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Hey y'all! Sorry to just abandon y'all like Halle abandoned her crack baby in Losing Isaiah. I PROMISE I've been doing constructive things while in your absence. Lemme check real quick the last blog post I did.....OCTOBER!! SHEEEEEIT! Well in my defense- it was the end of October so TECHNICALLY we can say November. No? Eh- I tried. WARNING! This post will be extremely long so just get comfortable

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   I meant to blog about this a while ago. Before that whole drama happened with the pills, Carmen was talking about taking me to this reggae spot and Terrell was all excited at the possibility of having me tipsy and windin up on him. SMDH. We were going to go on a Friday but I had to switch my plans up to save my vacay hours for the trips I have coming up. So the following Thursday, Carmen calls

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Shay: What are you listening to? Me: You don't know nothin bout this girl. Shay: Clearly not. Me: Wait for it.... (Bass Drops) Shay: Aww shit now! Doing that final stretch of the drive home, I needed something to keep me up. I turned to 3OH!3- one of my guilty pleasure albums. I love them because they're like the love child of Lil Jon and Fred Durst. Shay called to see how far along I was from

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Playing on the car stereo: I'm a tiger in the bedroom ask your baby boo Shara: I can't really see Gucci being ANYBODY'S tiger in ANYBODY'S bedroom. Me: Get out of my head! I was JUST thinking the same thing! Shara: I wonder what kind of animal WOULD he be? Me: Probably Smokey the Bear. Shara: Who's Smokey the Beal? Me: You know, only you can prevent forest fires.

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Todd: Uh-oh, what's wrong Lala? Me: Nothing, just here. Todd: I know what's up. You got a midnight LOVA! (me thinking to myself: WHAA??? Who did I tell?) I know you get off of work, hop in that white dodge *****, thinkin' to yourself, "Shooot, I'm finna get me some. I'mma find me somethin to do in this boring ass city" (insert my silent giggle here) Be creepin home 4:45 in the morning (more like

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   Are you one of those women who think their vagina is special? No, really. Do you think that your Ms. Kitty is so good that you have your man in check? I've never been that girl. Probably because I always felt like I could be replaced anyway. We won't dive into my issues but insight to my mother's past has made me into the bitter young woman I am today.    Now I remember- I was reading a book (

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   Tonight was best described as the most hilarious and disfunctional game night I've had in a while. Carmen, David, Jamie, and I played the new edition Monopoly with the electronic banker. FUN. I'll just do some highlights: Jamie (picking up the boomerang piece): What the f*ck is this? A big dick? F*ck it- call me Big Dick PLAYAAAA! Carmen (pointing to a tattoo on her upper arm): This is my ex

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I've been vibing with some songs lately. Let's start with: Big Boi ft George Clinton & Too Short- For Yo Sorrows. Can I confess and say that I haven't even listened to the verses like that but the chorus is sooo sick! "...As I sit back in my chair, and smile from ear to ear with a fistful of your girlfriend's hair, yes she'll blow one tonight, for your sorrows." Next is Ms. Teairra Mari. You

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   I've been trying to get my overtime hours like CRAZY! It seems as if the planets are aligning. After looking at apartment after apartment after apartment, Shara and I found a community that we both really really like and the price is looking right. Shara just got a dream job with this major health care system and me? Well, no new jobs for me but maybe a job possibility. Trina just accepted a

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Carmen: Don't nobody wanna be here. If I can find a way to sell some ass, I'd do it.

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     Carmen left work early, planning on packing up the rest of her stuff so by the time I got off, we can just pack up my car and take her to Joyce. Once I got off, I went home to change and swung by Carmen's where she was sitting outside with Joyce and Terrell. All three of them drinking beers and smoking ciggies and talking shit. You really have no choice but to talk shit with Terrell because

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     Still riding high from my FABULOUS Tuesday night, Wednesday came and went. Thursday started off better as I got my lazy bones up early and handled a lot of business before my shift. I picked Carmen up and was chattering away, not even noticing her one word responses. It wasn't until she wearily asked, "Chelle, if I tell you something, can you promise not to tell?" that I realized something

