My Baby Gyrl Is Here

She's here!!! Little Miss Sheyla Michele Clary arrived December 14, 2009 at 8:24AM :-) She was well worth the wait!!! So here's my birth story because I am BEYOND proud of me!!!

So, Sunday me and Lamar was talkin' about grocery shoppin' and he said that he would go but I didn't really trust him to do no major shopping so I texted him and told him that I would go. I didn't wind up goin' to the store till like 9:30PM, did some heavy duty shopping and got home around 10:30PM. I had been feeling just fine aside from a little backache that had persisted for the past few days. So once I got home Lamar helped me put the groceries up and I proceeded to make dinner even though it was pushin' 11:00PM. I had to cook somethin' since I had all these choices now. So I decided to make bbq chicken strips with rice and fried corn. We at like 11:30PM while watchin' 'The Stepfather', I still felt good. I actually decided to make the Mrs. Smith's apple pie that I got cause I'm a greedy bitch and he had the munchies. So we ate the pie with some cookies and cream ice-cream around 12:30AM while watchin' the season finale of 'Dexter' (amazing season finale!!!)

So all weekend I had been craving some backshots cause I knew that I wouldn't have that much longer to get them so I had already knew that it was goin' down tonight. So I started reachin' into his boxers and went to work on his johnson. Before long it was at its full attention and I meekly asked for some backshots. He smiled and granted my wish over and over and over again!!! And knowin' that this might be the last time in a while, I definitely was puttin' in a little extra work, some stripper shakes and splits. So once he nutted and I nutted, I got up to pee as usual, but my stomach was hurtin' like I had to shit but I couldn't so I just got back in the bed. This was around 2:00AM. Lamar got up to smoke a cigarette and he stopped at the bathroom before he got back in the bed and said 'Whew, bubble guts' So at this point, I'm just thinkin' it's all that damn food we ate so damn late. But once he got in the bed, he fell right to sleep.

Me, on the other hand, I kept gettin' up tryin' to go to the bathroom cause it was keeping me awake. So I was shittin' a little bit, but nothin' to offer any real relief. I started walkin' around the apartment, drinkin' water tryin' to get somethin' to move. Still to this point, it had not occurred to me that these could have been contractions. But by the time it was 4:45AM I started to see if the sensation to shit was coming in regular intervals and it was about 8 minutes apart so I figured they were contractions. I woke Lamar up at 5:00AM and said 'I think I'm havin' contractions' He woke right up and started gettin' ready. By this time the pain seemed like it had gotten worse, but that might've just been mental since I knew that they were contractions. So while I was tryin' to get dressed Lamar went and put my suitcase in the car and pulled it around. By the time he got back up to the apartment I was ready and he helped me down the stairs.

On the way to the hospital the pain seemed like it ceased to exist as separate contractions but it was just non-stop but I was takin' it. We got to the hospital at about 5:15AM and since I had pre-registered, all I had to do was sign a few papers. That was even a chore because I was still in pain. There were some other women in the waiting room and everybody was just chillin'. I didn't understand why everybody else was so calm and I couldn't even sit still. Lamar kept tellin' me to sit down (like that would make it better, in reality, that was makin' it so much worse). So while I was waitin' for the nurse to come I was just walkin' in laps in the hallway tryin' to breathe through the contractions. Finally a nurse came and thankfully I didn't have to get into the wheelchair cause that woulda made it so much worse.

Once in the labor & delivery room the nurse told me to take off my clothes and change into the gown. I went into the bathroom and changed my clothes but not without tryin' to go to the bathroom again. Still at this point I still felt like that would make me feel better. I explained to the nurse that the pain felt like I had to go to the bathroom and she confirmed that those were contractions. By this point, I couldn't tell the contractions apart to say how far apart they were. It wasn't that they were constant but it was just not a clear stop to them. The nurse hooked me up to a monitor and checked my cervix. By this time I was between 4 & 5cm and that explained why the pain was so consistent. Even the monitor wasn't pickin' up distinct contractions, the nurse said that it was more like constant cramping. But there were definitely points where it would get a lot worse. The nurse asked if I wanted or needed pain med. For some reason I was sayin' I don't know. I knew that I was thinkin' about doin' natural but that pain was kickin' my ass. The nurse said she would ask me again in a few. By the time she came back I said yeah, let's do it. She said she would send the anesthesiologist in to talk to me.

