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.

For My Friend

Okay Ty, so this one is for you. Oh, Ty, Ty-Ty, Tyler, that's my dude. We been down for years, mad history, talked, didn't talk, seen each other here and there, but it was always love between us. And it's always been 6 degrees of separation between me and this man, he always know somebody I know. But anyway, he was the one that told me about this site and after I read his first short entry, I was down. So this first entry is actually from my mySpace Blog, it's called "Sunday Mornin' Lovin'" This is dedicated to you Ty :-)

'Good mornin',' he whispers in my ear. And a sweet kiss to the neck follows. As much as I'm enjoyin' my Sunday mornin' lazy sleep, the whole sleep experience has just been upgraded now that I've just been reminded that my Baby's in the bed with me. Hehehe! And with that kiss Im reminded of the things we did last night. Oooohhhhh, we did some thangs that should be draggin' my ass outta bed now and to a church somewhere to ask for forgiveness. And the things he made me do and say and the things that I let him do and say, ooohhhhweee! Just the flashbacks got my pussy wet and juiced up all ova again. I turn my naked body ova under the warm covers and snuggle up to my baby in the fetal position and kiss him on the neck. I whisper a sweet yet raspy 'Good mornin'' to him and let my lips rest on his neck as the sleep takes ova me again. But somebodys found my juicy spot. I guess when I threw my leg ova him I dripped on him, oops *wink wink* So while I'm softly snorin' on his neck, I can feel his hand move from my ass to my kitty. Eeeeeeemmmmm I purr into his neck releasing a stream of warm air. I twist my booty ova a little bit to allow him greater access to my juice box which by now has totally coated my entire vaginal region. Mister ova here definitely helped to spread it around slidin' his finger in and out of me. By this time I'm fully awake but my eyes are still closed just enjoyin' the sensations. My light breaths into his neck have turned into soft bites that increase as he brings me closer to orgasm. But he's cruel this mornin' and just won't let me cum. Okay, I know this game. But he fails to remeber that I'm the MVP of that game. So I crawl on top of him and assume the position, check the thick pole between my legs, make sure its secure for ridin'. Ha ha ha! Oh Daddy showin' out this mornin, makin his dick do jumping jacks, that always makes me giggle. But now that I'm up there on my high horse I'm feelina little sleepy again so as soon as I slide down on it I lay down on his chest and bounce my ass in the air from there. I turn my head to the side and catch a glimpse of my work in the mirror. I sit up to get a few high long stroke bounces in but Big Daddy's got plans of his own. He lays me down on my side and positions himself right behind me. Upon entrance, I let out a long moan followed by a few high praises for the sensations I was experiencing. As he pumps in and out of me from tip to balls he strokes my wet clit and confirms that it's as juicy on the inide as it is on the outside. I'm too full of ecstasy to respond verbally butI throw my ass out to compliment his thrusts arching my back to the maximum. But Daddy wanna hear how good his stroks are. He brings his finger from my clit and slides it in my mouth for sucking. I savor the taste of myself and briefly imagine the threesome where I could be tastin another kitty cat. But being brought back to reality, I feel his hand gently slide around my neck and hear him whisper 'This pussy is so wet and tight on my dick, just how Daddy like it. You gonna take all this dick I got to give you like a big gyrl? You gonna be a big gyrl for Daddy?' 'Yes Daddy, I can' I moan while I start bouncing my ass against his long strokes. I can feel his hand tighten around me neck as we both come closer and closer to bustin' our nuts. As we both lose all sense of time and space we body bump until the pressures of our bodily juices cause them to flow right out of us. Our heavy breathing takes over the sounds of the room and we lay there wet and sticky until one of us asks, 'You rollin' up?'