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     After work Tuesday night, I was gonna drop by the grocery store and buy a bottle of moscato to drink while watching The Golden Girls. (don't laugh, that show is the business) The closer I got to the store though, the more pathetic the idea seemed. Then I remembered that Royal Flush shots were on special at the WW so I swung by. The bar was kinda crowded but I found a seat next to this white

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Me: U kno what I was thinkn? & i kno its hella random, but i wonder if we did karaoke to bia bia, would the crowd have gotten hype? Shara: Yeah, that is random. Im not even gonna ask what made u think that. but i dunno, they mightve rocked wit it a lil

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     Carmen celebrated her last day of radiation therapy Thursday before last with a shindig at The Sandtrap. She did it up with a long jet black wig, silver lipstick to match her silver shirt and shoes, and a mole colored on the upper left side of her lip. Me, Shara, David, Jamie, Dre, and Carmen's man Bruchon were all there helping her celebrate with rounds of Apple Pie shots and playing pool

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Me:...You ever had sex with a white man before? Carmen: Yeah. Can't do it no more. Me: Why? How was it? Carmen: It was alright. They have small ding dongs though. Me: What? Carmen: You like Vienna sausages? LMAOOOOOOOOO. Boy Carmen has a way with words. Loves and Likes Ya

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After all the virus hoopla, my poor Dell just wasn't performing the same. Yeah, she went through the motions, but her performance was lagging and little by little- she broke down on me. It got to the point when I just tossed it on the bed in front of my dad and said, "Please fix this before I BREAK this." A whole 2 weeks later (yeah my dad be on that CP time with fixing my stuff. I don't care all

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You know what? Reading some of my past posts? LMFAO! Helps me realize just how CRAZY I am! I mean, I now understand why some most of my friends say that I have no sense. Because I don't! And moving on... So, it's a Thursday night and I'm back at the ol' watering hole. Feeling good off a vodka/cranberry/orange juice and one malibu and coke. From across the bar a guy winks at me and motions to buy

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I KNOOOOOW!!! Stop rolling your eyes. It just came as a surprise. It happened Thursday night. I was going to get some drinks since I got off of work early. What was supposed to be me, Carmen, Shara, David, and Kevin turned out to be just me and David. Kinda. Awkward. We started off at Wild Wing where I ran into Mr. Married Man and Mr. Last Thursday Night (YIKES) We stayed out there for maybe 30

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Mr: I am fairly obstinate. I am a taurus. Me: Wait! Can I have some change for that $15 word?

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Love Shay. Love Shara. Their situations are a little different, yet so similar. Shay=> Been with baby's father, Kenta, on and off for 5 years. Baby's father is a great provider but fidelity isn't high on his list of priorities. She calls herself gaining some independence by getting her own place yet she drops everything she is doing to be at his beck and call. She does things to get his approval

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Shara: I don't know why I even try to lie. He saw right through my shit. Now he's catchin an attitude Me: Uh-oh. He tryna Ike you? Na na na come on na Annie Mae, you ain't sangin it right na." Shara: You ain't right at all girl Me: They call it Nutbush! (break into hysterical laughter)

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Anybody who is close to me knows that I always say that my next boyfriend is going to be white. They think I'm playing. I'm like 87.62% sure that my next boyfriend isn't going to black. It is what it is. This being said, I have been having fun with all these vanilla pudding pops at my job. (Looking back at that last statement- maybe my sister was right about my analogies, lol) It's been hard

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And I don't mean that kind of natural- get your mind out of the gutter! (Although it's likely I just put it there, lol) I've been toying with the idea of going natural for a while now. I think it's this damn heat we've been having, sweatin a sista gurl's perm out. For those who are unaware, "going natural" is a term used for women who stop relying on relaxers (perms) to get their hair straight.

