Remember when we use to play

Still hurting

Shawn is breaking my heart. Even when I swear I will never love him again, I can't stop caring and wishing he were mine. He's moved on. He's already said his good-byes. And it's so easy for him.

Maybe, there's somewhere a lesson to learn... but I'm still hurting.

New York Vice

We all have our vices. My girl Chelsea's vice happens to be a man. Frank Sinatra once said...

I'm for anything that gets you through the night - be it prayer, tranquilizers, or a bottle of Jack Daniels.

He forgot to mention sex.

Last night, I couldn't even get an answer

(Play track while reading)

Last night, Shawn and I ended up at a mutual friend's dinner party. He ignored me the entire dinner. Even 'hi' seemed like a stretch for him. He can be such an asshole.

Just so you know

Fellas, if a woman says she's going to call and she doesn't, she probably doesn't like you.

Get 'em J

Ladies, if a man says he's going to call and he doesn't, he probably just forgot.

Thanks for the one-liner, Jaizen.

New beginnings and better endings

While some of us are taking the road less travelled, others are revisiting familiar territory. With all of life’s twists and turns, sometimes, you have to just sit back and enjoy the ride.

A little advice...

I receive these weekly motivational emails from Dale Carnegie. In all actuality, he's really trying to sell his training program, but before he goes into that speal, he prefaces it with a motivational, inspirational, or influential quotation, followed by more words of wisdom. So, I just thought I'd share!

Take a chance! All life is a chance. The man that goes the furthest is generally the one willing to do and dare. The "sure thing" boat never gets far from the shore.
- Dale Carnegie

Approach new experiences as opportunities to learn rather than occasions to win or lose. Doing so will open you up to new possibilities and can increase your sense of self-acceptance.

ESPN > Women

There are several things in life women cannot compete with - sports is one of them. If a man is watching Sports Center, just shut up and bring him a beer. Don't try to compete; it's not worth it. You'll always lose.

Courtesy of Jaizen

We in the houuuuse!

What up, TWENTY. SOMETHING.s? As you all may have read, the blog is going both ways. No homo. I mean 'both ways' in the sense that it's officially been infiltrated by a male. My homegirl asked me to contribute - so I had to.

I'll be throwing in my two cents every now and then. Check my first post - pitting women against sports. Ladies, please read. Let it put you on. You'll learn something new today.

Sweet Dream or Beautiful Nightmare

(Play track while reading.)

Shawn. That one name encompasses every contradiction possible.

He makes me want to settle down and love one person -- him. Yet, the next day, he reminds me why I choose to be single. He can make me smile on days that bring tears, but then makes me cry when I just want to smile. He drives me crazy at times and knows exactly what buttons to push and when to push them. However, he always knows when to call and what to say to make me feel beautiful.

He's the one I fuck and make love to. We're two strong personalities that butt heads and are too stubborn to concede to the other... yet, we always end up back in each others' lives -- smitten.

It's as if we need each other in our lives. We let go to - to reattach. Lately, he's been on my mind a lot, and we've been seeing each other a lot lately too. Big mistake! Because now every thing's back in that 'weird' stage. Right now, I'm falling in love again. That's not supposed to happen. We ended things, but they always start up again.

But this time... it feels different. I love thinking about him. I love seeing him. I love hearing his voice. He's the perfect lullaby.

Man-izer?!

Womanizer is openly defined as a charming man, a Don Juan or Casanova type personality, that wines and dines, charms the hell out of, and subsequently beds a woman - only to move on to the next the following day. Lady killer, tom cat, Lothario, and player are all synonymous with the term.

However, what is the term for the female version? Manizer just doesn't have the same ring.

HAPPINESSISNOWHERE

You decide.

HAPPINESS IS...

