't Say Yes Until He Asks!!!

Dead Flame

Mentally, I know that dating is a numbers game.

Emotionally, not so much.

I thought I met a nice guy FOR A CHANGE:



A. Tall
B. Cute
C. Too serious though blah :-/
D. Degree & employed
E. NO KIDS!!!! (no offense to the parents but finding a man 30+ these days with no kids is like actual skittles falling out the damn sky).

We went on a few dates, I liked him and I thought the feeling was mutual. Our dates were further apart than normal being he traveled for work 100% of the time. So needless to say, phone conversations, lots of BB messenger conversations occurred between us.

We "hooked up" once, if you can even call it that. Neither one of us hit the plateau b/c he lost momentum, if you get my drift. I was incredibly disappointed having built up to this moment and it turned out completely wrong and lasting 5 minutes! But having become fond of the guy, I wasn't going to implement my first impression rule, "get it right the first time or you'll never get it again" into the situation.

And then the issues began or he stopped hiding them....he ceased calling, no BBM(s)...should I really have to "ask" you to call? Doesn't take long for me to get the picture, I will chase no man. I approached him with it and got a dumb ass excuse about him going through some shit. Ok, I'll give you some space. And I did, lots of it. Honestly I didnt believe that bullshit with any ounce of me. What I do believe is that he couldn't be a man about the situation. You're not interested anymore, say it! Don't play games...it's worse!

Well of course, we no longer speak at all. I'm tempted to delete him from my facebook and BBM but I haven't as of yet.

Some days it bothers me that I don't know why he flipped the script, other days I couldn't give a shit.

One Is The Loneliest Number That You'll Ever Do

Some time ago, I vowed to cease sharing my intimate emotions on my blog anymore. It only took one time for some know it all to throw my writings in my face, to assume they knew the full plot because I gave you a scene. To remember it, still utterly annoys me. But I've decided to say a big fuck you, kiss my ass to them and any other judgmental prick that reads my journal. I'm gonna say and do whatever the fuck I want on MY blog, keyword: MY. You don't like it, think it's depressing, well get to x'ing my dear, I DON'T GIVE A DAMN!

Every now and again, I seem to slip into this dark closet. No other inhabitants, just myself and my thoughts. This closet engulfs me and I surrender my happiness to it, if only for a short period of time. Here recently, this closet has welcomed me with open arms and I've walked in willingly. While inhabiting this place, I feel like I'm on a journey of one, no companionship, no REAL friends, no one to be emotionally naked with and be neither ashamed nor afraid.

I question the people around me and while my judgment is probably marginally clouded, I begin to also see them for what they are worth. Frankly its not much. Sometimes I feel the people in my life are nothing more than seat fillers, brought together only by the mutual desire to experience new things in a city that is not native to most of us and more importantly to not do it alone. As long as I've lived in Atlanta, I can't pinpoint one person that I'll probably be friends with long after I move back home. Which will probably be soon as I feel I've experienced enough here and it's time to move on, move to where I'm loved for it is surely not here.

I question the man I've been intimate with off and on for 3 years now. Here lately, I feel like he believes he's entitled (or has earned the right) to walk in my house, entertain me in front of the tv for an hour or two before I am to invite him into my bedroom. I've played this game with him all of this year. The amount of outings we've been on in 2009 hmmm I can't even recall but it hasn't been that many in comparison to prior years. Perhaps he's taken up with another party. I really wouldn't be surprised. I've told him how I felt, but it seems to be of no avail. I've even decided to break it off but even that seems to be futile as we've played this off and on game so much, it all seems meaningless. I'm waiting for the God-send, the man that comes along and loves me as I deserve to be loved. And still, I wait. Thankfully I'm not holding my breath, as I would have long perished many moons ago.

One Is The LONELIEST Number.....

And I am ONE.

BABS & Steve McNair

Lawd I think I've heard so many people make negative comments about Steve McNair's death that I'm considering openly admitting to wanting to shoot THEM in the head. If I hear one more damn person say he got what he deserved, I think I'm just gon slap the hell out of them if they are in arm's length (just like the mama did on that Martin Lawrence flick "Nothing to Lose").

Who the fuck gave you authority over life or death? Are you, yourself, that pure in nature and heart that you haven't done anything people would judge negatively? Look at your own demons, work on them because for you to say some fucked up shit like that, means you have plenty of them.