So since I was hooked up to the monitor I was laid up in the bed waiting and all I could do was move my feet around to keep the pain down. I was still tryin' to get up to go the bathroom and nothin' was workin'. At one point the pain was so bad I felt like I was gonna throw up. I told Lamar to bring the garbage can over to me and sure enough all that rice and corn that I had eaten earlier that night came up. Ha, ha, ha! Lamar said he almost tossed his cookies at that point. After I threw up he resumed feeding me ice chips that I was chompin' on like there was no tomorrow. At this point I couldn't figure out what the hell was takin' the nurse nor the anesthesiologist so damn long. After I had thrown up the nurse brought me a bedpan just in case I threw up again. By this time I had decided to stand up. When the pain got really bad I just leaned over the bed and put my head in the bedpan. Ha, ha, ha! Somethin' about my face bein' in that bedpan made me feel better, like there was more air or somethin'.

By 7:00AM the nurse checked me again and said that I was fully dilated. I still hadn't got the epidural yet so I quickly asked 'That means that I'm not gonna be able to get the epidural?!' and she said that she would send in another nurse to check my dilation just to be sure. The second opinion nurse said that I was between 9 & 10cm and that I could still get the epidural. Just as the anesthesiologist was comin' in I was talkin' to the initial nurse about goin' natural. She knew that that was somethin' that I was considering so she reassured me that the pain would go away once I started pushin' and my labor had progressed so nicely and the epidural would only take away the urge to push. I asked her how much longer I would be in labor and she said that I was gonna have the baby any minute so I told that anesthesiologist to hit the bricks! I guess I was seein' the light at the end of the tunnel cause from that point on I was just rockin' out with those contractions. I did get a little cranky at one point. The nurse kept tryin' to find the heartbeat while I was standin' up and I had to tell her to get the hell off of me. I was tellin' Lamar to call my mom and his mom and he was takin' a little bit too long and I snapped at his ass too. And they were also playin' this rock radio station over the intercom and I had to tell them to turn that off. It was like my senses were on high and everything was driving me crazy. Lamar was tellin' me to calm down and stop bein' rude. I quickly told him where he could go since he wasn't goin' through this pain.

The nurse kept reassuring me that I was gonna have the baby any minute now which was makin' me so anxious. When I had first come in they told me that my OB would be in at 8:00AM and it was about 5 minutes till. at 8:00AM on the dot my doctor came in with her coat in her hand and the nurse informed her that I was about to have the baby right now! All I remember is my doctor yellin' 'Let's have a baby!!!' She broke my water with that little hook and I felt that warm ooze underneath me. I had been wonderin' what it would feel like for my water to break. After that it was go time. The doctor told me to pull my legs back, and I said 'I have to hold them myself?!!!' and the nurse in doctor replied 'Yes!' in unison. I totally thought that I would have some help with that. So I did as I was told as best I could and Lamar helped me with one of the legs. The nurse told me that I needed to push so I did for as long as I could, which was like 4 seconds. She didn't give me a time limit so my over controlling ass had to stop and ass, for how long do I have to push? The nurse said 'until I say stop'. That wasn't clear enough instruction for me, I had to know how long I was expected to do that shit cause it wasn't easy so finally my doctor told me 10 seconds. The next time I felt the urge to shit I pushed until it felt like my head was about to explode (literally). Everyone was congratulating me on doing a fantastic job but the doctor made me do that a good more 5 times before she said 'I see her!!!' And I was beginning to feel like this whole thing wasn't so bad until I felt my little Sheyla Michele coming through me!!! Oh my gosh! That was the only time I screamed and upon opening my eyes from the screen here I see my late ass mother running in as soon as the head was coming out. The doctor told me one more push to get her all the way out and the next thing you know, at 8:24AM on December 14, 1009, I'm starin' at Sheyla Michele for the first time!!! Wow! I had always thought that my first thought would be 'Oh my God, my baby!!!' but I actually thought 'Thank God you're outta me!!!' Ha, ha, ha!!!