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There's a good chance that the hacker isn't D. How can I have anti-virus software that don't do shit? I don't understand!! The message popped up that I have tracking cookies but it didn't have an option to remove it. After a frustrating couple of days, I went to the PC wizard- known as my dad- and told him to get rid of this black magic on my computer. He says I probably got the tracking cookies

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Me: ...but they didn't give me a ticket. It was crazy too, because I wasn't even sporting cleavage. Malachi: Man I bet you never had to pay for a ticket in your life. Just flash a cop a tig ol bittie and nigga- you straight. I can't do that shit. I can't flash shit but a smile. I knew I needed some drinks in me because it's been a rough day. Someone has been hacking into my e-mail and then

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So, I'm taking my cousin to the mall for back to school shopping. He's a junior, 17, and a cutie pie. We have serious talks all the time, mostly about sex because he has a lot of questions and I have a lot of honest answers. Well, I tell him to hold my wallet for me while I pump gas. I'm not thinking he's paying attention because he's on his cell with his girl. All of a sudden I hear, "Aww shit.

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My tastes for the opposite sex has always been...what's the right word I'm looking for? Kinda quirky. The guys I tend to go after aren't quite conventionally sexy. Don't take that to mean that I go out with straight up ugg-muggs, on the contrary, the guys are cute. Just not- stab-yo-bestie-run-over-yo-sista-gotta-havea-needa-wanta-have him sexy. Lmao, I'm so crazy, smh. So the above statement

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Me: Most of the time, whenever I drink I either get sleepy of horny. Paul: So either way you're heading to the bed. Me (laughing): Never thought of it like that, but yeah.

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I bummed some music from my dad and downloaded it to the 'Pod. The new Wu-Tang, Kweli, Freeway, The Roots, Big Boi, Dwele and B.o.B. And some new people- YahZarah and Sy Smith. I've only gotten through Big Boi (Good solid album. LOOOOVE Tangerine) and the minute I heard the intro to Dwele's album...oh. OH. What is it about good music that just...oh. It just moves your heart! I'm telling you- I

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Carmen: Was he packin'? Shara: Umm, I dunno, I think it wa- Carmen: What color was the condom? Did you get to see the condom? Shara: Yeah. It was green. Carmen: Hmph. Eenie Meenie. Really Carmen? LMAO

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So I'm just chatting with Sauce on Fb. I forget how the topic came up and DAMN I wish I can save those chats. Er- scratch that- don't need any proof, lol. But there it was: so how can i improve my eating technique?I just answered truthfully. It wasn't until I hit the enter key that I realized... Chelle- you got caught talking shit. MAD SHIT! I am aware that Sauce knows I blog (and occasionally

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...and obviously it's sex. Honestly? I can count on one hand how many sex dreams I've had, so it came as a surprise when I had one last night. And with the most randomest (Yes. I am aware that "randomest" isn't a word.) person. My co-worker who's been trying to get with me for the longest. I've always just held him at bay because, well, something just isn't right about him. It's like he's one fry

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   In the midst of me working like a sharecropper, I looked up and realized...our hotel was CRAWLING with mancandy! I mean- whew! We're talking about my average guest being white married male aged from mid 30's to late 50's. I'm observing the place and seeing guys from mid 20's to mid 30's, looking good from all races. I had to tell the sales manager, "Girl, Chris! Thank you for giving me some

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   It was a rare Saturday night that I didn't have to work night audit, when Shay invited me and Shara to Bankers. Bankers is a hole in the wall pool hall that turns into something like a club with a live DJ on the weekend. So we were down with it, after all Shara needed a distraction and even though I have my hands full with Malachi and Loon, I was looking to fill up my boo basket. Shara and I

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Guest: Y'all have condoms here?Me: Uh- that will be a no. But I do have saran wrap...

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 I try not to discriminate when it comes to music, Lord knows my musical tastes have always been a bit questionable. I mean really- how many 12 year old black girls you know that loved to listen to Prince and Aerosmith? But the face I made when my cousin from up north asked why I don't have more Wacka and OJ and Gucci in my iPod? That shit was PRICELESS! Looking back at it now though, why did I

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finally, part II  We're leaving the gas station and it's obvious this fool, Loon, is drunk. He misjudges his u-turn and proceeds to hop a curb and maim a bush. Then he gets on the highway doing 85. Any bit of buzz I may have had was killed trying to focus on Speed Racer's drunk Asian cousin! After a maze of turns once we exited the highway, we finally turn into this beautiful community of town

