: ) !!!

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.

Happy for him!!!

Alright. So. I said I had somethin to say about Jay. Hopefully my blog is tucked away far enough for him to never find this one, lol. I love him to death, and wish him only the best…cause even though our past is troubled, he’s an amazing person and I’m blessed to have known him. With that said…

He'd kick my ass if he knew I referenced this pic.

 

First off, backstory…I almost quit my job, moved half-way across the world to have a lil girl with him. Lol, blunt, but we were on a mission back in the day, lmao. Here’s the summary:

I met him at work one day…didn’t take him serious…at all. He was gooooode looking, and played basketball…really well. So those were the red lights for me, lmao. Dude’s like that are either hoes, or they’re chased by a million of em. He gave me HIS number, and I dunno what I did with it…(well I knooow what I did with it, but I don’t want to say it here, lol.)

2 months later, I run into his homeboy…who was like, “You know, he looked for you at all his home games…looked out in the crowd, and you neva’ came…” :-/ Had me feelin’ all crunchy like the wicked witch of the East…and he calls Jay up right then and there to tell him he ran into me. Few days later, he “stopped by” Ahem. By stopped by, I mean he drove prolly 45 min to an hr to see me. Nothing sexual…we watched his basketball footage (He’s incredible) and just “caught up” since we never spoke after the day I met him. After a while, we started talking, his ex and mother of his children caused some static, makin’ threats about him not being able to see his boys…so I walked away. I didn’t wanna have any part in a man not being able to see his kids…especially one who is a devoted father like he is. He told me to reconsider, and that his ex had backed down…I still didn’t. We ended on bad terms…and didn’t speak or see each other for 2 years.

Ahem. But when we did, we hit the ground running…I was immediately on a plane to Atlanta to reunite with the man of my dreams…lol. There’s no need to go into detail…but I flew back to Texas glowing. I was looking forward to packing up my life, having a big belly, swollen feet, and buying pink stuff. This is the blog about that very day I headed home to say goodbye to Texas.

Anyway…I ended up not having his baby. He ended up having custody battles with the ex, it put extra stress on us, and we didn’t make it. By the time he moved back to Texas, there was nothing to salvage…I loved him, but I didn’t think we could make it work. I didn’t wanna risk getting caught up or hurt…and I had met Ant (insert dreamy music ya’ll, lol). The last time I saw Jay was last July. Won’t go into details, cause it was one of the saddest nights of my life. All I’ll say is that he promised up and down that in the time we were together and in the last 8 months, he hadn’t been with another woman. (I didn’t believe him). He wanted us to get back together, and for me to leave Ant alone. I wouldn’t…so he left. A month later, he posts pics up of his new (old gf) referring to her as his future baby mama. I got a good laugh outta that…cause had I left Ant (And we all know that’s not scientifically possible, lol) that woulda been me. Or it woulda been both of us! Lmao…I spoke to him back in January, and he tells me they were getting married, and he was expecting a baby in June. Then a month later he tells me she lost the baby. He said she was 6 months pregnant. (Yeah, do the math…count the lies.) But then…last week…She had the baby!!! I don’t even care about our past, or the lies…It’s a little girl!!! And she’s BEAUTIFUL…even fresh outta the womb!!!(You know I don’t fuck with babies til they’ve had the slime offa them for at least 3 weeks…lol!!! Most babies come out lookin like gargoyles and I don’t play that shit…but, she’s gorgeous. I don’t even care he was trife as hell…I’m glad he finally got the little girl we wanted…and looking at his track record, it’s for the best that I wasn’t the one to give it to him. But I’m happy. Genuinely happy…and hope he continues to be blessed with his new family, and his basketball franchise he just bought. *Chuckles* I’m an awesome ex. I guess I didn’t have to type all this out to just say that whenever I read Shannon’s blogs about the little girl she didn’t get to have…I think about ‘07. We’ll have our own with real Prince Charmings, lol, someday, I’m certain of it.

p.s. Shannon if you’re reading, hover your mouse over your name. LOL

Toodles!!!

Google Me, Baby!

Lol…so I was havin’ this “I’m hungry but too on edge to eat, What if I really doooo have the diabeetus, I miss KB, prolly should call my Madre and touch bases, Everyone buy a shirt, no I’m not crying!!! (But I really am)” Day, and I thought I’d just curl up and dieeeee!!! LOL vvvvvthat’s how I looked!!!

