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Name: Whitney Country: United States State: Maryland Metro: PG County Birthday: 9/30/1988 Gender: Female
Interests: I love softball, playin any sports or racing game on PS2, art and photography, music, architecture,interior design, and boys..definitely bOys! Expertise: Trumpet player, straight lunchin, yoga and twisting myself into really weird pretzel like postions, music, writing and drawing just about anything, and bOys!! Occupation: Artist Industry: Engineering
Message: message meEmail: email me AIM: Neosoul Remix MSN: LBoogieMusicGrl Yahoo: dj_coffee_brown Yahoo: wv_littlejohn
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8/13/2004
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| ..written by Steve Harvey titled, Act Like a Lady Think Like a Man. I started reading it yesterday afternoon and I got up to chapter six. So far it's really interesting: the concepts and perspectives deal with how women should understand men in relationships, how they love, and what commitment means to them. I suppose every man is different but some concepts are definitely concrete. My dad inscribed it to me on the inside cover, and that makes it priceless. I love my dad--THE most important person in my life and the only man that has ever truly loved me always. I guess that's why I don't have any weird complexes about men and relationships. I didn't grow up with daddy issues, thank the Lord. But he is surely right when he joked, I want to find a man like daddy. It's true. I want a man with similar qualities: hardworking, dedicated to taking care of his wife and children, able to provide a comfortable lifestyle, caring, good listener, and of course handsome. I think those are things any woman would love in their partner. Again, so far I'm enjoying the book. A glass of Pinot Grigio and medium-low light sends me on my way to further enlightenment. ~W.V.Littlejohn | | |
| So it seems that nearly a year has gone by. I wasn't sure where I'd be or what I'd think, but my heart is more in love with him now than I was before. But what do I do with these feelings? Where are we in all of this? I've grown up and learned a great deal about myself and what I want out of this life. I won't dive in head first only because I've made that mistake before and I know better now. But after speeding pass the foyer, jumping through the gates, stopping dead center, and turning around to go through the back door--am I prepare to WALK out the front door this time? Hell, I'm still surprised neither one of us has moved on. Does that mean something? ....shit, man lol | | |
| Fuck me Big Daddy! Whisper in my ear and Tell me how much you don't give a damn Cuz you got enough women in line Waiting on your reprise. Grab my legs and Wrap them around your waist As you plow me Hard and deep like Rain soaked earth. Laugh as I wriggle and squirm Wanting to find a comfortable place On that bed Where you claim The magic happens. Let your eyes fall From that place on the Wall behind me and See those tears Landing silently on my cheek. Mix me up and Lie to me, Just a little more Convincing yourself that this Is exactly what every woman wants. | | |
| Then inevitably found yourself drowning at the bottom, I'm certain. I never would have forseen such a painful conclusion to this chapter--let alone a conclusion at all. Love, and devotion to the overall success and progression of that love has always been[and always will be] a large chunk of what makes love last, in my opinion. Similar core values; a strong belief in the power of change and a willingness to do so is a beautiful thing. We as people, have given up on ourselves as a whole and therefore learned to give up on each other individually. Sometimes, all a person needs is a kind word; a gesture of faith and intimacy to encourage growth and prosperity. I am, a strong willed person.... ...but I am also very sensitive when it comes to my heart. I admit, that I require encouragement from time to time, upon reaching certain junctures in my life. Decision making has never quite been my strong suit, when it comes to seeking immediate results. But I know this about myself, and have made it a mission to rectify such a handicap. However, in these times of confusion I seek refuge in those who matter most in my life. Never having much family to speak of, my friends reside in my "fortress of solitude". I bounce ideas, thoughts, and feelings off of them in hopes of gaining the knowledge necessary to achieve a goal. It's difficult, when someone who lives in my heart, finds it unecessary to bless me with the patience and encouragement, and maybe swift kick in the ass that I need. I am a work in progress; I am aware of that and believe that as humans we all are such. Gaining perspective is key in this progression, yet being chastized, humiliated, and put down only proves to be a negative hinderence [especially when done by those who you love most]. In an unforgiving world, at least those in my heart would allow me a fair chance to grow and develop as a person. But as it seems, some folks no longer believe in a fair and just world within the confines of their own relationship; within their own safe bubble. From that, I learned it became much easier just to say, "I didn't try" then to continue saying "This change is difficult, and I need help" and be, again, chastized for it. I wanted things to be different, full circle: to be a better girlfriend, a better daughter, and a better friend and companion. Fighting my own handicaps, and character flaws in a death match; a battle of wits and will! ...but it seems that the folks in my corner slowly but surely became folks routing for the other guy. | | |
| I've been writing on here because, frankly I don't think anyone will read it. Anyone who DOES read it, hopefully won't be judgmental. My thoughts and feelings are wrapped up in so many different problems, stuffed inside a sphere, and subsequently displaced and not quite useful to me at the moment. I am misunderstood, and therefore ostracized in a way that I'm afraid I cannot recover from. whatever...here goes nothin Popcorn kernels lodged in my teeth I pick away at my frustration Still painfully out of reach Broken glass windows and door frames My security breached Yet I lay here melancholy A sanctimonious speech Continues to ring loud in my ear drum Poster child for underachievement I can her 'em Close the door, lettin heat out And bugs in. I can't survive all the dark nights With out that lovin luv'in And as the quiet grows quieter You better quiet her Big man's been appointed the silencer Drip dreams from a broken lip cup These seams have been torn to smithereens! From afar his gaze still beams Only he sees these seams aren't what they seem And believe me It's best to trust an open mind and a closed mouth Though they talk very little When they speak they know what they talkin bout But these hopes Leave a wide mouth open to the ocean Click clack..bick bick It's one swift motion Bodies drop at the hands of Big man the silencer Discovered off the coast By a local islander Who knows better than to tell truths And hand over his fate What to do? What to say? Is not up for debate. It's a test of what you know And what you know best. Stand firm a deliver Never assume the rest. Love God first, and man last Repent the mistakes you made Never live for the past. Pray you'll find one day Someone who sincerely gives a fuck. Peace up. Maryland down Deuces chucked! ~L-Boogie
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