OBAMA......Bitches!!! (Ummm...f**K Hillary!)

"Change must come to Washington!" - Sen. Barack Obama (6/3/08)

This intelligent black man has brought a.Marie back into the blog world. Barack crept up and smacked the shit out of the United States of America.

Smart. Charismatic. Determined. Educated.


Now - Presidential Nominee.

Is it real?

Can this be real?

Hell yeah it's real. Hillary can now leave planet "WTF" and officially step-de-fuck-down!

He looks like a black superhero on the cover of Rolling Stone. This ain't no "Spawn", "Blade," nor "Blankman"......this shit is REAL. What more can be said....a black man is a REAL presidential contender.

I had no interest in politics - whatsoever - until now. I can't lie....I just learned about "superdelegates."

WE CAN WIN!

WE NEED CHANGE!

goodnite!

Fuck.....a.........'B'!

I had to get my mind right before I decided to allot some brain cells and my time to focus on that trick “B” for a minute. But since she’s in the fucking ‘6 Degrees of Separation’ link to my man, H-O-V-A, I’m gonna give her 6….6 minutes. I reviewed her shit for y’all – B’Day – before the album even dropped (see Deja Fucking Vu!). I think I’ve had all I can take since they are stroking her imaginary dick with this Dreamgirls shit. I mean, let’s get fucking real! What category are B’s singing skills on? You have the Tony-Award winning Anika Noni Rose who plays Lorrell (PURE TALENT); Jennifer “American Idol 3” Hudson who plays Effie (PURER TALENT), and then B who plays Deena (FUCK).

Here’s the facts: Jennifer Holiday played the original Effie. And what the fuck do we all remember from this? We remember Ms. Damn-I-Can-Blow Holiday hitting ‘And I Am Telling You.’ We don’t remember shit from Deena. Don’t get me wrong, Sheryl Lee Ralph played Deena, and she’s a talented lady…but the clincher was still Effie. Lastly, Lorretta Devine played Lorrell. Back in 1981, they were considered powerhouses on Broadway before B was barely a developed squirt of sperm. So, there it is...…does all that talent sum up to equal one weak-ass B? I’m tired of the media choking my ass by forcing B down my damn throat. Look at one of the fucking promos:

All I have to do is dream…..fuck…...this shit has turned into a damn nightmare.

I mean…yea….I turn the volume up and nod my fucking head when some of this Trick’s tunes come on….not because of her….but moreso because of the beat and/or my man H-to-the-O-V.

It don’t take much….and hate is such a strong ass word….but here are some reasons to consider the shit:

1. Jay-Z. (Enough said!)...... Fuck – he upgraded her ass.

2. Letoya and Latavia (the Destiny’s Child rejects).....Yea, well, only the courts know the “True Hollywood Story”….but I smell a B!!

3. Michelle and Kelly...... who were faithfully knocked around the damn stage like props.

4. Tina and Matthew (the parents)......Everybody’s family has some type of dysfunction….but these two are just weird as shit.

5. The Weave…..I mean…right....dat shit rings it's own alarm!

6. The Teeth….are those fucking Chicklets in her mouth.?

7. The Drama…..she’s always bringing the shit.

8. The Realness….she hides it if there is any.

9. The Moves….she’s truly an over-choreographed B. I’m ready to Crump her ass in a dance battle!! (Y’all not ready for my moves :->)

10 .Goldmember, Carmen, and Fighting Temptations.....Fuck…if Halle ain’t recording this trick shouldn’t act.

(Just when you try to give a trick the benefit of the doubt…..she spews shit-breath!) For those – like me – that for real focus on the facts…..peep this:

Point#1: Animal rights organization People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals (PETA) have voiced concern over Beyoncé wearing and using fur in her clothing line, House of Deréon. After winning an online eBay auction, offered by VH1 for the Save the Music Foundation, to dine with Knowles in June 2006, two PETA members confronted the singer at a restaurant in New York City about her use of fur. Knowles did not respond, and the PETA members were escorted out.

