What can I say? I guess I’m one that doesn’t learn my lesson very easily. I’ve been involved with folks who have said that they “hate” that I have such an open personal blog and that I should actually let it go for the sake of my relationship. Although it may seem like it MIGHT be, it’s really not that simple. I started a personal blog back in 2004 as a way of releasing feelings that I had about someone that I was dating. At the time, we were living together and I DID have a written journal. But any time he found it, it was trashed b/c he didn’t like being talked about.
I guess he felt intimidated by the ink. Or maybe it was the notebook paper.
Over the last couple days, I’ve been having an internal debate with myself after having a discussion with a friend that prompted a series of tweets.
In short, one of my friends said that he was insulted by a guy that he was dating…or interested in dating…b/c he made the choice to be a blogger. He proceeded to spout off insults, saying that bloggers don’t make money, all of them are broke, etc., etc.
So I’ll be going home to North Carolina on Friday. I haven’t been in a while, but after speaking to a friend from way back when via text, the idea popped in my head to create a playlist. And by playlist, I mean songs to bring out your inner hooch. We’re all grown here, right?
Check it out! Everything on this list isn’t for everybody and last minute, I DID add R. Kelly and Beyoncé (Speechless). You’ll be alright. Adjust the list as you need. It’s 58 songs deep, 4.3 hours of ‘fun’ if that’s what you’re downloading it for.
Hopefully you’ll get to make good use of it!
You’re cut from entirely different cloths and patterns. Sagittarius is neon polka-dot on stretch Lycra; Cancer is Burberry plaid on Swiss wool. You’ll never be a match that makes sense to observers—which is why Cancer Tom Cruise and Sagittarius Katie Holmes are such a tabloid target. Is it true love, a train wreck, or a little bit of both? Let’s examine. Domestic Cancer rules home, heart and family, and holds his loved ones in his vest pocket. Sagittarius is the restless world traveler who craves freedom and adventure. Sag can either feel smothered or totally nurtured by Cancer. The Crab loves to provide every security for his sweetie, and it’s a relief to the Archer to come home to a hot meal, a drawn bath, an adoringly attentive partner. The trouble starts when Sagittarius stops coming home. Sagittarius needs sunlight, air and wide open spaces. Cancer keeps the shades drawn and burrows into his metaphorical Crab shell. When Sagittarius neglects Cancer’s need for togetherness, starts hanging out with a rowdy crew of rebels, or traipses the globe alone, Cancer’s insecurities are rankled. You have fierce tempers, and the combustion of Cancer’s moodiness and Sag’s anger can be downright destructive. What the Crab must realize is that a pretty bird in a cage will soon fly the coop—at least, if the bird is a Sag. He must open the windows and trust Sagittarius to come back to the nest, a real act of faith. Your strong sexual chemistry sweetens the pot, but you’ll need to adapt to each other’s rhythms through hard work and keen listening.
And this will NEVER happen again. So much truth in this. I don’t care what anyone says; you don’t have to necessarily govern yourself according to your zodiac sign but you best believe that SOME of your personality traits are governed by your sign. Not every _____ (insert whatever sign here) will be able to be read by a list but a lot of the shit…especially matters of compatibility…are true.
I’ve dated a couple Sag folks. And they ALL were the exact same. Very minimal differences. Pass judgment if you must but again, I’ll never date another Sag. Y’all can have that. < / read >
…cuz I promise you’ll always lose.
It’s been a hot minute since I’ve actually sat down and written a personal blog. Writing on the blog is usually a release for me, rather than something I make it a point to do on a daily basis. Nonetheless it’s 3:09am, I’m trying to figure out the rest of December, and I feel the need to drop a little word vomit…you know, just to relax a bit.