MY LOVE

My love is like whoa, remember that Mya song

My love is like a roller coaster ride that you can never get off

My love is like a car crash and the pain pills leave you numb

My love is like a never ending orgasm while your celibate

My love is forbidden, hidden, and random

My love will never be exposed

My love stays inside the deep parts of my memory

My love doesn't even make sense to me

My love ...

I wish I could turn it off

But my love is like whoa

Never stopping and never letting go

Loyalty is all I know

New Year 2014

I see post on Instagram, New Year, New Me!

But can we really expect to be different just because it's a new year.

Let's face the facts, Most people never change, and if they do it's gradually.

In 2014, I have one goal and that is to treat myself better.

To eliminate those who are toxic. To focus on me and mine..

That seems like more than one goal, but hey it's one with different sub-components.

To walk in honesty and love.

To simply love me..

2014 , is a new year, but the same me!!

Negativity

It would be easy for me to feed into your negativity.

But I won't because I have grown, not changed just have a better understanding of life

What you say is irrelevant. 

It's funny because you use to be relevant.

You use to make and break my day.

Now you have lost your control

I now have all the control

My life is my own

Your negativity does not affect me

You taught me a lot, and I now am stronger

So strong that I can look past your bullshit

And Not say Shit!

 

Life is brief

Life is short! This is an over-said but true saying. Life is short, you never when its your last day. 

Since life is short , we should laugh more, smile more, and just let go of our inhibitions

We should help more and love more and do more!

We shouldn't let a day go by without telling out loved ones we LOVE them.

WE should forgive quick, love hard and praise the Creators for his faithful unconditional love

Life is a test and we can not past them all but in the end we will graduate to a new height.

Life does not end with death. Life never ends. It just keep trending.

Life , brief, precious , hard knock life is not to be taken for granted

I want to smile more, love more, dance in the middle of the street without worry, but that may pose a problem

Life is to be appreciated, Life is not to be taken for granted

TEE TEE

More Than a Professor

You were more than a professor, you became a friend

One short semester and now your life has reached its end

Still I can’t process that you are not here

I was planning to send you a holiday card, and the thought of it breaks my heart

Last week, I told you thank for all your help, but I had so much more to say

I gave you a handshake and went on my way

I thought we had time to connect, now I receive the email, my heart is broken

I am honestly going to miss you

Wish you could read my final paper, and tell me it was edited perfectly

You told me how great I could be, and because you said it, I believed it

I and Rutgers  will miss you Professor Richard Heffner

R.I.P. 

Is religon a Gang?

Stop your Bloodclot Crying!!

I am an Addict!! MY LOVE DRUG

KING Bey !!!! King BEY-ONCE

Here's a RANT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


It took me forever to start blogging. Now, I hope it's beneficial to me and others!! I love to write, read and Bullshit! I am inconsistently & Perfectly Flawed!! I am Random, Silly and plain childish, however I Know the voices in my head are not lying to me. The voice say, " Your Awesome , Great and about To Blow.''

LOL, anyhoo I want to talk about that new Beyonce album. Beyonce GAVE me Everything...


I was literally dead before I watched the album. (Watched the album?! LOL)

Bey gave me LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jay a.k.a. Mr. Knowles Gave me Life.

I will now call Bey, King Bey!!!! King B!! She reigns!

Oh and did yall see that Body. I have to get to somebody's GYM. Bey body was screaming I am Women and a Grown one at that!!

My fave song right now is Blow, Drunk in Love, and Partition.

I believe that this is her best collection of work!! She is keeping us Alive.

Bey Get'em!!

                        “To share or Not to share”

                                TEE TEE

Disclaimer: I was on one, when I wrote this!

“I am not sharing any type of dick” says my cousin who wishes to remain anonymous.  She was making a reference to dating a man who already has a baby mother. She believes that if you date a man who already has a child he will continually sex his child’s mother. Lately the term side chick, boyfriend number #2, and jump-off have become extremely popular.

Have we become a culture that doesn’t mind sharing significant others? Or are there not enough men so every woman can have their own? Honestly speaking I believe every woman shares a penis at one point in their life, whether they know it or not. It’s not a new event that is worthy of even a tweet or a Facebook update. It is a reality that men wander since they are hunters by nature. Women wander because we are emotional creatures who live inside our feelings. Both sexes stray for different reasons, yet expect fidelity. Why do you expect the unexpected?  Commitment, monogamy, and fidelity are forced upon us by society and media.