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Do I need to make a new label called Thirsty Thursdays? Because Wild Wing Wednesdays ain't even poppin' like that anymore. After I get off of work, Shara and I go to this pool hall called Yellow Rose. Talkin bout some thug nasty, nasty thugs? And some hoodrats? Maaaan.The playoff game was on and everyone was all extra hype after the Lakers won. Call us snobs, but we decided to leave after some

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You just don't find good ol' fashioned ignorance like this anymore! Me: I just need to see your ID and method of payment please. Guest: There you go again with that. You know if you guys keep asking me that, I'm gonna have to find somewhere else to stay. (I give a polite chuckle) I'm serious. Asking for ID and credit cards leads to identity theft. Me: Well I guess you're gonna have to find

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   So it's Thursday and Joyce and Carmen and I wanted to get some drinks after work. Wild Wing here we come. $2 vodka drinks? Say word! Carmen gets the first two rounds and we take it outside to the patio, choosing to sit at a table with a black couple. Carmen is talking to the guy because the guy recognizes her and by default, recognizes me as well. Chile, I couldn't place his face to save my

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We've talked about my views on marriage. Just call me the eternal bachelorette until I find a guy who can make me change my mind. What about my parent's marriage? My mom and dad married when I was 3 or 4 and was divorced by the time I turned 6. They were young and dumb though. Mom being 17 when she had me, stuck in the most suburban town in Jersey, while dad was 18 and traveling with his band. My

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So, we all have our strengths and we all have our weaknesses. And y'all, I'm talking about sexually. My strength? Definitely giving head. Weakness? Riding. I admit it, I can get a lil lazy after a while. And while I can still count my number of sexual partners on one hand- wait a minute while I verify the validity of the statement...WHEW! Barely made it! lol- I can remember their specific

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So I told you about JoyKILL? Well, I've been observing her habits and mannerisms (since I'm stuck with the broad once a week and I have to relieve her twice a week) And I began to wonder...Are we (black people) less prepared for the business world than white people? Joy is actually Hispanic, but doesn't look it. Her first name is Consuella but she goes by Joy to eliminate any discrimination. She

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(While walking to the car) Shara: It's been too long since I've gone out obviously, I was unaware that I had to wear a freakum dress and stilettos JUST to turn a head. I feel under-dressed, like I'm just shopping at K-Mart instead of going to a bar!

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(While chaperoning the youth group at laser tag) Tahj: There's this girl at my school who's seriously 6'5" I asked her what she was into and she was like, "I'm a girly-girl" I tell her, "Na, you too tall to be all girly. You're dad should've put you in sports at an early age."

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**After much internal debate, I'm posting this e-mail that I wrote to Terry last week. The only reason I debated posting it, was because it- well, I look REALLY bad, and kinda out of character. But then I realized the name of this blog is "Just Bein Me" cuz that's all I know. Love it or leave it. We grow and we learn. But I wouldn't take back this experience for nothing in the world. Just know-

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I MISSED Y'ALL!!! I mean IT! Sooo much has been happening and I didn't want to leave my 2.5 readers out in the dark on the happenings of my life, lol. Exams and classes are finished, (not a single damn A, all B's, but I'm not that surprised seeing as how I pretty much do the bare minimum) Well, like I mentioned before- a new job. Or so I thought! I went through 2 different interviews, criticized

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Final Exams tomorrow. Moving to a new spot. Training for a new job. Ya girl is mad busy. I need a break. And once I get that break, I'll blog ya something proper! Still loves and likes ya => hope you feel the same!

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We all know a person who we wouldn't mind if they stepped off a curb and got hit by a car. Hold up- that was kinda harsh. Lemme rephrase that opening sentence.  We all know a person who we wouldn't mind if they stepped off a curb and got hit by a car. Hell- it felt right! Lol. Right now that person would be the newest addition to my hotel family. Joy(kill) King. This girl? I'm not sure WHERE

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Me: Whatcha doin?Malachi: Damn homeworkMe: LOL, me too! Shouldn't have waited til the last damn minuteMalachi:I feel u. But its like I work betta under pressure. But I know its a bad habit tho.Me: Yea. It is. But I can't even talk cuz I just cranked out a 4 page paper in an hour and a half. Malachi: Gotdamn lol Me:Yea- ya girl got skills Malachi: Word up. Mad skills Me: I'll let u get back to ur

