So, they fixed my Blackberry…and I was happy…

I’ve kinda been getting to know someone I should have known a lonnnnnnnng time ago…(Talkin bout, we went to the same middle school, lived in the same neighborhood, had the same friends both in hs and college…our little sisters were BFF’s, and our parents knew each other.) But somehow he and I kept missing each other. So we’re kinda playin’ catch up, and it’s fun…he’s handsome and hilarious and pretty much what you see is what you get.

He scares the bejesus outta me too tho! Cause he’s in the military…and anybody who knows me knows my beef, pork and chicken with the military. My parents ruined that for me a lonnnng time ago. But somehow I think about him wakin’ up at 6ish every morning, putting on his uniform and I think its…(When I have a word for it, I’ll say so…but for now, it makes my face kinda glowy). I think it’s admiration (not to mention he looks damn good! Lol)…I tend to go for people with less structure and discipline, and here I am chit-chattin’ away on the yadda-yadda daily and every night when I get off.

It’s nice not feeling like a house plant…ya know…you water em when you feel like it…or if you remember to.

You’re right Mr. Masenda, guys don’t go back on those words. But they sho’ll do end up wishin’ they did. Kixpo…see ya there.

F*ck!!!

A Saturday night without a Blue OR Blackberry track ball??? I’m doomed…the sprint store better be able to fix her tomorrow or I’m gonna go ape shit. :-/ All I can really do is talk and text. Can’t surf, can’t facebook or myspace…*sighs* I’m a goner.

That…and…oh forget it.

So depressed about my Blackberry!!!

^^^^^^^^She should get laid. Just sayin.

Decisions, Decisions…

I understand the concept of working a job that isn’t fulfilling. As a matter of fact, I don’t know enough people who absolutely love their job. I think when it comes to “working”, you’re lucky if you find a career that makes you happy and pays the bills. But, it’s not always easy to land that…so I’m content with a job that pays the bills and doesn’t take away from the things in life that are fulfilling to me.

With that being said, me thinks it’s time to move around. My schedule is shitty and doesn’t allow me to be as active in UK as I should be. I took this job 6 months ago believing that the compromise would be the fact that A.) We get benefits after 3 months and vacation after 6 months and B.) By 6 months we’d have more agents…giving us the opportunity to get better schedules (as we’d have seniority over new employees) but that couldn’t be further from the truth. We started out with 11 people on our team. Before we made it to the floor, we were down to 10.  Since then, we’ve lost 4 people (Includin’ Ace Boon Coon Mika and Booshie-Ass Delicia, lol!) So there are 6 agents. 2 of the 6 are team leads, so we can’t trade schedules with them. SO. That leaves us with 4 agents who can trade shifts amongst themselves. The 2 with the better schedules never wanna change shifts, and the one with the slightly less shitty shift can’t really trade cause she has to give her dog medicine on a strict schedule. This means I’m only ever off on Wednesdays and Sundays. It means if we have a fashion show or event on Thursday, Friday, or Saturday…I’m stuck at work til 11pm, and can’t go. It means that even though my vacation and sick pay kicks in next week, I’ll never really be approved to take it cause we’re so short staffed. In theory, that means I don’t get to work “Kixpo” next weekend…and I don’t get to go to Vegas next month for the company trip to the Magic convention. With all that said…I’m out like a lightbulb unless magically the “Fix shit” Fairy pays this place a visit.

O…K, B!

As far as evil robots go…he’s not one. I never…ever sit and try to “figure him out”. Cause while I’m sure that would be a challenge, the act of not doing so is a challenge in itself  as well.   I’m pretty much coasting off of a few select thoughts…

1.) It is so good. (Yes, like the yogurt commercial)
2.) I have an eye contact complex, and there have been very few people in my life that I’ve been able to make natural eye contact with. Not sayin he’s special or anything, but, I feel like somewhere on his sclera there’s a grafitti tagging that reads, “Ivy was here” Lol.
3.) Don’t get this confused with me being mushy, but, I’d probably listen to him fart the national anthem if he asked. I put up with a lotta bizarre gestures, and that really wouldn’t seem too far-fetched anymore.
4.) The last bite of cheesecake tastes best when it’s someone elses. Even if you didn’t want any. Lol…
5.) To call him a best friend seems like it would cheapen it. (I stole that concept from Kenny…who in a non-cheap way is one of my best friends. Hmm!)…but none of my best friends could get away with licking the side of my face and have me walk around smellin like a sneeze. LOL…
6.)  His “concern” reminds me that even with all my super powers, I’m not fully invincible, and I really should be careful. “You don’t like me walkin’ in the sun cause it’s hot…or unda da moon cause there’s weirdos at night…so when can I walk? And under which planet/star?” Lol…

Anyway…I don’t like the guy.

