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ThaFamousNobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06935036620077839431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575324557633251542.post-64802557193269350542011-03-31T05:53:00.001-07:002011-04-01T09:25:56.765-07:00The Fall of Superman<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">Sometimes I need a break, a break from my routine life. I get tired of being this super human person. Sometimes I need a break from being the shoulder everyone leans on. At times I need a shoulder to lean on but I have to suck up how I feel about any and everything because I fear that if someone catches wind that I actually don’t have it all figured out, I’d appear weak. I’m not weak, I just need a break. Not a long break, just a break that lasts forever. At times I feel like superman, cape and all. I have gotten so used to not opening up and talking to people that I fear that I might have forgotten how to let someone be there for me but that's all I really want. Someone to be there for, me. It seems as if everyone has a hidden agenda these days. Like no one is as dependable as you need them to be. Feels like everything I say is written down and saved to be used against me and you can’t really enjoy the company of another person when you feel like that. I want to let my guard down though, I miss how much I use to smile before I had to be strong for everyone. I am sorry. I have to start living for me now. </span><o:p></o:p></p>ThaFamousNobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06935036620077839431noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575324557633251542.post-27522471315376319472011-03-10T08:39:00.000-08:002011-03-10T08:40:22.531-08:00When it all falls down..The thing is you know you should have been walked away. You ignored the signs and got comfortable. Every time you got that gut feeling to walk away you ignored it thinking this time would be different from the last. You fed into the lies, the countless nights you lay in bed alone wondering why you are alone; you wake up wishing it was all a dream. You hung on to the good days as you cried wondering how someone could not love you as much as you loved them. The time passed so fast, 1 week turned to 2 months which turned into years. Now you feel you have come too far to start all over with someone else. You have invested too much time, too many tears, too much money to just walk away. When you close your eyes you see you and this person together, happy, smiling, and in love. You did all that you could to make this work. If you walk away now, what would that say about you? You love this person, are you giving up too soon? How soon is too soon? Is it worth starting all over? Will you be alone? Question is why do you feel alone while you’re with someone? Question is, how many excuses have you made for this person? You could see other people but then you a just get mad at yourself and the other person like, why can’t you give me the kind of attention this new person is giving me. You know me better this stranger and yet you treat what we have like it’s nothing. You treat me like I’m nothing. You know about my ex’s and why it didn’t work with them and yet you turned around and did the same thing. But.. Who can you be mad at? You can’t be mad at the person you dealing with because you could have been walked away. You could have been ended all the madness, all the uncertainty, all the questions, all of the let downs, and all of the bullshit. But, you didn’t. So you can only be mad at yourself when it all falls down. This person has been the same since you met them. You just built this person up in your head to be everything you ever wanted in a lover and as the time passed; you realize that it’s all false. That you set yourself up to be let down. -DizzyThaFamousNobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06935036620077839431noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575324557633251542.post-25350018593357760122011-03-07T07:06:00.000-08:002011-03-07T07:07:21.784-08:00How long can you actually "talk" to someone?After talking to a few females, they all disagree with me but I know why they’re disagreeing with me. How long can you “talk” to someone? Realistically, how long can you just “talk” to someone before you realize that you two are just fuck buddies who can’t let go or move forward? In my opinion after three months of talking to someone with no title or word on what’s going on, you two are just fuck buddies. I just don’t believe that two adults can just be casually spending time together and fucking for a long period of time. Fool, this isn’t college. When will one of you decide to be together and make a future? The woman is the one who usually plays backseat in this situation waiting on the guy. At what point does somebody stop and say this has to change? I believe people get comfortable. <br />Too many people getting their emotions wrapped up in casual sex friends and become hurt if it doesn’t have the cliché Disney happy ending. You can’t date someone forever. It’s like counting months. Your baby can’t be 234 months old. At one point it has to stop. Why do we date? To get to know someone, enjoy ones company and feel them out; right? If that’s so, if it takes you more than 6 months to feel someone out and make a decision on if you want to be with them you might want to hang it up. That person isn’t for you. If it takes someone longer than 6 months to commit then that’s also a problem. These days though, you don’t even have to commit. <br />You can get whatever you want from a casual friend if you’re a guy such as sex, gifts, company, etc. So, is it a point in getting a title? What can you do differently if we add this title? You already give me the world without me saying I’m yours. You giving me your all while I’m still on the market. You are giving me the world while I’m still community property! Ladies you need to stop being dumb in the name of love and faith. Having faith that even though you do any and everything for someone who isn’t yours that they’ll come around and will be yours. The shit doesn’t always have a perfect ending if ever and when you do that you come out the victim with yourself to blame. But can someone tell me, how long can you just “talk” to someone or “date”. Be realistic with me now. -DizzyThaFamousNobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06935036620077839431noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575324557633251542.post-16731430005871136902011-03-02T07:53:00.000-08:002011-03-02T07:54:58.691-08:00Women are crazy. Yeah. I said it.To every female who think a man is just supposed to know how to please you and how to make you happy… Die. That’s just dumb to me. I have realized that women really do expect men to read minds and just know everything. How are we supposed to just know these things? How to please you in bed, how you feel, what you want to eat, if you really meant not to get you anything for your birthday, etc. That’s just funny. I’m really convinced that some of you are crazy! I don’t even know where to go with this post. I just think it’s crazy. <br /><br />Men we are just fucked. We can’t say we don’t like anything. We have to like everything because if we don’t its trouble. Disagree? Tell a woman you have been dealing with for more than a couple months or so that you want her to suck your dick differently. She will first take it personally. Then she will wonder why you all of a sudden