Thursday, January 22, 2009

Lazy? Yeah I am..

Okay just a slight rant about my laziness. So I’m getting dressed for work today and I notice that I don’t have a clean pair of black pants (at least not the ones I wanted to wear).. So I’m looking for other alternatives.. I find a pair of black pants that I haven’t worn in a while.. I look them over & finally see why I haven’t worn them. The seam inside the thighs of the pants was like completely gone.. Maybe over a 2 inches was bust wide open.. So I say fuck it.. They clean.. During the entire ride to work I’m thinking ok, somebody may notice that my cooch is almost hanging out due to this gaping hole (uhh I hope no one was looking down at my purse region). So I’m thinking of how to close it up. *Light goes off* STAPLES!!!! So I get to the office, no one is here; I steal a stapler off a desk, run to the bathroom & stapled the hole closed. I felt a little relieved but of course that is only a quick fix. I originally stapled my pants around 9am this morning and now at 3:30 pm, the hole is back & the staples are just hanging.. I could of sewed my pants closed this morning, but I slept almost an extra hour and then wasted valuable time picking songs to play on my mp3 player (which is actually my sidekick LX.. bitchassphone.) So now I’m at work, in pants that have a hole in them.. how awesome is that..

Case of the Ex…

We all have them (unless you’ve never been with anyone else or never had a significant other).. There are the good ones, who you are happy to let go with the hopes of them coming back & being even more in love then ever before. And when you think about them, you remember all the good. Then there are the bad ones where the break up was so bad, you cringe when you think about them or when someone says their name.. Just brings a bad taste to your mouth.

Ex#1: I thought he was uber cute. We had a couple of classes together in 9th grade. He was the only guy I knew in HS who had full mustache & beard. I let him have my virginity (worse idea ever!) After that we broke up. I tried to be cordial to him our 12th grade year, he sent my nice email to his then girlfriend who responded back very mean and I put that bitch in her place.. She met me the first day of school, guess she didn’t feel threatened or felt so threatened that she didn’t even speak.. Either way, he was a loser.

Ex#2: A year younger than me. So cute.. Straight thug. My mom hated him, she still does. We were off & on for the past 6 years. He is my friend, my first love, my heartache & pain but he holds a special place in my heart forever that no one can take. We still talk via snail mail cuz he’s in the pen. He still makes me feel like I mean so much to him even though he has a girlfriend that’s holding him down. When he gets out next year, he wants to do some things & me being stuck on his loving, I may just let it go down.

Ex#3: Tall, cute Dominican & black mixed.. Rapper, thug who was scared to kill.. Softest touch.. Dirtiest mutherfucka ever! (His how as filthy).. He is still like one of my very good friends. He’s the reason why whenever I hear Young Buck’s “Shorty Wanna Ride”, I laugh to myself.. We always talked about having a couple goodbye sessions, but never worked our way around to that since he had a baby & wifey at home.. He said I was the best and so far, he was one of my best.. *Goes to put Shorty Wanna Ride on my mp3 player*.

Ex#4: Cool, laid back dude. Mixed guy from my high school. He was that kid that was always in some trouble but was really smart. He was different & I liked it. He use to pick on me: pull my hair, call me stupid & fat.. Then sneak me kisses in the hallway or grab my butt.. Talk about mixed emotions. He disappeared after 11th grade. I thought about him consistently. Finally, he called me from jail wanting to see me & explain everything to me. We wrote back & forth for a while.. He wanted me to be his everything & I couldn’t handle it, so I disappeared this time. After a year and some change, I found his MySpace. Sent him a long message of why I left him so abruptly. He understood but was still heartbroken. We messed around for a couple of months last year, but then I dipped out to mess with my current guy..

Ex#5: Met him through a friend. Cool, country boy.. The nicest guy I’ve messed with thus far. A real gentleman. My mom met him & kinda fell in love with his big ass. One of the biggest dudes I’ve messed with too. He was well into the 300 pounds club. We had sex a total of 3 times and just so happened to get pregnant the last time (had a miscarriage & yes it was protected). We’re still pretty good friends. He still wants some of me, but I decline cuz I’m not into him anymore.


With all those guys, I can say that I can make 1 pretty good man.. I can take some of #1 sweetness (use to bring me candy every day), #2 lovemaking abilities, strength, penis, his love for family #3 stamina & strength, #4 his stroke game, & #5 his manners. All 5 of those different qualities could take me out any night. So far I haven’t found 1 guy that comes that close.. Between & during some these relationships, I’ve encountered some pretty good guys, some flakes, Mr, Hit it & Quit it, and some straight up wanksters! All in all I’ve enjoyed each guy in one way or another.


*NOTE: CLICK THE UNDERLINED WORDS (VIDEOS & ETC.)*

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

He said & I thought...

So today I was texting my main guy (you know that one who I've been "involved" with unofficially? Yeah him..)He says out of no where: I want to do what ever you want me to do to you.. I'm thinking does that include that thing you said you would only do on occassions??? He was like yeah.. So of course I got all excited.. As we kept texting, we got on the subject of who am I to you? He says, "your my starship".. I responded like funny.. but forreal? Then he says, "your a very special woman in my life". I know that but what else? "Your my shorty".

That still left a blank spot in my mind like wtf does that mean dude? So I asked a couple of friends: the female said: your unofficially his girl. I'm like cool I guess, but why couldn't he have just said you're my girl??? The male said: It pretty much means my girl or my girl of some sort.. I'm kinda between the 2 like which one does my guy mean??