Point #2: PETA attacked Beyoncé a second time on August 25, 2006. PETA wrote a letter of concern to Beyoncé about the treatment of baby alligators in a photoshoot. Knowles spoke to Arena magazine about the photoshoot for "Ring the Alarm," where a baby alligator had its mouth taped shut. She told Arena, "There was a shot where I held an alligator. (It) had (its) mouth taped – that was my bright idea." Knowles added, "He was really cute, but since his mouth was taped, he didn't have any way to defend himself. He was upset, so he peed on me. That was an experience." The organization contacted a biologist, who wrote a letter to Beyoncé. "As a specialist in reptile biology and welfare, I'm concerned about your posing with a terrified baby alligator for your new album cover." He added, "Humans and alligators are not natural bedfellows, and the two should not mix at events such as photo shoots. In my view, doing so is arguably abusive to an animal."

I would’ve pissed on this bitch, too!

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10/7/06 MADE ME GIVE A FUCK ABOUT LOVE!

"You're my first...my last.....my everything!"

Yea...Chris Tucker hit this Barry White shit in 'Money Talks'...but it's for REAL. I'm speaking from my heart right now...but I saw L-O-V-E so fucking up close and personal it made my hair curl tighter.

So check it!

I watched my homie, my ace, my shawty, my Cootie, my Leslie - walk down the fucking aisle on October 7, 2006. The shit was beautiful. I mean fucking surreal. (OK, so after I got past the part that I haven't been in a church since 'Martin' went off the air...shit maybe since 'The Cosby Show' but anyway...I was there.) I was there because I was meant to be.

No doubt...I still think marriage is a fucking waste of time. However, that's just personally for me. I have hella faith in the union that I witnessed that day. I saw love in a way I've never seen it before - it was in the eyes of Leslie and Chocolate Bear.

The shit was so touching...I'm choked up writing this shit. I'm going to let it marinate and end it with this:

Leslie - you've been my rock since '96. From the minute we met - you laughed at me....and your ass has been laughing ever since. Two things haven't changed though: 1) I still have a foul-ass-I-don't-know-what-to-say-out-of mouth and 2)You are STILL the sweetest person I've ever met. You are blessed and so is your man for making you his Mrs. I'm holding up my glass of Hypnotiq right now for ya'll before I hit it.


ODE TO LESLIE

As we walk our path of life,
We meet people everyday.
Most are simply met by chance,
But, some are sent our way.
Their love contains no boundaries,
Even when we are apart.
Their presence enhances us,
With a warmth felt in the heart.
So hear me out when I say,
You're the light in my day.
You are the moon in my night,
You shine very bright.

(Back to my crazy BLOG shit .....In a few days....cause I'm back again!)

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GUESS WHO'S BIZAAAACK!!!!

"HOT DAMN HO HERE WE GO AGAIN/LIGHT AS A ROCK BITCH/HARD AS A COCK BITCH!" ~ Lil Kim (featured on Mobb Deep's 'Quiet Storm' remix)

Lil Kim goes to jail


I had to come back with some raunchy shit to prove....I still got it. (And a shout out was needed to welcome Kim back into society.)

The days have flown by...but I'm back in the game. (As Jay-Z would tell that trick B....LET'S GO GET 'EM.)

Introducing..........my WHAT THE FUCK list! (Vibe's questions ain't got shit on me!)

1. What the fuck....happened to summer?

2. What the fuck....made the gas prices drop..besides Bush's dumb-ass?

3. What the fuck....is Beyoncé ringing a damn alarm for?

4. What the fuck....took Whitney so long to realize Bobby's prerogative was really her problem?

5. What the fuck....is what I asked myself after being deeply moved by Spike Lee's special on HBO about Katrina. (Didn't you love Phyliss Montana LeBlanc's realness.)

6. What the fuck....is Bush fucking up right now?

7. What the fuck....took Chris Tucker so long to comeback. (I'm going to see him at the Warner Theatre in October. He's on a 21 city tour before shooting 'Rush Hour 3.')

8. What the fuck....causes Kanye West and Diddy to wear smediums on a regular basis now?

9. What the fuck....makes 'Flavor of Love' so damn addictive.

10. What the fuck....is keeping me from smacking the shit out of Co-Worker 1, Co-Worker 2, and Co-Worker everyday. (Damn I need counseling!!)

Now back to your regularly scheduled program!

Deja Fucking Vu!

I used to bag girls like Birkin Bags
Now I bag B (Boy you hurting that!)

Translation: I used to get girls that were all that. Now I'm fucking the shit out of Beyoncé and she agrees.