want it better so now you cheating. It will fuck with her confidence because all women think they’re perfect right out the box. <-- That is true; no woman will admit it though. Tell a woman you don’t like something she cooked. That’s beef! “Oh, so you don’t like my cooking now???” It could be that she added too much of something or didn’t add enough of something. She will take it to the extreme and probably won’t cook for you for a couple weeks. I know because I’ve had it happen to me, TWICE! <br />So women want men to read minds and men can’t tell the truth about anything pertaining to a woman and her performances. It’s kind of funny because we always wonder why shit don’t work out when we date but have yet to realize that the problem is right in our face. YOU! -DizzyThaFamousNobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06935036620077839431noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575324557633251542.post-51237044880856360002011-03-02T07:00:00.000-08:002011-03-02T07:01:32.808-08:00ExpectationsI don’t like how black men put so much pressure on black women nor do I like all the expectations black women have for black men. Nothing is keeping relationships from working other than both black men and women knowing what it is to be committed. Knowing what it is to actually love themselves as well as someone else unconditionally. The Game came on last night and Melanie wanted to spice up the marriage by having a threesome. After the show went off you could tell that some women felt some kind of way about that. Ladies you not knowing how to keep or not being able to keep a man around has absolutely nothing to with threesomes. Most men fantasize about a threesome but men know the difference between fantasy and real life. Trust, no man would leave a good woman because she don’t want to have a threesome. <br />First, the shit was just a t.v. show. Stop reading into it too much. Women like finding anything to fill in gaps with their love life or the lack thereof. A woman with an idle mind and a lot of questions will probably be the reason the world ends. True indeed what you don’t do or not willing to do another woman will but that’s refers to head, anal, sex in public places, etc. <br />Both sexes tend to hold the other to high ass expectations. We expect more from our lover then we expect from ourselves which is not fair. We both have this made up person in our head that is in fact perfect and compare people we date to this person. A perfect person does not exist and if they did what makes you think they would want your ass? With doing this we fuck up a lot of good things by always thinking that something better is out there. We might take these movie and t.v. relationships a little too serious. Nothing stays perfect forever; you will have problems out of any and everything. You just have to learn how to fix problems. Once we both get it in our head that nothing is perfect and you might actually have to fight for love and to keep a relationship healthy it will always fail. -DizzyThaFamousNobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06935036620077839431noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575324557633251542.post-65800478836875064952011-02-16T12:29:00.000-08:002011-02-16T12:30:11.202-08:00To be honest or not to be honest.. That is the questionA lot of people use the line “I’m not looking for anything serious.” But what I have found out that 7 times out of 10 they are looking for something serious, what their looking for just isn’t in you. I honestly think no one wants to be the person to say “yeah I’m looking to fall in love by spring. I want something serious!” You run the risk of running the person away and appearing to be desperate, thirsty and crazy. There really isn’t a win with this. You have to stay cool even if you develop feelings. No one is really honest about what they want until it’s too late. I have heard “I’m not looking for anything serious” then the same girl turned around and said “I love you” a couple weeks later. Fail. Boom! In the game where EVERYONE wants EVERYONE to be honest, NO ONE is completely honest. Pride, past pains, and uncertainty makes that honest shit hard to do. So what is the answer? There isn’t one. Just know when you’re not 100 from jump, you can’t be mad at the other party when you don’t see eye to eye.ThaFamousNobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06935036620077839431noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575324557633251542.post-10432475730236559402011-02-16T07:49:00.000-08:002011-02-16T07:50:45.300-08:00"Im busy, Dizzy"...I have a reoccurring problem. Every female I meet within hours of talking hit me with the “I’m a busy woman” line. This is not a problem. By all means handle your business baby girl. But if you’re using the busy line as a code for something else then you’re failing. If you’ve been hurt and trying to pace how close we get or how much I learn about you then say that from the start. If you talking to and or fucking someone else then let me know so I won’t look like a dumb ass trying to link up with you. I’m sending you sweet text messages for no reason as you getting piped down by some other guy. If you just not interested then just say that. I’m no stranger to rejection so I won’t be mad if you be upfront. I will however be upset if you waste my time and or I look like a dumb ass at the end of it. <br /><br />What happens is, down the line I get use to you being busy. I get use to not spending time with you and you brushing me off. So if one day you just so happen to get lonely enough to hang out with me and we end up hitting it off and have sex I’m a still treat you like you’re busy. I will not start sending text messages more frequently; I will not try and court you again. I know my dick is good but I know it isn’t that damn good it clear schedules. Or maybe it is. (Insert cheese grin here!) Either way, you will think I’m on some other shit and you will tell your friends how much of a dog you think I am because all I wanted to do was have sex. Wrong. <br /><br />If you busy, then be busy. If you’re cautious or dealing with someone else just say that therefor we can have a crystal clear understanding from jump. I know how to better deal with you with a clear understanding. We all know people make time for what they want to especially sex or love. You hitting me with that line makes me think you think I’m some dumb, thirsty ass dude with no clue how the game goes. Do NOT use the busy line as a form of hard to get, it will backfire most of the time. You started off by playing games but get mad and tell me you need a man who is mature and not on games. Now if that isn’t ass backwards. But I will end this post here before I seem like I’m angry. I’m not. It’s just annoying. -EThaFamousNobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06935036620077839431noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575324557633251542.post-65567982267188162372011-02-16T06:22:00.000-08:002011-02-16T06:23:38.564-08:00You have been put in... THE FRIEND ZONE!!You did everything right this time. You waited to have sex. You let your guard down and opened up to this person and they did the same. You went on several dates before you actually seen one another house. In the couple weeks that you two have been kicking it, neither one of you crossed the line. It’s been the best experience you have had in a long ass time. One day you go to the person and tell them how you feel. How you really like