My off day

So…yesterday was my off day…went over KB’s and lounged around…takin’ cat naps and what-not…watched a shit-load of the Boondocks…lol.

Here are some recent observations…

1.) It doesn’t have to smell like laundry, cologne, soap, etc…but just a man’s scent in general (not just any man of course, lol) is this crazy mix of “turn on, comfort and safety.”

2.) We write hard…talk soft…act softer.

3.) I’m more giving than I’d like to admit.

4.) Secret turn on…whispering ANYTHING in my ear. “I really enjoy cheeseburgers”…”Did you remember to turn off the iron?”…”Can you help me do laundry on Saturday?” Yes, ANYTHING. Lol…it can get downright silly at times…what’s wrong with me???

Uhhh’s, so I get a call from Biggers, and I’m thinkin it’s gonna be on some hardcore serious-business isht…(I kinda cringed before I answered cause I was sooooo comfortable and at ease). But…he was calling to tell me my skate deck is featured on the LupEnd Blog. I’d say it was the highlight of my day…but…my whole day was kind of a highlight cause I spent it with one of my favorite people on a futon, eatin’ chips, drinkin’ happy hour jumbo fountain drinks and watchin’ cartoons. I know you’re like “Wtf?” Lol, don’t take much to make me happy. But I digress…I was totally stoked that they decided to post it…it’s kind of a big deal cause everyone knows I love all things Fiasco. 

What elsers? This is the third day in a row I’ve been in contact with Jay (AKA Mr. Abs to you Shannon, lol) and I’m kinda like, “Niiiiice…ooops…huh?” It’s just small talk, and wouldn’t be a big deal if we’d always been in touch. I dunno…I think about him and feel shy. *Hmm*

Heh. No matter. Really just stopped by to say I’m thankful for my lazy day in yesterday. Looking forward to the next.

Shhh…I stealz deh babeh pick chuhs.

Baby Jayliciah

Simply Beautiful

Jay and his newest little one

Lol, he just gon’ hafta be mad at me for sharing these. (Stole em from his facebook, lol) Speaking of, he called today as I was getting ready for work. All’s well for him, and like I said before, I couldn’t be happier. These were my fave pics from the album cause of the way he’s looking at her. *Cheesy grin* I love it!

Her name is Jayliciah Marie, and I’m here to tell you right now, had it been me, and she haaaaaad to have his name in there somewhere, it would have been “Jaela” (You heard me, not Jayla like he’d try to do) Lol, again, all kinds of congrats cause she’s freakin a. dor. able.

Ciao Babeh!

Lupe Fiasco inspired skate deck.

Okay, so for those of you that DON’T know, I’ve been in Love with Lu prolly since before he was featurin’ on Tha Rayne’s songs (btw, though nobody knows who they are…I loved them…Yummy Bingham is the truth!) Anyways…not gonna gush on him, cause if you love Hip Hop, Rock, Pop, Fashion or any nerdy shit, you can pick up what he’s puttin’ down. (Haha…I stole that from Prince Vince Blade Brown…lol) Anyway…I’d call Lupe a genius, but…it’s takin him entirely too long to ask for my hand in marriage. Lu…whatchu waitin’ on?!

: ) Enter the first official “Chic” deck from Unkommon Kolor…

I love Lupe Fiasco!Details, Details...

Details, Details...

My first custom deck…engraved with a woodburner, stained, and handpainted by my alter ego (Pretty Flaca DiBaca). My tribute to the man of my dreams and one one of the songs that put him on the rest of the word’s radar, “Kick Push”.

“…Now let me make one thing clear, I don’t need to ride yours, I got mine right here…”

A quote I live by : ). You can check this and other Fly Shit out at Unkommon Kolor.

Peace…F&F^

: ) !!!