Observation: I've heard more than a fair share of women saying this. He cheated & lied on/to his wife, he deserved what he got. WTF kinda logic is that? If someone DESERVED to get shot twice in both the head & chest for lying and/or cheating, would there be any fucking men alive? Deciding to stand back and read or listen to these women vs. debating, I've noticed a trend. I've coined these females BABs - Bitter Ass Broads!!! They are nothing more than women who've been cheated on, lied to and dogged out (I don't mean to generalize here, surely we know this doesn't apply to all of them). But honey we've all been there but no one deserves to die because they are unfaithful to their spouse. What fuckin planet do you exist on? There are far worse crimes. I'm not belittling the act of adultery but to be comfortable with saying its punishment should be death probably means you have A LOT of baggage from the men in your past.

Bag lady, you gon hurt your back....dragging all them bags like that!!!

I honestly don't see how anyone (male or female) can justify this statement. Was Steve McNair wrong? Hell yeah...he cheated on his wife, he hooked up with a mentally disturbed young girl, he probably made a hundred and one promises to this nut. He was MORALLY wrong, sure....but can you really judge unless you're the one being cheated on.

Did he deserve to get killed over a bad decision...hell no!!! And if you think so, fuck you and maybe you'll die when you make them since you seem to think that's an appropriate punishment. *Woo saaa* I don't wish death on anyone and that's not the point here. He didn't kill anyone, he didn't molest a child...he had an affair, nothing more, nothing less.

Maybe, just maybe you'll stop being an asshole and have sympathy for a wife, 4 kids & the rest of his family that will never see him again because of that bad decision. No other commentary needed from you or I.

Peace

Final Goodbye

Gone too soon!!!

It's just something about knowing that Michael Jackson is no longer with us. I can't really explain it. On any ordinary day, who thinks about a celebrity. I surely do not, not even R. Kelly and if you know me, you know I love me some Kells. But I think this MJ thing has touched my heart more than I'd like to admit. I've shed a few tears, just knowing he's gone and especially after seeing Paris say her few words. How can the pain of a child not affect you?

Sharpton said some good words. Of course something that stands out, saying that there was nothing strange about MJ, it was strange what he had to deal with. I agree and disagree. As much as I love MJ, he was "strange" to us. I think he was strange because of what he had to deal with in life. I'm sure he was a much different person around people he was comfortable around, especially being so shy. I can't judge the life he lived, the way the media and papparazzi hound people, I don't really see how they could be considered "normal" after dealing with that shit everyday.

I probably wouldn't have thought about MJ for the remainder of the year but we knew he was somewhere living, planning, hopefully recording a record and channeling the MJ we all came to love. Now I know it's not even possible, won't ever happen...it's something about it being so FINAL that's bothering me.

What About Your Friends? RIP Michael Jackson

Oh my, how time escapes me and once again I've neglected my blog. Really, how long does it take to release some thoughts? And it can be so incredibly healthy for your mental!!! Dealing with turning 30, friends, lovers, career moves, & lastly Michael Jackson passing away...my mental needs some relief honey!

Ok, so this is the first blog post created since I've been 30. Went to Las Vegas, had a drunken blast, back home and really I swear enlightenment came. I can't say the light bulb just came on, but I realize now, I don't have time to waste on things and people that aren't in line with where I'm at or more importantly, where I'm going.

Friends...what an interesting concept. Truly, everyone you hang out with, have deep discussions, shop, share secrets with, and all of that bullshit, STILL doesn't a friend make. Some people really don't have your best interest at heart. You know this, you aren't blind to this but a couple people disguised themselves so good, I was hoodwinked.

Well honey, I've officially decided to get my GROWN woman on and deal with people as needed.

I'm fed up listening to your stories about people, friends, and situations I really couldn't give a rat's ass about, only to find when I need to share and get shit off my chest, you seem disinterested, don't inquire, cut me off, change the subject. You go out with other "friends", only to tell me about it after the fact and say, oh if I'd known you were free, I would have invited you. Well how many times do you feel that excuse is relevant? I could go on with a couple of bullshit ass moves this person has pulled that clearly doesn't read as being a friend, but I'll spare y'all. TRUST, it goes on.

At any rate, I'm tired of dealing with people I'm not sure if you're 100% here for my friendship or if you just want someone to listen to your bullshit ass whiny problems, or someone you want to bring down because you're so fuckin jealous of what you think I have in my bank account or what's going on over here, no bragging, stating!

I wash my hands of all you motherfuckers, present and future. I don't have time to be wasting on you anymore!!! You are officially dismissed and I'm not the least be fazed about it!