    Is it fair to put such restraints on relationships? Is it reasonable to demand a man or women to commit just to you? What if they get exhausted of you? What if they accidentally sex someone else; will that ruin the love you two share?  Why is cheating the number one reason people divorce, separate, and cease unions?  It’s because we believe the hype that if someone truly loves you they won’t cheat on you. This is the hype that America sells us that fuels the entertainment world.  Newspaper headlines and media go frantic over cheating spouses and breakups. It’s really fucking ridiculous that our news is not new at all! Many people cheat on their partner, who they love just because they love having sex with new people. It’s exciting and makes them feel alive. Is it wrong? Does that mean they need to be single? Not necessarily if they keep it real with their main partner and promise to practice safe sex.   

         Cheating is over rated and is not as detrimental as everyone believes. Many women are single because they can’t forgive a man who cheated on them. There are thousands of single mothers and broken families because of infidelity. Many boys are being raised without fathers because of pride and ignorance.  I am not advising you to stay with a man who uses and abuses you; but if a man slips up and is willing to do the right thing, forgive him. Things do happen and maybe there are deep issues that can be resolved. But do not give up on a good man because he cheated. The dumbest reason to leave a man is because he cheated especially if he is a good provider. The picking is pretty slim out here and another woman will pick that man up and dust him off. Some women get cheated on for ten years then find out about one situation and leave a good father, and they have been getting cheated on for years. It’s funny but the old saying what you don’t know won’t hurt you, is true. It might sound cruel but sometimes you have to turn the other cheek and suck it up. Family comes first and there are too many broken families over bullshit.

 Back in the day, many families stayed together whether or not there was infidelity. Women turned the blind eye to their partner’s indiscretions. There were not as many single moms and family use to mean something. Now women applaud themselves for being single moms like it’s a new trend. It is not cool to raise children alone, as much as you tell yourself it is, it is not the way it is supposed to be. It’s unnatural for children to be raised without fathers and women cannot lead a family as well as a good man. So the question still remains, to share or not to share?

  It all depends on who you ask the question to, I believe that when you focus on having the best relationship with your partner and truly being their friend, there will be nothing left to share with an outsider. If there is anything left to share who really cares! We as women have to learn to focus on the bigger picture. Dream your dreams and keep it pushing. If love is real then you love a person even when they don’t deserve it. If you love someone with everything you got then that’s all that matters. We must play our positions. If  you don’t know your position just ask!

“Lust Matters”

Hello I want to introduce myself with a short story! Enjoy! 

T. D. Gainer a.k.a. Tee Tee

            Sometimes, I wake up with a feeling, like that pop song says, today’s going to be a good day, a good day.  I woke up feeling on top of the motherfucking world.  Well, today must be my lucky day! I mean I had THEE most amazing day where everything actually went right. I woke up like any average day, around nine o’clock, as usual and to my surprise Imani was not watching cartoons. Then, I remembered she was not home because she was with Robby. So I had an entire weekend to myself. Robby was my daughters Imani’s father and my ex fiancée who regularly picked up child, like a good father should.          

            I was very much excited and was walking to my own beat while Rihanna sang in the back ground. I decided to go to the barbershop/doobie shop/ nail salon to get my hair done. I had not been treated to a salon visit in about a month and deserved some much needed pampering. It was Friday and since I was on a semi vacation from work, I knew the salon would be empty. I decided to get dressed up and do my makeup to before heading out to the salon. I called my hairstylist Tammi and made sure she had room for me in her schedule. She said she could fit me in if I hurry up and don’t waste any time. So I jumped into my Pathfinder truck and speeded down the Parkway to exit 137 and headed to Roselle, my hometown.
            When I arrived to the area, I immediately felt nostalgic because the area held so many memories. I felt even better reminiscing about the good ole days in high school. I smiled even brighter and walked into the salon/barbershop/ nail salon. I looked toward Tammi station and noticed how she wasn’t even half way done with her customer who was getting his dreads twisted. I was not even pissed because I was use to Tammi and her slow ways, she was notorious for taking all day to do one head. She definitely was not the type of hairdresser that could multi task. I knew I would be in the shop all day but still I smiled because it was Friday and I, Malika was feeling like I was high off life. I would not let anyone ruin my day especially, Tammi, who was the slowest hair dresser on this side of Jersey.

