I was once a poet...

So many people tell convenient lies to make themselves feel better about what they’re trying to hide or deny to be true
True lies hold the world together. Hides the things we’re incapable of saying
Hides the things we’re incapable of believing because sometimes life gets messy
and doesn’t fit our picture perfect endings,
projections of our futures, the stories we’ve written in our minds,
and damned if anybody has the time to have their plans interrupted.
A girl interrupted loses love to search for truth but finds herself alone missing the love lie she lived with for so long.
So she lies and lies in bed crying inside but pulls it all together because emotions are inconvenient and keeping up the front is more important than acknowledgement of truth.
Perfection has no room for detours
Weaving webs of deceit to cover up her own actions
But when it all falls down…
There’s nothing left but truth and deception
Pain and Reflection
Denial and Introspection
And a driving desire to just say the words…

THANK YOU......

I have to write this post purely to say thank you soooooooooooooooooooooooo much to everyone who came to celebrate my birthday weekend. The last 72 hours of my life were absolutely amazing (minus leaving my coat at karaoke and losing my keys)! I had a blast, i had a fantastic time and I felt sooooo loved. All of you are so wonderful and I feel blessed to have you in my life. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU. Words cannnot express...

First there were 20 and now there are 4

Nat and Miss Bridge arrive on a sketchy street in midtown. After asking numerous people where to go we arrive in front of a glass door with no friends in sight. A lesbian approaches Nat asking her to come do karaoke in the bar next door. She politely declines. Chicken Noodle's on the phone looking for a liquor store. He finds it, so we go ahead in. Nat says no to the elevator so we take the stairs...it all looks like a joke. There cant be a karaoke spot here. We get to the top of the stairs friendly asian lady says "Leigh party...come in, come in." We show ID and are escorted to her room, which is packed something serious. After about 20 people come and go over the course of a few hours, we finally get a bigger room. Me and Miss M&W are chowing on the wings...everybody gets on our level later. Beyonce B'Day is crunk singing "Crazy In Love," Mariah Carey cuts and anything slow. She thinks she's Mary J and Whitney and Jay-Z's girl, but its all comedy. Mercer tells us "The downfall of all men...whiskey and ass." Little did we know.the night would prove him to be true. After Jaime taking over Chaka, Chicken Noodle playing Nawlin's MC with Nat sayin "we rollin witchu," Kimmie and Nat da bad job as backup and Miss Bridge giving her rendition of "Kiss," the majority of the room was packed up, dressed in their coats and saying goodbyes...two hours before they actually left. There are four...we finish the hell of out "Lovers and Friends" put on in honor of the situation. ha, ha...we go to pay the bill and all bounce together...very quickly and swiftly the party heads to another spot unbeknownst to us...the Fantastic Four are left in the street wondering..."where'd everybody go?" As Merce says....why werent invited just because the Fantastic Four wasnt hitting in theatres doesnt mean that they cant go to extended viewing. "we were across the street"
missbridge, queen, kimmie and nat aka The Fantastic Four

That's The Way I Feel AboutYou

I want and need when I'm without you. My heart mourns and bleeds when I'm without you.
Worlds apart, I think and dream about you. Craving that touch that I miss so much.
Having visions of your lips. That evil grin that tickles your chin when you're kinky thinking and the hint of sparkle in your eye when you're winking.
You're so good at being bad, and I'm glad I have enough sweet meat for you to eat when you're hungry for a satisfying meal.
The smallest taste makes your heart race, your body shivers, and with every quiver I feel your blood rush.
GUSH.
Intensity explodes from within you, fulfilling destiny it swallows you whole.
Suck, lick, kiss...silently thanking the heavens for my angel. Tightly wrapped in the rose of pink bliss.
As I am still growing, knowing you can't get enough of it, the feeling overwhelms you.
Fall into a coma, dream my aroma.
Your eyes slide to the back of your head, then close.
I've been deeply rooted in every desired hole.
Your mind froze and couldn't remember when it hurt so good...not to feel me, but for me to fill you...
up, down, in, out, all around...breathing you in I'm deaf to all sound. Just our hearts beating in a syncapated rhythm.
No moans or squeaky springs, no dirty talk or screams.
No crackling flames, just two matching souls.
Grounded and surrounded by love, showered and empowered by love.
Whatever is mine, shall forever be yours.
This our wedding night we make love with the waves on the ocean shore.
Crashing against the sand, naturally being woman and man.
The sunshine in your smile makes my days so bright.
You test your leg span, as you spread to receive me in full. We push and pull, toss and turn becoming one.
That night we create the seed that grows to seal every true marriage's fate.
In 9 months you'll have your third chance at being great.
The first, was being born. The second, being my wife. Lastly being a mother giving and receiving life.
You are my trophy, my badge of honor. A prize made especially for me.
I love you the way God loves His church.
My arms await you...sleep with me.

