"Oh Baby You Got What I Need"....No I Don't

I'm at work the other night helping out a customer...she so didn't know what she wanted. Anywho, one of my co-workers comes dashing around the corner...excited as hell.
"Millie, Millie, Millie, tell me who this is about to come around the corner."
"Huh?"
"Tell me who this dude is."
"What dude?"
"Come look."
"No."
"Here he comes, here he comes."

Around the corner steps what I imagine to be a 6 foot 7 inch 300 pound black dude with the biggest lips and the most unhappiest face. I stared for a second and kept saying in my mind I know this dude. As he peered down on me it hit me....his name that is...Biz Markie. He mumbled something about headphones. I couldn't understand a word he was saying. My excited co-worker understood it all, he translated. Biz did not look like a happy camper...his ass was looking mean as hell but I'm thinking if he didn't want to get recognized and asked for his autograph by my excited co-worker why didn't he just send one of his boys in to get the headphones? I know why because the nigga likes that shit, people kissing his ass.

He wasn't very nice so I let my excited co-worker and a eager whitey at the job assist him further. I disappeared even though he was in my department...oh well no one seem to notice...lol. Joan Cusak was so much more friendlier.

One more celebrity under my belt in the mad real world.

Wash Your Hands...Ramblings

I want my hands to be clean.

Not in the literal sense in the spiritual sense, wait let me take that back I want them clean in the literal sense as well...lol

I can't go around treating people like trash just because they lie. Why do people lie? I think they lie because they are afraid of the truth. The truth is just to overwhelming for the weak. I was weak the other day. I lied to my ex-boyfriend. I told him that I was still celibate. I failed to mention I was banging a young liar. Maybe my screen name has a bit of truth in it. I know it is not his business what I do but I should've told him it was none of his business instead of spreading lies. I dumped the young one yesterday.

I can't continue this way. I will not become that which I hate. I refuse to become a liar. I have to throw down the pimp cane. I would have to lie to continue down that road. I'm not that person, I have been keeping up that role for almost a year now. I don't want that to be my persona. I want to be known as honest, trusting, loving, loyal, basically a woman of integrity.

Does that mean I will become passive and weak....Hell no. But I will not use manipulation to get what I want. That is just dishonest. If I can't get what I want in truth then it must not be for me.

I've been called spoiled and selfish on more than one occasion by a couple of different people men and women. I didn't see it then and I don't see it now. What am I missing? I don't think I am selfish. I feel like I am very considerate of others and their feelings. More soul searching has to be done. I must not let others core beliefs and judgments change who I am. I'm listening to the Isley Brothers sing..."Don't change, don't change girl..." Thanks Mr. Big.

Am I gonna take that new road or just slip back into the familiar? When I'm angry the old is easy. Split right down the middle one day I'm one way and the next I am another.
My hair is straight, I think it has something to do with the way I am feeling. I haven't had my hair straight and all black since I was a junior in high school. I miss my crazy curly fro. I'm going to wash my hair.

This has been a day in the mind of NameLiar and AimHigher. Our birthday is rapidly approaching 24 we will be, maybe that is why I am tripping in the mad real world.

I Swear I have Split Personalities!

I'm having doubts.

I think I should just leave the liar alone. I can't pimp him. Am I really as pimp? I don't have the heart for it. I'm just a big ole softy. I think I am just going to tell him the truth of what I know and that I don't dig being lied to and leave it at that.

Karma...I don't want that shit coming back on me, I have enough drama without adding to the pile.

But the sex is good, best that I've had thus far. Life was so much easier when I was a virgin. Actually it was quite boring when I was a virgin...lol

Alright I'm dumpin' the chicken dinner so I can get with a winner...lol

If only my ex hadn't acted a fool...he was a perfectly good nigga who just got out of hand. Damn him! Our shit was smooth...no lying, no cheating, muthafuckin' error proof...till we wanted to try something different...interest started to fade I guess...womp womp.

Guess I'll be finding me a new nigga.

Another one bites the dust in the mad real world.

I Knew There Was A Reason

In my last post I couldn't figure out why I wasn't happy with the good dick I was getting. Well I have since found out that the said dick was lying to me. This puss ass nigga is lying about something that doesn't even matter to me. He claims that he played basketball for DePaul before injuring himself.

When I googled his name and found not a stat on his puss ass I was like "damn," when I went to the blue demons website and found no mention of him I was like "shit," when I ran into one of the managers of the team at my job and they said they never heard of him I was like "what the fuck?"
What is the point of lying about whether or not you played ball...Hell I'm not even a fan of basketball...at least not like that. So guess what time it is people...its PIMPIN' TIME!!!

What is the difference between a pimp and a gold digger? A gold digger asks for things, whines, begs and all that shit. A gold digger also looks for a prey who already has money. A pimp suggests things to get what they want and make you feel guilty until you get it. A pimp will get a nigga who ain't got shit and make that nigga work his ass off to get what the pimp needs. I'm not gon' ask that nigga for shit, but I'm gon' get what I want.

And to think I was actually thinking of taking it easy on the little fella...well fuck no, this bitch ass nigga is about to get it. I'll keep taking the good dick and get what I need all at the same time.

I guess they just don't want me to put the pimp cane down in the mad real world.

Hear Ye, Hear Ye, Good People Of Blogland!

I know my ass don' dipped off again on the blog tip but hey a chick was "busy."

I got this young nigga who is trying to be my bottom bitch. So far he is doing a good job...he takes me out a lot, eats me out a lot, and fucks the shit out of me a lot....lol.

Here is the problem...my ass is tired and my legs hurt...lol
I have never been this sexually active. This dude is wearing me out. I mean I am enjoying it on one level but at the same time I am not really happy...womp, womp.

I'm really not sure what my problem is...anywho, that is why my ass has been failing to blog.
Have you ever went through a period where you were getting it good and still weren't happy?

I can't stop tripping in the mad real world.