"JustTrina"

Back from Alabama, lovin' bein' home. I had a wonderful holiday weekend and I hope everyone else did, too. I relaxed, watched some movies and just hung out with my beautiful cousin Raechelle and my brother. I was tossing and turning in bed, and I just had to get these thoughts out of my head, save I go a little crazy. I'm trying to plan a trip to Miami in August with my homegirls (Wendy, Daph and Cort!), so feel free to look us up. We're planning on getting a HOT hotel room (aimin' for the penthouse) down on South Beach August 18-22. Fun in the sun, and I'm gonna ACT UP!! So, I think I'm over my crush on Corey. Well, not really, but I'm not to let myself get hurt, which I can totally see on the horizon. Because of my brother. Or maybe not, who knows. I'm sure it could be something else and I'm not gonna leave myself open for that kind of upset. So, like Martini says, I'm "ripping the band-aid off with one motion." Do I like Corey? ...

So I was at the car dealer this morning getting an oil change. I'm still in love with the TB, so she still gets special treatment, gotta love the honeymoon period. Anyways, I was sitting in the lounge, and CNN Headline News was on. They did a story about Chris Rock having not one, but TWO movies coming out this weekend, something I didn't even realize. So they were interviewing him and I couldn't help but notice the way he was speaking. On the heels of the "white sounding" issues I've been having, I was watching Chris (Rock, not my brother) and couldn't help but note that his speech had changed. The person CNN was interviewing wasn't the stand up Chris Rock or the Chris Rock I saw on B.E.T. the other day, or even the 'Chris Rock Show' Chris Rock, this was a totally different guy. He sounded white. And I mean W-H-I-T-E, the kind that gives even me a run for the money. It seemed so fake, and it bothered me. I felt like he wasn't being himself...

Well, I'm trying to convince Max to move out here to Atlanta, I think he needs a change of pace. He's crazy cool, too. We'd get into a whole lotta trouble paintin' the town red. Lemme explain Max, he's a cool kid who goes to my church at home. We went to school in Albany together, but my nose was still wide open off Fabrice, so I kinda ignored him. Then I moved back home and Max got FLY! But, to me, he's short. And I don't do short. But he's cool. So he's moving out here, cuz I said so. Alabama looks like a bust, my brother works. Looks like it's time to find out what the ATL has to offer for Memorial Day!! Besides gay pride, of course. My dad gave me a pretty good concept to write a book about today. I helped him enter the 21st century (cringe now, yes) and got him an AIM screen name. Now I have a lot of patience and it stressed me out, but then I checked Hulse's profile and saw this: Star Wars Horoscope for Sagittarius You are superbly wise...

Just a few random thoughts for today (blog title included)... Why is it that when a person speaks well, and they happen to be black, they're told they sound white? That pisses me OFF. I think the thing of it is is that I don't like ANY stigma being put on me. I don't wanna fit into any box a person may try to put me in. I'm not your average chick, I'm not your average black chick, I'm not your average Rocklander. I've spent quite some time trying to break any stereotype that could be associated with me or any person. Whatever, I don't sound white and if you think so, fuck you. Fuck you up your stupid ass! Moving on... Ever think you're flyer than you really are? Like, the body you see in the mirror and how you view yourself? I think it's pretty funny how that works out. Like, I see myself in the mirror and think, "I'm a sexy bitch" one day and the next, pick myself apart. I know I have a keen fashion sense and a pretty decent body, ...

I was surfing the 'net at work today (the actual work/play ratio is gettin' outta wack nowadays) and I stumbled across this article about Lionel Tate. Remember him? The kid who killed a little girl with wrestling moves out in Florida. They wanted to try him as an adult, but he was acquitted. Well, apparently getting off from one of the most serious crimes you can commit in this country just isn't enough. Lionel, what I used to call a victim that overcame the judicial system has gone and done this dumb shit . Now he's being held without bail and will probably go to jail for the maximum, since they couldn't get him the first time around. So, let me take a moment to talk to Lionel just in case (while in jail, of course) he stumbles across this blog. Lionel Tate, you're a fucking idiot. God gave you a second chance at life and you shat on it. Remember back in the Old Testament, when God would just WIPE OUT whoever fucked up and couldn't follow his law? Well, dum...

I'm goin' SHOPPIN'!! Life is so wonderful sometimes, I tell ya. My old apartment complex just called and told me they had a my deposit check waiting for me. Friggin' awesome!! I've been sulking around, swollen jaw, sad and upset about the pain. But now, with an extra $510.00 burning in my hand, I am goin' SHOPPIN'!! I'm gonna shop for Florida, New Orleans, Miami, L.A. and N.Y.!! I can't WAIT!! Now, I'm not gonna blow it all, I have some sense about me, but a LOT of it's going to my fashion addiction!! I have visions of skirts and sandals dancing in my head. And let's not forget, accessories, accessories, accessories!! Guess I really need to get crackin' on gettin' stuff out to Goodwill, cuz now I have motivation!!! I LOVE SPRING/SUMMER!! :-D

I hate passive aggressiveness, man, I really do. As usual, I have a story to follow. So, me and my brother were driving to La'Keyia's house for a round of swimming (I've been depressed recently, swollen jaw and all) and I took it as an opportunityto ask him about Corey. I told him nothing was set in stone and that I may have the slightest, tiniest baby crush on him. To which Chris became STRESSED out. He told me Corey was younger than he told me he was and that he had a girlfriend, both of which didn't really matter to me, cuz I'm not planning on marrying the boy. After a few minutes of silence, he basically said I was an adult and I was gonna do whatever I wanted to do anyway, so it was fine. I was really impressed with the maturity that my brother was working with and was happy that no real waves were caused. Then we got to La'Keyia's house. La'Keyia's never ready on time, so we ended up wasting some time in her apartment before heading to the pool...

