Oh Amber with your beautiful self and beautiful boobies, why oh why are you naked on the Internet today? Who were you sending these pics to and most importantly, where did you get that super cute kimono? Seriously, it's adorable! If I had boobs like Rosie's...ah...the possibilities.

Ouch!

I have been bitten by the hater bug this morning!
Damn it, I don't think that I have been awake for ten minutes!
This hater thing, it's a sickness, it really is.
Wish I knew the cure. I'm thinking it's self improvement. But if I were president of something or friggin' Chanel Iman, I think I would still be hatin'.
Somebody call Dr. Drew! I need rehabilitation from this! I can't imagine being 70 and still hatin', just like I couldn't imagine being 80 and still getting perms...but then I went natural.
What is the natural cure for hatin'?
Sigh.

Flashback Backtrack

So I am up early this morning. I can't say that I know why, but I am. To entertain myself, I was on Youtube, looking up random videos, when I decided to look up "Sex is on My Mind" by Blu Light, a song I haven't heard in a while and a song that I really like. Any who, the song was not on for three seconds before I realized why I haven't heard it in a while: it is the song that reminds me of the disaster that was FauxMega.
Now, I am feeling shitty about myself and slutty and for some reason, scared. Not sure exactly where the fear comes into play, but it is definitely there. Note to self: "Sex is on My Mind" is a no-no song. I can never listen to it again. Man, if I keep assigning songs to men who have done me wrong, I probably won't even be able to listen to the radio by the time I am 30!

Chaka Demus & Pliers - Murder She Wrote

I remember people trying to make the butterfly look sexy.
But I realize as an adult that that was one silly dance.

Reggae

I find that I have been listening to a lot of Reggae lately. If you would have asked me just last month, I would have told you that the only Reggae song that I liked was Flex by Mad Cobra. And that is only because it puts me in mind of being felt up at Q parties as a Freshman. But, after doing an all-day Youtube purge on Island Jams, I find that Reggae is the perfect soundtrack for my fantasies of epic romance and off feet sweeping love...although I am not sure what most of the Reggae singers are saying. The most important thing: most of the songs I hear make me smile and, dare I say, leave me tempted to touch.

Ready to Get Married

I was telling P (and I can feel you rolling your eyes) that I have this need to take care of a male. Like, I used to take care of my brother, but he is going to be 20 in May and has no need anymore for my hand holding. P said I feel this way because I am ready to get married. Um...yikes! Not sure about that! At the least, I need a boytoy or a part-time gig as a maid.

Reveal

The other day I saw the commercial for Reveal, the new Halle Berry perfume with Cinnamon, and for 30 seconds, we just stared at the TV with our mouths open.
"Damn! I got to go get me some of that!" Cinnamon said, munching on her Lay's Originals.
Oh, if I was Halle Berry, all the things I could do through hypnotizing people with my sex appeal! All the things I could get done in a day! The things I could convince people to do! I shake my head at the endless possibilities. Ah...to dream a little dream.