Recoup/Ladies Night In

I decided to get outta town for the weekend. NYC can be a bit much, esp. when I need a break. So, yes, I was on my amateur jet setter ish and flew my two piece down to Miami. I crashed with the BFF. Normally, I do a hotel, even with impromptu trips, but I was feeling lazy. So, I just BBMed the bestest with a quick 'I'm hitting South Beach this weekend - staying at your place.' An 'okay - see you when?' shortly followed.

Fast forward through airport security, first class flight, and passing out on the plane only to wake up in Miami... And we end up at Liv's apartment. I was exhausted. So, a nap quickly ensued, which was appropriately followed by Ladies Night In.

I had to update her on the status of the company and the bust business venture. The Shawn drama was the chaser story. (See post 'Sweet Dream or Beautiful Nightmare' for complete details.) That lasted longer than expected. Fortunately...

Mixed drinks + two weeks worth of gossip and secrets + homemade dinner = the perfect nightcap.

Without me, it's just aweso

I am awesome.
Awesome I am.

Professional Disturbance

My new term for annoying people.

The L Rule

(Make an L with your thumb and pointer finger.)
The tall ones have little ones.
(Now flip it to look like a gun.)
And the short ones have long ones.

I don't believe.

100 POSTS!

It'd be so much cooler if balloons and confetti fell from the ceiling and some random man with a toupee handed me a check for a million dollars.

Congrats to me, anyway!

Shit Happens

Recently, I put an extensive amount of money, time, and effort into a particular company venture. I put my heart, soul, hope, and spirit into this venture. Unfortunately, it was a bust. It's nothing that would deter the future of the company, but it still sucks.

Everything's a learning process. And, trust, when it comes to this company, I'm learning every day. The 9 to 5 taught me how to be a fierce corporate ladder climber, but it didn't teach me how to shine in an one woman show. Every day, I'm learning what it means to be and what it takes to be an entrepreneur.

It's incredibly harder than the dictionary.com definition:

Entrepreneur (noun) -
A person who organizes and manages any enterprise, esp. a business, usually with considerable initiative and risk.

The "considerable initiative and risk" aspect is an understatement. The definition neglects to mention the blood, sweat, and tears that accompany sacrifice. It forgets to note the limitless time and energy that was, is, and will be dedicated. At the end of the day, I've given my all.

Some things work out. Some don't. Yet, I always remind myself of the standard I aim to achieve. Success is the bare minimum. For some, the sky is the limit. For me, the universe is.

Twenty-ish

I realized my blog tends to lean towards readers of the female persuasion. I love men. So, I'd hate to cut out the gender that brings me much pleasure and joy. Thus, I've invited several of my closest male friends to contribute to the blog.

The blog's called TWENTY. SOMETHING. Not TWENTY. SOMETHING. FEMALE. I want the blog to encompass the twenty something, male and female experience.

What does it mean to be a TWENTY. SOMETHING.? Well now, I will have help from members of the male persuasion trying to answer that question too!

The things I'd do to him...

New Shit, NEW SHIT!

Within the next few days, I'll be dropping some ish I've been exclusively laced with. I've had the pleasure of meeting an incredibly talented, super dope, wicked crazy music artist. He dropped a track my way, and I will officially post it veryyy soon. It's definitely Twenty. Something. certified. I've also had the pleasure of checking one of his live shows, which he crushed.

Sooooooo... Long story short - stay tuned for more!

'I'd rather keep the trash and throw you out.'

Update: Chelsea pulled a Miss Jackson and kicked Mr. Holding Hands to the curb. (Read previous post, '3SOME' for complete details.) Good for her. He needed to go. So, I thought the following track would be suiting:



I bet he thinks this post is about him.

Ummmm...

Some people just don't know how to act. I attended a networking party tonight. Everyone's networking, enjoying cocktails, and acting professionally.

Until old girl - actually, I'm hoping she's really under 21 and sneaked herself in because that's the only excuse for her to be acting a fool at a professional (key word, professional) networking event, but I digress - gets up on the stage and starts dropping it like it's hot.