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...that last night I got a call from Malachi and I felt a little excited? He called while I was putting the finishing touches on my blog post last night. We chatted a bit. I told him about my recent  new job possibility. He asked if I ever thought of him, and he thought about me the other day in class and...heh heh heh- let's just say ya girl got skills! Excuse me while I POP MY COLLAR! Na, lemme

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So after a series of texts, Sauce left me feeling some kinda way. Not like that. But it was something he said. "Geez, I'm trying to be a good boyfriend but then you tempt me...geez"I'm sorry, y'all didn't know he had a girlfriend? Well, honestly I just assumed he was single. Than I saw the status on his Facebook and asked him about it. I was surprised because he doesn't, and never would, strike

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(via text) Me: ...Tell me a joke Sauce: Three cats go into a bar, ask for catnip and the bartender gives them catnip. Me: As LAME as the joke was- that actually made me smile! Thanks

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I haven't forgotten about y'all. School has been crazy busy now that the semester is about to end. 5 page research paper on the nation of Islam. 3 page reflection paper. Oral presentation. And exam. And that's all from one class in a span of 3 more weeks. Something tells me I may need a stress reliever and I have the perfect person in mind. ; p Blog ya Later!

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After class Monday, I could've sworn I saw Ced's car following me. I was taking the back way so there was NO REASON for him to follow, seeing as he lives on the complete opposite side of town. I first noticed his car when I was pulling out of the parking lot. Now usually, I don't look in no one's rearview mirror (which is how I got my 2 speeding tickets), but something told me to last night and I

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So you've just been slut-puppying around hunh?Trina asks me one morning during breakfast. I was telling her the latest drama going on with Ced, the strange absence of D, and the new piercing that made a debut to Sauce the other morning. Stop hatin'I respond back. You know what though? After reading through this blog, I think I HAVE become somewhat of a slut-puppy! I can't say that I'm ashamed

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Yea. I said it. I feel sorry for them sometimes. It's almost sad the way they're so OBLIVIOUS to what girls are thinking and wanting from them. What bought this thought on? My sister and her on/off boyfriend. *smh* Riding in the car and hearing her express all the thoughts about him that she can't seem to tell him, I couldn't help but to think- Poor Seth. Do you realize that every word you say-

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So...remember that post I did about the Sunday night date at Dave and Buster's with Ced? I mean- I know it was a while ago but Jeez Louise, I've been busy slacking! : p  Annnnywho! Usually Ced is blowing up my phone like he don't know no other numbers in the world. (I know that my grammar is incorrect but I like it like that)  So I found it unusual that I haven't heard anything from him that day.

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MARY B MORRISON IS COMING TO CHARLOTTE!!  I'm so excited. I've already put my time request form in. Here goes the info: Mary B. Morrison's "Pajama Jam" Friday, April 16, 2010 8:00 PM at RealEyes Bookstore & Boudreaux's Mill House 3306-B N. Davidson Street Charlotte, NC 28205  New York Times Bestselling Author Mary B. Morrison is coming to Charlotte! RealEyes Bookstore and Touch One Productions

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This topic had been on my mind since I wrote y'all about me and Anjail cyberstalking E.G.F. (BTW: They checked out of the hotel at the end of February and are in LA now, getting their contracts and things in order. I wish them soo much luck!) I'm pretty sure y'all ain't on stalker status, but remember when I told y'all sbout me being snowed in and how something else happened? Well this is it, and

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Just a quickie from the phone (i'm lovin' it!) I have some good blogs on deck => How to Lose A Friend, Dave & BUSTERS, Wild Wing Night IV and Feelin' Sorry For the Fellas. Excited? I am. A teensy bit *nervous giggle* Loves and Likes Ya!

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Anthony(co-worker): Lady just walk in front of me and let the door slam in my face. What she mad at me fo'? I ain't sleep wit' her. *WOOOOOOOW* said in Flava Flav voice.

