Truthfully Speaking

My Pimp Hand is Way Strong

But I had to get to the D to solidify that.

Nah, I’m just playing. I think I need to see some sort of therapist cuz I think I’m having "withdrawal issues".

If I had to give myself a prognosis, I’d venture to say that anytime I place myself into a situation that in some way, I’ve created to be something "ideal", I go into a state of depression once I’ve experienced it and then left it behind.

Meaning:

I love being around people. My normal life is pretty void of people though. I’m usually on the phone or isolating myself somewhere. When I have an opportunity to be around people, I am joyfully overwhelmed, but when it is all over, I fall into a state of depression.

I love family. My normal life is pretty void of family though. When I have the opportunity to be around "my ideal perception of what family should be", I am joyfully overwhelmed. When it is all over, I fall into a state of depression.

If you see an overpriced Toyota driving down the B.W. Parkway with tears welling down the driver’s eyes, it’ll just be me.

By the way, I want to talk about Mary’s new song Be Without You sometime this week. Boy, am I feeling that song.

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Rebound

It’s 12:11am, Thanksgiving day, and I’m laying on my bed with the laptop on my bent legs blogging. If you all didn’t know better, you’d prolly think that I wasn’t going anywhere for the holiday. With snow on the ground and my car needing to be taken over to the crib in DC, I’m doing my best procrastination act. In fact, I’m only doing laundry to take with me now.

As I was walking back and forth listening to Mariah Carey’s Shake You Off remix and Mary J. Blige’s Be Without You on repeat, I couldn’t help but revert back to a post I read a while back that had to do with rebounds. And I’m not talking about basketball here.

As much as I hate C.arl T.homas, I LOVE "Rebound". I must note here that I have a tendency to love songs that I cannot relate too at a,ll. But that’s neither here nor there. Note these lyrics:

What’s the reason you are so sad
I don’t think that I have seen you frown like that
I thought that I made you smile
But I haven’t seen you do that in a while
You say he called you
And he said he loves you still
In your eyes I see you miss him
Did you bring me in your life to help you deal

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Goapele

When Goapele was last here in DC, I was somewhere pimping around. With me, it’s hard to tell. I mean, with my ADHD and all, I often find myself losing track of whatever it is that I’m trying to do. But I love Goapele almost like I like Martin Luther. Okay, not really. Cuz Martin, even in his "kilts" is an absolute turn on for me. But that’s neither here nor there.

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Abandoned Skyscrapers

I think I’m gonna try to be like my shero Kajuana, and blog during some ungodly hour of the morning daily. I don’t know if I can do it, but it’s sure worth giving the old schoolgirl’s try (or some shit like that).

I’ve been out of town every weekend for the last…I don’t know how long. It’s been refreshing to say the least. These last two weekends found me in

New York City

. I think I’m falling in love with the place again. I mean, I never stopped loving it. But in the last few weeks, I’ve really been enjoying the anticipation of being there and then the actual time that I’ve spent.

For the first time in my life, I’m not spending Thanksgiving with the famo. That’s kinda weird for me. At the same time, I’m crazy excited because I’m going to visit yet another state that I’ve never been too,

Michigan

. So, here’s a snippet of a convo that I had with my brother. Oh yeah, my brother got an honorable discharge from the Marines (don’t tell me that there isn’t a God somewhere). Anyway, here goes:

Bro: Wat’s popping?

Me: Nothing mang. Chillin. Where you at?

Bro: Still in

North Carolina

.

Me: Dude! I thought you called me earlier this week and told me that you were in DC.

Bro: No! I told you that I was coming to DC. Anyway, you fronted.

Me: What? Nigga, how did I front?

Bro: It’s all good.

Me: Now you making me mad.

Bro: Whatever. Anyway, what are you doing for Thanksgiving?

Me: I’m going to

Detroit

.

Bro: *lonnnnnnnnnnnng pause* You like

Detroit

?

Me: I’ve never been there

Bro: I hope that whoever you are staying with owns a gun.

Me: What?

Bro: Yeah, that shit is the slum.

Me: You always have something to say about something.

Bro: Cee! Have you ever seen an abandoned skyscraper?

Me: No silly. An abandoned skyscraper. That’s pretty damn funny.

Bro: Well, that’s what your gonna see when you get to

Detroit

. Let me know how you like it.

Me: I will. *thinking to myself* how am I gonna get my BB gun on the plane….lol

So yeah!

Detroit

for Thanksgiving. I’m excited about that. What are your plans?

Long Distance

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been in some sort of a long distance relationship. For me, they work magnificently. But I still don’t know if they’ve traditionally been a positive thing for me. And in saying that, I’m not even suggesting that I cheated or anything like that. I’m simply stating that I don’t know if I have grown from them.

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