Preggo Days

So I'm now 7 1/2 months pregnant, what a roller coaster ride this has been. As you can see, I haven't posted anything new since around April, that was before I knew I was pregnant. I often think about those times before I was pregnant and before I knew, how my life has changed, def for the better though. In the beginning I was really worried, but now I can't imagine my life without this little gyrl inside of me, my Little Miss Sheyla Michele, my favorite gyrl in the world.
But I'm still the same old gyrl on my A.D.I.D.A.S. shit :-) So hereeeeeeeeeeeeee we go!

This big ole' tummy is always gettin' in the way of a good night's sleep. It's hard to turn over, I can't sleep on my back, can't sleep on my stomach (my stomach just feels so hard, so full of baby). So as I struggle to get comfortable I look over at my sleeping hubby and feel so envious that he's sleepin' so peacefully. And in the midst of all the tossin' and turnin', I've been ignoring this increasing pressure on my bladder that leads me to the bathroom for the third time tonight. I'm beginning to lose faith in a good night's sleep so when I return from the bathroom, instead of laying back down and searching for that non-existent perfect position again, I just sit on the edge of the bed and lean back on my elbows. Times like these I just think about what Baby's doin' in there and I lightly rub my tummy to see if I can feel anything. I'm just enjoying feeling the breeze from the fan and Baby must be likin' it too cause I'm startin' to feel the little movements. Hehehe! They're so cute, I can't help but to giggle. I guess my little bounch on the bed woke Daddy-to-be up."What you doin' up?" he asks groggily. "Nothin', just chillin' with Baby," I whisper, "can't get comfortable." As he slowly sits up he asks if it's my back again. I reply "That, amongst other things." He spreads his legs to fit around me on the edge of the bed. He's so damn tall that his feet still touch the floor next to mine. He wraps his arms around me and puts his hands on my big tummy and rubs it gently. In response, I allow my naked body to relax in his arms and I lean back against his chest. "You like that?" he asks and I smile through closed eyes and say "Baby likes that," cause I can feel the movement inside of me. He gives my tummy a light jiggle and I giggle and admit "Mommy likes it too." He instructs me to lean forward and I oblige until my hands are hanging next to my calves. He begins to knead his thumbs into my lower back. "Eeemmmm, yeah, right there Daddy," I moan hoping that this lasts forever. That last statement coupled with the soft feel of my skin under his fingers and the moonlight glow on my skin must have triggered something cause I begin to feel that familiar poke against my booty that got me into this situation in the first place. Always welcome though. I let out a little snicker and he inquires, "What you laughin' at, huh?" "Looks like somebody else can't sleep either," I say looking slyly over my shoulder. I sit back up and lean against his chest again. I reposition myself so my booty is right on top of his dick which has gown increasingly harder. He grunts as I settle myself into a comfortable position to grind my soft parts against his hard parts. "You like that?" I mimick him and he laughs. "You know just what I like," he finally says in between the kisses that he's lining my ears, neck, shoulders, and back with. With my hands on his knees I slightly elevate myself to give my baby daddy a little lap dance love. I had started doin' this for him, but I'm feeling greatly fulfilled havin' my now wet kitty gently and rhythmically sliding back and forth on his cock. Looks like I still got the skills to pay the bills. His hands have sneaked their way around to my very erect and responsive nipples. He cups my breasts in his hands and uses his thumbs and pointers to pinch the nipples. I can feel him responding to this through the increased pressure between my butt cheeks where his dick now dwells. I use my hands to push myself up into a standing position, turn around and kneel in front of him as his faithful concubine. I grab hold of his thick shaft and hold it straight up admiring its length and width. I put one hand around it to fully gauge its girth and am impressed as usual. I guide that hand up and down along the length of his pole and give it a small twist and turn every now and then. My hand's moving so smoothly and fluidly thanks to the lube job provided my own drooling kitty. I cast my eyes up toward him to watch his enjoyment before I return my gaze to his glistening cock. I can see the pre-cum already seeping out at the tip so I take the liberty of licking that up first as I continue to guide my hand up and down and around and round. His hands are softly rubbing my neck and squeezing my shoulders in praise. I return his squeezes with pulsating squeezes to his hard dick, but it just won't budge, it's just that turgid with blood flow. I give its entirety one last deep gulp and go down nice and slowly and come up even slower letting my saliva linger before I stand up, turn around, and instruct him to get up and switch positions. I hold my stomach as if it may fall if I don't. As a mommy, I'm intuitively very protective of this life inside me in