Change is the Constant

O ne of my favorite news/blogs comes from a little place called The Huffingtonpost.com. I discovered Huff Post while in college, and I have NEVER looked back. I used this site to help me stay up-to-date on the fly, and on most occasions it gets the job done. This is just a tid bit of information that is relatively unrelated to the subject of this post. While scouring through the site I always sift through the blog reels. Today, I stumbled upon a subject that has been circulating around fellow blog sites. The subject is "Things I'm Afraid to Tell You" . It's quite nerve racking to consider this, and I am fairly open on my blog, but here goes nothing. "The moment that you feel that, just possibly, you're walking down the street naked, exposing too much of your heart and your mind and what exists on the inside, showing too much of yourself. That's the moment you may be starting to get it right." - Neil Gaiman Things I'm Afraid to T

H ave you ever been propositioned by someone? Have you ever been approached with a question, no, more like a desire that someone wants only you to fulfill? Well, I was approached with one recently. It was a sexual request from someone from the past. The only thing is, I have this whole 'my body is my temple' thing going on at the moment, and I'm not willing to lay down for anyone. So, I started to do some research, and by research I mean a Google search. My exact search terms were, "is it okay to have sex with someone you don't love". Then I felt like a silly little girl for acting as if I had been in love each time I had opened my legs. Don't judge me... All sorts of links came up: pity sex, charity sex, and then I came across an article on Psychology Today : "Pity (or mercy) sex is an experience in which a woman (or a man) is not particularly attracted to someone who is in love with her and wishes to have sex with her; she sleeps with him n

I know this bitch, and her name, is Karma. "Karma" is defined as, "Destiny or fate, following as effect from cause." I know this bitch, and her name, is Karma. She only comes around when I've committed a crime, sin, or lie. She only shows her face when I'm weak, low, or open. She only strikes me when I'm down, defeated or in love. So, let me just be clear instead of talking in circles. I did something that would effect someone that I love. I did it without care or thought. I was lustful, and I got exactly what I wanted. I then told the person that I love that I committed this act. The person that I love swallowed the truth whole, and looked me in my eye and told me that I was still loved. Days pass, words are exchanged, promises are made, and then BOOM! Karma knocked at my front door. She walked right into my life. Beat me with a bag of bricks, and then left me for dead. The person that I love also committed an act that would di

I n two days I'll be on a plane from Philadelphia, PA to Miami, FL. In two days, I'll be receiving the first check that will reflect my pay raise, and in two days I will have consumed more alcohol then necessary. Sadly, I still have two more days to go because today is only Wednesday... Since the last post things have changed. They changed because they had to, and that's what tends to happen. I moved my self, and my personal things to Brooklyn. My company has settled into the new east side location, and we have all managed to workout the kinks of the new commute. My roommates are in a class all by themselves. They have welcomed me with open arms, and open hearts. I really appreciate everything they have tried to do, and I'm excited to come back here and really submerge myself into things once I return from Miami. After the disappointment my family handed to me while going through all of this, I've decided to give them some alone time. I'm no