them and hope that what you guys have can escalate to something more, something special, something serious. As soon as you let your guard all the way down and as soon as the butterflies in your stomach became a familiar feeling when around this person... BOOM! They put you in the friend zone. Tell you that you are more like a brother or sister to them and they wouldn’t want to mess up a good friendship. Instantly the butterflies in your stomach drop to the bottom like stones into an ocean. It wouldn’t have been so bad if you weren’t so into this person. It wouldn’t be half bad if you didn’t sit and daydream about future days spent together. Now you’re mad as hell but have to remain cool as if you completely understand where they coming from but.. you don’t. <br /><br /> The thoughts that run through your mind instantly after are almost crippling. Did I try to hard? Did I not try hard enough? Am I ugly? What did I do wrong? What makes it even worse is a couple weeks later this person hits you up telling you about trouble their having with someone new. As if you care to hear about that shit. In your mind you thinking “if you were with me you wouldn’t even have to deal with this shit, dummy!” But what can you do? You don’t even know where you went wrong to correct it in the future and if it has happened to you once, then it has happened to you twice. As the years go by it becomes a familiar feeling and as sad as it may seem you get use to it. You get use to everyone wanting to be best friends with you. You grow accustomed to having the feeling that you’re not good enough. Fuck respecting me! You don’t want to mess up a good friendship? Fuck this friendship! I’ll be your enemy if that’s what it takes to get closer to you. Who invented this friend zone shit? Who was the first person put in the friend zone? How did they react to this shit? Did it eat away at their confidence and self-esteem after a while? I’m not losing my cool but hell, how cool can you be sitting in the friend zone with the dunce cap on? If you ever been put in the friend zone, drop a comment. -EThaFamousNobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06935036620077839431noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575324557633251542.post-21387350531189928212011-02-11T12:32:00.000-08:002011-02-11T12:33:09.418-08:00Sometimes Love Ain't Enough.Love isn’t enough to keep a person around. This is a PSA for the world. Just because you love me unconditionally does NOT mean that I should stick around and deal with.. Well.. You. If I have to TRY and make something work then I might wake up and forget to try and we fail. My ideals towards relationships are twisted, yes I know. If you know you got a few pounds on you that you can get off, then get it off. If you refuse to then don’t get mad when I look at the slim thang with the booty sticking out when she walk by. Love does not make you look better and love does not make me ignore the petty attitude you tend to have. This kind of attitude might be why I haven’t been in a relationship in 4 years but oh well. I like things that look nice, people included. If you don’t like working out to get YOU to look better and be healthy then why would I believe you will put in extra work into making me happy from time to time? I mean, I’m willing to do it and stay eye candy for you throughout the relationship.<br />Some people have to stop thinking that just because you work hard and have certain things people are supposed to want to be with you. I hear females complain all the time “I got my own house, car, job and I’m about my business. Why can’t these men act right?” Nowhere in that did you say “I’m a great lover and a great friend.” A lot of women of my generation accomplish so much but forget how to be a woman with a man. It’s great that you are powerful alone but how useful are you on a team, on my team? So worried about everything except how to make us work but complain so much that we don’t work. It’s not all women; it’s some good ones out there. I’ve ran across a few. Hello to y’all. Before you decide to go gay because men aren’t acting right, turn around and look at yourself. Figure out if you are doing everything you can to be the best woman for a man. Meaning, be his lover, his friend, and his rock. Don’t be just someone he can have great sex with. Be a best friend. Know your man. KNOW HIM inside and out. I know this post is all over the place but it’s a much needed post. Stop thinking being about business and your looks is the end all be all. Know how to be a woman with a man before you say there aren’t any real men out there. Peace.ThaFamousNobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06935036620077839431noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575324557633251542.post-78733443425994740512011-02-11T06:15:00.001-08:002011-02-11T06:15:54.077-08:00Social Net-working?I honestly think I’m burned out by social networks. For something that keeps the world connected I honestly feel like it is separating us and making most of us forget how to be personable with one another. Our generation has this weird obsession to voice everything we feel via blog and status updates. Like you are that important that you have to tell the world “I’m in a shitty mood right now!” Who in the fuck cares? Are you really that lonely that you couldn’t keep that to yourself? I feel as if most people just want to be heard or seen. Spent their whole life wanting to be heard and now they can finally talk and someone can see it. <br /><br />I also don’t like how people rely on the internet to keep up communication. People spend over $300 for a phone but only use it as a social network checker, texting device and a GPS. Try calling somebody in your phone and I bet 7 times out of 10 they will ignore the call and text you. No one likes talking on the phone anymore BUT they will call your ass on skype in a heartbeat. People don’t even know how to flirt or start conversations anymore because of this. If someone likes you, they won’t tell you when they see you but they will poke the fuck out of you on facebook and confess their love via twitter DM or facebook. <br /><br />Are social networks really working in reverse? Instead of keeping us connected I feel its breaking up real friendships and relationships and allowing us to hide behind profile pictures and 140 character text conversations. It has gotten to the point that it is not used for social networking because if someone sends you a link to anything you report them as spam. People build these fake personalities when they get behind a keyboard. They develop this internet confidence and get a high off how many RT’s they can get or how many likes they can get on a status and or picture. I know a lot of low confidence women who seem like divas on these social networks. I know lame ass guys who get on twitter, become an asshole and all of a sudden are cool. I don’t see it getting better, only worse. These are just my thoughts though. Peace.ThaFamousNobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06935036620077839431noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575324557633251542.post-37529841972920947382011-02-09T06:26:00.000-08:002011-02-09T06:36:03.649-08:00Message To The Angry Black PeopleDear angry black person. I find it that its people like you that keep our race from moving forward. Black people still complain about slavery and want to be treated special but want to also be treated equal. Certain people complain all the time on how we as black people are perceived in the media and I for one don’t understand how. Black people never know how stupid they look doing something until a white person do it to make fun of them. For example, we get mad when we see a commercial of a white person wearing big dumb ass baggy clothes with du rags on (with the flap out word to @Dormtainment), big dumb ass chains and platinum teeth. If we don’t like the way the media portray us then maybe we should stop acting like that. Just a thought. Stop saying ignorant shit like “it’s a part of our culture.” Why that got to be a part of our culture?