Thursday, July 14, 2011
29~ Write a Love letter to your soul mate (whether you feel you've met them or not)
Nope. Can't do it. Don't believe in such. Next subject.
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Tuesday, July 12, 2011
28~ If you had a choice between a love relationship and just sex [guaranteed]...which would you choose?
Hmm...love or guaranteed sex...wow...I just can't choo...lemme stop.
Give me the guaranteed sex every time...as long as it was great sex.
I'm not a fan of love relationships. I've been through enough crap in my love life to last a lifetime. Just give me great sex, carry your ass home, and I'm good.
Give me the guaranteed sex every time...as long as it was great sex.
I'm not a fan of love relationships. I've been through enough crap in my love life to last a lifetime. Just give me great sex, carry your ass home, and I'm good.
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Monday, July 11, 2011
27~ Does anyone you've broken up with still love and pursue you?
Pursue me? Yes
Love me? Hell naw.
Nigga wouldn't know what love is if it showed up at his front door with it stamped all over its body in bold letters.
Check this out...one day, 2 weeks ago, Fool gonna call me and act as if he was so lost and lonely and had nothing but problems and wanted to kill himself. I couldn't tell if he was serious or not so I had to talk him down. Fool talmbout how he missed me and still "loved" me and wanted to be with me again. I told him that would never happen...NEVER happen, blah blah blah. To make a long story short, the next day, our son called me and said that his dad said that he loved his current girlfriend (I failed to mention that he told me that she had cheated on him and he left her that night) and was thinking about marrying her.
A few days later (umm...this isn't short, is it?), Fool hits my fb inbox talmbout "Hey Beautiful...I miss you." I'm all like, "yeah, great. Congrats on your upcoming nuptials." He says something to the effect of that was before all of this. Then I had to bust his bubble and tell him that our son told me everything and not to bother me with his bogus bullshit anymore. Can't say that I haven't heard from him again...Fool used our son's phone to call me and of course I answered when I saw my kid's name pop up.
I hate that man with a passion.
Love me? Hell naw.
Nigga wouldn't know what love is if it showed up at his front door with it stamped all over its body in bold letters.
Check this out...one day, 2 weeks ago, Fool gonna call me and act as if he was so lost and lonely and had nothing but problems and wanted to kill himself. I couldn't tell if he was serious or not so I had to talk him down. Fool talmbout how he missed me and still "loved" me and wanted to be with me again. I told him that would never happen...NEVER happen, blah blah blah. To make a long story short, the next day, our son called me and said that his dad said that he loved his current girlfriend (I failed to mention that he told me that she had cheated on him and he left her that night) and was thinking about marrying her.
A few days later (umm...this isn't short, is it?), Fool hits my fb inbox talmbout "Hey Beautiful...I miss you." I'm all like, "yeah, great. Congrats on your upcoming nuptials." He says something to the effect of that was before all of this. Then I had to bust his bubble and tell him that our son told me everything and not to bother me with his bogus bullshit anymore. Can't say that I haven't heard from him again...Fool used our son's phone to call me and of course I answered when I saw my kid's name pop up.
I hate that man with a passion.
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26~ If your young daughter or son came to you and told you they were in love with someone your age...what would your response be?
In a word...Iowneeeentrussit.
But if my kids were of legal age, what could I say? Nah...scratch that...I could say a lot and probably would but it wouldn't do any good. As long as they were treated with respect, I'd respect their relationship. Doesn't mean I would like it but it is what it is.
No pics. No music. No nothing. The end.
But if my kids were of legal age, what could I say? Nah...scratch that...I could say a lot and probably would but it wouldn't do any good. As long as they were treated with respect, I'd respect their relationship. Doesn't mean I would like it but it is what it is.
No pics. No music. No nothing. The end.
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25~ Looking back on your life...who taught you the most about what love is/isn't?
Damn...when I saw this question, I figured it would be easy because it takes the focus off of me and puts it on someone else in my life, sort of. But now, I'm at a loss.
I didn't have the easiest childhood. I mean, I had and did more than most kids my age (went on 3 cruises to Nassau, the Virgin Islands, Puerto Rico, went to 2 World's Fairs...do they even have those anymore...had a car at 16, blah blah blah, siss boom bah, etc) but as far as being shown love, my dad was and is the staple for that and even he had a kind of a warped way about it. My mom? Forget about it. We had a love/hate relationship that I still think about to this day and she's been gone 12 years come next month.