Punky and Breezy

Last night my Ant Bite texted me…lol, *crowd goes aww* I hope things are looking up for him.

*Pause!!!* While we’re on ex’s, REMIND ME TO TELL YOU BOUT JAY. Omg…

Okay. So today…I see Leslie and just wanna cry in her lap. But…I had a million things to do at my desk, so I just kept leanin back to keep the tears in. Even though it’s Mika’s day off, I was bummed not havin’ her here cause I know she’s never comin’ backkkkk….:( Damn son…

As far as Mr. Feet-Sweeper-Offer, in search of peace, I said my piece…and we’ll see what happens.

But so yeah…I googled myself at my desk. I’m not vain…but I do it every few weeks or so. (It’s fun because I’m like the only “Krisaela” in the world…there’s another, but I think it’s a dude in the Phillipines…) Anyway…I got the normal stuff (Blogs, Unkommon Kolor, Poetry, Track Meet results from way back when…but then…I clicked this…and it Made. My. Day. LOL…it’s like, 2 years old…but the compliments made me all warm and fuzzy inside. I never read them til today. I remember that shoot with my bestie, but not the comments on the pic. Hell, I didn’t think much of the fact that I was in the pic…I was quicker to brag on HIS skills…cause he’s freakin amazing. *Sighs* I see him enough, but I miss him. Like, I miss him 2 years ago. Sip on that…

Package!!!

Yayskies!!! It’s coming!!! Ships out tomorrow…should be at my door Tuesday just in time for me to get off work…I’m all kinds of excited…lmao, I get the feeling I’m not gonna get SHIT done Tuesday at work. Hell…I’m blogging at my desk now and it’s only Saturday…lol.

*Ahem* Topic change…it’s about that time…Blue’s (who will now be referred to as RAB) birthday is on deck, as well as UK’s 1 year anniversary. I’m excited…cause it shows I’ve come along way. For those that weren’t snoopin around here a year ago, Rab’s party was where I met Ant. Lol…Neva’ met him before…lookin ass… : )!!! In addition to that, I’ve survived a year of putting up with the guy’s shinanigans…not easy…even for a Flaca. I’ve grown to love them all, even though half the time I can’t stand them.

*Fastforward* It’s now Monday…I tracked my package and it’s IN TEXAS…FINALLY!!! I’ll have it tomorrow…Yippy with a side of skippy.

So…it’s GSD-M (Get $#!+ Done MONTH) over at Unkommon Kolor and beyond…hop to it. I’m starting my month by tweeking a new shirt design I plan on releasing in time for fall…contemplating painting a deck to match it…meh, who knows. Lastly, I’m gonna try to get one of the guys (Ahem…Biggers…Bryan…Arif…cough-cough)to teach me the ins and outs of photoshop/illustrator. Should be a really productive month.

My little sis is competing in the 100m at state on Saturday. Go get em Cork!!! She’s got the second best time in the area (11.6)…hellz yeah. (Sorry, her habit of adding Z’s to everything may have rubbed off…she’s 16 for poop sake.)

*Shrugs* Not much goin’ on other than the several-mentioned package…and everything…I’m thinkin about performing at an open-mic night at Absinthe Lounge in downtown Dallas…(It’s my fave night spot)…If I can clean the rust off, and overcome my “fear” of performing in front of KB *stupid grin* I’ll drag him along for the show…if not…I’m always satisfied with a nice calm evening…

“Ass low, ass low, I always request you…” –Drake

Had to throw that in…love that song.

Anyways…that’s all I wanted…Aww man, Amen.

Love May King (Me Into a Fiend)

I’m So far gone,

Shoulda never

 Let me leave,

 Cause this the

“Best I ever had”,

Let alone ever seen.

This that Love May King

Me into a Fiend,

Left always amazed,

Schooled,

And in a Daze

Like Spike Lee flicks,

 I’m Girl 6 for his fix,

Yeah, She’s Gotta Have It,

Used to be your addict,

Now I’m his bad habit,

 Sheeeit…on his?

I’d trick if I had it,

Like, “Yeah, you can have it”

Weave? Yeah you can grab it.

Round 4, 5, 6

We at it like Like rabbits,

Sex drive

Automatic,

On top like attics,

Up against the wall,

Neighbors like, “Dagnabbit!”