<br /><br />Black women, if you hate that the media portray you as loud, angry, bitter and money hungry then maybe most of you should stop being loud, angry, bitter, and money hungry. We have to stop thinking the media sets the tone for how we act and maybe they are just showing us what they see. Black women always feel objectified by the videos with the half-naked women in them. I think because they think black rap artists are the only one who has sexy women in their videos. Country artists do it as well. They have like 100 blond women in bikinis jumping in pools and showing boobs.<br />How did we get mad at John Singleton for Boys in The Hood and Menace to Society? Its black people who really live like that and that movie connected with them and told their story. If something doesn’t connect to you it doesn’t mean it’s wrong or objectifying us as a whole. We have to do better as a whole and stop playing victim. We still are asking for 40 acres and a mule. The fuck would most of you do with a mule let alone 40 acres? Nothing at all. Stop feeling like the world owes us something because they not giving us shit if you haven’t noticed. But if some of you want to continue to play victim and seem weak amongst the other races then that’s fine, just do that crying and shit on your own time. Thanks.ThaFamousNobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06935036620077839431noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575324557633251542.post-7045641187489126092011-02-03T06:45:00.000-08:002011-02-03T07:10:25.957-08:00Letter to the side chickHey, how you doing? I take it you have been talking to this guy for a couple months. You guys go on dates and everything is looking up, right? Right. So you have met the family and you feel slightly important. He even lets you keep a toothbrush over at the house and a couple of outfits! YAY! Well if its that deep, why hasn't he made you the girl friend? Why hasn't he made it official? I'm sure you 100% with being a couple. You want to change your facebook statuses and what not because you know a relationship isn't real until it's posted on the net, right? Riiight. So really, what's the hold up? Let me guess, you have no idea and every time you bring it up to him he changes the subject. This might come as a surprise but you're the side chick.<br /><br />I don't know a guy that waits forever to make a girl his girl, unless he just a whore. Either he likes you or he doesn't. It's not rocket science. Unless he had a girlfriend for years before you and she cheated on him then killed his dog, broke his playstation 3, and slapped his mom he will not be that hurt that he can't commit. Even though you running around and telling people you in a relationship, you're not. Even though you frown your face up at girls being the side chick, you are a side chick until given the title. Stop being scared. Demand something or part ways. Better that then "talking" to someone for a couple months only to find out you two aren't going to be a couple. I personally think once you over the age of 21, saying I'm "talking" to someone already lets me know ain't shit popping off. Either we together or we not. Think about that, especially if you been talking to someone for longer then a couple weeks.ThaFamousNobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06935036620077839431noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575324557633251542.post-5495103928924952982011-01-26T14:30:00.000-08:002011-01-26T15:58:37.447-08:00Sex.. Great for your health?I made a comment on twitter (follow me right now, @thafamousnobody) a few weeks back about people basically killing themselves being celibate for so long and people went crazy. Mostly women who already mad they can't get good sex on a daily sent me crazy replies. A lot of other women hit me with that classic line "your a man and you a think of anything to get sex." I decided to do some research and provide actual facts on it.<br /><br /> Sex Relieves Stress & Eases Depression- The health benefits of having sex to relieve stress and to ease depression have been proven. For men, their release calms them and sends happy chemicals to their brain. For women, absorbing semen works as a natural antidepressant and helps get rid of stress.<br /><br /> Relieving pain- An orgasm releases natural chemicals like endorphins in the body, both before and during climax. These endorphins have a similar chemical structure to morphine.<br /><br /> Weight Loss & Boosting Cardiovascular Health- Sex can burn off as much as 700 calories while less vigorous love making burns at least 200 calories. Sex also lowers blood pressure, boosting cardio health, and reduces his risk of heart attack. Lovemaking improves strength, flexibility, and muscle tone.<br /><br /> Organic Orgasm = 10 All Natural “Medicine Cabinet Cures -Get busy getting frisky since the big O is the all-natural medicine cabinet. If you have a headache, then bonk your way to temporary headache relief. Forget Tylenol, having a headache is an excuse to have sex right away to cure you. It’s practically the cure for the common cold. Having sex stimulates those wonderful pleasure endorphins as well as antibodies to protect you from getting the flu or a cold. Once-a-week sex produces 30% higher levels of immunoglobulin A, boosting the immune system and fighting off disease. Sex can relieve a stuffy nose; it’s is a natural antihistamine. It can even help combat hay fever and asthma. After frolicking under the sheets, your hormone prolactin surges and fires new neurons in the brain’s olfactory bulb. This means after doing the horizontal hustle, you have a heightened sense of smell. In fact, after sex all your sensitivities are heightened, including activating your taste buds. Sex can also help protect those pearly whites, so you have better teeth. And it doesn’t get much more all-natural in ingredients than the minerals in semen, such as zinc and calcium, that have been proven to slow tooth decay. Selenium, an ingredient found in semen, might also serve in protection against cancer.<br /><br /> Sex Reduces Prostate Cancer Risk-Men in their 20s can cut their chance of getting prostate cancer by 1/3 by ejaculating more than five times a week. But older men also benefit from frequent sex, as 21 or more orgasms a month are linked to a much lower prostate cancer risk. The more he climaxes, the less likely he is to develop prostate cancer.<br /><br /> Cuts Risk Of Breast Cancer & Gives Better Bladder Control- Sex can help reduce the risk of breast cancer for women who have never given birth. A study showed that if a female increases the frequency of sex, she decreases the risks of breast cancer. Sex strengthens the pelvic floor muscles that control the flow of urine. Kegel exercises occur naturally during sex, giving women better bladder control.