That's What I'm talking about!!!!

Just got in and checked my email, and got one from a cousin of mine whom I truly admire...
she's a true globe trotter... and no military excursion, just self motivation... and provocation.
India, Korea, Thailand, China, Japan, Australia, Africa
There are so many stories, she holds...

From being in a true Shilon temple, to sleeping in the saharra dessert... to knowing where the best "sky" she's ever seen,,,,.

Come one... man, how friggin' awesome is that, to know where the f__k the best SKY is, on the damn planet??????

Damn we on this side of the planet live in such hindsight... to even think about where to find the "best sky".... or heck to even think about the sky period....nope, on this end were consumed with the:
.....best place to get our hair, nails, toes done
.....best place to meet honies
.....best place to shop, increase stock, or cop (something) online
.....best place to grabbing hot trendy goods... sneakers... (cause ya'll know we gotta keep a fresh pair of sneaks... )
.....best place to get a good herb, X, drink, sex... (pick ur poison)

But damn to be places, where you might as well be a raisin in a glass of milk... but swim around in it anywayz....
Yo, I'm not jealous, I'm inspired...
So I'm not broke.... I'm preparing....

Here's her email:

• Hi Cousin
  
  Just got your message will start to send you post cards today , I am now in Guatemala, Belize was brilliant totally recommend it and it is not far for you to travel , as it was full of yanks. The men love Black women so watch out for all that male attention.
  Arrived in Guatemala last night will be staying here for four days then heading of to Hondaras and Nicaragua to finish my trip.
  We have done some amazing things like snorkelling with Sharks , the barreir reef and pot holing Im completey exhausted and need a holiday.
  Hope all ios well your end,
  we must and Will keep in touch
  
  L___ x

Living Check to Check

Tomorrow is pay day, and already I'm broke!!!!!!!!

Pooped!

Where the heck did the day go???? And why the heck do I have to do the same thing tomorrow??? This sh_t is getting so old,

If only Oprah would answer my letter; Or Michael would pay the ransom of bubbles,

I could do tomorrow so differently..

But nah... I gotta, got get it myself.

So I will.

In Full.

The Heat has Nuped Me...

Okay I don't know wassup, but all this hot weather had never stopped me from feeling horny. On the hour every hour.

And today. Nothing. Zip. Bam. Boom. Nothing
Its not like I got none... but now, I don't want none.
Whoah... this is unscaved terrority here.... lately I know I have been feeling real agitated, with the heat, the hussle, the everyday grind, but that never stopped and ebb and flow of horniness... or the imagination that arousal can produce, what would we do without imaginations?!??!?!?
and today, I didn't even have a shadow of a horny thought, not even the idea, of an idea about it.

Not cool.
I'm definitely going to have to get back in the gym tomorrow, and do like dudes do and bench brench off some agression or sumptin.

And you know usually around that time of the month, or near that time of the month, a girl could do a donkey, her labido is just that strong... its like a darn satellite signal beaming into galaxies far and wide....lol
Today, if a fly even landed on me, I was pissed.
*Hmph*

Whoah!

Much Betta'

Still working on my new on my improved blog.... which is this same one but REMIXED, I do not have any "settings" controls with this current blog, some how I have locked myself out own blog???? but I can still post... if anyone reading this, has some insight, please post comment Thanks!

Ok where to begin....My weekend definitely made up for my Thursday.... into Friday, cause shit was truly looking grim. Friday, me a couple of homies got the ultimate hook up to check out to the Sugah Water Concert (fo' free, YES!), with Queen Latifa, Jill Scott, Floetry and Erykah Badu

Miss Erykah Bad-Ass-Badu... she tore that sh_t up, and sewed it back together again, and as it was an outdoor concert, minus the nasty ass humidity out there... ah man it was awesome!I have seen Miss Badu before, but not like this, Jill and Latifa, have always had a personality that is evident in their evyerday style and comes thru in their music. Well, Miss Badu, showcased her's on friday.

Saturday was spent taking a friend to shop for his place, I got to squeeze in some "Me shopping," I keep saying, I'm done with buying clothes for a spell, as I have some financial goals in mine... I would of never got rid of all my 80's gear if I known it was going to come back in full force, shoot that would of kept me inspired, to keep my school girl figure... lol.

I made a pack with myself, that anything over $50, will not be purchased impulsively, it must be left in that store, and then returned to pick up.

Reason being, if it absolutely haunts me, I 'll come back and get it, if its there, its mine. If not, it was not meant to be. There has been plenty of dope shit, that I have seen, and completely forgotten all about.

As this turned into a 7 hour event, my other Saturday night plans were cut, got home too pooped to pucker....

