Some are Seasons

They say people in your life are seasons and anything that happens is for a reason.


That I believe wholeheartedly but I can't help but wonder where it all goes. When you know longer know someone, where does that feeling goes. Living in New York, I have yet to have a consistent human interaction with anyone. From my initial friends that I no longer know to the characters that recently floated in and out of my life this summer. It has me wondering if you are genuine about a relationship with a person, whether it be friendship or whatever where does that go?

I don't know, for me it is a haunting reminder that life is too short and to appreciate someone every second of every moment that you have them. It may be your last. It may be their last.

.....or worst, you can know that somewhere they are living not thinking about you.


Ehh it was just a thought



---Barbie

RIP Kelly

Motorcyclist killed on West Side
August 15, 2009 10:08 PM | 3 Comments | UPDATED STORY
A motorcyclist was killed when he collided with a car less than three miles from his West Side home this afternoon.

The motorcyclist was in an accident with a car about 5 p.m. at the intersection of Ferdinand and Hamlin streets in East Garfield Park, Chicago Police News Affairs Officer Kevin Kilmer said.

The motorcyclist was identified as Kelley Murdock, 35, according to the Cook County medical examiner's office.

Murdock died less than an hour later at Mt. Sinai Hospital, according to the medical examiner's office.

Saturday night Murdock's wrecked Suzuki motorcycle and a damaged white Buick sedan could still be seen at the intersection.

Murdock lived in West Humboldt Park, worked as a barber and had two young daughters and a wife, according to his landlord, Manuel Gomez.

His family could not immediately be reached for comment tonight.

--Kim Janssen

Correction: Kelly has a son and a young daughter...Kelly and Daja.... no wife

Minnie Ripperton and I Just Want to Be Free

I am somewhere between broken and being put back together... and it is frightening and exciting at the same time. On one end, I am moving away from the life I initially came to know here in the inglorious city of New York. On the other end, I am building a new life from ground zero. New friends, new hair (LOL), new outlook, new persona and I am afraid and excited. To be frank, my ex boyfriend was the last string to my previous New York life. As much as I am sadden to leave them both, I am like a wide eyed baby doll looking at this city and my youth as an infinite possibility to be ok with being me.

To Be or Not To Be?

I have been wondering about the rules of attraction....

When you are a female, which is more important: to be physically beautiful or charming?

I always knew that you more with sugar than you do with vinegar but I'm not exactly sure what is the "it" factor. I have seen plain and even ugly women reel in the weaker species, other known as men, and I'm amazed. I guess if you are lacking in one area, you have to compensate in others. But I personally know that there is a lot that goes in to looking good and to be beat out by someone less attractive, well that is just plain unfair. (LOL)... I'm no charmer, so personally I know that anyone who dates me is superficial. Guys are usually amazed by how interesting I am and I do have a certain "Je ne sais quoi," but I wonder sometimes what they really want. Being docile is a trait that I see is quite appealing, it's like the cute puppy thing but I can never achieve that with my boca grande. Let's face it, I am a Black woman with Spanish descent, try to quiet the riot and endure my wrath. (LOL, just ask my ex boyfriends). Even though, I think i might get over on people a bit easier if I dumbed myself down, I have a hard time playing charades. It is cheesy to say but someone should like/love/want you for who you are and not what you look like or can potray....


Another thought from me


Be original

----- The Barbie Life

He Said "......." when I said "I love you"

‘Missing someone gets easier everyday. Because, even though it is one day further from the last time you saw each other, it is one day closer to the next time you will’