.. or rather, submitted a letter of resignation. When I've said that I've been feeling a change coming, this is one of those major things I was talking about. I've been dealing with being unhappy for a long time now. It's not necessarily the job itself, but a JOB IN GENERAL. I sit at this desk every weekday of my life and daydream about a different type of life. I try to work on other endeavors while I'm off, but even something as simple as a hobby is damn near impossible because when I'm not at work, I have mommy duties. When I don't have mommy duties, I'm at work. Sometimes those two things loop into each other. And when I have a moment to have a break from both all I'm trying to do is REST. I thank God every day that I was able to land a great-paying job at a respected agency right out of college. I was hired before I even graduated, which was a huge blessing and I am very proud of that accomplishment. I was convinced that I was going to be th...
So a couple weeks ago I purchased 4 tickets to a Trey Songz show at my alma mater, Georgia State University , that my homie Kellz put me on to. (The tickets are still on sale by the way, Atlanta. Buy your tickets here .) Everybody that I'm going with are super hyped and excited to see him. One of my friends, Brook , is tryna make sure we all bring something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue . lol.. My Twitter timeline is constantly on fire with Trey Songz comments. Whenever he puts out a new music video Twitter is ablaze with comments from girls ( and some boys ) about how panties are wet and vaginas are pulsating. Somebody's always #nowplaying Trey Songz something or other. Right now.. I apologize, but I just don't get it . Let me start off by saying that I am in NO way, shape, or form hating on Trey Songz. As you can see from what I've described in my previous paragraph, he's obviously an amazing artist. Selling out shows, selling...
Wait a sec.. that's not right.. As some of you all know (and some of you don't know) I took a vow of celibacy on 1 January 2008 that lasted nearly a year and a half. At the time, I was depressed, held nothing in my heart but self-hatred. I didn't even like looking in mirrors because I hated having to face myself. I thought that I needed other people to make me feel special, especially a man. I was engaged at the age of 20, and single by the age of 22. I've been single since, but still felt like I needed a man to feel complete. I couldn't be satisfied with myself. Even though I involved myself (aka had sex with) 2 other people after I broke my engagement, and even though I was happier without my fiance, I was still unhappy with myself. I realized that sex and men weren't the answer. Not to mention, all of the sex I'd had at the time SUCKED. I'd never even had an orgasm before. Nothing was worth it. I was WEAK. Finally, I said "fuck this" and m...
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