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I WAS prepared this time! At least mentally. I'm sorry, but I refuse to bust out the ho clothes just for Wild Wing. Carmen came out with the heels and leopard leggings, black t-shirt knotted on the side, and the black wig back up in the clip. Unfortunately, she started the party early- with beer and raspberry vodka. While she's in the car, she's pouring the rest of the vodka into a small Sprite

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   I know I didn't really touch on it much on Wild Wing Night Pt II but Antoine? Yeah. There was a minute when we were talking and he was just straight up staring at my girls. This was after the initial hello, and before the invite to Onyx. While I was sitting at the bar and talking with other people, I noticed his behivior. Flirting casually with Marci and some other white chicks. I gave him a

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Around 8pm last Wednesday I get a text from Michelle. "Hey girl. U comin 2 WW tonight?" "Def. I'm bringin my coworker Carmen. U'll luv her. She's cool" "K! C ya later"I've been waiting to tear up that stage on Karaoke night. The only reason why I didn't go last time was because I had my uniform on and I didn't need EVERYONE knowing my business. Carmen's been wanting to go out with me for a while

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Ced calls me today to ask if I would like to hang out and go to Dave and Busters. I guess. But if he says something about history work or computer work then I'm jumping in my car and cutting all ties. AND hands are keeping to themselves, because he obviously can't handle AAAAAALLLLLL of dis! Lol ; p loves and likes ya! p.s. I typed all this from my el cheapo phone, not that bad eh?

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    One Wednesday night after work, probably about 2 or 3 weeks ago, I was in need of a drink. I contemplated buying a bottle of wine and downing it in the comfort of my room while watching a marathon of The Nanny, but decided that I should stop at a bar or something. I was driving to get gas and hot damn- the Wild Wing Cafe was on and POPPIN on a Wednesday night! So I went in on a whim and had a

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I know it's been a hot lil minute but I've got some posts brewing on the back burners, just have to get off my lazy ASS and develop the ideas. Today, however, we're going to talk about my lunch date with Mr. Man- aka Ced. He invited me to have lunch with him at this all you can eat sushi place. He bragged about it and hassled me about it (he asked me like fitty-leven times if I ate sushi. Yes)

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Drunk White Male Guest: I wanna go out with a minority so I can get resident status Me: Sorry, I'm Australian. DWMG: What about the girl over there? Joy (coworker): Sorry, I already go out with a minority. He's Asian. DWMG: I bet I'm bigger than him Me: Doubt it, they call him Dong for short. DWMG: Well you know what they call me? Long Dong... Me: LMAO!!!! Where do these things come from?

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That pretty much sums it up. No it doesn't. Y'all, I gotta vent. So yesterday I had a study session with C. Do NOT roll your eyes or suck your teeth! We had a MAJOR exam today and when I say that boy needs help- well- the boy needs help. I honestly try to help him but he seems to have ADD or something and has a hard time focusing. I spend half the time chewing his behind out for not paying

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Terry: Hey boo! How are you today? Me: Peachy keen! Painting at the church Terry: Cool cool! Look at you! Me: I kno right? Doing right so I can do wrong! smh Terry: LOL! Its like a checking account! You have to deposit more than you withdraw! lol Me: LMBO. Tru dat tru dat

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He asks me as he whips out his platinum status Priority Club Card. It took all my power not to roll my eyes. But I couldn't hold back my snarky remark, "All the time, that's not anything new." Which is true since just that day we have 4 other platinum members checking in out of the 12 arrivals. Status- be it professional or WHATEVA- and material things do NOT impress me. Those things can be gone

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   Wooooow! I knew he was kidding because I've told him about my going to church, but it still stung a little bit. Because my days off pretty much always fall on Sunday and Monday, I spend Sunday morning at church praying about the sins I'm about to commit Sunday night and maybe Monday. SMH. It's a damn shame. Being raised in the church with strong religious values, I've always been a little

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At breakfast I tell Trina and Shay what happened between me and C. Trina: Sorry to hear that. You want me to call Robert for you? Me: I can't wanna do that! I still got goals to achieve... Shay: She don't need to get doped up by tha dick

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Part II  And in continuation...  There is something almost COMFORTING about going back to an ex. Is it because we have a history? They already know about my SEVERE MOOD SWINGS personality? I already know about their habits? Or is it because of sheer laziness? I dunno, all I know is that I have a bad habit of eating my leftovers.  I mean, they do say that leftovers are always better the next