So…though I completely winged this weekend, I did it well. Friday…open mic poetry…I had a BLAST. Performed twice (I did “Love May King” and “Other Women, Other Woman“) got some great feedback…I really just have to work on my nerves. Either way…GREAT night. I heard 3 of THE most talented R&B Soul artists live and under one roof. Quentin Dyer Moore, John Bailey and Archie Robinson. OMG. Okay, Yeah, Q is my friend…but dude is TALENTED. He recently released an album, and if I can figure out how to link to all his stuff, I’ll do so later. Archie and John were COMPLETE surprises…I had never met either of them, and while I had heard of John, I’d never heard him live. Each of them performed individually…KILLED IT. Then they came back up for a collabo…I’m here to tell you right now…there was nothing more beautiful than three SEXY, TALENTED, CHOCOLATE LOCAL artists performing…the only way I can explain the music they made (keep in mind it was pretty much all improvised!!!) is to say that I was starving and didn’t even know it! Then their voices fed me. It was like something was poured over me…I was definitely in a trance. Whatever voo-doo they did…it’s rekindled my love for the Dallas music scene.  Again, I’ll try to come back and link to these artists I was so blessed to meet and perform amongst…but I will say, there’s no youtube vid or online snippet that will be able to give you an idea of how I felt in their presence…there’s nothing like being right there to hear the richness of their voices, and the music…omg. Alright, I’m done…sort of…

Speaking of Good local music…(soon to be all over the world music) The Sore Losers had a GREAT show Saturday night…check out the pics here : ) *goofy grin* That King Blue guy is rather handsome…Vince did his thing…even with those retched tube socks. :-/ Lol, so…shot out to KB, Prince Vince, Fizzy Dino Pop, Damaged Good$ and Steven “Wreckamic” Mullin for bein’ the DOPEST Storm Trooper to ever grace the stage. (Check the pics…he was doin the Stanky Legg…need I say more?!)

*Shrugs* All in all…it was a good night…I got to be around some of my favorite people…hear some of my favorite music, and probably add to some of my favorite memories.

I’ll leave with a few things I observed…

1.) There’s something utterly magical about sexy panties…they scream, “Touch me…” without even being seen. 

2.) My little purple dress (or any simple dress I throw on for that matter) can whoop your little black dress’s ass!!!

3.) Eyes…arms…get lost in em.

Ciao!

Chase

So, I’ve lived in my North Dallas neighborhood for nearly 3 years. Not much has changed accept there’s more cops, less violence, and I get slightly less attention than I did when I was new. I say less, because when I first moved out here, I was TERRIFIED to leave the house during the day. I’d get so much unwanted attention it was scary. Guys following me for blocks, or tryin to trap me with their vehicle in a dead end, etc. It got to the point where I’d only walk down the street after 11pm. Cause at night, in my pajamas, it’s harder to see what I look like. People are less likely to bother me cause I could be a crack-head, a hooker, a guy… Whatever. Well, out of all the guy’s cars that slowed down over the years, there’s one guy that I was always polite (though short) with. In all of our run-ins, He’s never honked at me (my pet peeve). He always rides alongside me, trying to convince me that “today’s the day…” Lol. He’s parked and walked with me a few times, and while I admired his “I’m tryin to come correct” approach, it still didn’t get him far. His name is Chase, and he strikes me as a soft-spoken, square Ryan Leslie. Yesterday, he saw me at the shopping center near my apts. He quickly parked his Hummer, and followed me into where else? The beauty supply store. Lol, he dared to go where no straight man dares to gooooo…lol. I couldn’t find what I wanted, so we went next door to another store where I did. (Cleaning gloves) he then grabbed my hand (bold, right?!) And for some reason I spared his life (anybody knows that I’m quick to pull out the mace and/or a blade). He opened up the passenger side of his truck and gave me a ride back home (2 min away). We talked, and after nearly 3 years of politely turning him down, I gave him my number. Not cause I wanna date anyone…hell, after this week, I’m so burnt out on “liking” someone, I don’t know when I’ll come back down off the shelf. It’s not like getting back up on the horse…it’s more like climbing onto a talllll giraffe…oh well. I’ve got a 3 day weekend, and my prior plans are ruined so…
But I digress. I gave him my number “because”. And because had I not, I feel like Karma woulda sent another asshole along to teach me a lesson. Heh…hope this week ends well. I really wish Ant coulda came to open mic last night. *fighting a smile* I remember him being quite the poet.