Well, I've survived!! I'm alive, sans my wisdom teeth and I can't be happier. I had a pretty interesting weekend, filled with family, friends, applesauce and percoset. I had a pretty interesting dream last night, one that woke me right up. Well, I was in that stage, between being asleep and being awake, when there was a quick flash of imagery. The image was of a kiss, one of which I was the recipient. Thing is, I know nothing more than that. We were in a hotel room, I was sitting on the bed and this guy (no idea who) came over, bent down and gave me a kiss. And that kiss woke me up. No, not woke me up, energized me. My eyes popped right open and there I was, lying in bed at home. Weird. But it made something so crystal clear to me: We always hear about the frog that's a prince, but no one really talks about all the princesses out there that need to be kissed. Now, I'm all about people knowing their worth and loving and cherishing who they are. That's why I call ...

I'm happy today. I had a pretty long night last night, and I think it was supposed to happen that way. I went to La'Keyia's to get my hair done after work. Now, when you go to family, something that should only take an hour or so turns into an entire day. So, of course, we did like 10 million things before getting down to business. I baked her a cake (she said if I really loved her, I'd do it), we watched 106 & Park (which I hated every second of, had Corey not mentioned himself, Memphis Bleek and Jay Z, I wouldn't have watched) and went to look at houses. Long story short, I was home around 11:30 p.m., WAY past my bedtime. Knowing how late it was and how tired I was, for some reason I signed onto AIM. I was gonna put up my sleep away message when I saw that Corey, the birthday boy, was on. So, I immed him. Now let me explain Corey as best I can. He's one of my brother's very talented, very intelligent and creative friends. They met in high sch...

Google ( www.google.com ) is the greatest invention in the world, lemme tell ya. I used it to find out any information I could about the guy who was going to be performing my oral surgery Friday. I'm getting my 4 wisdom teeth pulled (thanks, Dr. Vincent) and going under general anesthesia. Now, I've said this before and I'll say it again, I hate the dentist. I have no problem with any other doctor, but when it comes to my mouthpiece, I can't deal. I think it's cuz I like to talk so much and the threat of losing that ability terrifies me. Whatever it may be, I'm scared as hell. I had a dream Saturday night about the surgery, which didn't help. The surgeon, a woman in my dream, didn't numb me up properly so I basically felt the teeth being pulled. I kept trying to tell her about it but, duh, I was still partially numb, so she didn't hear me. When I woke up, I was shook. My cousin La'Keyia keeps telling me to get a grip, but I still go to sleep at n...

I was writing and I needed a break, so I decided to stop and just relax. And how does Katrina take a break from writing? Apparently um....writing. Geez, I'm a loser... I tried to learn "Hello," the program that lets you post pictures and/or links in the blog. Needless to say, I have not a friggin' clue as to what I'm doing...And I'm okay with that. My "blog parent" does owe me a lesson, though (Cortney!). Well, my blog's been getting some burn out there in CyberWorld. At least, in my circle of influence. That would make anyone start to censor what they're gonna write or at least try to make it interesting. Ehh', not me, though. That being said, let me lend a disclaimer: The things written in this blog are how I feel at that EXACT moment in time and are usually just random thoughts I have. If we have a conversation about something and you see it blogged, don't get mad or offended because chances are, I've forgotten about what I...

Just a random thought for the day, cuz that's how I get down. Let me set up a scenario for you, see if my point gets across... This is for the ladies... You're in the club, lookin' fly. You're with your girls, havin' fun, buyin' your own drinks. You're just there to have a good time. You glance across the room and you see this FINE chocolate brother tryin' to catch your eye. You give him the contact, smile and look away, sipping your drink. Some time passes, and you can feel his eyes still on you. So you decide "what the hell," and make your way over to him. Walking up to him, you take him in. Broad shoulders, nice eyes, sexy lips, nice smile, you're thinking to yourself, "damn, this may be all right!" So, you finally reach the object of your lust, extend your hand and introduce yourself. He smiles and answers, "Oi was wundrin' when ya'd ge' ova he'!" You're thrown, shocked, feel betrayed even. To mas...

Okay, wow. My friend Martini, who I've spoken about a million times before apparently read my blog about his beastly comment and felt the need to rebutt on HIS blog, which I just read. Now, if you remember, about a month or so ago, Martini made a comment that hurt my feelings, about making a guy submit to dating me. He said a few things in his reply that I would like to address. Let the record show, I was over that nonsense like, 2days later and Martini and I talk all the time, YET AGAIN. But there are some things I just need to clear up. Writing's my therapy, so now it's time to let it go. I'm gonna take bits and pieces, but you can view the entire blog here : And so it begins... Now mind you Katrina isn't going after some 4 year old and his little buddies. She is going to attempt to go after her 19 year old brother and his 19 year old friends. GROWN men. So she goes to the room and once again says "Are you kidding me" very loudly. Now I don't know if...

As everyone knows, I've been single for about 3 years now. What everyone also knows is that my most memorable ex's name is Fabrice. I'd pretty much wiped the boy out of my life and out of my mind, but since we dated for over 2 years in college, people can't help but associate us together. Fine, I can deal with that. Now, I rarely keep in touch with ex-boyfriends, but I try to make nice when necessary. So Fabrice and I talk probably every 3-4 months. Whatever, on to the point (and another that arose today)... I sent Fabrice a text message asking him if he was moving to Atlanta, cuz I hear things and I wanted to know from the source. So he answers me and can't let it go, he's got a million more questions. So I told him I didn't want to talk, I just needed to know if I was moving anytime soon (I know, not nice, but I don't care, so plllttt!). Then he asked (cuz that's how he gets down) if he could stay with me when he came to visit. I told him no, that ...