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**WARNING: POST IS RAUNCHY Y'ALL!* Sorry to interrupt the flow of  "The One That Got Away and Eating Leftovers" but I had to blog a quickie- and the pun is used in every sense of the word. I was eventually gonna blog about this new friendship/relationship that seems to be blossoming between me and my classmate C. He's a chill dude. Born in Africa, moved to NY when he was 9. Got his stuff

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(Part I)    So, it's Sista Sunday (the day me and my sister usually just hang out after church and whatnot) And among the many things we talk about, our my train of thoughts are sooo random, was "Eating Leftovers" and "The One That Got Away" Sounds funny right?    What brings this topic about is...damn, what was it?...Umm, I think we were talking about her knuckleheaded ex? How she's barely

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So I've already told y'all about how I like to walk that talk. Now I find out that I'm an inspiration to some of my friends? WHAAA!!!??? lol.  My poor sis has problems with her on-again/off-again boyfriend. ( He's a cool dude but I loathe that whole breakup/makeup process) So she's making him an off  "permanently" and in order to get in that frame of mind she says to herself, "What would Chelle

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I know that I don't really blog about current events, but something has been on my chest... Who in the HELL do we think we are? I understand that Tiger Woods is a role model to some, but who are we to demand for him to break his "silence"? We did the same thing when Chris and Rihanna went through their drama. I, personally, feel as if it's THEIR business. I don't understand why Tiger can't just

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I promise I don't like to do a lot of talking in a relationship. I PROMISE! Anjail says I go hard. T-Dubb says I'm a heartbreaker. I'm pretty sure Terry has told me that I can be a bit of an ice queen. I can't help it! I've been raised around a bunch of tough broads who don't take no shit. In result, I am the same way. Luckily I've had an awesome (if somewhat ecclectic) group of boyfriends. All

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Y'all! I AM SO PISSED! How about my sister heard that Carl Weber was in town- doing a book signing for the very book I JUST bought- and she didn't tell me y'all! She heard about it the day it happened, I was off, and she told me about it 3 DAYS LATER! The FUCK? I'm highly upset. She is soooo not getting my good jewelry when I check into the big library in the sky!

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So Anjail (my coworker) and I were snowed in at work last weekend. (I'll blog about that later because you know something happened)  We were cutting up and acting a plum fool in the great room area. In comes these two extended stay guests- both pieces of mancandy- and we hit em with the: I know, I'm a mess! lol."Who are they?" Anjail asks me."Girl, they're a singing group. They call themselves-

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I was on the phone with my ex Darryl, strolling around the Wal-Mart for a late night shopping spree. So I'm wandering around the book section (knowing damn well I have no business over there) and HOLD DA G.D. PHONE! "CARL WEBER HAS A NEW BOOK OUT!!!!" "Who?" DJ is asking me. He was sayin somethin (damn what was he talkin bout?) and was clearly taken aback by my outburst. Just like the homegirl

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So there's this security guard at my job. He's a cute lil white boy, a lil too thin for my initial liking, but cute nonetheless. I'm always joking with my friends that my next boyfriend is going to be white but he's married y'all! Now, Ms. Chelle don't want to break up any happy homes. I mean, that was more of my mom's kind of thing- not mine. So instead I decided to engage in some harmless

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It really doesn't make any damn sense how much I have slacked off from my blogging duties. I'm like MEGA lazy lately and being a Procrastinating Patty. Don't worry, I'll do right by you. lol. New post coming tomorrow! Loves and Likes Ya!