all situations. I carefully sit down on the edge of the bed and spread my legs and lean back on my elbows waiting for him to assume the position with his face in front of my wet open pussy. When I see that he's still standin' with that stupid look on his face I put my pointer finger up and draw an imaginary line between his mouth and my clit. Finally getting the picture, he gets on the floor one knee at a time and places his hands on my thighs and gives them a good squeeze and he brings his mouth closer to my pussy. I can feel his warm breath reacting with the juices that have already seeped out of me. The next thing I'm feeling is his tongue massaging my clit and his hands gripping my ass underneath me. Seems like I'm not the only person that was missing havin' the pussy eaten cause he's eating like he's been starving for a minute. I allow my eyes to close and enjoy this trip to ecstasy. He puts his entire mouth over my clit and sucks it tightly. He moves his tongue over my slippery slit and uses it to push the lips apart. Before entering any deeper he sucks my clit into his mouth again wiggling it around. This I just can't handle! I arch my back to try and accommodate this sweet turmoil between my legs but he grabs my waist and goes at it even more. When I whimper in pleasure he shows me some mercy and returns his tongue to my slit which is now a gaping hole since it's been contracting due to his work on my clit. He sticks his tongue right in the hole and then flattens it to its maximum width and applies its wet warm pressure to my entire pussy. Drip by drip my pussy pushes out all the sticky liquid that his mouth has worked so fervently to produce. I let out the deep breath that I've unknowingly been holding for so long and pant my way back to a normal breathing pattern. With my hands sprawled above my head and my eyes closed I begin to feel that familiar poke at the entrance of my pussy. Ooohhh, there's still more *smile* His dick hasn't lost any of its turgidity, if anything, it's increased and seems even longer, but that may be accounted for by the speed with which he enters me. My pussy farts around his dick as it closes in on it at each thrust. It feels so good that I begin to make an effort to sit up but his strokes are coming at me too fast. "Slow down Daddy," I whine as I grab his shoulders and pull myself up. He steadies himself and gives me some side to side action as I do this. Once I'm completely sitting up we're now eye to eye. We take a moment to visually enjoy each other and I give him permission to continue "You may resume." I can't help but to giggle which causes my pussy muscles to tense up on his pulsating dick. Instead of returning to his previous overdrive speed, he initiates a slow but extremely powerful grind. I interlock my fingers around his neck and arch my back to its maximum capacity to return the grind on him. Our pelvises are rubbing together so furiously that it feels like I'm gettin' rug burn from his pubic hair. When he attempts to pull me closer to go even deeper, we're both reminded of this little person between us as my extended stomach bumps into his. "Oops," he says "sorry Baby" and he rubs my tummy. I reposition myself on the edge of the bed in the fetal position with my big tummy out of harm's... well actually love's way. He enters me from behind and strokes rythmically until I can't hold my moans inside any longer. He leans over me and whispers "Em-hem, you know I like this pregnant pussy. It gets so wet. I know you about to cum all over this dick." As I begin to moan louder and fulfill his prophecy, he strokes faster and deeper. His dick slips out due to all the extra juice that accompanied my nut. "Uh-uh, don't give up on me," he warns me, " wait for Daddy to bust this big ass nut in you." The joys of being pregnant, already somebody in there, so he can bust all the nuts he wants to. Once he gets that dick back inside of me he gives my ass a nice hard spank right on my tattoo, always the target area. I begin to fuck him back giving him all the pussy that he can take and even some that he can't. "Oh shit... that's so good Baby. Oh shit... Aah... Aah..Uuugggg!" With that last grunt I feel his dick reach its ultimate rigidity and his warm semen courses through my love canal. He has his hands bracing himself on the bed on either side of me. I look up and see him leaned over me panting. "You alright up there?" I rhetorically ask knowing that he's never been better. He chuckles and gives me a few last pumps before he carefully and reluctantly exits the pussy. When he gets to his feet, he bends over and puts one hand on my tummy and one on my forehead and gives me a kiss on the cheek followed by a smile and a smack on the booty. I smile back with love and hop up and skitter off to the bathroom to pee out all the stuff he just spewed into me. After I give myself a thorough wiping I wobble back into the bedroom. "Everything good?" he asks as always while sprawled out on the bed in nothing but his boxers. "Yup," I reply as I climb back in the bed and lay my head on his chest and tuck myself into a ball tightly next to him. He plants a sweet kiss on my forehead and wraps his arm around me. "Good" he says. I sigh in relief as my back no longer hurts and sleep overtakes me.

