Monday morning
Monday morning says, it’s work, bitch.
Monday morning says, it’s work, bitch.
I’m feeling the pain of being born. It’s as painful as I’m told death will be.
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I was thrown out of the house that I labored to find and turned into a home. There will never be forgiving someone without a heart.
She blogged. She tweeted. That’s how I know her. She liked reading. She liked sharing. Many XXFactored links came from her. She was still a girl. She was almost a woman. She was both. And she was discovering her ideas about womanhood & relationships. She had ambitions like everyone else….
Visualising the wardrobe of the future.
I am tired of telecommuting friendships. I’m tired of meeting people because they’re close to where I am geographically, rather than mentally. Geography should not be a criteria for friendship but unfortunately, it’s the most important one now. I never thought I’d say this but I really miss having an…
Unlike everything else, the heart gets hungrier, the more it is fed. No wait, that describes the brain too. Well, my brain and my heart.
Love has left the building.What’s more, it left without paying the rent.Don’t bother chasing though,I know where it went. Off to confuse another lifeAnd mess up someone else’s scoreAnd to shake up things forAnyone who dares think that life is such a bore. And since it is such divine entertainmentMethinks…
This is over. I am single again. I don’t wish to say anymore about this right now. I believe I’ve spent as much of my life on this as is humanly possible and fair. I want to get on with the business of the rest of my life. So don’t…