I had boyfriends (as you know, I was with my first one for 5 years) and husbands and I found myself sometimes sabotaging relationships because I didn't know what love truly was.
So I don't know if anyone really showed me what love was. Hell, I may not even know what it is now. I do know what it's not and honestly, after all I've gone through these past couple of weeks, I REALLY know what it isn't.
*Sorry this blog isn't up to snuff. Not really feeling like writing about love right now. I think Adam Sandler sang it best...
I didn't have the easiest childhood. I mean, I had and did more than most kids my age (went on 3 cruises to Nassau, the Virgin Islands, Puerto Rico, went to 2 World's Fairs...do they even have those anymore...had a car at 16, blah blah blah, siss boom bah, etc) but as far as being shown love, my dad was and is the staple for that and even he had a kind of a warped way about it. My mom? Forget about it. We had a love/hate relationship that I still think about to this day and she's been gone 12 years come next month.
I had boyfriends (as you know, I was with my first one for 5 years) and husbands and I found myself sometimes sabotaging relationships because I didn't know what love truly was.
So I don't know if anyone really showed me what love was. Hell, I may not even know what it is now. I do know what it's not and honestly, after all I've gone through these past couple of weeks, I REALLY know what it isn't.
*Sorry this blog isn't up to snuff. Not really feeling like writing about love right now. I think Adam Sandler sang it best...
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Friday, July 8, 2011
24~ Have you broken anyone's heart?
*sigh* Yes. I've told the story of how I chose the wrong guy. Not bragging by any means whatsoever but I devastated dude. I'd go over to drop our daughter off and he'd be there, laying on the couch, crying. The thought of that alone makes me want to cry now and that was 18 years ago.
But I have no one to blame but my own stupid self. It was one of those grass is greener type situations. Little did I know that it wasn't good grass but that crabgrass shit that just fucks up everything.
That's all I gotta say about that.
But I have no one to blame but my own stupid self. It was one of those grass is greener type situations. Little did I know that it wasn't good grass but that crabgrass shit that just fucks up everything.
That's all I gotta say about that.
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23~ Do you think love and marriage are synonymous?
HELL NO!!
You don't need to be married to prove you love someone and you don't have to love someone to marry them. My first marriage was an example of that. The day I said "I do", I really didn't.
I may seem cynical, and maybe I am, but marriage, to me, is nothing more than a business contract between two people. There are documents to be signed, meetings of the minds about type of ceremony, land ownership and/or rental agreements, bank account transactions, blah blah blah. Wanna find out how much someone really loves or hates you? Marry them and live with them for at least 5 years. If they're still smiling after that time, you may have a love connection on your hands. (DISCLAIMER: Living with someone IS NOT the same as being married to them. That piece of paper changes folks...TRUST ME).
Love comes into play when the asking is being done (and sometimes, not even then). Let a bridezilla come at her fiance with some crazy shit...ain't no love in that whatsoever.
So to reiterate my answer, love and marriage are not synonymous. Frank Sinatra lied to us. They do not go together like a horse and carriage...unless you want to be looking at a horse's ass for the rest of your life.
You don't need to be married to prove you love someone and you don't have to love someone to marry them. My first marriage was an example of that. The day I said "I do", I really didn't.
I may seem cynical, and maybe I am, but marriage, to me, is nothing more than a business contract between two people. There are documents to be signed, meetings of the minds about type of ceremony, land ownership and/or rental agreements, bank account transactions, blah blah blah. Wanna find out how much someone really loves or hates you? Marry them and live with them for at least 5 years. If they're still smiling after that time, you may have a love connection on your hands. (DISCLAIMER: Living with someone IS NOT the same as being married to them. That piece of paper changes folks...TRUST ME).
Love comes into play when the asking is being done (and sometimes, not even then). Let a bridezilla come at her fiance with some crazy shit...ain't no love in that whatsoever.
So to reiterate my answer, love and marriage are not synonymous. Frank Sinatra lied to us. They do not go together like a horse and carriage...unless you want to be looking at a horse's ass for the rest of your life.
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