I'm Not Gonna Be Writin' a Title for Every Entry... KNOW DAT!!!

I don't know if I'm a picky person... I think I know what I want... I think... But then when I get it it still doesn't seem like what I want. Maybe it's the quality of what I'm getting that I'm not pleased with. I sometimes feel like nothing is good enough for me, I always want more, but am I not worth more? If I want more, I must feel entitled to it in some way. What gives me that entitlement though? I suppose that I know that I can get what I want the way I want it but those who promise it may just be talkin'. And it would be a grave disappoint to sacrifice a current situation for a temporary fix. But what if the fix means permanent happiness?

I'm havin' nightmares from sleepin' with the enemy
How do we reverse the chemistry?
I don't want us to be the end of me
This love is takin' all of my energy

- Keri Hilson, Energy

UFC- Ultimate Fighting Championship

I know you all must be wondering why I'm posting about UFC (Ultimate Fighting Championship, you know, when big niggas fight in cages and anything goes?) Well, it was an okay day today until I left work. Go figure, work was my better part of the day. Sometimes it's betta to be around the people that don't really matter (i.e. co-workers. I mean, you see them everyday, but so what? I don't really care what they think of me. I'll go to work without curlin' my hair before I go around somebody I like) But anyway, work was cool, real busy. So I go to East Brunswick to pick somethin' up and the person who I was gettin' it from was playin' me on some stupid time shit like I don't have a cell phone with extremely accurate time. Who doesn't? So I leave and tell my buddy what the situation is. He's extra hype about the situation and I'm not in the mood for all that nonsense. I worked all day, sat in traffic, waited on this nigga for an hour and sat in more traffic again on the way and had to reroute my way home. So by the time I get home I'm not gonna be all smiles. No way Jose. And he's still hype when I get home so I just go aboout my business of unwinding and because of that I have an attitude. Ha, ha, ha!!! Even if I'm not justified, oh well. There's no empathy around here. No thinkin' what the other person might be thinkin', just the effect that the opposite's actions have on the other. And here ladies and gentlemen, UFC comes in. Two well-trained and well-skilled competitors enter a caged octagon to engage in strenuous and painfull combat until one taps out. Let's go over the tap-out for any that may not know what that is when a fighter has reached his breaking point and the only way for him to surrender himself and escape the agonizing pain and fatigue is to pat his hand on the rubber mat on which they have fought. A surrender move. When you've been dealing with people for a long time a magnetic force develops between you that holds you together. I guess it could be described as love, but I think there's somethin' else involved too. Even chemicals maybe. We may subconciously crave another person's phermones. Who knows, but it's there. So that feeling itself is like the cage, the arena for combat. Being in close quarters with someone just develops friction. The physics of it says that the closer that you bring two molecules together, the higher the probability becomes that those molecules will collide and cease to roam freely and continue their path of inertia (If you didn't know, I'm a smart ass gyrl, check my stats ha, ha, ha!!!) So just think of this collision in a social sense. People goin' along in their regular lives and then all of a sudden woop there