This Morning

This morning
He whispered in my ear
You
are the
sexiest
woman
alive
And I
am married
to you

And I
smiled

I love
being
married

One Night

I think every grown person has had some non-committed type incredible night. I aint never been no ho, casual sex is not my thing. But as a young college girl, I did sleep over someone's house and all I remember is Portishead, candles and a lot of touching. I could give a shit about the dude involved, though for awhile he had my world record for the softest touch, but the best thing to come out of the night was my introduction to Portishead. I must commend myself for not coming out them drawls--come to think of it I dont even think he tried. Thank you :)

A thing of Beauty

Just out of appreciation for nature, this is a beautiful plant.

Inner child

So what do I do when I want to know how to do something? I look it up. I do research. Google, the library, the whole bit. And when I knew I needed help getting my house in order I got online. There Was flylady (whose principle of a clean sink I just really got the other day) but I preferred the inner child lady. My messes are very much tied to an inner child because the adult in me is very organized. This is the dichotomy I've been living with because at work or school I can be super organized but the house is a mess. And it boils down to this rotten spoiled inner child of mine. This is not sweet cute anjel, this is a brat. She doesn't like to brush her teeth, take a bath or do dishes. She loooooves TV. I want to get to know her so I can get on her ass and get off the girls so hard. I have to set abetted example. I realize now I was a young mother even though I thought I was grown and old enough. If my family would have worked I think I would have done ok, but the split messed me all up. I'm literally stillllll rebuilding from that, still a few scuff marks. Or maybe I just keep falling myself. It doesn't hurt anymore, that burn I thought would keep low embers have completely cooled and all that remains are ashes in a pile waiting for the wind to blow them away.
Awww getting poetic and stuff. ;)
I'm feeling romantic though, reflective. Romantic in the true sense, not amorous.
So inner child stuff and still nailbiting after all these years I still wonder if I should "see someone" or is that all just bullshit. Like what if whatever is in my subconscious that makes me bite my nails needs to stay buried and fretted over subconsciously. Or does getting it out make it better? Does it??? I don't think these fuckers have a clue and just put you on meds. I wonder if therapists qualify as psychiatrists with ability to prescribe or if they refer. All America is on something or the other I think.

Brandification

Why is it this is the first Presidency I have witnessed that discussed the Presidency as a "brand"? Why has Barack Obama's Presidency been commodified? Marketed? Sold? What does this mean? Is he responsible for this brandification, because of the excellent branding achieved by his campaign? The brand of Change, the brand of Obama, the signage, the fonts, the colors. I'm not sure, I'm pretty sure presidents have had this same marketing--slogans and other techniques. But, why has this black man been branded? After writing that, I Just thought about it on a deeper level of branding. Hot iron branding. hmmmmmmmm

Teacher Fights

The recent Houston video is nothing. There's tons of "teacher fights" on youtube. I find that most are in foreign countries. The latest lady has no excuse. I really think there was something psychologically wrong with that chick.

Ok the psychologist in me said:

This broad was assaulted/f'ed with in some kind of way by a little boy probably about his age when she was little. Look at how this chick is dressed with her studded belt and her tough ass squaring up her arms like she bad. Something set her off about him hitting a girl, or being aggressive with a girl, and she thought it her duty to take it out on him.

The psychic in me supposes:

This aint the first time this happened. The kids are laughin and clownin in the background like ooooh get him get him, then when the video goes back to the other white teacher she's looking like "oh brother, not this again". She doesn't a bit look surprised.

The facts are this:
This bitch (excuse me, that's not a fact) kicked, punched and slammed this 13 year old while he was crouched up and wailing (I think that's him). Point blank it's WRONG.

Here are a few others to show this is not new:





Here are some that are just teachers slapping a student:


This is actually funny and I could see myself coming close to this:

Hip hop

I love hip hop still. It's been so dead lately. I even was cheating with rock n roll but ain't nuttin like hip hop. I remember when i was a teenager I used to feel like hip hop was like my mother, then it was like my momma died. Well now it's like she's like an angel watching over me and I catch glimpses of her spirit every now and then.
I just can't believe how uncreative my people have become. Like our DNA been getting destroyed.

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