<br /><br /> Sex Boosts Confidence- When things are great in bed, your confidence will increase. Sex therapist Sandor Gardos says, “When things go well in bed, you feel more confident and powerful in other parts of your life.”<br /><br /> Sex Boosts Energy & Helps You Sleep Better- For women, the testosterone absorbed from semen can boost her energy. For men, the more sex he has, the more testosterone he produces which is the driving factor responsible for his sexual desire. Both parties get an energy boost from sex. However, sex also helps you sleep better. The oxytocin released during big O also promotes sleep. Insomniacs, regular romps are the all-natural and most assuredly the best way to help you catch that needed shuteye.<br /><br />With all that said, the next time you think sex is just something to do, consider the health facts. It's meant for us to have great sex! Its meant for us to make out! Stop thinking so hard and bust a nut. It a literally kill you faster holding out.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">facts from http://webecoist.com/ & http://health.msn.com/</span>ThaFamousNobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06935036620077839431noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575324557633251542.post-50865490182385424002011-01-26T13:48:00.000-08:002011-01-26T14:28:55.033-08:00Is sex really a bad base for a relationship?I've ran into a lot of females who think that sex would be a horrible base to build a relationship around. I disagree. Some might say you should base a relationship on trust and or communication. I can see where they are coming from but in my opinion why does it matter as long as its a strong base? You can talk to someone for months without sex (communication) but then have sex and can no longer be interested in them. You can trust someone all you want but not be physically attracted to them.<br /><br /> I know a few women who have guys they can go to and trust and also have great conversations time and time but would never date them. That natural feeling you get called being horny is undeniable so why you can't you build a relationship off of something you feel naturally? What's so wrong with that? Nothing is wrong with that, that question is rhetorical. <br /><br /> Now in no way am I saying that you should just purposely go out and sleep with someone then try to build something around it. I'm simply saying don't be appalled at a relationship forming around being sexually attracted to someone. You have to start somewhere right? In my head I think people think too hard about it, just let it be. If you make a base just make sure the base is strong enough to withstand anything so if you gone base it around sex you better be porn star status when them lights go off. If you want to build a relationship on trust and communication that's great too, just don't object a relationship because you were sexually attracted to the person from jump.ThaFamousNobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06935036620077839431noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575324557633251542.post-77538717292361600312011-01-24T17:59:00.000-08:002011-01-24T18:01:16.361-08:00Beautiful black woman... Grow some ballsAfrican American women have to grow some balls. They seem to only speak exactly how they feel once everything is over. They allow themselves to be second or third to a man. They allow themselves to be just the fuck buddy or just the home girl, never demanding anything more. Step back ladies and ask yourself, what the fuck am I doing here. Look at the guy you dealing with and ask “what the fuck are we doing here?” A lot of women are scared to ask this question because they don’t want to scare the guy off but fuck that. It is better he leave now because he scared then to drag it out any further. Once you are an adult you have to handle every situation like an adult including relationships.<br /><br />I want women to stop thinking that God will bring them a good man just cause. I know women that are 50+ and have no one. How do you explain that theory to them? God plays favoritism? You simply can’t play hard to get, have a list of preposterous requirements, listen to your single girl friends telling you “girl fuck men, we got each other”, and then say God is going to bring you someone at the end of the day. I don’t think it works like that.<br /><br />Some African American women believe that a guy has to be perfect for them right off the back. He shouldn't need any molding, training, guidance, or anything and if he does then they ready to be on to the next. Well got damn, really? Let me ask you something, how long have these methods worked? Can’t be 21+ still believing the same shit you believed at 15 or 16. Something has to change. The common denominator in every failed relationship you have been in is, you.<br /><br />I think a lot of women want the love they see in the movies but that shit is fake and written by someone. I think a lot of women look at movies and believe it is suppose to happen exactly like that or it’s not real. Sometimes it takes sacrifice and change and unless you are willing to change and make sacrifices then you are playing to lose. Stop allowing men to do whatever whenever. Make these cowards man the fuck up. If you don’t then you can’t cry when they don’t.ThaFamousNobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06935036620077839431noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575324557633251542.post-30840489230025666802011-01-24T17:55:00.000-08:002011-01-24T17:57:20.633-08:00Women and LoveI know a lot of women and all of them have the same problem, MEN. Women love ass holes and hoes. Well most of them anyway. Women seem to be so intrigued by guys who don't give a shit about them and even more intrigued by guys who fuck a lot of women. <br /><br />Women often want to see what the big fuss is all about with a hoe so they have lunch with the guy or even fuck the him. Other women want to change the guy into a house wife from a hoe. It's like a challenge. "Girl my pussy so good he will stop having sex with them other bitches and fuck with me only!" I know females who haven't actually said that line out loud but have thought it. Well then they can't turn the guy into a housewife and get heart broken and say all men ain't shit. Be mad for a couple weeks, claim they bout to start "doing them", meet another hoe and do it all over again. <br /><br />Women don't date new guys. They date the same exact men with different faces. Women are so smart when it comes to other things like school, and their career but are the dumbest creatures when it comes to protecting their hearts and falling in love. Every woman has a sweet guy in their phone that wants to take them out and treat them nice but they will never notice him because their too busy chasing someone who doesn't want them. The classic game of cat and mouse that can't seem to be put to rest. <br /><br />I don't like that nice guys actually finish last Aka lose but they do. I don't know how to change this or if it will ever change. Ladies just be sure your not looking for a challenge when looking for love cause like challenges, you can't win them all. You fall victim in believing that love happens like it does in the movies. Well it don't and you will become bitter towards love from thinking that.ThaFamousNobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06935036620077839431noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575324557633251542.post-6407184784033113142010-10-19T11:52:00.000-07:002010-10-19T11:58:19.311-07:00I