Today me and some friends, and friend of friends hit up Jermaine Dupris new spot (Cafe Dupris)... as the sign reads: So So Def on the outside.That place was So So Whack, and he should take Cafe out of the name, because it was more like a diner. Now the food was not "that" bad, per se. It was the service SUCKED A MILLION LEMONS!!! As I'm a road runner, I'm out a lot, and this was by far the worst service...

So, some of the ladies went on home disgusted, and about 9 of us took over to Copelands, live dj, nice fruity frozen but strong drinks, GOOD SERVICE... and even free hourly drink and dinner specials, who could beat that.

As we wrapped it up with desserts... actually we started off with desserts and worked out way backwards.... I love Copelands on Park Place , off of 21st in M'httn, use to be my spot.Anyhoo, I had to leave the ladies there, some of them can shut down a place, and for me, I'm like to shut down my eyes at a decent time. Boy have I matured...lol.

Well that's all folks....

Trust, I do have plenty of down time weekends, but sometimes hanging out get in the way those... hey to quote my cousin... " I can get plenty of rest when I'm gone"

Now I thank Good I'm living, up and kicking... so some hang time, must be on the menu.....

Night Ya'll

What a Day... What a Day....

I dont even know where to being...


This has been one productive, hectic, drama filled, high energy day,
was truly a blues song in making... I finally know wha the blues were made out of... a day like mine... So I wrote a song about like to hear it, hear it go...

Blues music to start now....

...Got up real early, but still ended up late (dah, dah, da-dunt)
....Had to go to a morning conference first... but I forget my press plate (dah, dah, da-dunt)
....Which mean I wont gain access, they'll deny at the door.... (dah, dah, da-dunt)
....Now I'm pissed cause, there's traffic, and I know there's more in store
...Still got to work on time, put computer wont update (dah, dah, da-dunt)
...Which means I couldnt clock in, cause the power was off (dah, dah, da-dunt)
...tried to get my morning blog on, but no time to jerk off (dah, dah, da-dunt)
...hired some 1 new, got to train him 2day,(dah, dah, da-dunt)
but the power keep on cutting out...and not tech help on the way
...Get home to come chill for a bit, (dah, dah, da-dunt) realize got no din...(dah, dah, da-dunt)
...my cousin ate all my shit, I'm so hungry its a sin... (dah, dah, da-dunt)
...heading out to see jill scott, latifa, badu(dah, dah, da-dunt)
rushing there gas pedal to the floor... (dah, dah, da-dunt)
...get there and my battery goes out, and my jumper cables are no more.
...met a fine cutie who asked us for help, saw I looked out of place... (dah, dah, da-dunt)
...but he aint got no cable either, so get up out my face....(dah, dah, da-dunt)
....talk to my daddy on the way home, (dah, dah, da-dunt) who scared me half to death
....he said whatever I do, dont turn off the car... cause it my be my cars last breath
(dah, dah, da-dunt)
...good thing I'm insured, cause my baby was hurtin on the way home.
...Now I'm going to kiss my pillow, thank Gods, and end this blues poem.
Good Night.

Days like this....

My Recipe for A Rainy Day like This is:

4 ears to listen to the soft rain pour

1 Plush Lovechair to sit in

2 Strong Arms to cuddle in

1 Deep Sexy Voice

Stirr ingredients to taste.

And if you can't not execute this in person, call him on the phone, and share this recipe.

He loved it!

Touching

Just met a physically and slightly mentally challenged little girl, who has the most beautiful of

personalities, charm and a wonder smile.

Not to mention she was HAPPY, full with glee.

Since she was born that way, she knew not of her incapabilities like a person who has lost their mobility due to a traumatic experience, in a weird way

I guess she was speared from that kind of tribulation.

Instead, she welcomed all the things she was still able to do, and she eagerly talked about going on the swings, when she got home.

How many of us out there are able to swing, and then some, but go home and sulk instead.

Talk about considering your possiblities!!

She just served as a wonderful reminder of all that I am capable of doing.

Thank you Creator, I got your message.

Sincerely,

Loving Me (Still).

My Secret it Out!!!

All right its time to get some new drawers.
Today my options were either grandma undies, or not-so-fresh-undies from the hamper.
Keep it mind grandma undies were once sexy undies gone bad. That's what happens when you dont buy good quality, they age on ya fast.

So back to Vickies (Victoria Secrets) I go..... she better have a sale!
Hey my description does read that this is an "initmate peak at me, on the damn internet..."

Hot Date Gone Cold!

Okay so, I had a lil date/hang out with a cutie, that I cancelled. What's wrong with me??? Am I really being faithful? To someone 800+ miles away...(YIKES!)

Its not like we were going to a hotel or chapel, just bowling. And I was game, and feeling it..... but what I was not feeling was driving 40 minutes to pick dude up, only to be bringing him back. I aint gonna be able to do it.

Cute dimple, or no cute dimple. I guess I'm tied to dude who live elsewhere, cause he's heading back to the midwest, and I'm heading back bed!