Please, have a seat.

This poem came about today when I realized I had a guest. It’s dripped in spite, but, it’s less personal than you would think. It’s an all-inclusive lecture (to several people, annnnd myself…) It’s how I was feeling on the way home today. Lastly, it was sparked by my decision to move back to San Antonio.

You’re not welcome,
But you’re welcome…
I mean, thank you
For joining us,
I mean, joining them.
Hall of Fame of No-Names
With plenty game and no shame.
Pretty lame…
If you think about it,
Hope you thought about it,
Hope you nod about it,
Talk to God about it,
Happy shout about it,
And can do without it,
Cause it’s good to be,
Too good to be,
(What you were to me…)
But best you be
Free,
To have two,
Or three…
To half you and me.

And I’m happy for you,
Not exactly for you,
I’ll be back before you
With my back before you…

Call me Ullyse and you Arliss

Than your excuses.

Future tales of more you’s,
Lessons with more use,
and less to lose.
Cause I refuse
(I fuse, and then I fuse again)
To be con-fused
With Beneficial Friends.
(Ctrl alt delete-ends. )

Sometimes I have to lose to win.

*Hit Send*

Love May King

Weekends used to be weak ends to the week,

Now I’m weak for the week’s end,

Weak when we end,

And fall fast asleep.

Icing for you,

Then do things that some thought but few knew things,

New things for you things,

Too good to be true things,

Better than she used to things,

Better than ya used to things,

Better than if you used two things…

On your back, makin’ scratches,

Pullin hair, leavin’ patches,

Wonderin’ who this cat is…

Askin’ who’s this cat is…….

Love May King, But

I’m the queen of this queen-bedspread,

Legs spread

like word of mouth,

Bed, Table, shower, couch,

Love May King

So fulfilling

Soulful filling

Ready, willing,

givin’ him the business,

Love May King a killing.

g’nite!

Stand by flight 11/4/07

So I took a year off, started posting to my myspace blog and though I loved the cryptic approach that is needed when addressing such a critical all-inclusive audience, I miss my gut-wrenchingly honest posts offered up here and on the P. Flaca chronicles. So I came home. I’m sitting here at Hartsfield-Jackson, watching so many beautiful people pass me…I’ve decided that a busy airport is an artist’s dream. *elbows Jeremy*. It’s quite lovely to watch from a distance. And this busy bustle of people and suitcases and strollers and bags and children trailing behind with teddy bears and dolls behind them is a perfect representation of what is taking place in my body as we speak. Everything rushing, anxious to reach its destination. Oxygen, blood cells, sperm tails…if all else fails, the Wendy’s chile and baked potato I scarfed down. Let’s see how selfish I am when you get here. When I get there. I don’t have to go to baggage claim…it’s a one way flight, and I only have one carry-on…

2 Poems in One.

Wouldn’t say I hate you if I wasn’t thinkin bout you…
And purely outta anger say I’m better without you…
Constant excuses give me reason to doubt you…
To make you doubt me, I make friends and go out too.

But, Even when out, feelin the need to text you,
Bitches leavin you notes, givin me urges to check you,
Hoe’s, groupies and Boppers lined up to sex you,
So I stay on edge unless I’m standin right next to you.

And,
Even then, more possessive then I care to admit,
For Girls Raised In The South, I keep a pot full of grits,
Never used to be this way, but now it seems I got bit,
By the baby mama bug and common sense took a hit.

Now steppin out her shoes, and back into mine,
Flaca never plays the victim–she commits all the crime,
Finna click over and tell her, “If I want him, he’s mine”
“But I don’t, and you shouldn’t, why you wastin ya time?”

I started writing this poem about Jay back when we were still Fred & Wilma…but as I finished what I expected to be the last line, my homeboy’s gf calls me to ask if I’m messin with her man. Thaaaaat’s when everything switched. But on a sidenote, why girls (is she still a girl at 28?) call your phone and ask if you’re sleepin with their man is beyond me. This is my theory. If you took the time to obtain my number, dial it, and ask me that…you’ve already made it up in your mind what it is. I can easily say no (cause I’m not…eew) but that’s not gonna make you believe me or feel any better. And if I say yes, then what? Do you say, “oh, okay, I was just wondering”? and hang up? No…