            I walked over to Tammi and smiled and said jokingly,

             “Hey! Hey!  Tam Tam, I’m here, and as always you’re still slow as hell but you know that right? “

            I giggled and then waved to the cutie that was getting his dreads twisted. The cute stranger seemed to be a little stuck up because he didn’t respond. I figured he must not have heard me because why would he not want to talk to me, Malika Raven Nicole Princess Turner. Yes, my mother gave me three middle names. She knew one name would not do me justice. I stood at 5’7, brown skin the color of mocha, with hazel brown eyes, and a body that stayed slim due to my vegan diet and LA fitness membership. He must have been the shy & timid type. I did not let the dread head’s inattentive nature bother me, for all I knew he could be homosexual.

            Tammi acted as if she didn’t hear the last part of my statement and said,

“Hey baby! Lika, I missed you! How is Imani? I’ll be done soon, I promise!” I ignored her lie about how she would be done shortly and told her my daughter was fine and that I missed her too. I then told her I was on my way to the coffee shop and asked if she wanted anything. She said no and continued to twist the stranger’s dreads.

            After waiting about two hours I finally sat in my stylist’s chair. We spoke about her nonexistent love life and how she and I both couldn’t find the right man. Tammi’s problem was that she was still in love with her ex- boyfriend who married someone while they were still together. My problem was that I could not find a man that was willing to be a man. To me a man must take care of his woman and all I attracted were fake ballers, hustlers, and mama’s boys. My ex Robby was a great provider but he couldn’t seem to stay out of the streets. He choose hustling over my daughter and I. He constantly kept drugs and guns in the house, and I was not going to go back to jail for him. Yes, I Malika had been to the county jail due to Robby and his Boss status. I would not go back, I am too cute and those lesbians in the county were trying to take my virginity. I have high standards but being broke with a boyfriend was not one of them. I could struggle alone, why I need company while figuring out how the rent gets paid was beyond me. I’ll pass; Robby spoiled me and ruined me for the average Joe. I didn’t even know what the average man could so for me, movies and dinner wasn’t my thing.

            So while I got my hair washed, conditioned, and rolled I listened to Tammi. She talked, more like complained about the latest guy who lied to her. I sounded supportive as I told her all the right things to do next time but I was getting annoyed because Tammi was in her forties and I was twenty eight and she should know better. She was too old to be so simple minded and to be chasing love the way she was. I mean, what is this love thing anyway but an illusion filled with emotions and fairytales. She must have been a hopeless romantic and I was disgusted just hearing how this guy lied to her and promised her so much. So when she walked me to the dryers without even turning one on, I was not even going to comment on her rudeness. I was just happy to get away from her love sick ass. It’s one thing to be stupid but stupid and crazy. I was not going to help her with my good advice anymore.

            I sat at the last dryer next to the cute stranger but it happened to be broken. I wondered why no one at this triple threat salon, displayed a sign that the dryer was broken. I was annoyed because I wanted to sit next to the stranger who was more than cute he was drop dead handsome. My heart started racing as I sat across from him. He then spoke over the loud dryer, and said that I could have sat next to him. I laughed and told him I tried but the dryer was not working. That was all I needed him to say and now I was in there. I watched him as he sat under the dryer playing with his phone as I held my tablet in my hand as a diversion.  First things first his skin was the perfect shade of chocolate, his teeth were straight and whitish, his eyes were chinky and I almost melted in my panties. Then my eyes wandered to his arms and chest. He had on a wife beater on and all his muscles were visible as well as his tattoos. I was so turned on. I told him I liked his tattoos and he said thank you. Both his arms and the visible parts of his chest were tattooed. He was very sexy and I believe he knew it.

            I continued to ask him more questions like what his tattoos meant and where he was from. I then asked his name he responded Trent, which I could hardly hear under the dryer. Then I asked the magic question and the answer shocked me. I asked how old was he once he got from under the dryer, he said 21. I choked as I said 21?  How old are you I asked again. He said 21, I was flabbergasted. I said you look at least 23 or 24, just my luck. Then I asked him when his birthday is. He said March; it was the month of May so that meant he just turned the legal drinking age. I was pissed. He was basically a teenager. I could not believe it and kept saying how surprised I was. He was like it’s not like your old or something. He said I was acting like I was thirty or something. I let him know that I was 28 and that was close enough to thirty. He commented on the fact that I looked 24 or 25. I smiled because I loved to be flattered. He said that he loved being 21 and wished he could stay this age forever. He said he was glad that he was 21 with no kids. He stated that some of his friends were 21 with five kids. I laughed and still was mad that I was entertaining the idea of getting it on with a man child.