RIP KING OF POP - I love you and am more than grateful to have experienced your music as you released it. We are thankful we can forever cherish it and our fond memories of your performances!

ma ma se, ma ma sa, ma ma coo sa, ma ma se, ma ma sa, ma ma coo sa!

2 Tricks, 1 Airline

Just slap me if I EVER decide to take a 5:45 am flight again! Being that it takes 45 mins to get to Intercontinental Airport Houston (I'm not calling that shit Bush in this lifetime...named after the daddy and not his sorry ass spawn, I still don't give a damn) from the burbs, we ended up leaving 10 mins behind schedule, and moms wanted to go back b/c she forgot her lunch (luckily we didn't)....it would have been more drama than I already had when we finally made it to the airport.

Usually my mom wants to do a super long goodbye in the drop off, this time...I said *smooches, bye*...as it was 25 mins til my flight was due to take off. We got there and had a WTF moment since all these folks was at the damn airport, like fa real..it's 5:15, go home...get back in the bed and make the 8 am flights. (Forgot it was Spring Break time...UGH)

Anyway, I had checked in DELTA online the night before, but the printer was out and I had no boarding pass. The line was semi-crazy inside with only about 4 self check in computers. Like WTF? Why do y'all just have this little ass space for this big ass airline. I know Continental Airlines is the major Houston hub but this is just GATDAMN ridiculous! So I busted my way through after about 5 mins and the damn machine wouldn't print my pass because my flight was 20 minutes away. I had to scream to the lady to finally get her damn attention. She reads the screen and was like you missed your flight, you have to check in at least 30 mins. I have checked in already (you can check in on your mobile nowadays btw) but I don't have a pass. I must have told this lady this 3 times while she's going back and forth with me so busy on what she was saying she didn't hear me tell her stupid ass I HAD ALREADY CHECKED IN (that's when I had to scream it).

Oh but Senorita Maria had to get in more words when she decided to go ahead and print out my boarding pass which took all of 3 seconds. Had she done that shit when I first told her, I would have been in security (which is where we'll find the second trick but that's later). While printing my pass, she goes...well I can't take any luggage...I told her well good because I don't have any I want to check in (for $30 bucks RT, bitch please). So as I was taking my boarding pass, this biatch just had to say something else. Well we can't guarantee they are gonna hold your seat...HEIFER just give me this gotdamn pass and STFU! I just walked off into the land of security.

So I'm taking my shoes off as I wait to get my license checked because it's about 5:30 now (you know you have to be at the gate 15 mins prior). I'm sweating and stressing cuz Lawd I don't wanna miss this flight, have to sit in the airport a cpl hours and pay some ridiculous fee to jump on board another plane. So I'm putting my stuff on the mechanical thing and I'm looking at the clock...thinking Lord I gotta step out my comfort zone and ask to jump ahead. So the first person I do it with just happens to look like me (I pointed out Maria, guess I gotta point out Juanita too).

She is packing a shit load of bags she still has tied together, I can't wait behind her. So I looked at her, desperate eyes, emotions, facial expressions...ma'am do you mind if I jump in front of you, I'm running sooooooooo late for my plane. She looks at me and says, "well we are the crew, we gotta make the plane too"......*wow* for real, ok. Thinking in my head, bitch YOU the crew, that's even better, the fucking plane CAN'T leave without you but that bitch will surely leave my black ass without hesitation. For some reason, after her bitchy ass comment, she lets me go in front of her. I didn't need the lecture, certainly didn't recognize you as "crew" with this big ass sweater on.....but you ain't sweating this line so most likely your shit ain't leaving in 15 minutes.

I got out of security in about 4 mins, didn't even bother to put my shoes back on so I'm hauling ass barefoot through this damn airport. There was a line of ppl waiting at the gate and probably about 10 more that came after me. It was a mess, I was sweating buckets but I did manage to make the flight but not before getting on some serious Fawk Delta's customer service. I've always been loyal to Continental who have waaaaaaaaaay more than 4 funky computers for self check-in in all the cities I've flown to. I flew Delta going to NYC last October and liked it so I decided to fly home and try them again. Yeah I'll pass this time and not just for the rudeness of these two ppl but for the fact that it wasn't much difference in the planes as with my trip to NYC.

And if you're wondering, I normally arrive 30-45 mins b4 my flight b/c usually I'm just dropping off my luggage or simply going through security which is typically a breeze through in Houston and Atlanta (when flying CONTINENAL).

Madea Goes To Jail - Review (NO SPOILERS)

I get to work and naturally, working among a bunch of niglets, this is the talk of the morning.

