Orgasm Olympics!

Karma is a bitch – and tonight Karma came back to bite Samson in the ass! I specifically said, “Just a trim” but that’s right up there with: ‘It’ll just take a second’ and ‘I promise it won't hurt,’ or my favorite, 'We need to talk.' So, let’s hope my beautiful hair will make a speedy recovery and grow another four inches at a super human pace! And yes, let this be a reminder to all you bitches – never trust yer sister with a pair of scissors after you’ve laughed about fucking up her hair.

On another note, I’ve learned that exercise can be alot like the Orgasm – control yer breathing, have an awesome partner (or be extremely independent), and you too, can achieve amazing results! And similar to the Olympics, practice makes perfect - there's nothing like gettin' the Gold!

Lost and Found

There are people we lose, either by choice or fate, who impact our lives. For better or worse (and sometimes for both) they leave us; breaking our hearts or demolishing our dreams; or maybe it’s for the better and their absence reforms our existence, toughens us up or prepares us for the world. Either way, the entrance to the heart can often times feel like a revolving door – people entering while others leave, sometimes crowds at a time. Sometimes, it feels like the heart is an empty warehouse or a barren wasteland of what once was, where nothing now grows, not even weeds. Other times our hearts are packed so tightly and on the brink of bursting forth and for some reason this intensity brings us the most rewarding and satisfying feeling ever – the feeling of being alive. But what happens when we lose those stimulating people? Do we just hope for a fresh face? How long do we mourn their departure? Do we hold a place for them, preserving that special seat, keeping our eyes closed for years and years, eagerly awaiting the return of that stimulation? When we find them…. crumbling and deteriorating and no longer exuding that rush we’ve yearned for, only then do we realize they are no longer our lost people, but an unappealing reality. They were lost and found again - but never really ours to lose.

Great Expectations

We all have them, and it's so damn unnerving, how those great expectations can fuck up our outlook on reality. As if we've put blinders on over our already rose colored glasses -  great expectations have us seeing things for how we'd like them to be, not how they truly are, and anticipating outcomes that never existed to begin with - even in the most embryonic of stages. And the mere fact that we are now privy to these great expectations only emphasizes their piteousness. I suppose we always have the choice to unplug from 'The Matrix' and expose the transparency of our great expectations; their sugar coated facade, their false identities, their man-made euphoric sensations, their false feelings of security, their fantastically imaginative futures…. and when we open our eyes, we’re left with nothing but the memory of a beautifully unfulfilling delusion. Until, we create another one.

I remember you
though you may've forgotten me-
though you may've spread my ashes
or buried me at sea.


Flourishing in youth
you've been revived and reborn,
softening and diminished
I've lived monotonous and forlorn.


But, I still see your eyes
I know their color blue,
though your memory of me has died -
I still remember you.

Morning

There is something
so exciting
about the freshness
of New -

the contorting
and morphing
of an old
point of view.

Funny Story. . .

Let me set the stage for you; I'm coming ‘round the last quarter mile of my walk and it’s a straight uphill incline. I’m drenched in sweat – it’s dripping off my neck and running down my back (my makeup is in place thanks to MAC and La Bella Donna!). My hair WAS in a ponytail, now my afro burns are jumping out, and I keep looking all around for snakes while walking. So I'm walking past a house with a gangster parked out front, chillin’ on his low rider (ok, I'm stereotyping, but whatever! All my uncles had ‘em) and this poor guy says to me, “Hey, you’re the most gorgeous thing I've seen all day.”  And I’m roaring with laughter on the inside because I know I look like a sweaty piece of mess, and I said to him, “It’s dark dude!” but deep down it made me smile....and want to exercise more, and shit - if I was the most gorgeous thing he'd seen all day then he needs to do some sight seeing! Seriously!