            For some reason I still wanted this Trent character. He was so sexy with his honey blonde dreads that hung pass his shoulder blade and his tight athletic build. My mouth watered as I thought of the sinful things I would do to him in and out of the bedroom. He was waiting for Tammi to style his hair and he asked me if I wanted something to drink. I told him water would be fine. He bought me water and I had previously written my number down, so I passed the paper it to him as he gave me my water. That’s all it took. He looked at my number thinking it was money for the water then smiled and winked at me. I finished getting my hair done and didn’t bother to say bye to Trent who was outside talking to some guy. I didn’t have to say goodbye because I knew he would be texting me that very night.

            Later that night as I was getting ready to go out to a bar with my cousins my cell vibrated. Trent texted me and said it was nice meeting me. I said likewise. He said how when he first saw me his first thoughts were how gorgeous I was. I said that’s funny because when I waved to him as I spoke to Tammi, you ignored me. He said he was lost in my beauty and didn’t realize I waved and said hello to him.  I told him it was all good and he was handsome. He said we make a good combo. I told him I was heading to go out and he told me to behave because he didn’t want to have to hurt someone. He then explained that he was a boxer and his hands were registered. I laughed and told him that I could protect myself. He then replied he was on his way to work at UPS and he would text me when he got off in the morning. I went out that night and enjoyed myself but I was high from meeting Trent and fantasized about him all night.

            One week later, after texting and talking to Trent all week we went on our first date to Applebee’s. I was not exactly thrilled about this date but I decided that since he was young maybe his taste was immature and he has not graduated to the finer things like five star restaurants or at least four stars. So I met him at Applebee’s and this is when I realize Trent has no vehicle. I knew he lived with his sister but I thought he at least had a car. I asked him how did he get to the restaurant he informed me he had took a cab. I thought to tell him that I don’t date men who don’t have their own automobile but I didn’t want to seem shallow. I enjoyed our first date and he was a gentleman. He opened doors, pulled out chairs, and the conversation flowing the whole two hour we sat and had dinner. After dinner we walked to a nearby park and talked for another two hours about, goals, spirituality, and our childhood. We seem to both have been raised by our mothers who were both alcoholics. He did not drink at all. I still battled with my own demons called alcohol. We spoke truthfully and at the end of the date I felt so close to Trent. He spoke with such passion and maturity. He looked me in the eyes and I felt my soul being pulled away. I honestly didn’t know what was going on and why I was falling for him. The date ended with a peck on the cheek and a hug. I volunteered to drive him home but he said he was a man and wanted to take a cab. So I let him and drove home thinking maybe just maybe I could give him a second date. He had potential he was in college and working full-time. But he was missing two things his own place and car. I really didn’t like dating a guy who didn’t have a job, car, and residence. I convinced myself that our connection was enough to make up for the other two missing links.

            On our second date the following weekend while Imani was visiting her grandmother, we went to the movies. He took a cab to the movies and met me there. I was still sad about dating such a loser with no car but his looks made up for it. He was waiting for me in front of the movie theatre with a single rose. I was taken aback by his romantic gesture. I gave him a big hug and we went to see Snow White and the Huntsman. The movie was good. The strange thing was that there was a rainstorm during the movies and the electricity went out during the movie. The whole theatre was dark. I took this as an opportunity to pick Trents brain. I asked him where he saw himself in the future and his career goals.  He let me know that he wanted to be a detective and use his criminal justice degree to get there. He said that he did love boxing but it was really a way to release his frustrations. He knew he could probably be a championship boxer but really just wanted to help people. I liked that about him, he always talked about making me and my daughter happy. He always said he wanted me to be happy. No one ever said that to me so it was foreign to me. During the twenty minutes the movie theatre had technical difficulties I snuggled next to Trent. I also gave him a peck on the lips softly. He seemed shy because he blushed afterwards.

