Month: July 2009

You know what! I was all mad cause I had the wrong glove on at the memorial. Hell, he switches up hands so there is no right or left to it. by

Why ain’t Whitney Houston dead? SHE WAS ON CRACK MAN (In Smokey from Friday voice)! You know, I be forgetting that he could grow facial hair. I bet shaving all of the time has to be a drag. I’m undergoing therapy right now. Mike Picture Therapy. I’m looking through my Mike photo album, taking it…

Mike, why was the leotard a good idea on the Dangerous Tour? The more I look at the hair from the BAD Tour, the more it looks like a sew in. by

CompanionshipI miss a soft caressA deep stareA rough spank of my assThe smell of a manA secure hugA soft kissShit talking and time killingThe touch of a sensual black manLarge hands with an even larger appetite…for meDoes it exist anymore? by

Yo, Wal-Mart has been having $3 DVDs. I got The Wedding Singer, Dream Girls, Shrek 2, A South Park Christmas and DVDs 2-5 of Avatar: The Water Chronicles. by

Ok, so I totally be forgetting the Blood on the Dance Floor was an actual album. Ooh, Jimmy Jam and Terry Lewis was all over Is It Scary…that is my JAM! Oh, this was the time of the GOLD PANTS! He was getting kinda thick in the hips. Them white girls like them gold pants….

Can I just say how tight Marsha from Floetry is in a weird way. Like, she can sing, but her bravado kinda weirds me out. Can she sing with less bravado? Or is that just her thing? She gave us Butterflies…and that is enough for me. What is so cool is that when Mike recorded…

I’m still amazed at the fact that white people’s hair can change colors through childhood. That shit is scientifically terrific! by

You know what…Mike has doe eyes. Like the innocent soft eyes of a baby deer or something. But it’s funny how he can change it up and give you such intensity or a flirtatious stare. by

I readily admit that I deal in emotional extremes. Rarely am I neutral or just alright. I’m happy or sad. Cool or mad. And those extremes can sometimes change expeditiously. by