Modern Girl Seeks Old Fashion Kind of Loving

I am a Modern Girl, with a old kind of fashion loving

To but my man to bed, and wake him up in the morning

I am the girl, with true romancing....

I am the girl, to hug and hold you tight.

And wake you up in the morning.

I am your modern girl...

Modern

I am your modern girl....

REMIX.

I need a modern man, with a old kind fashion loving

To put me to bed at night, and wake me up in the morning.

I need a guy, with true romancing.

I need guy hug and squeeze me tight.

He's is my modern guy.

Modern Guy.

He is my modern guy.

You Gotta Love me or Leave Me Alone...

All right I'll give him another chance.

But he's got to understand, I have no patience for the temperance of men. Pick an emotion and stick with it. Men can be the most schizaphrenic of people, they literally do have compulsive disorders, and the compulsiveness either sways toward "attachment" or dissattachment" and your suppose to be patient in between.

Fuck that.

Who ever said love is patient, lied. And was a late bloomer. Or better yet,was not a fire sign.
I am.
And this ball of fire, will burn you either with charm or with the sting of her tounge.
Pick one.

He's lucky I like his ASS. Lol.

Mom Always said,"If you don't Hear...."

"....you'll feel."

And that's exactly what's happening to a homie a mine. He's feeling it. Not my fault that nigga don't listen. Tried to tell, teach, from my own past (finanical heartaches). But nope. He had to do it his way. And now his way, got him heading my way for relief. Sorry. No dice. Pawn shop is closed.

Go hawk your goods on down on "Ignorant Boulevard" where you been peddling that ignorance for some years now.

Why do we as a people gotta be so impulsive, and hard on each other, and not pull together for the bigger picture.

Wassup with that really?

Every Black Solidarity Day we want off, we honor Malcom, Martin, pay homage, for 24 hours, then go back to our selfish world. Why are we not more like the Jews who truly pimp the system, or the Asians that strictly higher their own. Why is it, when we hire own, or try to help our own many of them do us dirty, shit on us, and think they can do better than us?

How can we operate in totally love, while hating on one another. If the whole point of live, is to live to help others, what happened to that manual, cause we got sooooo backwards.

YIPPEE MY SLUT HOE BAG FRIEND MADE IT

UP IN HERE....

JUST JOKING...

She's is a beautiful spirit, who would really enjoy expressing her deep thoughts creatively through a channel like this, I'm glad she made up in here.

WELCOME DARLING!

Nothing Like my NYC Peeps

I love my New York peeps, those are my ride or die peeps, whenever shit gets too thick, or I need to clear some air, or heck just reminisce on some "fresh air days" when shit was all pleasant, and we still lived at home at momz, and the only thing we had to worry about was a damn beeper bill, or getting money for a new pair of sneaks.

My peeps are there, each on has their own different flava to add to my NY mix. Whether is just for laughs, deep convo, philosophical, for silence. I always have a number to call, even the ones that I don't call often, whenever I do call, its special.

Shout out to all you NYC homies.....
See you at the crossroads.... you Sissies-s-s-s-s-s-s-s

Going out XCLAN style!

Over and out!
Marsh

Diamonds in my Backyard Stolen

Wow are we suppose to be soooo-ooooo-ooo impressed that the richest countries are meeting to discuss the most serious of Third World improvished/poverty issues???

Hello should this not been on their discussion board ions ago instead of who scored under par, or made a birdie over the 38 acre golf course they tee off on.I mean who they fooling, its only cause elections are rolling around again... and MTV and BET is making more youngins aware that shit aint right in Africa and other Third World Countrie due the whole G8 robberies, in the first place.Shit aint been right, since they came in and stole all the diamonds (literally) out of the back yards of many African Villagers....
Side Thought: That must of been some kind of beautiful to wake up in the morning dew, just before the sun stretches, and see the glitter of diamonds amongst the soil in your backyards... from a night's digging in the mines.. Wow!
No wonder (the REAL original) Cleopatra was draped in the finest richest, they were in her backyard... Let Elizabeth Taylor tell it, they were in hers (yeah STOLEN. Lol)....
Shit aint been right, since they came in and claimed the coal, that were in the mines, belonging to this African ppl. Aint it funny, how all the resources that these big wigs made billions, excuse me trillions off of, came from Africa???
But yet the ppl of Africa live in the most inhumane of conditions.And in India, the home of the sweat shops, life is no better. What Walmart charges on a pair of sweat pants $12.99, is one week's salary over in India, for these poor sweat shop workers... aint that some shit!
It really makes the heart sad. How do they sleep at night?
I guess the same way many of us do, with a "tuned out" ear.... and the notion that that stuff is going on somewhere "over there...." and not in their/our own backyards...
The way I see it all this "AIDE" they're going to be giving to Africa, is nothing but proceeds and profits due, from the shit they stole in the first place!!!
GETTING OFF MY SOAPBOX.... (Spewing)

Today is one of them Days...

