pure mike. acapella.

michael jackson was magic. the whole WORLD is mourning or at least should be. the whole world except for maybe govenor stanford (for obvious reasons)....

deep down though, i knew it would happen like this. it's part of the formula. it CEMENTS his icon status.

on an unrelated note - i can't help thinking that i WISH i had the presence of mind when i was younger to move to LA and become an EMT. i mean they get ALL THE GOODS, from the inside looking out.

i'm going to miss you michael. we all are. really. man. DAMN.

from her to him......

It is virtually impossible to solve any problem with another person (especially when one of them is solely responsible for the cause of the problem) - if two people cannot and/or will not communicate. That means information disseminates two ways. Two options, one result.


I want to help you. It would be a win-win for both of us if I do. You make me feel good (when you do).

If you ask for my help, you have to accept it the only way I know how to give it to you. I cannot do it any other way - i am ME. You know me, you say you love me - you should know that (and still love me).

In an emotional rage (here comes the part of making me feel like a lesbian) you said you didn't need my help any more. Need or want. You would rather deny my assistance than apologize. Wow. You dropped the ball babe. And you don't need or want my help?!?! Ok.

We can't go another further until we can agree on the source of the problem. Primarily to make sure it never comes up again. Not to make you feel bad, but to make you feel good. You know I love making you feel good. Apologize, let's move forward and come up with the adjusted plan.
What is it that takes over? Is it pride - could that be it?

Whatever it is, it is not my responsibility to figure it out. We could be working on your stuff right now (even at this moment) ---but we're not babe. Pride again? Hmmm its worth considering, right?

You should be clearly aware of what I expect. I'm not going the lesbian relationship route and saying one thing, and wanting something else. You owe me an apology. You wasted my time. You dropped the ball babe.

Say you sorry (and then kiss me) that is all you have to do - really EVER. I can forgive. I drop the ball-however infrequently that may be. I admit it to my coworkers sometimes (extremely infrequent), I can surely admit it to my man (who makes me feel good, when he does).

You can't admit it to me?

Pride sucks.

ummm ms. mo'nique....GIRL....

who did you piss off in the industry? i surely hope that is not the case because i listened to mo' nique nique nique nique nique in the afternoons DAILY. i LOVED it. i was so happy to have a chance to get to know you as a person. i was impressed. i mean, you really did grow on me. it was something small about the way you over enunciated certain syllables, but i got over that quickly. i mean, it still bothered me sometimes, but hey in the big scheme of things - YOU WERE MY GIRL.

then one day - boom - no more radio show for you. and then i look up and ricki lake is hosting charm school - man WTF?

I MISS YOU GIRL. what's tea?

the most interesting man in the world

turns me ON - i absolutely love these commercials. ABSOLUTELY.LOVE.

right back...right back....in love again........

the snug life

HILARIOUS!

this is soooooooooo funny to me. i remember when my snuggie first arrived in the mail. I WAS SO EXCITED!!

so - whenever the NEXT PERSON has the nerve to say something about my snuggie (i.e., 'crys - you look like a cult member') I WILL NOT hesitate to let them know - I'M LIVING THE SNUG LIFE!!!

man i can't wait

the weirdest things turn me on......

Crying Over Spilled Semen......

Why women who don't use condoms feel happier. in my ongoing research of women suffering from semen addiction, i ran across this little nugget today. i've known this for quite some time actually.

anyhow.....it's FRIDAY again! thank goodness for an excellent week. THANK YOU GOD. a promotion. a raise. a happy healthy soon to be 5 year old boy. good girlfriends who share your love for relaxation followed by fine dining - especially at the last minute. parents who love you unconditionally and spoil you rotten. sisters and brothers who you know got your dizzam bizzack. a team of about 35 neices and nephews and great neices and great nephews who would give you their nail beds if you asked for it. a man who inspires you to be better than you've ever been before. in EVERY way. goodness. and you know what - even today...especially today a baby daddy who is responsible and who handles the dizzam business. i can travel so comfortable knowing that everything is where it's supposed to be. i am so blessed.

send the Angels with us this weekend please. safe travel and return. Amen!

oh yeah and - Semen contains hormones including testosterone, estrogen, prolactin, luteinizing hormone and prostaglandins, and some of these are absorbed through the walls of the vagina and are known to elevate mood. it aint nothing like some good ole relaxation coupled with mood elevation. nothing like it.