AWWWW COME ON

So our main man...Jim Jones is saying (and i quote) ""...dude just basically copied my Ballin video and did a more expensive version! I guess they say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery!" Please go check it out...the major difference is that Jimmy has friends (Dip Set). Jay's do-lo.

http://www.vibe.com/music/video/2006/09/01/jim_jones_we_fly_high_reppin_time/index.html?url=http%3A%2F%2Fboss.streamos.com%2Fwmedia%2Fkochent%2Fjimjones%2Fweflyhi512k.wvx

Spelhouse HC!!!

http://www.jarpreview.com/homecoming06/index.htm

Can you spot me??

shake...shake...shake ya money maker!!!

I love that song.


Love,
Drunk Girl

Drunk Girl

Can't Fight the Feeling

I'm intrigued by your innocence, yet so in-depth.
Its all so enticing even though you haven't mastered the art.
Funny how we're so close, and not even near each other.
Funny, but we're not even laughing. =)
There's just this look that's intense, your craving feels immense.
Your body stained, and engraved on my finger prints.
Even if you were wearing shades with double-darkened tints, I'd see you.
A passion in your eyes so thirsty to be quenched.
I can't move. Momentarily thinking of what I have to prove.
'Nothing' I conclude, we're just growing and flowing with the mood.
Floating in pitter-patter motions, as we chitter-chatter notions of lust.
Your body tightens with penetration, do you not trust?
Trust me enough to grace my face with what lies beneath?
A pleasure felt much better when its wetter, I grit my teeth.
You remember back and forth? You remember up and down?
Forget our needless questions, let's lose ourselves right here, right now.
As moisture starts to fall, begging for it all.
Too deep for you to scream it takes your breath away,
no space between your walls.
Everything around me stops to pause. As we revel at your beauty,
waiting for the call.
"Arrive," my love. "Arise," my queen, "your throne awaits!"
Bending and twisting shapes, until we fit like 7 clever plates.
We were the pieces to the puzzle in the first place.

for all u hov heads...

PICS ON THE WAY

someone has to do a re-hash of Sat. i vote you Drea. Nia's sending pics my way later tonight. we gotta add her to team-ballin, too and think of a name 4 her.

First NO, now NY

Soooooooo, Chike you had your turn, now its my turn...NY over ATL...
where the hell is Jamal Anderson when you need him? No QB rushing
for over 100 yds, no Alge Krumpler highlights, no DeAngelo Hall running
interceptions back for touchdowns, HAHAHA. Once again the mystique,
the stifling defense, and fast paced offense Atlanta's been known for looked
less than average to "Big Blue" lol. Manning fades back in the pocket, let's
it fly.... TOUCHDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWN to Burress. =) lol
So whenever you Atl'iens are ready, I got my shield up...start throwing some
hate.

ATTENTION BALLERS

Movie night tomorrow (sat) when Chicken Noodle and Coodie get in. cant wait.
let's do drinks or bowling afterwards.

My ears could not be ringing louder

(this post is on behalf of Drunk Girl)

1) I opened my eyes at 9:30am…

2) I had to get off the train at 96 street cause I wasn't sure I was going to make it…. If ya know what I mean

3) Random Moet boy called me 5 times last night after I left Stereo…why did I give him my real number?

4) I may have drank a whole bottle of Moet…. (I'm still drunk!) - noticed that as I tried to type this.

5) I HATE T.I. ….but I LOVE Stereo :)

Ballin,

Drunk Girl

CAN WE BALL YET?

Chicken Noodle I hear u arent arriving til tomorrow :(
u gotta let me know how to post the songs...
what a fun night last night...to all i spent time with.

More Jay-Z

http://www.zshare.net/audio/jayz_-_kingdom_come-mp3.html

Doooope

CRAZY

http://motionographer.com/media/idol.mov

Get Yo Dollars Out

http://www.mediamax.com/cozah1/Hosted/07%20whrrrrr%20the%20cash.m4a

Going To Be a Good Year for Black Actors

And it don't stop...the evidence!

IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME...I SHOULDN'T 'VE LEFT U

Sup peeps...so you know your girl is slow with the techno. so no pics just yet from Bermuda. on the way to see Departed. let u know what's good later. Drea your story is comedy. so NY you're right. one question: why didnt anyone call Miss Bridge...shady, shady.
Cant wait for Mr Hollywood to return on Friday. it's gonna be ballin time forreal this weekend. Peace!

UHuuM

for all my "Dirty Birds"

the o-rig-in-a-tor...

i aint jazzo OR JD but ya'll who KNOW, know what it is...

NEW JAYZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

http://cache.idolator.com/assets/resources/mp3/jayz_showme.mp3

i love him.