hate relationships..I hate dealing with someones emotions. I hate returning phone calls. I hate meeting parents. I hate opening up and starting over. I hate cooking for two. I hate sharing my bed. I hate paying for two at the movies. I hate hearing about friends and how they always let you down. I hate that I have to stop flirting. I hate the way you get real bitchy one week a month. I hate that you go through my phone. I hate being asked where im at, who im with and what I'm doing. I hate giving up my freedom. I hate all of that shit! But.. I love how you make me forget that I hate all that shit. I love how none of that matters when I'm with you. I love how everything I hate became everything I loved when dealing with you. -thafamousnobody ThaFamousNobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06935036620077839431noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575324557633251542.post-16730743332969605152010-07-23T16:16:00.001-07:002010-07-23T16:34:49.259-07:00So.. You Celibate?I meet a lot of females that are celibate these days. I ask them why and the give me 1 of 2 reasons. A, they holding out until they get into a real relationship or B they doing it to be more spiritual. To get more in tuned with themselves because sex was a big distraction. Now the first reason, waiting on finding a partner I can understand and respect. Anything other then that reason is just silly to me. If you can't have sex because it distracts you from life then my friend you have a problem. If you just decide to not have sex I can respect that but don't make up a crazy ass reasons that make you look like you can't control the little man eater between your legs. I know that secretly some women don't have sex because they enjoy it way too much and want it more then they would like to admit. I don't want to offend the celibate females that read my rants because that's all they are. I know a female that said she was being celibate so she can be closer to God. If the guy dick was that good that it made you lose sight of God, maybe you should keep him around. I know if I had a girl who made me get out of touch with what I believe I am going to marry her. That's some powerful pussy. If sex distracts you from being you then what you gone do when you get married? Stop having sex for two months so you can regroup then pick it back up? Can a celibate female please tell me what's this all about. Please.ThaFamousNobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06935036620077839431noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575324557633251542.post-91069700577179016102010-06-02T12:51:00.000-07:002010-06-04T10:47:01.033-07:00Kiss... and tell.<div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4uK76Wbx3VWDV6eWNNY5s3cbKlek4ptS6ZzU5zebQnGlee-R6c3oz36KBjVJAAhkoCxPciahU33w0TxIk5kWflkYsa2fL7t6ucpWUT0K63rcKWU-pxnwITCpqrfztZsoVpCPfIADslkak/s1600/Art+3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478266639712138754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4uK76Wbx3VWDV6eWNNY5s3cbKlek4ptS6ZzU5zebQnGlee-R6c3oz36KBjVJAAhkoCxPciahU33w0TxIk5kWflkYsa2fL7t6ucpWUT0K63rcKWU-pxnwITCpqrfztZsoVpCPfIADslkak/s320/Art+3.jpg" border="0" /></a>I never was the one to kiss and tell. I just thought it was tacky as hell. My ex kissed me and told everybody that wanted to listen. She had a group of friends she was once cool with and told them everything. They would always look me up and down when they seen me and smile. On some petty shit. Me and her broke up about a year ago, I thought that was the end of that.<br /><div><br /></div><br /><div>I seen her friend Tasha at wal-mart, one of the friends that use to look me up and down. I instantly thought she was gone be on some bull shit because of the break up but she wasn't. "Hey boy, long time no see!" She reached for a hug and everything. I replied with I'm good and gave her a hug. She started walking with me and talking. We never had a conversation before so this was kind of weird but it was coming natural. She was cute and very funny. Finding a funny female these days was like finding a pot of gold! So we walking down the cereal aisle and she insisted we exchanged numbers. She pulled out her phone, I pulled out mine, we hugged again and parted ways. </div><br /><div>A week went by before she actually hit me up. "Damn, was it something I said? Why haven't you hit me yet?" I read the text and instantly laughed. I could picture her saying it. We started texting back and forth till she insisted that I come over for tacos. I love tacos so I went. She stayed close, real close. I get there and she opens the door with a hug and a smile. She was so damn loving. I don't remember her being this way. Shit, if I remember correctly, she was the bitchy one. The apartment was really nice and smelled good. She had the stuff for the tacos all on the table with soft and hard shells. I loved it. We started eating while listening to oldies. A little bit of Marvin, little bit of Al Green, little bit Earth Wind and Fire.. I love a woman with good music taste. I ate about 6 Tacos, I didn't mean to eat that much but I was hungry. So we just sitting at the table talking and she brought up my ex. "When the last time you talked to ___?" I hate talking about my ex cause she gets on my nerves. "Shit, about 10 months. I don't talk to her at all." She nodded and asked me did I want some more Vodka and juice, I nodded yes. So a couple hours fly by and we just talking. She start talking about how she always thought I was cute and was always bitchy with me cause she was mad my ex wasn't keeping me happy like she was supposed to. Said the ex told her all about my dick game and it had her curious.. Then it started.</div><br /><div>She got up and sat on my lap.. Then kissed me. I kissed her back because her lips was soft as hell PLUS... Who am I to turn her down? Kissing leads to touching, touching leads to grabbing. The shirts come off. I pick her up and take her to the couch where she took her pants off and unbuttoned mines. She looked good as hell in her vickies. She had the pink lace shit on which made me go crazy. I was also mad because all I had on was some gray hanes lol. So she started kissing on me and seeing how women rarely do this these days I fell in love with her instantly. I pushed her back and kissed all over her body. Taking my time because I wanted to admire her body low key. I took her bra off and panties. She was sexy as hell. I took my hanes off and she grabbed me and asked me for it. I pulled a condom out my pants pocket and gave it to her. It was sooooooooo good. I was deeper then I was supposed to because at first she was pushing me back then she got use to it and asked for it deeper. She got on top of me and started riding me and kissing me. That intimate shit. I'm not really a fan of it but again, I couldn't and didn't want to turn her down. I liked it. A lot. We had to be going for at least a hour. Just kissing on one another and fucking. It was the best I had had in a long ass time.