            We enjoyed the rest of the movies and then we played video games in the arcade. I did not want to play video games because I was not a video gamer. I was surprised that I enjoyed doing such a juvenile activity but something about being next to Trent made me feel like a teenager again. It could be that he was almost a teenager. I told him that there was no need for him to take a cab home and I would be fine with giving him a ride home. He accepted and we rode to his sister’s house where he stayed. When I parked my truck, I told him I wasn’t letting him out the truck until I got a kiss. Yes, I was being demanding but he had on a tight shirt with nice slim fit jeans and his body was looking like a hot fudge sundae. A kiss was just a tease. I could basically see his six pack and chest muscles bulging out his shirt. He smiled and I gave him a wet, slow, tongue kiss that left him breathless. He kissed me again and kept slipping me his tongue. I didn’t accept it because it was too hot and steamy in the truck. I as the older more mature one had to pull back because I knew it was not the time or place. I told him goodbye and that I enjoyed myself. He said likewise and he walked out of the truck and immediately started taking off his shirt and wife beater. He claimed he was hot. I was happy about his dramatic display and got a closer view of his body. Good God almighty, this boy had a body that was defined by muscle and muscle. I had to drive away and squeeze my thighs together and fight climaxing right there in my driver seat. I lost the fight and I did climax right at the red light around the corner from his house.  I was very much intoxicated by Trent. He was my new addiction. I couldn’t wait to give him some of my sweet apple pie. I hope he wouldn’t waste a slice of this pie. I didn’t like wasting myself, so I prayed to God his dick would be worth it, as I licked my lips in lust.

            Two weeks later and another date with Trent and I can’t wait to see him. We didn’t have a date last weekend due to me not having a sitter for my daughter. So we decided to go see Tyler Perry’s new movie and I invited him to spend the night. He told me he couldn’t spend a night because he had to work. He told me he was off the day after tomorrow and he was down to spend a night then. He also reminded me that, “You not about that life!” referring to him spending a night. He says, I was not about that life whenever I wanted to do something out of the ordinary. I found it amusing that he thought I was not about anything.  I told him, that I was about that life and I couldn’t wait to see if he was about that life. We joked a lot and I believe this is what led me to invite him into my bed.

            So it was the night that Trent was going to honor my vagina with his presence. I said a quick prayer to God. I know I should not have been praying about sex but I kept it real with God and prayed for everything and I mean everything. I prayed Trent didn’t have a small penis. I mean unlike most men, he did not boast about his good sex or dick size. So I was pretty much in the dark when it came to what was to expect. So he caught the train and the bus over to my apartment.  We watched a movie on Netflix and then talked for three hours. I was wondering if he came to pipe me down or to tell me his life story. I was beyond anxious but he sure was not rushing the sex issue. So we talked and talked and then it was like four in the morning and I still didn’t see his penis. I was flustered. Then I kissed him passionately and it got very hot. Finally he stopped talking about his depressing childhood. I mean I cared but the past was the past, you have to crawl through the pain and be strong. I knew by kissing him it would get him excited.

            Excited is not the word, Trent was on another planet. He kissed me with animal like passion. He gave me his silky tongue and I sucked it like it was the sweetest lollipop I ever tasted. I slurped his tongue. I moaned as I kissed him and thought to myself this is living. Dayum! Dayum! I felt alive. I felt like I was in a movie!  I licked his neck as he played with my nipples and started biting my ear. So the biting led to me taking off his shirt and rubbing all over his chest and abdominals. He felt good! I licked all over his hard body! I then grabbed the jackpot. His penis felt as thick as my wrists and said “thank You Jesus” out loud and he laughed. I then proceeded to lick the head of his penis. I tried to fit it in my mouth but it was too big. I still tried to suck it somehow but it wouldn’t comfortably. I continued to struggle. He whispered to me, “It’s over for you! Your mine! “I replied, “No it’s over for you, It’s a wrap!” he then said, “Noooooo……. what you’re doing it’s over for you! I don’t even want anyone even looking at you!” Now I know what he and I were saying was crazy but I was in the moment. I had been without sex for weeks and the fact that he was saying it was over for me was of no concern. I thought it was cute.

            We sexed that night and popped three Magnum condoms but I was satisfied and I was very much strung out on Trent’s Pipe. Trent’s pipe was unbelievable especially at 21 years old. I was shocked he knew how to do so many different positions. He really knew how to give it to me really deep. I felt like my prayers were answered no matter how demented they were. The only thing he could not do well was eat my pie. He lacked finesse and really had no clue as to what to lick. I would never let him do that again. He was not perfect but our sex was excellent except for that. Our relationship progressed even though we were both hesitant about whether we were together. He kept asking me was I ready for a relationship after just getting out of a five year relationship with my daughters father. I lied and told him I was ready. I asked him was he ready even though I knew mentally he was not ready.  He lied and said he was ready. We were both so attracted to one another that we didn’t know how to turn around. So we decided to play house. I jokily asked him to move in. He said let’s do a test run for two weeks. I figured what’s the harm in two weeks because honestly I didn’t want him in my space a moment longer than it took for me to get a nut.