Yes...he has the hottest fucking flow in hip-hop. But what the fuck! They might as well star in their own porn videos - 'cause B is throwing the booty and Hov is hitting it in broad fucking daylight. They started the shit with Bonnie & Clyde (their underground porn names). Then the shit got a little 'Crazy' after they came out about being 'In Love.' Now...we are being visually and audibly assaulted by the erratic video movements and screaching pitch of Deja Vu. In my mind...I'm Hov's #1 fan. I drop a line from any CD from Reasonable Doubt to the Black album at some point everyday. But, this shit is becoming lewd. I guess Beyoncé has some shit in store for the world when she drops her new CD B'Day on her birthday - September 5th. Now you heard it here first. I used my hacking skills and previewed each rack on the album. The CD has 10 songs and two bonus tracks - one for the fans and one from the Dreamgirls Soundtrack. Hov appears on another track called "Upgrade U." (No pun intended.) A few other songs could be porn themes such as "Got Me Bodied", "Kitty Kat" and "Freakum Dress." I'm done with B.

I must digress and change the subject. I went to see Mary J. Blige in BMore tonight. She was off the fucking hook. (I'll keep it positive and not comment on Jaheim. LeToya Luckett was pretty good though.) Like fine wine, Mary gets way better with time. She's aging beautifully and is so intune with herself. She put on a show and sang her heart out. It's more than the music that makes me a fan - it's her energy. Between songs she said something that was so profound, "It's hard to have to deal with people everyday - knowing they smile in your face and hate your fucking guts!" That's some real, everyday shit. I go to work everyday and know exactly what she meant. Mary's life, love, experience, and struggles are truly a "Breakthrough."

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What the Fuck....I've been tagged!!

Ok...so....Royce's Daughter hit me. So...on with the show:

1. HAVE YOU GOTTEN LAID IN 2006?
Of course, I got live-in.....!

2. EVER HAD SEX IN A PUBLIC PLACE?
Alot of shit has gone down in Fort Dupont Park.

3. EVER LAUGH DURING SEX? IF SO WHY?
It's funny as shit when someone be doing their thang.....and then.....SNEEZE!!!

4. EVER CRY DURING SEX? IF SO WHY?
Only because the sex coincided with me coming down off my high. I didn't want it to end, yet!! :-)

5. DO YOU LIKE TO CUDDLE AFTER SEX?
Maybe...after I wake up from my after-sex nap.

6. EVER REGRET SEX WITH SOMEONE?
We all have that very special "regret" in our past or even present.

7. EVER FAKED AN ORGASM?
Naw...no need. Sex is mostly mental for me...and since my mind is all fucked up...I ain't gotta fake shit...it's coming! :-)

8. DIRTY TALK, OR SHUT THE FUK UP?
Ummm...dirty talk then shut the fuck up!!! Say what you gotta say....then...HIT IT!!

9. EVER HAVE UNPROTECTED SEX?
Lord, Jehovah, Budda, Allah, etc...forgive me, for I have sinned!

10. EVER MASTERBATE TO YOUR FRIENDS SIGNIFICANT OTHER?
Ok..so..umm...this here would be some fucked up shit. Hell to the NAW. NEXT!!

11. EVER HAVE A ONE NIGHT STAND?
Let's see....does it count if the one night stand evolved into a relationship??

12. HOW BOUT A 3-SOME?
Only once...I had to try it. Que sera, que sera!!

13. EVER WATCH PORN DURING SEX?
Let's just say the TV was on.

14. EVER THOUGHT OF SOMEONE ELSE DURING SEX?


15. HAS THE CONDOM EVER BROKE?
Nope.

16. WHAT IS YOUR MOST EMBARRISING SEXUAL EXPERIENCE?
Shit...I can't say I've had one. I haven't pee'd on anyone :-)

17. HOW OLD WERE YOU WHEN YOU LOST YOUR VIRGINITY?
Sixteen. As my grandma would say....youth is wasted on the young. And she couldn't have been righter!

18. WHO WOULD YOU LIKE TO HAVE SEX WITH RIGHT NOW?
My Boo.

19. DO YOU THINK THAT number 18 IS POSSIBLE?
Hell yea...right after So You Think I Can Dance goes off.

20. ARE YOU HORNY NOW?
Slightly...

21. WOULD U HAVE SEX WITH THE PERSON THAT POSTED THIS?
I'm must decline.

Stop Knocking On My Fuckin' Door!