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So my bestie Terry calls me. We've been friends since junior year of high school when we both bonded over the fact that we were different from other "IB Kids" (In case you don't know what IB is- it stands for International Baccalaurate and is basically a step up from AP courses) So anyways, Terry is gay (oops, I just outed him) and he always fell for the straight guys. I'm talkin bout straight-up

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It's just a bit unsettling for me to see grown ass women emulating the style of Barbie. As a girl who grew up with a Barbie Dream House, Pool House, Corvette, Jeep, Minivan, and I can go on, I understand the fascination with Barbies. I understand- the bitch has everything and can do anything in stilettos. But so does Kimora Lee Simmons, who insisted on being enterprising instead of just a piece

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It's true. I mean, I think I've always done a good job of hiding my prejudices, but working at the hotel reeeaaallly brings it out tenfold. So what brings this topic about? Well remember how I told you that we got robbed? Of course Yolanda doesn't feel comfortable working at night. I mean- the guy flashed a gun at her while the great room was filled with guests, so can you imagine how she would

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I know my posts have been a bit....drab, so let's have some fun! I was chatting to the sis during a commercial break of Gossip Girl (because talking during Gossip Girl is FORBIDDEN. I have properly trained all friends and family- including the dog- to not disturb me during the show) I got an electric blanket that is pure HEAVEN. I told her that having that blanket is almost better than sex. She

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Love my mama, always have, always will. But at times- I really can't stand that heffa. Lemme try to explain our relationship- without the sad violins, lol.  This is a VERY long post, seeing as I have a lot of things to get off my chest. Sorry, but until I find out if my benefits will cover therapy, you're just gonna have to ride it out with me. Living with her for those 8 years, was the most

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Don't worry, I didn't forget about you guys! Between working non-stop and working on my paper, I didn't have much time to go into details. So here we go: The day after Thanksgiving, we stayed in our jammies and headscarves, and acted like lazy cows. It gave Uncle Sherman the perfect opportunity to show off his 'man room' with the reclining leather chairs, flat screen hi-def tv, and surround

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Yes, I'm okay! It happened before I came in for my shift. What freaks me out is, if it wasn't for me taking that vacation- it WOULD HAVE been me! I work every Thursday, either 3-11 or 4-12, and it happened around 8ish. Because I took off last week- I've had to do night audit last night and tonight in addition to doing it on the weekend so that saved me. Apparently it was some dude, came a little

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Easton is a very small city in the Eastern Shore part of Maryland. I have a LOT of family there. So much that we (my cousins and I) have to compare family trees whenever we consider going out with somebody. Dead up- I've heard stories. I guess that's why my 17 yr old cousin only dates white girls but even that is suspect since my great-uncle is mixed. Thanksgiving dinner was at my fave aunt's

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My Grandma is a BUSY BODY! Everyone who knows my Grandma will tell you the same thing. Love her DEARLY though. So her and her boyfriend (naw, it's not like that! She's been with homeboy for a couple of years. The only reason why she doesn't marry him is because "the nigga is broke and how do I look losing all my military benefits if it doesn't work out? I just pray for God to look upon us as a

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I woke up late- like 45 mins late! It felt like the scene from Home Alone. You know the one- where homegirl wakes up and she's all like "WE OVERSLEPT!" and cue the fast music and people running around fast forwarded. Well that's how it was for me. I got there with like 15/20 minutes to spare but not early enough to get my 2 big ass, heavy ass bags checked on my train. Instead, they were put on

Ms. ChelleBellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02150783657032790369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4330573221968732976.post-89057025639133254692009-11-22T19:48:00.000-05:002009-11-22T19:48:21.954-05:00

Just enjoying spending some quality time with my sister before I leave to visit the fam. We went out to eat, did some shopping (mostly window shopping, but don't feel sorry for us- we have our better days coming!) and got caught up with the latest juicyfruit (gossip/drama) in our lives. Everybody needs a bestie- lucky for me, my stepsister happens to be mine! Oh yeah, she was straight clowning

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You know what? This industry got us women all twisted. Through images on screens and paper- they're basically saying that you're only pretty if you're fair skinned with long hair and a lean frame. God made us all different- like it was quoted on one my fave scenes in my fave movie "Norbit" Oh you don't know what part I'm talking about? Lucky for you- I can quote it word from word: Kate: Well, I

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Just a quick note (I promise I'll blog you something proper later!) Christine is one of the housekeepers at my job. She comes through Saturday night while Shay was about to leave and I was doing my night audit thing. She wants to make a reservation at one of our ritzy sister properties. Now if you live in Charlotte- the hotel is in Ballantyne- if you don't live in Charlotte- the hotel is in one

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