What’s your favorite true story that you enjoy sharing with others?
Mines would have to be the day my girlfirends and I were at a Philly nightclub called Solo at that time. When Mike Jones came down to showcase his new album, and do his Hit ‘Drop and Gimme 50’
My home girl from North Carolina was in the building she got his attention quick. She hit that split and was shaking her thang. He stopped… looked. Told them to cut the music and came down to meet her.
He asked the DJ to play that back…and she did it again. He went crazy!! Needless we paid for no drinks that night. And Mike Jones is a really cool dude, not because he brought us drinks but we was a down to earth person.
But yeah that was one of my many true stories!
Pretty much sums me up! It’s either you love me or you don’t. I’m a very nice person but I’m an asshole at the same time.
So when people call me an asshole or say I have asshole like tendencies I say “thank you for noticing”.
I’m a shit talker, I always have something smart to say back. I have cuss out on standbys…just in case.
But I’m the most sweetest, helpful person you will ever know. Just don’t get on my bad side… Did I mention I’m a ♉?
I think being a Taurus is self explanatory. But in case you don’t know I have a mean temper so as I mention above to bark up my tree. I’m a loyal friend and a dependable.
How can all this be wrapped up in one person, who knows?! I’m theis way because that’s what God intended! 💋
Something that all Americans are entitled to. But what happens when someone says something stupid?
In the recent month many people have abused their right of free speech…
Just to name a few. I seriously doubt that any of these folks along with many others actually think before they speak.
This statement rings true. I just wrote someone dear to me. I had to get quite a few things out there because I have a bad habit of holding things in for fear of conflict. I told them that along with how I thought they were being selfish with their words and actions. I told them that I’m dealing with the loss of my mother and I still wanted to be there to support them, but I need them to be understanding.
Well, my words were taking completely out of context. How do I know this? Because I got the standard, well I won’t burden you. I swear I hate that, all I asked was that you be understanding and sympathetic to my situation. I’m trying to be there and some days I just need time to do the things you need me to do.
Seems like you can’t win sometimes. I have to write back and I’m dreading that.