Memories of me

I just got reading through some of my old blogs. I do that from time to time, especially when I am bored at work. It helps me to see how I am changing, be it better or worse, how to evaluate the progression of my overall life, and its quality, and its just nice to reminisce. I came across a couple that stood out, one I wrote about my dear Monique, and one about the Princess. The Monique one’s always get me cause I forget sometimes how deeply, and dare I say intensely, I felt for her. I read over a couple dealing with the Pricess, and it made remember how I was actually digging her, not a serious type thing, maybe one of those infatuation type things, either way it was good for a little short while. Now that I think about I do remember being all hype and being like “I’m gonna call my Princess” or “Hey, it’s the Princess calling”. Now that I’m thinking bout it I am realizing I have come through some nice, good chicks. Well, I’m thinking about the Princess, and the chick I wrote the blog entitled “I’m not sprung, but I have a new good friend”

I think about that sometimes. I want a good chick pretty damn bad, but I have had ‘em, and then let ‘em go…..I’m learning to not let thinking like that influence me in a negative way. I kinda found myself settling with chicks cause they were nice, even though they weren’t right for me. Folks wanna get on all that “Hey, she’s nice or he’s nice……you NEED to talk to them” type bullshit. My Moms and sis be on that shit sometimes. But I’m not gonna let shit like that phase me any-damn-more. If we, me and the chick and momma nem all know each other and ol’ girl is nice and we still never really got anything going there is a fuckin reason. Not every nice person is good for every-damn-one. When moms and sis start bringing that shit up I tell ‘em “Well, hell, if you like ‘em so damn much, then you date ‘em. “Leave me the hellalone”

Fa real.

I like a nice chick…..no, I loooove a nice sweet chick, but I also need a chick that’s just a little on the grimy side. I need a chick that I can do dumb stupid shit WITH, but then when I go to far she knows how to let me know with out talking down or fussing at me. Me and the chick that shsishes me when we are in the movie and I let out a relatively quiet “H-h-h-helll naw, did you see that?” Would never get far. I want a chick that aint afraid of getting dirty and will drink Bud Light out in the middle of the woods, next to a bondfire.

I could go on and on, but I guess what I am getting at is that I know what I want. I know what I need. I could hook up with some chick that is really nice….., but I need her to be my type of nice, my kind of a little rough round the edges type chick. A kinda rough around the edges chick with an hourglass shapes. Ladies, I’m sorry, but you gotta have hips. I love that womanly shape. Nigga, I LOVE IT!!! Hips and tits. I never think of tits being all that important, till I am envolved with a small chested chick, and all I can think of is big huge titties. (Well, I’m really happy with c’s, or even B’s on a small chick, but really small chicks ain’t enough woman for me)

-the BULLY