it is. Before you know it, niggas is mad. Over what? Over nothin', they just happened to fulfill the predicted probability. Can't be mad about that right? Hell yeah you can be mad about it!!! But how do you fix it? Communication seems like a good start but when the other molecule doesn't wanna talk all you can try to do is avoid it. Bounce off a wall or somethin'. But that doesn't work all the time because once again your in this figurative octagon cage and you there's no resolution until one party taps out. And you neva wanna be the one to tap-out, you wanna be the victorious one!!! The winner, the ultimate fighting champion! You wanna wear the belt. In order to do that, you've gotta endure a lot of stress just like in the octagon. Feelings are hurt, tears are shed (primarily by me), and I don't know about the other combatant but it hurts me to act like that. But I'm sick of bein' the one that taps out because I let my emotions get the best of me. I wanna be held at night, I want to be kissed good night, I wanna be asked how my day was when I get home. Just the little things like Indie Arie said. The little things are what you miss when you're involved in this angry mean combat. And after a while, you don't even remember why the fight ensued in the first place and you begin to feel stupid. But the opposing party still has an attitude, what do you do? Most say that you should get outta the cage. But if a fighter is engaged in combat and his opponent leaves and that fighter still has agression inside, he's not gonna let that fly. That's only gonna serve to infuriate him even more. Should I not care about that increased fury? Ignore it? I was never the one to ignore, never been my thing cause I hate for someone to do it to me. I don't know, if any one has any advice, please share, I'm outta ideas and sick of bein' with somebody yet still being lonely.

Oh and please look out for the next post on Keri Hilson, please don't sleep on lil mama. Her song writing is exceptional

Drake

Okay, so I know I wrote a post about Drake yesterday, well actually earlier today, but I just happened to come across this pic today and downloaded some more of his music since the last post and he def deserves another entry. He got so many songs, he got swag, I just can't get over the fact that this is the nigga from 'Degrassi'. But he's hot as hell. The shit he be sayin' in his songs is official, he got real content that reflects the way I would expect his life to be right now. This nigga's my age and gettin' it.

And his song just came on the iPod, 'Little Bit'. A little bit of what you ask yourself? A little bit IN LOVE WITH YOU!!! And he sings too. And he sings WELL. Trey Songz flava in there and you know how much I love Trey Songz. Before I go any further, here's a pic of Drake chillin' in the stadium of one of the Weezy concerts. Okay, sorry kids, I can't get that picture but here goes the link to the blog I was gonna get it from, don't say I neva did nothin' for ya. http://www.octobersveryown.blogspot.com/ But somebody needs to use the comp right now so I'll holla later *muah*

Young Money Entertainment

This entry is dedicated to the fabolous Nicki Minaj! This is a bad bitch, before I say any more, let me just show all a couple thangs. Pay attention. So right here to the right we have a picture of fab Nicki & my main man (yes MY MAIN MAN, throwback terms) Lil Wayne doin' what he does second best to rappin'. Ha, ha, ha!!! Yes, it is a dream of mine to burn it down with this man and this may be why. He chills with fly ass bitches like Nick Minaj. Okay, let's see another picture, shall we?