            Once Trent came over for the two week experiment of playing house, I tried to picture how it would be for us to be a family. I was having an issue with paying my car note and rent on time and figured maybe he can help me. He said of course, he would pay all the bills if he had to. My heart melted and I became comfortable with him in my personal space. Now see I am an only child. I am use to being alone. I tried to get use to Trent being over at my house but after about two weeks seemed like he did not understand that my home was not his home. He started to make rules and started to question my every move. He started to slack with the sex which is the main reason why all the other things he did stood out. I mean we would go weeks without even a kiss. I was beyond over Trent but did not know how to get rid of him.

            Every time I tried to talk to Trent about our relationship or lack of relationship he would sweet talk me into the bed or out think me. I was always left confused. I swear Trent had a way of talking to me and leaving me mentally drained. He mentally screwed me better than when he piped me. He was something else. He started driving my truck whenever he felt like going somewhere. I started to feel like a captive in my own house and I started to feel like I needed a bus pass. He also had this habit of taking my I-Phone because his blackberry didn’t have a navigation system. I don’t know how after two months I ended up at home alone with no vehicle. It has gotten to the point where I don’t even remember the last time he took me out anywhere. He did give me money but it was nothing to brag about. I mean he was becoming this selfish boy that always wanted to appear so in control. He wanted me to believe I was always over reacting and that I said one thing and did another. I felt trapped.

            The last straw was when I went to the grocery store after a passionate sex session with him and I did not have on panties on a bra. On my way to the supermarket he calls me and asks me did I have on panties.

So I tried to lie my way out of the situation. I replied “You didn’t see me when I left the house.” He says again “Do you have on panties?”

I told him no and he says “That is what I thought so, why did you just try to mind fuck me and say, I didn’t see you before you left. I know your ass didn’t have on panties.”

I could not believe I was arguing on the phone with a 21 year old about panties but I was. I knew now that I could not deal with his controlling ways. He basically had moved in and taken over my life. I was so over Trent, he just didn’t know it.

            When I got home from grocery shopping Trent helped me with the groceries as he accused me of taking one hour and thirty minutes at the grocery store. I reminded him that I did go to two different stores. He asked me why didn’t I come home and put on some panties. I was so tired of talking about my panties. I asked him what was he trying to say. I mean what was it that he was insinuating because the situation was not that deep. He said I probably went out to go see some dude and get a quick fuck. He continued to say if a man knows you have a boyfriend they wouldn’t try to make love and would give you a quick fuck, fifteen minutes or less. I was just devastated because I didn’t even carry myself to go out and get a quick fuck in the daytime. I was a lady but apparently running to the grocery store with a sun dress in the summer with no under garments meant something to this teenager. I told him that he was wrong and that he had me mistaken. He then told me to ask anybody and they would agree with him. I was like whatever.

            Trent became emotional and began talking about how he felt. He thought I didn’t understand how what I did made him feel. He felt like less of a man. I made him feel like a sucker and he was so pissed. He told his cousin how I went to the grocery store after just sexing him and his lame cousin said he wasn’t doing me well enough. In Trent’s heart he knew that was not true but he got emotional behind my actions anyway. I felt like Trent was playing a game where he mentally fucked me every chance he could. He no longer turned me on, and I looked at him as a manipulator.

            The last straw was when I asked Trent for five hundred dollars and he had every excuse under the sun for not giving it to me. That was the end. I told him I can do bad by myself. I mean was this the same Trent who wanted to give me the world.  Was this the same man that wanted to buy me the moon, stars and ocean? The same man that only wanted me happy could not give me five hundred dollars for my rent? I was beyond upset and I let him know that our little experiment was over and he had over exceeded his two weeks stay. I let him know that this was not a hotel and he could no longer, eat, sleep, wash, and drive for free. He couldn’t believe that I was done with him and called a cab and went to his best friend’s house. He has yet to call me, but that is okay. I don’t know what I was thinking dating or babysitting a man child. I just can’t wait to get my hair done and tell Tammi all about Trent and his ignorant ass. Now that I think of it I’m not telling Tammi shit because it’s her stupidity that rubbed off on me and I haven’t been the same since my last hair appointment where I met Mr. Wonderful a.k.a. Trenton Moore.  Now I am looking for my next victim to seduce or possibly lust. The main thing I learned from Trent is that nothing good comes from lust.