*** Disclaimer: I take full responsibilty for all offensive, non-diversified, narrow-minded, and sterotypical statements I make....but they're my opinions.*****

Ok....so...like I explained when the Good Humor man rolled through last weekend....I don't live in the hood. However, the saying goes..."You can take the girl out the hood, but you can't take the hood out the girl!" Well....ummm.....if you knock on my door...you'd better cover your ears and duck!

Friday evening.....

Let's me set the stage for my emotional state:

1. I'm beyond pissed from sitting in traffic around the fucking beltway for an hour...so my road rage had not worn off yet. (I hate the fucking motorcycle riders!)

2. I had a conference call at the end of the day that consisted of: "Hi..who just joined. Ok...alot of people couldn't make it today...so we're re-scheduling the call for 9:00a on Monday. Have a good weekend!" WHAT THE FUCK! I stayed at work an hour longer than I wanted to for "WHO THE FUCK JUST JOINED...AND WE'LL RE-SCHEDULE FOR MONDAY!"

3. Black Maggie was out front with Mrs. Strange-ass pulling up dandelions and throwing them on the sidewalk. Her little ass is starting early and trashing the community. (I'm writing the homeowner's association once I get done with this!

4. Yep...you guessed it....I had to pee. :-)

So...I get in the house and handle my business. As I'm washing my hands....my doorbell is ringing. (I think to myself...who the fuck is this!) The sun was beaming hard as shit...so I could barely see whoever it was out the peephole. I opened the door (security door is still closed and locked) to be greeted by two N'Sync looking white boys. I giving up my "what the fuck do you want" mug. And...here we go:

N'Sync #1: Hi.

Me: Hi.

N'Sync #2: Do you have a few moments to talk to us?

Me: No.

N'Sync #1: Well...we wanted to share some literature with you.

Me: That's OK...I'm not interested.

N'Sync #2: Is there a better time for us to come back.

Me: No.

N'Sync #1: Are you familiar with the Church of Latter-day Saints?

Me: Yep.

N'Sync #2: Well...we'd like to talk to you more about it.

Me: Look (rolling my neck) you stand before me trying to pass the word and speaking plain English. I, too, know English and just said I'M NOT INTERESTED. The fact that you continue to stand here, imposing your will, is a true testament that you don't respect me. Soooooooo....let's be good Christians..and turn around...go down the steps and peacefully remove yourselves from my property. HOLLA (while slamming my door!)

Now...I'm not going to go any deeper than the conversation I had with N'Sync...but - DAMN!! Give me a break. No means no..right. So why do the Mormons try to mentally rape you!

But - WAIT - there's more.....just like WWF Wrestling...I got hit with a tag team!

Before I could open the fridge to grab a soda...the damn door rang again. I swung it open and yelled, "STOP KNOCKIN' ON MY FUCKIN' DOOR!!" Yes, I had lost my mind..but so damn what. However, it wasn't N'Sync...this time.....it was Mr. and Mrs. Watchtower. Before my 'brotha' could get a word in...I had to break it down for him.

"Ahem (clearing my throat and taking it down a notch to a low yell). Do I believe in GOD? Yes....but it's my GOD - not the one you're about to tell me about. Am I saved? By what - so no. Am I ready to be saved? I'm not lost. Do I know that Jesus died on the cross for my sins? Nope..I don't believe in that. But what I do believe in is a right to go to work, come home, close my door, and not have it knocked on. Holla (this time slowly closing my door!"

Mr. Watchtower: "Wait...sista. Just take thi....."

beep, beep, beep beep....I punched in my 4-digit alarm code, mixed some Pattron with my soda...and went to chill.

I Chased the Fucking Truck!

SIDEBAR: Ok...this is my 3rd post with the word "fuck" in the title. As Leslie would say, "You're mouth is filthy!" I just love the word...it adds that lil extra PIZAAAAAAAAZ to any statement. Ok...now on with it.

I'll take this time to let folks get a little closer to me...A.Marie.

