Archive for the ‘O.S.P - On Something Personal’ Category

Monday
May 19,2008

Intro:

I wrote this little ditty a few weeks ago. Today, I can’t say that I feel much different. The following is somewhat mild (trust me, I being blowing my stack on peeps.) I’ve calmed down over the years. I don’t clown nearly as hard as I use to. But still. Watch your mouth around me, yo. Be careful what you say - especially when uterus is gearing up for several days of war. Them raging hormones have me feeling like I want to stab a mf’rs face off and then grab a box of tissue so I can mourn their death all at once.

Truth is, I aint got the gusto to do neither, because I’m too broken down (to bone gristle) with aches, pains and fatigue and shit.

Then again, you just never know, I just might muster up enough strength to lay hellafied the smack down on that ass. So play your cards right. *wink*

But anyhoo,

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Wednesday
Mar 26,2008

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So… I have plenty of updates coming your way…but it won’t be today…cuz it’s my birthday, yo! I aint blogging nathan (nothing).

The sun is shining. The weather is springtime fresh. I took a day off from the cubical. My people are showing me looove… I’mma get tipsy in the middle of the day and do me. I’m bumping UTFO’s “Fly Girl” all day long…Life is good.

Oh, did I mention my old ass is 35 and all the way live!!!? I’m not ashamed to share my age with the world. 35 means I’m a grown ass woman with a grown woman swagger. And I really don’t mean to be too cheeky, but the truth is I’m preserving my sexy alot better than some of these youngin’s out here.

WORD UP!

Birthday Girl Out -

Thank You For Smoking.

Wednesday
Mar 5,2008

I opened my mailbox this evening and amongst a stack of junk and bills was a token of appreciation from the throat and lung cancer fairies, RJ Reynolds Tobacco Company. Sent with love and care, the high quality, glossified and colorful box with a hip design was chalked full of…well, we’ll get to that in a minute…

Dig the presentation:

Camel

Pretty cool, huh?

But uh, I’m not a smoker, so how did they get my address?

Well, you see, now comes the part where I have to admit I am somewhat of a hypocrite (and a ‘baby’ liar) for some of what you just read just a few words ago.

Truth is. . .

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