Light change......

I was SPEEEEEDIIIIIN and now BLOGGGIIIIIN has landed biotches....

And it don't stop....

Midway in to a pretty painful night of partying with people I didn't know for my former roommates 21st birthday (she skipped 2 grades) I was sitting at Lattitude putting on my lip gloss when I felt someone staring at me from the corner of my eye. I glanced over quickly and thought (he looks like Big Bub) and then returned to beautifying myself. 30 seconds later the familiar face wondered up to me and low and behold, that IS Big Bub. Thank GOD!!!!! I've been saved. Big Bub and Will (cute puerto rican mutual friend of the tv boys) took a pretty mediocre night and picked it up 10 notches. Next thing I know Will thinks he's Justin Timberlake, you know I think I'm Beyonce, and Big Bub lookin like Michael Jackson and we're cutting a rug all over the second floor of Lattitude (dammit if these people don't stop poking us with those pool sticks!) Two hours later...it's time to bounce to Stereo. Change Clothes is back in NY and we're celebrating with a night on the town. I tried my best to peer pressure Big Bub in to going but he's not having it. The phone vibrates, its Drunk Girl, there's a private event at Stereo, heading to BLVD. Yuck, I hate BLVD, seriously hate it. Big Bub is putting the let's split a cab home pressure on me and I'm about to succomb when in walks favorite white boy in the world, Mr. Beantown himself.

"Come on Leigh, let's go to Plumm...."
"I don't wanna..."

The phone rings, its Drunk Girl, "OH MY GOD YOU HAVE TO COME OUT, YOU'RE SOOOO LAME, THAT'S SO WACK..." (she's yelling)

"Alright favorite, I'll go to Plumm...but you have to come with me to meet them at Blvd."

A quick cab ride later, My fav, Will and his really cool homie are at Plumm. Inside, it is whiiiiiiiiite. Not mixed, straight up white. But the DJ is snappin...like seriously who is this dj, I keep trying to sit down and he won't let me. Two vodka redbulls later, we're all having a great time, my fav found his homeboy with a table, and Dana Dane is performing (so random I know). Drunk Girl said BLVD is wack, so they're on the way. What seemed like hours later, but was really only 30 minutes, Drunk Girl, Baby Girl and Change Clothes show up with TI and his hype man. Soooo great. Now we're all having a blast, cause the music is just soooo goood. But alas, the reality is we are in a very white party, so the rock n roll cuts start, and now we know its time to roll.

Check the clock, it's 2:30...I'm beat, let's go home. Tip says, let's go to Stereo. Are you serious, you guys it's 2;30 lets call it. Outside we split in to cabs based on who lives where, but the next thing I know I'm outside of Stereo. Oh boy here we go.

Tip and Hype man have some beef at the door. We're standing outside for about 15 minutes. Ok that's it, i'm outta here, i'm just not that pressed. But we keep standing as we have a mini college reunion when three homeboys from school walk up. Were standing in line, and things are not looking good, almost got in because Change Clothes was workin it, but then suddenly Tip pulls the gay white man real close to his ear, says something real slick, and the next thing I know, we're all in, all comped. Hey, whatever, I'll take it.

Inside I think I'm in a scene from Entourage. I don't know if it was just me, but it was like people were hanging from the ceilings. It is POPPIN in here. Seems like everyone has a table, and everyone is offering us drinks. We make it to the dance floor, just in time to catch what, "BALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNN," and as we are getting in to the anthem see a lil fat man roll up on to the tiny stage at the back of Stereo.

OH SHIT. Is that CEE-LO?

Yea it is. And now we're going craaaaaaaaaaaaaazzzzzzzzzzyy! Cee-lo is performing in Stereo. Why? I dunno, but the shit was great. Who knew?

We're all drunk, dancing, flirting, gosh I love new york. Finally they start mopping the floors around our feet. I think it's time to call it guys.

Drunk girl says : I want Macaroni and Cheese

I think I'm living groundhog nights.

Get to the Cafeteria, dap up the weekend bouncers. Roll through, have mac and cheese. Some odd minutes later, I'm back asleep in my cozy bed in Harlem ;)

BALLLLLLLIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNN!

FIELD TRIP

GO COP IT NOW!!!

Ok I know I am making weekly posts urging you to listen to what I am feelin', but this is so sincere. :) Please pick up Robin Thicke's Evolution of Robin Thicke...the original soulful white boy. This album puts Justin to shame...although I cant hate on FutureSex/Love Sounds.
This joint is crazy though. I gotta figure out how to put songs on the page.

For all the Lovely Ladies of TEAM-BALLIN

Leigh you snapped w/ this one, the site has been stamped with a seal of authenticity...lol

OUR FUTURES ARE BRIGHT (lets be prepared)

http://www.luxuryculture.com