I had a great day yesterday. The weather was nice. My grass was swaying. Dem fucking bee's that swarm around the flowers next to my front steps had rolled out and were nowhere to be found. *Shereen (my neighbor to the left who's name I don't know...but this one seems to fit) was not outside causing the PG Country draught by watering her damn weeds. *Mrs. Strange-ass (my neighbor to the right who's married to Mr. Strange-ass ('cause they are a strange ass couple) wasn't sitting in the dirt in her yard playing with Black Maggie (the black version of Bart's baby sister on The Simpsons that stays in their bedroom window)...truss...that youngin' is about 15 years-old still sucking on a pacifier. Like I said...it was a great day.

I had a late brunch at Houston's in Bethesda around 1ish. (Even though I did get a little heated when I pulled up and El Negro charged me $5 to valet park my own shit on their weak-ass lot!)

I cruised through Georgetown to do some respectable people watching.

Pause.

Questions:

1. Why do chicks march through Georgetown in their stilletoe's tippy toe'n like their feet don't hurt?

2. Why do white folks stand in the middle of the street like color-blind albino's seemingly amazed at what the colors red, yellow and green bring to civilization.

3. Why does DC continuously allow cab driver's to run the streets like a wharped driving game for the X-Box?

4. Why do people still go to Georgetown? (Besides to people watch :->)

Resume.

So...I finally make it home about 8ish. (Zoom up...that was 7 hours after brunch.) My mind told me I was hungry....or..since it was getting late...I needed a snack. I knew it wasn't shit in the kitchen. I tried to convince myself it was a "sign" and I should start getting ready for work. As I opened my window while sending a subliminal message up above....something freaky happened.

Riinnnnnnnnnnnnng...
rinnnnnnnnnnnng.......
riiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng!

I looked down the street. Here's comes a damn ice cream truck. Of course...I'm like....WHAT THE FUCK! It's damn near midnight (actually 9:00p) and a ice cream truck is rollin' through. He went down the street next to mine and the countdown began.

Pause.

Just so you know..I don't live in the hood...near the hood..or by the hood - anymore :-) I left DC for the 'burbs in '99. (What you know about Benning Road and that Go-Go beat?!)

Resume.

So...I ran down my steps...grabbed my keys and a few dolla's and coins....slid on my shoes and hit the fucking pavement. What goes in a cul-de-sac must come out. I ran (real fat girl style) down the sidewalk and waited. He came around the circle and my eyes lit up. I waved my arm (real 6 year-old like)and he pulled up.

Him (with accent): "What are you doing out here so late? You want something?"

Me: "Do I look like a night walker? I want some ice-cream!"

Him: "I usually don't come this late."

Me: "OK..but you rang that loud ass bell...so I came out. You must be selling beer 'cause all the kids should be in bed. Anyway...I want an Oreo ice-cream bar and a Big Mama Hot Sausage."

Him: "Will that be all?"

Me: "And two packs of strawberry sour-punch straws."

Him: "You have cash?"

Me: "What time is it?"

Him: "9:11p."

Me: "Exactly. That means it's too damn late to ask dumb-ass questions!"

Him: "4.50."

Me: (Handing over 4 bills and 2 quarters.) "Come earlier next time...keep the change!"

I walked back to my house feeling like Gloria in 'Waiting To Exhale' when she knew Gregory Hines was peepin' that ass. I knew some of my nosey ass neighbors were checking me out. I could give a fuck....'cause I held my head up when I chased that truck.

CLOSING: I have a confession. Maggie was in the window when I passed by. I waved my ice cream at her - real petty like. Ha ha...strange-ass baaaaaaaaaby!!

FUBU (Fucked Up By Us)

There is no beginning nor ending to the constant state of "Fucked Up" we (as a people) are reduced to. Yea - we spend our 'county' or 'welfare' checks on Jordans and Hennessy. Yea - we can weave platinum hair onto a bald-weasel before hitting the club. Yea - we will attempt to put 'spreewells' and 'spinners' on a fuckin' toaster oven. Yea - we are normally the most ignant speaking voice on the 5 o'clock news. Yea - we got one-year old diabetics due to red Kool-aid bottles. Yea - we think 'representin' the fucked up block we grew up on is the shit. The list is endless...this cycle of life is neverending......but this shit is now at another level.