She straight up could have made any video chick extra salty because she was working it. Too bad she wasn't in a music video. I hope she was drunk because there was no excuse.

The Train

I'm sitting on the train as I write this entry. A woman just got on and, as she prepared to sit, she nearly fell on me! And then, she had the nerve to not say 'sorry' or 'excuse me'. Okay, that'd be fine if that's where the story ended, but no...

She then proceeded to wiggle herself into a space she could barely fit into, bumping me periodically. And, of course, we all know she neglected to say a word.

Some people.

My mind is a maze.

I'm pretty good at mazes, but couldn't get through this one. If you're bored at work or wanna waste time, try to get through this one.

More Randomness

Totally Random

If only it were that easy...

(In reference to my previous post) Yea, there's a fine line between fantasy and reality. Depending on the day, I'm living a fantastic reality or a realistic fantasy.

Being my own boss is a little bit of both...

The Last Huraah

I love the fact that the 9 to 5 is officially over. I love being my own boss. It's the new black. Setting my own hours, determining company policy, being every role wrapped into one is my new fetish. And I love it.

The 25th Hour

According to scientific studies, the human body operates on a 25, not 24, hour cycle. Supposedly, this is the reason why human beings often feel tired and uneasy, yet feel that if there were one more hour in the day, all would be settled. Hence, the saying 'There aren't enough hours in the day.'

I do wonder, however, if there were actually 25 hours in the day, would we still wish for more?

3SOME

The infamous three-some hit the streets of NYC the other night. Ladies' night was in full effect. The Fendi bag crew was geared with credit cards in hand and 4-inch stilettos underneath. The night took its usual progression from dinner and drinks to mindless gossip to drunken dancing and random hookups.

It only takes a sip from my passion fruit mojito to get my lips moving about the latest and greatest in my life, but my two girls were already going at it from the minute they stepped in the car. Two mojitos in and all three of us were dishing in on the night's big discussion: revenge.

My girl saw her long-term, yet undefined beau holding hands with another girl. He didn't see her, but she most definitely saw him... and her. She's not the type to cry or get upset and settle in with a pint of Ben & Jerry's Half Baked. She's the type to max out his credit card and then expose the dirty little secret that he doesn't know she knows (and this little secret is not one he wants out).

Sooooo... what to do? Unfortunately, she has the voices of good and evil whispering into her ear telling her conflicting things. There's me - the voice of reason. Move on. Success is the best revenge, anyways...

Then, there's my other girl. She's vengeful, but in a corporate takeover sort of way. She'll slowly infiltrate one's personal and professional contacts and make the wrong-doer appear incompetent. She'll use who and what she knows against the other person without ever directly coming in contact with the wrong doer.

Needless to say, I was on my own trying to convince her to ease out of the situation peacefully. I'm a lover, not a fighter. Unfortunately...

All I can say is that Mr. Holding Hands better watch his back.

Lovefool

Just fabulous.

Later that day, I got to thinking about relationships. There are those that open you up to something new and exotic, those that are old and familiar, those that bring up lots of questions, those that bring you somewhere unexpected, those that bring you far from where you started, and those that bring you back. But the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you can find someone to love the you - you love - well, that's just fabulous.
Carrie, Sex and the City

Wait 'til I get my money right...

diamond encrusted Benz > your whip

Nocturnal Insomniac

(Sleep's overrated. I'll sleep when I'm dead.)

He loves me.

He loves me not.
He loves me.
He loves me not.
He loves me.
He loves me not.
He loves me.
He needs to stop playing games!

$$$

I realize that for someone that needs to be on a budget, I sure don't budget. I burn through money like Britney goes through frapps. I should be more reserved, but I'm not. I give myself the excuse - it's just money. Somehow, to the grace of God, there's always still money there. Whether I dish out for a pricey French dinner or the flyest Fuck Me pumps, I still have money. I'd have more if I didn't spoil myself... but then life would be boring.