Here we have my nigga Trigga Trey with the beautiful Nicki. Two people I'm feelin' extra hard right now. Trey, thank you for bringin' us the "If It's Hood" joint, me and my gyrl play that shit out and play it for everyone we can! 'If it's hood that ya want, I got it. If it's good sex, believe I got that. So if ya man ain't hittin' it right, call me up tonight. Woman I'm here to please! Ask ya gyrls bout me! They know, they know, they know, they know, they know, they know, they know' And Trey got his arm around

the beautiful Miss Minaj, go head gyrl! NEXT!!!

And this handsome young high yellow (hope I don't offend anyone but he's the epitome of high yellow, please excuse my antiquated racial depiction) fella is Drake. You may recognize him from the Canadian based TV drama that airs on the N Network. Yall only know about the N Network if you had good ass cable, it's like a sister channel to Nickelodeon for teens. But the show was called 'Degrassi,' a drama about high school students but it was no 'Saved By the Bell' type shit, they was dealin' with real issues: pregnancy, drugs, rape, racism, crime, illness, family problems, rumors. Mad shit!!!! Anything a 16 year old may deal with, they had a show about it. But it was a good ass show. Anyway, so Drake played the token black nigga on the show. (Once again, pardon my candor). The show was in Canada so there were like 3 black main characters but Jimmy was the athletic one, played ball and shit. He had this friend named Spinner, this silly white boy. So Spinner winds up accidentally shooting this nigga, I don't actually know the events that led up to that cause that show used to come on with new episdoes like clock work but I couldn't keep up with them shows. So for a few seasons Drake a.k.a. Jimmy, was in a wheelchair. He was depressed for a while but then started playin' ball again. What resiliance, right? Ha, ha, ha! Well anyway, now he's Drake. And I went to the 'I Am Music' Tour at Nassau Colloseum with Weezy and he brought him out. Ha, ha, ha!!! But this nigga was singin' Bobby Valentino's part in 'Mrs. Officer' Ha, ha, ha!!! Me and my gyrls was like 'What the fuck is this?' and I kept wonderin' if it was the nigga from 'Degrassi' and sure 'nough, it is. But now this nigga is known for some hot ass songs, mixtape 'Heartbreak Drake,' downloadin' it right now. And Drake stay with the nigga Trey Songz, 'Successful' 'The money, the cars, the clothes, the hoes, I suppose... I just wanna be, I just wanna be SUCCESSFUL!!!' And Drake say some shit like 'Just enough to solve ya problems, but too much'll kill ya' Can any of you braniacs figure out what he was talkin' about wtihout me quotin' the lines before it?

Okay, I think I done let yall see enough of this lovely lady. But I had to throw this one up there cause this is like 'Lovely Ladies' X 2!!! Lauryn Londen and Miss Nicki, they look like a pair of sexy ass sisters. Straight beautiful. Talk about Minaj!!! Keep doin' ya thing Nick, I def salute a bad bitch!

Hump Day

So it's Wednesday (is that right? Neva knew how to spell that day of the week for sure) and the middle of the week and the middle of the day. Pergatory is what it feels like. So I work at a law firm in Morristown, totally miss the law firm that I used to work at in Warren. It's like I made the jump from the country to the big city and it turns out in all actuality, I'm a small town gyrl cause this city life ain't for me. This firm is huge, so many lawyers, so many secretaries, so much support staff and then there's me. My job title is floating secretary... and the job description reads a little somethin' like this "The bitch who will do everything that nobody else wants to do and they been holdin' on to foreva" Yup, that pretty much sums it up. But this job offers you mad days off from the jump and mothafuckas definitely take advantage. That's where I come in. Gotta go to lunch, I'll be back to finish this after the $5 Foot Long.

Okay, back from lunch, actually been back but had to deal with gettin' my damn work back in order. It's always better to just do stuff for yourself instead of entrusting it to others.