We keep the Asian market jumping with bootleg products (i.e. CDs, Tapes, DVDs, pockeybooks, perfume, fake-ass bling jewelry, etc, etc, etc.); corner stores, and - of course - the 'Currrrry Out.' (Mambo sauce anyone - no, excuse me, Sambo sauce!) We keep the hands of THE MAN tightly around our necks by excepting every single thing he hands us. We keep our communities looking like urban shit by throwing trash errrywhere, busting up the fire hydrants in the summer, tearing the playgrounds the fuck up, and allowing Lil' Boo Boo to terrorize the neighboorhood at all times of the night when his 5-year-old ass should be long gone to sleep.

They exploit us....we exploit us. FUBU (Fucked Up By Us) is a reality.

True Hip-Hop is an expression of self. It's an art. But...this...is NOT:

INTRODUCING..........(some shit that - for real - turned the Gregorian calendar back 300 years on us!)

This is just 1 of 11 Rap Snacks. This particular one is Bar-B-Que chips and the bag states, "Bar-b-quing with my Honey!" Can GOD please flip the page on this chapter of our dismay. The company says that these are the 'Official Chip of Hip-Hop.' (This is a pure FUBU demonstration to the highest power.) This crap isn't in the chains....but you'll find them 'in da hood' at your nearest 7-11, High's, Danny's, Lenny's, laundromat vending, and gas station. It probably would've been too much for the communtiy to invent something like 'Black Snacks.' A plain black chip bag. Sometimes less is more. Sometimes we can make a statement by just shutting the fuck up. Needless to say, my disgust lies deep. We turn progress into regress at the blink of an eye.

When did you fall in love with hip-hop?

Yo turn me up Just A Little Bit/so My Mike Sounds Nice/take a look in the mirror of Black America/so the next generation doesn’t see their own reflection/and yell like Kelis ‘I HATE YOU SO MUCH RIGHT NOW’/American Idol ain’t no American Me/we blow smoke like a Puff/and never give a l,m,n,o,p about diddy/why can’t I picture you rolllllllllllllllllin’ a diploma/instead of trying to be the #1 Stunna/if you Ain’t No Joke/then there should be No More Drama/but keep feeding your mind like it’s under attack…..WITH ALL THEM DAMN RAP SNACKS!!!

I'M BAAAACK!

Ok...so...I fell off for a minute. I'se back.

Short RECAP:

1.) THEY STILL GOT IT. (See...."N.E. Heartbreak") My boys' were doing their thing. And, yes, Bobby waddled his fat, high ass out and hit 'My Prerogative' and 'Mr. Telephone Man.' The show was HOT and off-the-hook. Sobriety even showed up and allowed K-Ci & Jo Jo to do a decent set.

2.) I had a serious talk with Enema. (See...."I Think You Need An Enema!") I stressed the importance of Winterfresh and always having it on hand in the workplace. We covered after-lunch brush-ups and post-coffee cinnamon sticks. All has been somewhat good. There's been a few bad days...but mama said we'd have days like that.

3.) No one has found the "pussy's" yet. They just f**kin' vanished. No more sightings...no more nothing. And, yes, I saw two cats brawling 3 weeks ago in front of my house. And, yes, I called the Po's and Animal Control. And, yes, dem bammas came out and asked me did I report "some cougars" in front of my yard. And, yes, I hoped it would make the news...but....yet.....nothing. So f**k it. (See.."Bush Be F**king Wit Us")


Now on with the show........

The Cloud of Life

Ok...so...what the f**k is 'The Cloud of Life'? It's what I'm calling the fact that I will be another year older tomorrow (yep, tomorrow's my birthday. *** Shout out to all the mighty GEMINI'S) and I'm really beginning to feel it. It seems like I have been starring at '30' for years now...and i'm not far from having '30' buss me in the damn eye. I was sailing 10 years ago. I was getting my freak on 5 years ago. Today, shit feels like a cloud....creeping by like a mutha------. I remember wildin' out and doing my thing and mom's telling me, "Relish this time in your life. It only comes once. You'll turn around and be '30' one day." Ok...so...yea...mom's be saying stuff that isn't rocket-science prophesy....but it still rings in your head.

I actually thought about retirement this morning. (The cloud struck.)

I actually thought about adopting a kid this morning. (The cloud struck.)

I actually thought about re-locating this morning. (Damn cloud.)


Ok...so...I'm looking forward to the next chapter in my life. I'm in a long-term relationship, I have a career, I have no family issues.....for real - life is lovely. But, what's next.

Let's see who calls me tomorrow.

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