I know he's scared. I'm scared too cuz I can't go too much longer just being his unofficial main chick.. There are other guys interested in making me their WOMAN, I just don't want to have those what if.. thoughts later on in life.. It's like do I stay or do I go (eventhough, I'm not really there..)

So for right now I'm staying.. I'm a lil sprung & in love (or is it lust cuz homeboy knows how to please me just right)...

WTF is a Pussy Pump?

Okay yesterday I was reading something online.. Probably Craigslist and I saw a pic of this huge, swollen coochie and that shit was just kinda nasty.. Like I was amazed, yet disgusted at how it looked. So later on, I saw that someone said it was a pic of a pussy that had been "pumped" up.. So I started my quest to see what the hell is a PUSSY PUMP.. I googled PUSSY PUMP and the results led me to Wiki After Dark and I was amazed. But I wanted to see pics or video of it actually being done or how it looks after being done.. It led me to a video that showed it actually being done..

In my personal opinion, I would not even consider that a option. I love my pussy just the way it is (minus the hair) and I get aroused quite easily. No pump necessary with this one.. But hey, if you like it, you like it. And after reading some of these sites, women & men both love the pussy pump.. So with that said, go get yours if you wanna try it.. They have many pumps: clit, nipple, pussy, penis, etc.. Just google it baby!!! Enjoy!

AIM

Am I the only person that noticed that AIM does some sort of "matchmaking" and you get a message from someone named "XXXXCoho".. I hate that. And I know there isn't a way to stop it.. Anyway, AIM me: ebony1nicole Just make sure you say how I may know you!

NOTORIOUS Movie Review

When I first saw the preview trailers for it, I was uber amped. Like words couldn't express how excited I was to see that the movie about MY FAVORITE rapper was coming out.

So January 17th, my family & I went to go see the movie about Frank White.. It was a great dipcition about his life. I was happy it wasn't immediately bootlegged across America.. If you haven't seen it, I'm telling you to go out & support it!


Masterbation.. Self Love @ it's finest!!!!

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Friday, January 16, 2009

Addiction..

I don't even know if it can be classified as addiction but I gotta have lip gloss. It has to be nice and thick, with high shine. Sometimes I like the subtle look: really thin layer.. Other times I like it to look almost fuckin outrageous: extra shiny like I've been eating chicken all day. My favorite lip gloss of all time: MAC Clear Lipglass. This stuff is like crack to me. I went into withdrawal when I thought I lost my precious $15 tube. (Yes the stuff is EXPENSIVE!).. When I found it (discreetly hidden in my abyss aka bedroom), I was hooked once again...


On to other things I'm "addicted" to: music.. I gotta have my music. Doesn't matter where I am, I gotta have MY music. I have anything from N.E.R.D. to Prince to Biggie to Amy Winehouse & everything in between. My friends & family call me weird cuz I literally listen to everything.. Call me Eccentric & Eclectic Ebony cuz I love, love, love MUSIC.. Check my IMEEM profile if you think differently!

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Work..

Okay it's a Thursday morning and I'm so bored at work. I have some things I could be doing, but I'm just not feeling it. Today is one of those days when you call in "sick", lounge around the house all day in your jammies, and just chill.. But since my job sucks, I came to work. (No paid time off, no vacation leave, no perks what so ever! They are even nice enough to give me a paper check to deposit every week! YAY ME!) Well since I'm here, might as well do some of what I get paid for.. At least at this job I can listen to music at my desk (Last job didn't even let us have a radio or anything!) So I have my Imeem play list below for you to enjoy (random ass songs.. Sorry! lol).. Hopefully there is a bright light at the end of the tunnel later on tonight: some Coldstone Ice Cream. I've been craving that for the past couple of days really hard.. I think I'll be back later to blog about some other things later on today.


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Monday, January 5, 2009

1 Broken New Years Resolution…

2009 was my proclaimed year of celibacy. A year for me to find myself without the need & wanting of sex. After reviewing 2008, I realized I’ve had soooooo much sex. Yes it was all good, safe, enjoyable sex with 1 partner. But it was a lot. So around December like every year I started thinking about my 2009 resolutions of what I wanted to improve or change in my life and celibacy was a top priority. I was even so driven that I forgot to tell my partner. January 3rd hit and he was calling because he missed his sweet stuff. To his dismay, he found out that I was keeping myself to myself. He was of course thinking I was crazy to just give sex up cold turkey, then he was upset cause he never heard anything about this plan and had no time to make up his own plan to get me to change my mind (maybe that’s why I never told him??).So of course he calmed down and tried to see it my way, then get me to see his way and try to get me to compromise. I told him, if you don’t like what I want to do, then move on. That really sent him over the top. January 4th.. He called & text me saying he needed me. All he wanted to do was hold me. My heart smiled so big that celibacy became #20 on my list of resolutions when there were only 5. He came over and showed me affection like never before.. Celibacy was the very last thing on my mind then. As he kissed and caressed me like never before, he whispered “what happened to your celibacy?” I intensely replied, “where ever you want it to be”. Then he asked, “Can I stay here, in this spot for as long as I want to, whenever I want to?” “Yes you can, I never wanted you to leave.” We had intimacy like never before. My new year’s resolution to be celibate was broken by love.