My life is an emotional baggage. It has too many ups and downs, rounds and abouts for me to carry. My back is starting to hurt from the stress of motherhood feeling like I'm never doing a good enough job. Constantly struggling to keep my head afloat, goddamn when is a life boat, due? I need to cut the ropes of deception and self doubt, fearing that I would never amount to nothing but a static, mother on government assistance; begging for a little help. I?m carrying way to much load you can't see my foot prints in the sand any more. Someone come quick pick me up and carry me on your back to somewhere solid where I can rest my heavy load. Ok I'm ready now, to start on my long journey ahead, let's grab my luggage, my emotional baggage; we can't make any pit stops ahead. And to answer your question yeah I got enough rest.

love bowling, going to the movies, watching horror films, listening to music, writing poetry/painting, shopping and meeting people

I LOVE TuPac!!, Biggie, TI, DMX, Gwen Steffani, Kelis, Lil' Kim, Sarah McGlaughklin, Foofighters, Chemical Romance, Good Charlotte, Taking back Sunday(rock)Bob Marley and BEP

How many licks?

Titanic, Gothica, Tomb Raider, The Omen and IT (old one) etc

Girlfriends, Wild N Out, Real World, Road Rules, Sponge Bob, Fairly Odd Parents, The Simpsons, One o One, All of Us, Half and Half, America's Next Top Model

Go Ask Alex, The Coldest Winter, Sistah Souljah and all Omar Tyree books

Live life to the fullest b/c you never know when its going to end

Dont let your left hand know what your right hand is doing

Its always the one you love that hurts you the most

You might think that your perfect person is going to be perfect but its the one thats imperfect thats perfect for you.