When you expect shit to just breeze on through, it Don't.

So I'm still going to breeze thru it anyway.....

How Come?

Hey how come we didn't find this sh_t offensive as kids?!?!?

In all my hood-street-west-indian-hairdo life, has my hair eva looked like this!!

Or could it of been one of them moment when our moms turned off the TV and we just didn't understand?!?

His nickname is "Faggot"

So I'm on the phone this morning with an ex, who always takes me down memory lane, and in taking this trip down memory lane, the trip is usually a good one, but sometimes he likes to take it off the beaten path, and bring up the trips that I don't need a souvernier reminder of.
But all in all, it still a worth while humorous trip, that I'd like to share with you (again, since many of you who know me well, would know whom I'm talking about, and have either heard, or lived thru this with me)

Let's take it back a sec to 1988...... oh yeah, its polka dot shirts time, kwame hair do's, patent leather shoes, GAP was know as "FALL Into The Gap..." back then. And everybody is either GQ, or a "Fly Gyrrl." And here he comes a transfer to my school, with his Uptown Harlem USAG GQ self. I'll admit he had some flava too him, he knew how to get some dope sh_t, at crackhead prices, and he could dance his ass off. and yes he was a cutie, and I loved the way he licked his lips, and constantly rolled up his sleeves. (I later learned, that's was a habit of his, that he's not even aware he does). He could hold a crowd, since he was a great story teller, and had a lot of stories that kept our young ears interested..... he was like an old soul, that could dress and looked young, and he was straight funny, he would clown on you, and then flirt with you in the same breathe. And quite playful, we'd wrestless in the hallways, and jump each other, and spend hours on the phone just kicking it.

Anyhoo, I made a big mistake a telling a homegirl, that I liked him but "Don't tell him" and of course, she told him. What I didn't know was that it was a mutual like. I think as soon as I found out it was mutual, I got super scared, but then my scaredness was cooled off, when I found out that nigga had a girl, then my coolness, b/c came "hot" cause I then hated his guts.

That's when he started flirting big time. And I ignored his ass, every chance I got, I truly hated that phool, everytime I saw him he would say to me in the hallway "When you going let me wax that ass." I wanted to fight him. His knickname then became "faggot." That's all I could say when I would pass him in the halls, he was either called gay or he was a hoe, which made him a "gay hoe."
He backed off of me for a while, as the semester was new and fresh meat came in, then I heard he broke up with his girl. Now I'm interested again, but he can't know that, I have "stink ass attitude" reputation to uphold with him, so I continue my tirade, but this time, anytime I see this nigga talking to any female, I'm bo-garding; with an attitude!

I would boldly walk in between them breaking up any convo, or calling him a faggot, then when he would approach me on it, I did what I did best with him. Ignore him. I really pissed him off when he was trying to get with this one chick.
Whatever!

It was really hard to ignore him and like his ass at the same time, especially since we had the same extracirricular activities, which mean I saw this phool everyday.

Fast forwarding to 1990, we're out of school now, our first summer of freedom before entering the next phase in education and getting drunk is upon us. Mr Faggot calls me out the blue, sounding like he already been to college, (and he has not even gotten there) and tells me he serious about us really do this. I say "ok." And hung up the phone like "OMG I go out with so-and-so now?????" Our phone convos resume as if we never stopped, we/he could talked for hours, and you'd never loose interest, I always admired that him, and the way he kisses, he would go on my "great kissers list" there's only five on there. I won't tell him what number he is.


As breakup and heartaches are all part of life's "to do list." I'm glad to have known him in an intimate, way. I went away to school, and we lost contact for a lo-ong minute, but lo and behold about 3 years ago, I get an email from "class mates.com" what do you know, "the faggot is looking me up."
Yeah sure, I'll accept the email.

Who knew?!?!?

Okay so folks have been doing this blog this for a minute now, call me old fashion, but what a friend couldn't hear or help me process over the phone, went in a journal. Or it was worked out in sweat at the gym, or drowned in an alcholic slumber after a few cocktails.

Now I've arrived.

I decided to do a "personal" journal, and invite only people whom I know to read, instead of stranger who would quite share in my experience(s) with a visual picture.

Or don't know the sound of my voice, or my perverse sense of humor, "outsiders" can only decipher an impression of me, friends on the other hand they know, so this is who I am extending this out to right now.

Come on guys and catch a day and a glimpse of some thoughts of me.

OH FIRST I GOTTA MAKE SURE, I GOT THIS SH_T SET TO FRIENDS, AND NOT PUBLIC
"HOLD TIGHT!"

-Marsh