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I have my occasional spaghetti. Maybe, some lasagna, I even tried baked ziti. But it wasn't my preferred meal. Recently, I tried a very simple Alfredo recipe, which I copped from the pages of "Bust" magazine. Four ingredients I thought. I can't screw this up. And considering its few, it must be some kinda delicious. 

Low and behold, I purchased 
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Not every woman you encounter is going to be smitten. Maybe 'cause I'm of a darker  hue I got to know rejection very well.  Dark skinned 
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People only do what you inspect. I won't bad mouth my place of residency, but the maintenance man does the minimum.  Not to mention, I have to call multiple times before the said thing is repaired. SMDH Good thing, I'm persistent. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear they want me to forget and settle for their mediocre repairs. 
Nothing like 
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My 
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Someone kindly reminded me how difficult a time the holidays are for some people. I thought well damn, considering you acknowledge this notion then even more of a reason for you not to be conveniently unavailable during the said holiday. People kill me making excuses or looking for a scapegoat and then come back with the sob story. Kill that noise! 

I am not easily swayed. Don't do something 
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Things I like . . . 





Pushing pen to paper (huge difference from typing). Nothing compares to conveying one's emotions via the written form.  It's melody sweet, but rings true to one's heart song.




Graffiti-Something about defacing has that rebel spirit that I love. Nothing like taking Metro and appreciating street art. 

Rainbows-The other day after a long downpour, pulling into my 
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The nursery rhyme, "Sticks and Stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me" is some fraggle-nackle bull. Words are power. What you say comes to light. I've noticed that the very song lyrics I've belted have taken shape in my life. "Again" one of my favorite Legend tracks has become a script for the life, which I lead. Therefore, one can speak things into existence. Be careful that
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There's a long standing assumption that if one is smiling he or she is amidst bliss. I beg to differ. Granted one's smile is telling, but it's no indication if one is happy or unhappy. I've never been much of a smiler. Blame it on the inner city upbringing. Smiling could be mistaken for softness. So I mastered the ice grill chameleon stare. As I've grown comfortable in my skin and moving from 
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Ever been headed toward a dead end, but rather than make a U-turn, you proceed with caution as if there's an alternative exit?  Granted it feels wonderful doing wrong, and boring doing right. But one can get lost, and let's not forget delusional. I then seen it happen to a many, especially women. People like having their head up their asses. It's much easier residing in la-la-land, rather than 
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Words and Phrases Which Help You Develop Positive Relationships

The Five most important words:

I am proud of you.

The Four most imporant words:

What is your opinion?

The Three most important words:

If you please.

The Two most important words:

Thank you.

The single most important word:

Congratulations.

The Least important word:

I

GOD HAS A WAY OF PUTTING THINGS INTO YOUR HANDS 
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So I had the pleasure of seeing "You, Nero" at Arena Stage in D.C. I had no idea what to expect as I was asked to accompany my friend, whose friend was in the production. We both were pleasantly surprised. It was a blend of a musical, play . . . I can't call it. If you're a lover of the arts, then "You, Nero" is one you don't want to miss. It's madly funny.  There were far too many times to 
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We had a big debate on the book once I posed the question : Ladies, if your man was facing a 2yr max bid would you do the time or chuck up the deuces? Inquiring minds want to know why or why not . . . The men were in arms 'cause it wasn't cut and dry. Many summed up a woman not holding her man down as disloyal, whereas others thought she should put herself first. Fortunately, I've never been 
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There's ALL this talk 'bout if it's real as in if it isn't love then . . . 



For the men in doubt you know it's real when :




I dont' wrap my hair &amp;amp; let you run your fingers thru my scalp. It cost 'bout a bill for this blow-out.


I feed you 1st.


Offer you limitless glasses of Simply Delicious Lemonade.


I don't snap crazy 'bout you so happenin' to be in the neighborhood. 


I let you 
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I'm not a fan of keeping in touch with exs. But for some odd reason, I have one that loves to disappear and reappear. I don't mind chatting and shooting the breeze. I'm all for a good time.  I try not to hold grudges. Whatever happened in the past, happened for a reason.  So be it we weren't meant. It's not that serious that if you were to call I'm going to give you the dial tone or worst 
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I learned a lot about myself while having house guest.  I've been on my own for the last four months, and it's been an adventure. I've enjoyed interior decorating, putting my own spin on the place that I call home.  More importantly, I have a routine. As much as I'd like to consider myself spontaneous, I have a way in which I like to do things, and I don't much care for people in my way. Funny 
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I prepared the infamous "Engagement Chicken" that's supposedly landed a few lucky women hands in marriage. I figured, if all else fails, at least I'll have a tasty chicken and that it was. I barely ate any chicken, but my guest, and BooThang raved about that chicken along with the red skinned mashed potatoes, mac/cheese, fresh green beans, and corn on the cob, (which I never prepared) long 
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A forewarning is jus' a warning to proceed cautiously. But proceeding cautiously is rooted in fear, and demonstrates a lack of faith. Granted one should heed warnings, especially from family and friends.  But after you've taken their opinions and suggestions into consideration one should do as he or she damn well pleases. Whatever is going to occur will occur, whether you're braced for a blow 
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How relevant is the past? Granted its responsible for the men and women we ultimately become, but what significance does/should it weigh on today? We live in a society that when new acquaintances meet it is common to google them. Sometimes you win, lose or draw. Then how much of what's discovered online is truth and not fictitious?  On the net, many portray themselves as who they hope to one 
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Text messages are the death of communication. The other day I made the mistake of getting booked by a much younger man.  He text from the moment I gave him my number 'til 2 something yesterday when finally I lied and said, 



"my man and I are madly in love.  He would be disappointed to learn that I'd given you my number.  I'd appreciate, if you wouldn't text any longer."


Then he replies :


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