Dear Friend of a Friend Like Me, I just wanted to say that WE’RE SORRY. Since you’re such an understanding person you’re probably thinking, “No it’s OK. Don’t be sorry” BUT LET US BE SORRY. Please. Because we know that we can be a bit much sometimes. And when I say “a bit,” I really mean, “a lot.” And when I say sometimes, I really mean a lot of the time. We also wanted to say THANK YOU. Since you’re such a generous person  you’re probably thinking, “No it’s OK. You don’t hav

In Thoughts On Turning 30: Switching Careers, Jozen talks about the difference between talent and skill. In it he basically solidifies the saying, “Ideas without execution are worthless”. I cannot stress how true this is, because I have sadly exemplified the concept for years. I hope that from this moment on I personify the following personal mantra instead: Envision, execute, enforce. Envision. I am a visionary. I don’t even care if I sound pompous for saying that because it

We’re already three months into 2015, but just thought I’d share some gems from this past Christmas. From family parties to friend parties to the annual Kingpin Disco event, there were lots of laughs, food, and even more alcohol. I’m truly blessed to have two families! #gallery-19494-1 { margin: auto; } #gallery-19494-1 .gallery-item { float: left; margin-top: 10px; text-align: center; width: 25%; } #gallery-19494-1 img { border: 2px so

Speaking of being honest, I got the best news one day. Someone that I thought about getting to know better told me, “I take relationships seriously, and value commitment. But I’d be foolish to think I could commit to one right now.” I wanted to grab this mans face and kiss him right then and there. I’m about to bitch, but I really did appreciate the fact he brought it up to begin with. Except, I never asked for anything. Not an explanation, nor a “talk,” and definitely not an

You’re glowing. It’s because he told you he’s so glad he’s out with you tonight. Otherwise, someone else would snatch you up for sure. The two of you are in the middle of a deep conversation about the playoffs when out of nowhere he interrupts himself and reminds the both of you of how pretty you are. You crack a joke about how he’s acting like a scrub on 5th and Market but believe him when he says you’re so fun to hang out with, because well, it’s true. It’s a nice night in

During our 2010 postseason run, I drank. A lot. The closer we got to the ‘ship, the more I drank. Me and my co-worker Dre who is a fellow Giants fanatic, would come into work in the mornings with matching dehydrated, haggard faces. And we would complain about how tiring the season was, and how the team needed to hurry up and win so that we could get some sleep and give our livers a rest. Despite the torture, we both did it again and again until we came in the morning after th

I’m doing it again. That silly “thinking of you” thing that I have no control over. You know, that thing where I think about the first time we met. How I wanted you right from the very start. “I told my girl you can get iiiiiit,” and then *poof* there you were with your hands in your pockets and smile on your face. That thing where I remember the first time we slept together. I was wearing shorts in your kitchen, and you kept rubbing my thigh while your roommate and I talked

Inspired by Yuna. I hung up a picture of you on this wall called my heart. It fell down five times since, but I refuse to give up. It hurts too much to look at you, and even more to take it down. Sometimes I sit there and stare. Pretend I can feel your hair in my hands, and taste you on my lips. Wonder how you’ve been, and what you’ve been up to. But most of all, if there’s any remnants of me in your house. In your head. In your heart. I miss you. I keep your memories on a sh

I want to know what fucking pain medication you’re on, or magical band-aides you’ve been using. For me, a heartbreak is a heartbreak is a heartbreak. Maybe you’ll heal faster, and maybe you’ll be able to hide the agony this time, but it still hurts nevertheless. So of course I’m scared to fall in love again. I’m scared to once again make someone a priority when I am only their option. I’m scared of once again allowing myself to think I wasn’t good enough. That is was my fault

There are some things that immediately turn me off upon first meeting a man. There’s bad hygiene, raggedy kicks, cockiness, and no sense of humor just to name a few. But one of the biggest turn-offs of all is when I ask them if they have a girlfriend and they respond, “It’s complicated,” or, “I got a situation.” OH COME. THE FUCK. ON. I already explained in this post what all that really means, but let me tell you why hearing those words from someone you’re interested in is a