"Ohhhh I loved it"
"OMG it was so good and funny"
"Keshia played that part"

Ok people, grab a seat if you agree with the above because my review is going to make some of y'all faint! LOL but hopefully it's not that serious for you.

I thought the movie was......*drumroll please*.........JUST OK!

I won't give away any significant detailed information but I'd have much rather seen a movie dedicated more to the title than captain save-a-hoe! I chuckled a few times but frankly I've seen better when it comes to Tyler Perry's movies. Regarding Keisha's performance, I wasn't even thinking about Rudy Huxtable, yet in still, her performance in this role was lackluster and not convincing especially since we really did not see her turn any tricks! A prostitute passing up 3 johns in one night....come on!?!?!?!

Would I recommend people go see it? Maybe, but I definitely wouldn't rush....I'm all for supportinng "family" but this was 'wait to DVD that someone else purchased' material for me!

I will forever love me some straight talking, non-apologizing Madea though....

HOUSEWIFE FANTASY

I had a taste of what it would be like to be a housewife this morning. I spent the night at my INsignificant other of two.five years' house and laid in the bed while he was up getting ready for work!

OMG I loved it....the idea of not having anywhere to go! That he would leave and I would have the house to myself, not rushed to get out the door, no fighting traffic congestion, no dealing with coworkers and managers that I can't stand & annoying clients! I imagine unless you marry rich, it comes with cleaning, cooking and washing clothes (not sure I can get with that shit EVERYDAY) but to not work, I know it would be my portion of maintaining the household.

It actually made me want to be a housewife, I'm incredibly serious right now. I've often wondered how women with advanced degrees give up the working world to stay home and raise kids but after getting a taste, I want to get married and give it up too! (sans the kids, I'll surely pass on them). As long as my husband is pulling in a GREAT salary and mine, while nice, won't be missed as much.

But alas, F-A-N-T-A-S-Y is the keyword here.....back to reality, because now my ass is sitting at work my damn self and not even close to finding a spouse!

A-D-D-I-C-T-I-O-N

primarily internet addiction.

I'm an addict! I freely admit it...(que IAA (Internet Addiction Anonymous) Meeting introduction)...

"Hi, I'm Tisha also known as JuiceeGaPeach, aka naughtyjuiceepeach, aka houstonbunny25, aka TxBlueBonnet2JuiceeGaPeach aka miss_tish etc. etc....and CLEARLY I'm addicted to the internet"

......(que fellow addiction members) "Hiiiiiiiiii person with 10 online aliases"

I first learned of the many joys of the internet as a senior in high school. I remember the days where we'd all be in the library on the computers waiting for the bell to ring. No Myspace/Facebook then but I remember chatting it up with other school age kids. The same behavior followed me to college. Who doesn't remember collegeclub.com?!?! Does it still exist? It was a way for many of us to stay connected with old classmates as well as get to know other students all around the world.

Fast forward post graduation and the dawn of a million and FIVE social networking sites! Many of which I've joined, unjoined, still currently log in to. Add constant checking of the email (before I bought a Blackberry), chatting, paying bills, checking my bank statements......everyday! Some days I'd rather stay at home next to my laptop and movie collection than go out with friends.

I'm addicted and I'm ashamed!

I don't need 12 steps to fix this addiction.......

I just need to......

RECOGNIZING B-L-E-S-S-I-N-G-S!!!

I admit, I didn't instantly recognize the blessing I foresee in this new boss I'm getting at work. She works for the "sister" company and I began to think how difficult some of their people are to deal with. And quite frankly, I didn't want a boss that was in another state.

One could say I had a delayed reaction in realizing the beauty of the situation. For one, as strange as this may sound, it may actually encourage me to start getting to work on time (insert a Praise Jesus sign from a couple of people that hate I keep hours worse than a banker). Because they are in another state, they are known to sometimes call people in the morning (as so I've heard from others in my office). I admit to taking advantage of the lackadaisical attitude that my current boss has. That is one of the things I really was going to miss but frankly, it's more productive to have a boss that has your back. My current one is way too lax, doesn't keep up with what is needed and doesn't know any more (frankly he knows less) than I. That creates frustrations when you need assistance and guidance in dealing with atypical situations.

An added bonus is I will be washing my hands of the tasks that irritate me the most. I'm passing them on to the slacker of the team and once I've taught her, I'm not going to entertain too many follow up questions. I've carried the weight of the team for so long, with them knowing full well and not caring! They've ALWAYS come to me as if she didn't exist two cubicles away. Now they don't have that option *insert evil laugh*

I've had dealings with my new boss in the past, I hope it continues to be as nice and friendly.