</div><br /><div id="ms__id20">I woke up (mind you I don't remember falling asleep) and it smelled like food. I got up to find her cooking breakfast in the pink get up with her hair wrapped. She smiled "You were slobbing in your sleep. I didn't want to wake you." I hate slobbing in front of company! I laughed and kissed her on the cheek. It was just silent until she brought my plate out to the table. "___ was right, you are the best that I have had in a long time." I looked at her and she busted out laughing while walking back into the kitchen. I already knew my ex talked about me to her friends so this is not surprising just can't believe it would benefit me at the end lol. I didn't care, I finished eating and turned to iCarly, DIZZY! -@ThaFamousNobody (twitter)</div></div>ThaFamousNobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06935036620077839431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575324557633251542.post-11835416316029215602010-04-18T09:51:00.000-07:002010-04-18T10:12:29.595-07:00My dating requirementsSo my home girl was telling me what she wanted in a man and the shit was just too fucking funny but she was SERIOUS. She had a real list of things that a dude HAD to have in order for her to talk to him. I thought to myself that maybe I was being foolish on just wanting a connection and to be attracted. So.. Here is my list. <br /><br />1.) She has to weigh 155.5 pounds. I don't want her no smaller or bigger. <br />2.) has to be able to cook in 6 inch heels. (fantasy reasons)<br />3.) Her car and house MUST remain spotless at all times.<br />4.) Her voice has to be soft and angle like.. Like Fergie and Jesus combined. <br />5.) Her booty can't be too big and not too small. Don't want to draw attention.<br />6.) Has to have hair EXACTLY 2 inches past her ear.<br />7.) When she fart it has to smell like taco bell and pot roast with cinnamon. <br />8.) Has have been in a shoot out in broad day light. *IMPORTANT* <br />9.) she has to be able to roll a blunt and change a babies diaper at the same time.<br />10.) Has to recite the words to WHOOP THERE IT IS before we have sex. <br />11.) Can't have ANY PARENTS! Not trying to deal with bitchy mom or mean dad.<br />12.) Has to have a tattoo of thug life somewhere on her body.<br />12.) Her titties cant be sagged out. They have to be sitting up and paying attention.<br />13.) Have to know the words to FANCY and PROTOTYPE. If you don't know those songs...<br />14.) You have to be able to type and text at least 50 words a minute. late night texting reasons.<br />15.) Have to be able to run from police and jump high fences.. (Don't ask)<br />16.) Have to be able to recite the words to ATL.<br /><br />I think that's all I want for right now. Lol. The shit don't make no kind of sense. Not one of those talk about connection, trust, anything! Hers didn't either so I guess I'm on the right track!ThaFamousNobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06935036620077839431noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575324557633251542.post-87279519341250090232010-03-25T22:19:00.001-07:002010-03-25T23:04:33.159-07:00Lets talk about.. White girlsSo I'm out with a friend of mine. Me and him just strolling round the city of Atlanta soaking up the sun. We stopped in this store and the lady was cute as hell. I liked her style. Her hair was in a sloppy pony tail but it was cute. Arms all tatted up. But.. She was white. I wanted to holla at her but I didn't know how. Why you ask? You holla at a white girl just like a black girl you say.. Wrong. Why is it different? Well all my life my mom has been saying "if she can't use a comb.. DON'T bring her home." I never knew what the hell that meant but basically she was saying don't bring a white girl home. So I just had to get it out my head on dating them. Now that I'm grown and don't give a shit, I want to holla! But it takes some time to get use to it. <br /><br />The reason I don't believe that you talk to them the same way is because the same shit aint important to them. I'm talking real white girls by the way, not the ones who "act black." Like do I be extra polite, do I speak like I got a education? I be watching the movies and they always say "you want to grab some coffee?" First of all, I don't do coffee so I aint grabbing any but we can grab some apple juice and sit on the steps and just chat it up. Like, you have to find a nice ice breaker and a common ground and since I don't have any white home girls, I don't know what they like. I haven't been around them to learn them. Hell what if I try and talk to one and she a low key racist? Maybe I'm thinking about it too hard. I just feel weird when I come at em that way, like I'm not suppose to. Then if we do date, every time we go out all the black girls gone mean mug her and shit. Like they wanted my ass anyway. Disregard that last line. That was a angry line from deep down in the inside. The lady at the store said don't be afraid to talk to white girls. They don't bite. Am I the only one who feel a lil funny talking outside their race? I mean folks who are on the west coast don't answer. If you in NY don't answer. I'm talking about the midwest area and down south. Reason I say West coast is because.. Yall so diverse. and NY. Do black females feel funny talking to white guys? Maybe it is just me. <br /><br />I'm sure a white guy would feel intimidated talking to a black girl for the first time. All the negative shit they see on tv about black women. He probably a be scared as hell. I also don't want to have the women in my family feel like they have failed with me because I dated outside the race. I honestly don't see a color, the world make me see a color. I think about too much stuff when I see an attractive white woman and it keeps me from approaching her. What should I do? Go up to her and be like "Ay, my name is Eric, whats yours? I aint ever did this but wanted to tell you I think you cute and would love to just have a conversation with you." She be like NIGGA PLEASE!!! hahaha aw man. Naw, fa real. Yall think I got problems? Let me know. @ThaFamousNobodyThaFamousNobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06935036620077839431noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575324557633251542.post-85654477942037630322009-12-27T10:08:00.000-08:002009-12-27T11:52:09.781-08:00So wrong.. So Good..Over my moms house straight from work, she lives close to my job so I come over at least once a week and eat all her cereal and watch a movie. Just to relax, see her and fill my Fruity Pebbles fix. I was watching Seinfeld and eating my cereal when my mom walked into the living to get on the computer. My mom is a very loud person when she on the phone with her home girls. VERY LOUD! So I'm watching t.v and trying to ignore her, but, it wasn't working. "Yeah girl, my son gone house sit for us this weekend while me and my hubby go on our get away trip." I turned around and looked and she started smiling and continued to talk on the phone. First off, I didn't know she was going out of town. Second, I never agreed to house sit. But, I mean how do I tell her no? She will bring up EVERYTHING she has ever done for me. "Boy I gave birth to you and you mean to tell me you can't house sit for me for 2 days? That's fucked up!" I caved in. The good thing is, they had all the movie channels which I couldn't afford and a fridge full of food. I'm there!