Originally written sometime in July. I miss you, and I’m mad. They say it’s normal, and it is. But I don’t care. I miss you, and I’m mad. You don’t deserve to be missed. You didn’t deserve it then, and you sure as hell don’t deserve it now. I think about you. Everyday. You don’t deserve that either. The part that pisses me off the most is I miss you more now than a week ago. Isn’t it supposed to fade away? I didn’t even think about you a month ago. What the fuck? You’re such

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Sitting at the bar of a posh hotel does wonders for a woman’s self-esteem. Last Saturday, as I was stirring three olives in my exxxtra dirty martini at the XYZ bar of the W hotel, I caught a whiff of my own freshly washed hair and thought to myself, “Damn, I smell good.” Needless to say, I was feelin myself that night and I am not the least bit ashamed, because it was ALL ME. And it’s been a while since I genuinely felt good about myself without the validation from someone el

Looks like it’s a Thirsty Throwback Thursday today, woo hoo! Was going through my old Photobucket account, and couldn’t help myself. I will admit, those were the fucking days. I didn’t give a fuck about the haters, I knew where my head was at and never did anything that made me feel uncomfortable or ashamed. I LOVED getting paid to get dolled up and dance. It was good money, and fun times! My only regret: those God awful space boots. However, I absolutely adored being 5’7″!

Sometimes I have absolutely NOTHING to say. I hear crickets in my brain, and see tumbleweed floating around. Sometimes I have TOO MUCH to say, and I can’t organize my thoughts in an engaging manner. And then SOMETIMES, I just want to rhyme lol. Because it’s easier, and I’m a cheater. Maybe when I’m less brain dead I’ll write a real “Life After Death” post. I saved this one for today so yall can marinate on it during the weekend. Happy Friday everyone 🙂 “There is life after d

“If you want to confuse a woman, be everything she wants in a man.”~Unknown Well MOTHERFUCKER. Those are one of those quotes where as a woman, I’m unsure of how to react. Just as I want to raise one hand in the air and let out a, “You ain’t neva lie!” I just as quickly want to put both hands on my waist and say, “Heyyy, wait a minute what’s that supposed to mean?” Of course I know what it means, I’ve been confused before. I had just gotten out of a “non-confusing” relationshi

I’m sorry if I may seem slightly aloof. I’m paying attention, I swear! Those purple pumps look better with that dress than the black ones. Pink lipstick, pearl earrings, and pull your hair back. See, told you! And yes, I did just take a picture of my white hot chocolate and send it to him because next to him, it’s the next best thing. Because he’s everywhere. Club XS. He’s there. In the bathroom. He’s there. Island Sushi. Turn around. HE’S THERE. But don’t worry, because I’m

::Editor’s Note:: This is probably one of my favorite and first blogs I had ever written. I wrote it on MySpace before I had even heard of “blogging,” and what prompted me to start taking my writing seriously. It’s funny to see how my writing has evolved. Sometimes I can’t believe I said certain things. At any rate, to keep in theme with V-Day week, here’s another tender post for you all. Have a great weekend! An old MySpace blog written: Thursday, October 09, 2008 Current mo

In case you missed it the first time, check out this past weeks posts below! And don’t forget to follow GATNB on Instagram here! We Stay Fly, No Lie, and You Know This.  I once heard that a suit to a woman, is like lingerie to a man and I completely agree. If that’s the case, then basketball shorts are to women, what yoga pants are to men. Food For Thought.  Because the only thing worse than someone hating something because it got popular, is someone hating something because

Give me your love. That unapologetic love. That you’ve slept at my house all week, went home just to get a change of clothes and now you’re back, but it’s ok because I love your face kinda love. That inconvenient love. That I gotta go to the gym, get my nails did, bake 3 dozen cake pops, get fitted for a brides maids dress, clean the bathroom, buy a birthday gift, do someone’s makeup, and wash a load of laundry – yet you wanna ask me if I have time to hang out today???!!! OF