I thank God for recognizing this blessing as I drove in to work this morning feeling beyond fabulous. So often you're clouded by negative aspects of situations that you never see the sun peaking its rays on you. Let me put on my shades and enjoy the warmth.....

C-H-A-N-G-E

I wish I could say I love change but I don't!

I only love those that I decide for myself.

NOT those decided for me......

That's not change but inconvenience!

Get To Know A Little More About Juicee.....

Be honest, who have you texted today?
no one at all; just been tweeting on my blackberry all day www.twitter.com/juiceegapeach

This time last year, can you remember who you liked?
nope…clearly nobody promising

What is something that you realized today?
that I dislike my job tremendously, hate Mondays…would rather be out to lunch with friends being carefree….but I’ve always known that

Two days from now this time, where will you be?
sadly, the same place I am now, at work for a dollar

Do you think anyone has feelings for you?
idk, probably not :o(

Who was the first person you talked to today?
Thevenn – a coworker

How late did you stay up last night?
2am, maybe 3

Do you smoke weed everyday?
lol

Could you go a month without cursing?
nah, but why would I? I love those colorful words

Have you ever ridden a horse?
I would never torture an animal like that!

You can only drink ONE liquid for the rest of your life, what is it?
Pepsi if I could live off of it alone

Are you anything like you were at this point last year?
yes…too much like it honestly, just a little wiser and richer

Have you lost contact with someone you wish you didn't?
Yeah my friend Kelly but that was on her! I’m not gonna keep asking you to hang out and you keep saying you have things to do. Oh well…moving on!

Who are your favorite people to talk to when you’re down?
my mom

When's the last time you talked with the opposite sex on the phone?
hmm y’day with my dad but that’s probably not what u wanted to hear

What do you miss?
my sanity the most

Do you think you are a good person?
indeed I am

Do you miss the way things used to be?
nope, I want things to be better in the current

Would you ever live with anyone on your top friends?
nope cuz we’d get on each other’s nerves and cease being my friends

Are you a patient person?
most of the time, no!!!!!!

Where is your significant other at the moment?
looking for me, I imagine

Are you seeing anyone right now?
nope

Do you think you can last in a relationship for 3 months?
I’m more than positive

Are you afraid of death/dying?
deathly afraid LOL

How's your heart lately?
yearning but still beating

When was the last time you cried?
idk…maybe a week or two ago

If you're being extremely quiet what’s it mean?
I’m bored, ready to go home, not enjoying the company I’m with, in deep thought

Have you ever had a really big fight with a best friend?
nah

Think a lot before you fall asleep?
too much, that’s why my nerves are bad!

Have you ever given a random person your number?
sure, why not…but just the celly though

What’s your favorite thing to have on your bed?
me!

Who would be the first person to know if you got pregnant?
Jesus

What is something you just don’t understand?
hmm idk

Do you care what others think about you?
sometimes too much

What do you look forward to in the next 3 months?
going to Texas; told my dad I wanted him to bbq a brisket and ribs for me

Where did you get the shirt you are wearing?
Old Navy

Do you enjoy late night phone conversations?
indeed…

What are you doing tomorrow?
working and no plans in the evening; you wanna hang out? LOL

Honestly, what's on your mind right now?
Happiness, career, marriage & kids…like always

Last person you talked to?
Dennis

What's on your bedroom floor?
surprisingly…nuthin but my bedroom rug! I’m shocked too

Saturday, February 7, 2009

is such a magnificent creation and display of the sun's blessing upon planet Earth.

Why am I choosing to spend it closed up in the darkness of my apartment, mind, and heart?

♥ Juicee

I'm Starvin like Marvin

I'm really not a morning person. No I'm not cranky or moody in the morning, I just never want to get out of bed if I have somewhere to go that I would much rather avoid. But holy smoke, I regret not eating breakfast on some mornings, as this morning. I have a ferocious beast inside me screaming for sustenance. I will appease it in one hour if I haven't died from starvation by then.

My boss has left for today so he can go biking along the Silver Comet Trail? WTF? 50's something year old white dude. I'm not mad at the biking but taking off early so you can do it is funny!

At any rate, I'm ready to go myself. I'm gonna get out of here in a few hours myself.

As funny as I am, nice, outgoing when I'm having a good time...absolutely LOVE to make people laugh, people seem to enjoy my company, but there's an emptiness inside me that feels like it stretches the full height of my body at times. It's a desire for a different path but one that I don't see ahead. My life is not a life but a series of repetitious days.

Boyfriend Needed ASAP!