<br /><br />I go home and pack a little bag of clothes, grab my iPod, laptop and I'm out the door. When I get back to mommas house, they were already gone. I used my key to get in, make myself at home and take a shower. Watching t.v. and on twitter while listening to my Phoenix play list on Pandora.. Nigga.. I'M CHILLIN *Kanye Voice*! Couple hours later I hear a knock at the door. I take my time to get up because UPS be delivering wigs for my mom. They knock once and leave the box at your door. I open the door and look down for a box and seen legs, sexy legs. I knew those legs, those was Ms. Tracy's legs. I looked up and spoke. "Hey Ms. Tracy, my mom gone for the weekend. Want me to tell her you stopped by?" I knew she knew that momma was gone because she was the person on the phone when my momma asked me to house sit. "Oh I know baby, I came to get my jacket your mom left in her room for me." I moved out the way and let her walk in to get the jacket. Ms. Tracy was like fam.. Almost.. Aside from me having a crush on her since I was like 16. Beautiful divorced woman in her late 30's. She never and will never know that though because I tell NO ONE! She gets her jacket and walks back through the living room and ask me "Baby what the hell is twitter? Am I too old to know what twitter is?" I laughed and told her naw. "Show me what its all about, I need to stay in tune with whats going on in the world. I aint that old am I?" I liked her because she had a strange sense of humor and is always speaking her mind. "Sure, take off ya jacket and put that jacket down and I'll show you right quick. I aint doing nothing." She does so and sits on the couch. Takes off her heels and gets comfortable. She seen my empty bowl on the floor and asked "So you not gone offer me a bowl of cereal? Boy you got NO manners, I'm a guest. I GUESS you not use to having a woman around you huh, I gotta teach you a few things." I didn't know what to say, so.. I didn't say nothing and got her a bowl of cereal. Give it to her and show her how to use twitter while the music is still playing. We just vibing out, laughing and joking. I seen a side of her that I never seen and never expected to see. You never know a woman till you see her with her "hair down". Couple hours passed and she got up to leave. Walked her to the door, she kissed me on the cheek and left. I shut everything off and down and went to sleep. <br /><br />Woke up and went to the gym. Came back, showered, cooked breakfast, got dressed and went to the mall. I came back and took a nap. Woke up to someone knocking on the door. I opened the door and looked down again because I wasn't expecting anyone to be stopping by.. I seen legs.. Again. "Boy you need to learn how to keep your head up when answering the door. You got down syndrome when answering doors?" Ms. Tracy ass wait.. Ms. Tracy smart mouth ass! We both laughed. She had on this long ass rain coat. Maybe it started raining when I was sleep so I invited her in. "What's up, you forget something yesterday?" "Yes, actually I did. I hope I didn't interrupt you or anything. Were you sleep? That's a trick question because your breath smells like it even if you weren't." I loved her since of humor. "You stupid, you know that right? But.. Naw, I wasn't doing nothing. You not interrupting." "Good, now take my jacket. We have to work on your manners boy." She turned around so I could take her jacket and as I take off the jacket I see no shirt but a bra strap.. Then.. Matching underwear. Black EVERYTHING.. Bra, panties, and heels. I got nervous. VERY NERVOUS! "Don't stand there with ya mouth open, that's my job. Take me." I grabbed her hand and headed to my mothers room. This was soo wrong. But.. I wanted it. I swear I started walking in slow motion. Every step I thought how good it would be but what is going to come of it after it was done. I wasn't nervous about fucking, pussy is pussy. You treat it the same way, how good it is a different story. <br /><br />Shit speeds up and she throws me on the bed and climbs on top of me. We take off my shirt and shorts as we kiss on one another. Her lips were soft as hell and the way she worked her tongue was amazing. She definitely knew what she was doing.She grabs my dick and kisses it as if she loved it. Sucked it and I swear to you. My toes curled and I was grabbing for shit that wasn't even there. I think I even started rapping a Tupac verse.. I DON'T EVEN LIKE TUPAC! I had to make her stop or I would have nutted and fell asleep. NO BUENO! I threw her on her back and kissed her all over her body. She was beautiful. Toes, legs, thighs, pussy.. Pussy.. Pussy. PUSSY! I stayed there extra long. "Fuck me." I don't know where a condom came from but it magically appeared on the night stand so I used it. I can't really describe what the sex was like. Just know.. It was magical! Not regular magic like making a quarter disappear. I'm talking about Harry Potter magic. Black magic! It was passionate, nasty, hot and sticky. Now that I think about it. I should have got it on cam cause the shit was epic. From hitting it from the back, riding me, riding my face, fucking standing up, in the shower.. I fell in love some where in there. No. I'm serious. So after we get out the shower. I lotion her up and rub her feet. "You are pretty good. I didn't expect you to keep up with me. I couldn't resist it. After chilling with you yesterday, I felt closer to you. I haven't been that comfortable in years." I just nodded and kept rubbing her feet. I didn't talk, just in case I was dreaming. I didn't want to talk and then wake up. <br /><br />"So now what" I asked as she was leaving. "We a figure something out baby. You grown aint you? We can do whatever we want." I loved that answer, kissed her and watched her walk to her car and drive off. Got back in the house, showered again, cleaned up, sprayed, and tried to wrap my head on what just happened. Couple hours later my mom called. "What you doing? You haven't burned my house down have you?" I told her know and that I was watching tv. "We a be home in the morning, just wanted to call in advance to let you know. Get them stanky booty hoes out my house if any in there." OooO.. Only if she knew.. It was sooo good.. But.. So wrong.. Damn!ThaFamousNobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06935036620077839431noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575324557633251542.post-54470021260916991052009-12-24T22:54:00.000-08:002009-12-24T23:31:36.793-08:00So.. Your gay?Let me start by saying I am not a homophobe. I don't have many if any gay friends. But I don't have a problem with them. This post is not to the gay men, yall do yall thing and sword fight all yall want. ON GUARD! It's to the girls who date studs. I was in walmart and seen this cute ass girl near the ketchup. She sized me up, I sized her down. She smiled, I smiled. I grabbed the ketchup for my burgers and went to get my cereal. Well I bumped into her again in the milk aisle but this time she was with a stud. The stud started mugging me. Now if anyone mug me I feel like something has to be said but the stud is still a female and no matter what I would be wrong if I hit her in the head with my Fruity Pebbles. Then I started wondering why females date studs. They look like guys.. They dress like guys.. They use dildo's and fuck you like a guy. So.. Why date the stud? I get it that some women aren't attracted to men so they date women. That's cool and I understand. I don't understand girls who date fake guys though. I know you don't get a sense of security with the fake guy. Can someone please break that down for me? I'm not trying to be an ass, I just don't understand that concept. Like, if you like girls looking like a guy, then just be with a guy. You get the same thing right? But the real thing. I hope I made sense and didn't come off like a complete ass. I am a complete ass but I know how some folks are about that topic. Sensitive! Help me out so I can know. Thanks. Peaace!ThaFamousNobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06935036620077839431noreply@blogger.com15