My e-diary of Anomelodious Randomocity

Monday, April 25, 2011

Rockin witta TWA!!!

Tonight, my girl from High School hit me up asking for styles. I AM NOT ALONE IN TRYNA FIGURE OUT WHAT TO DO WITH MY CURLS!!! YAY! So, since she's a little less time in than I am, here are some styles for her and the WORLD of sista sorors rockin their TWAs with mad attitude.

Enjoy, and spread the wealth. Each one teach one!

i love her! who is she, and where is she on twitter?

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Natural Hair and Tats Pt II

@MiyaBailey

when i saw this, i didn't even realize it was the same artist that did the piece above... what i would love to have that artist in my skin. wow. this is the inspiration that i sooo needed.

now, i'm just needing to find this artist...

and i did!!!!!!! I DID I DID I DID!!! I TINK I FOUND THE PUDDY TAT!

Now, just need pricing, and details about location, and i'm there in MAY!!!!!!!!! whoooo hoooo!!!!

and more works that make me drool:

this went from a gathering of various sources to spotlighting Miya Bailey! I will be contacting him tomorrow to get an appointment for Houston!

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Fiend

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that ish is like a drug. you give it up. you walk away. it calls your name. like el in switch, you don't know which way to go. you want it so bad. you yearn for it. feinding like jodeci. you just don't know what this addiction is doing to me! jesus lord, free my veins. get these thoughts off my brain! i just can't take the thought of it! Jesus, Lord, have mercy, I WANT SOME *&$#!!!

it's on my mind, all day. all the time. Jamie Foxx 3 letter word... sometimes i hear it calling me... i'm caught up like usher... got me feelin it. caught up. i don't know what it is, but it seems it's got me twisted. When I can, I can't get it when I want it. When I get it, I can never get enough of the *#@.

Creepin and crawlin, goin all around in my head, my mind is tossin and turning, tryna fight this yearning because i want this shit. i need this shit. i need to have that dick! Why? why? Because Michael said it's human nature. Aint nothing i found greater.

I keep callin on you Lord because I'm on some next level ish with this MAN. I need that ish, that creamy, that good, that gushy stuff! I need a good f48k. Like heroin or cocain, whatever that white shit that people get addicted to, it aint got nothing on these white lines, I PROMISE YOU!

Crack is wack and dick is fuckin fantastic. Ion wanna leave, but I gotta go right now. I gotta get me some of that shit. I told you, sometimes I hear it callin me. On my mind, all the time. Stronger than any drug... I'm nervous, and tremblin, needing for you to cum in. I can't keep still! Squirming and clenching. Trying to keep this feeling under control. But I might have to let it go... looks like another pussy TKO.

*totally off topic, but thanks to Saddi Khali for the pic. Check him out on FB.

Random Post of the moment

Soooo............. As things are going.... as they always do... continuously, and steadily, I am of course set adrift on memories bliss of love... No. But, I am swept up in the pulse of life... My life seems to have an irregular heartbeat.

Anyway... I know this is random postings, but let me try to stick to a train of thought here. If you have been following me on twitter and by chance on FB too, you might have seen that I recently quit my career in Special Education, and had planned on moving. I was under the auspice that I would be helping my dad take care of my grandmother and building a house, and other adult like things. WELL! That has seemed to go straight to hell in a hand basket doused in gasoline and laced with explosives. And, I am currently unemployed as of the last day of school. OH JOY!!!

With a pocket full of skills I've been sitting my big happy ass on, I guess my plan of action to sustain life as I know it is going to be to hustle. *cue*

Mamma just bought some new shoes, baby need Easter ish and healthcare, and we gotta live somewhere. SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. I'm going to try something very ANTI what I have ever known: sustaining life via solely entrepreneurship. Your girl gotta mouth, it needs to get fed, so open that mouth and sing. I have hands that make magic in the kitchen, use em to whip up plates and desserts and sell that ish until I can do what I wanna. Have a mind's eye, creative in a lot of ways. I have this knack for pictures, and I should figure out something to do with that. Let's not forget written expression. And my little mix tapes...

*Le sigh*, seems to be the phrase of the day. I have some decisions to make because it's just so comfortable working 7-430, or 5, or 6, or 615 and making a steady check. I don't know what the hustlin life is. I guess I'm bout to find out.