"JustTrina"

So I watched the B.E.T. Awards last night... And it was excellent. I LOVED it!! For the first time in a long time, I can say I truly enjoyed watching something on B.E.T. Will and Jada did it up and they did it right. They understand that we are black but they also know we don't have to act up when there are a bunch of us together. They pointed out the things we do, but didn't celebrate it or make mockery of it. Not only was I EXCITED to see the friggin' Fugees perform for damn near fifteen minutes, I was happy pretty much throughout the entire show. Destiny's Child was hot, Omarion and Ciara did their things (lip sync and all). Missy was so H-O-T that I was able to overlook Fat Man Scoop's naked torso. Even my little homos Ludacris and John Legend put it down and did their thing (I don't care how gay they are, I love 'em). The show was great. There was energy, fun, black people and most importantly, class, like Jada said. If they host next year, I would defi...

So Iwas checking out Martini's Blog when I stumbled across this interesting little bit. It's pretty cool, so I feel obligated to spread the cyber word. He knocked today's blog idea RIGHT out the box! So thanks, Martini, and here's to you. BOYS and GIRLS...what turns you on or off? Answer the descriptions and add more if you want...then REPOST this bulletin to see what turns your friends on or off too! and BE HONEST! GENTLEMAN: Turned ON or OFF when a girl: Dresses like a slut: Dresses like a grandma: Dresses like a prep: Dresses in all black: Doesn't care what she wears: Sings: Plays a musical instrument: Is skinnier than you: Is bigger than you: Is shorter than you: Is taller than you: Has straight teeth: Wears braces: Has chapped lips: Has green eyes: Has blue eyes: Has brown eyes: Has long hair: Has short hair: Drinks alcohol: Smokes cigarettes: Smokes pot: Wears glasses: Has blonde hair: Has brown hair: Has black hair: Has red hair: Is tan: Works out: Smiles ...

I was reading a friend's (I'll leave his name out, he says some real things about some real people, and I'd like him to live) blog one day when I came across one of my favorite words: Asshat. It's one of those words that makes you laugh while still summing up all things annoying when it comes to people. I work with a couple of asshats. Well, more than a couple but I actually interact with a couple. First up is Patrice. Patrice is an asshat. She comes from NY, so she tries to use that bond to see if she can get to me and possibly take my job. She kisses everyone's ass and is just geuinely trying to get over on everyone. She's referred like, 5 friends to work here and is just sitting back and waiting for the $1000 to come in for each of them. She's that type, and I don't like that type. She's fake and will sell you up the river if you gave her the chance. But not me, she knows better than to try that nonsense, cuz I will shut her ass down. So...

Ya know, I've always been that girl that didn't care what she looked like cuz she knew her personality was that bomb. And I still feel that way, most of the time. I know my fabulousness is made up of more than the clothes I wear and how I accessorize. But this morning, I felt (for the first time in the world) inadequate. Like no matter what, my personality wasn't enough. But that of course made me think, which made some questions come to mind. Then these thoughts.... Why, with all my greatness, should my size matter at all? All my friends tell me I'm not big and I don't see myself as big, but this morning was a bit of a reality check. I was on the phone with Corey and we were talking about my weight. Since he's really only seen head shots of me, he really knows nothing about my body. So I told him what size I wore (12, for anyone wondering). The thing is, his response wasn't reassuring at all. He then asked me if I was a 12 because of the girls (PB&J) or...

Every human interaction has a point at which a decision needs to be made. If you're "talking" to someone, there's a point where you need to decide whether or not you should date or just be friends. If you're dating someone, you need to decide whether or not you're gonna be exclusive. If you're dating and exclusive, the decision on the "Big S" needs to be made. My point is, everything has a progression. It's called developing. And it happens to all of us. So the reason for all that is that I think Corey and I have reached that point. We've been talking for a while now, on the phone basically everyday, for hours. But now I think it's time for a decision to be made, cuz my feelings are starting to evolve and reality is starting to set in. The reality that we live over 1,000 miles apart. The reality that he is a 21-year old COLLEGE STUDENT who just got an off-campus apartment. The reality that he is my brother's friend. The reality th...

Cuz I wanted to make my blog mama proud, I taught myself how to post pictures, so be on the lookout!! :-D This is what I'd look like on the red carpet (minus the PJs)

So I was talking to Brenda, the receptionist at my job, about some random things. Then she said something about her son, which made me think a little bit. A few months ago, I was joking around with her, saying she should hook me up with her son. Totally joking, of course, but what rubbed me wrong was that she ignored me. She always says how she loves me and wonders why I'm alone, but on the flip side, won't introduce me to her young, eligible son? That's weird. The only thing I chalked it up to was that she didn't want to mix work with personal, but that was a small saving grace, trust me. So of course I got to thinkin'. What makes me good, but not good enough? How can I be so awesome, but still be by myself? No one I know hangs out with me and says, "I know the perfect guy for you." I do it for them all the time, but whatever. Is it that my greatness is intimidating to men, so they're afraid to approach me? Or am I just "one of those" that ...

Okay, WHAT the hell is going on with my dad's side of the family nowadays!?! First off, my cousin Raechelle goes to the hospital cuz she dislocated her jaw in her sleep . Then, my grandmother's sister, whom we call "Aunt Maye," had a stroke. My grandmother's brother's wife died. And now, Raechelle's father, my uncle Raymond, is in the hospital, he had a stroke. Now, I know things happen in 3's, but DAMN, this week has been real serious. So I was telling La'Keyia about all the sickness and death goin' on in our family when a thought popped to mind: Where's the legacy of my family headed? I mean, there aren't many men in the family and the women in my generation really aren't down to have children. Hell, I told my dad my brother would be married with children before me. He believes in that whole institution. I want to have kids, of course, but the marriage part is REAL iffy. The thing with life is that you truly never know WHAT to ex...

Check this out, boredom at work is a bitch... The Keys to Your Heart You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free. In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored. You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring. You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic. Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with. Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment. You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred. In this moment, you think of love as commitment. Love only works when both people are totally devoted. What Are The Keys To Your Heart? Lemme know your results! :-D And this one, too, check it out!! Your #1 Love Type: ESFP The Performer In love, you relish every moment and tend to get caught up i...

Lemme tell you, I went to high school with the WRONG ages!! The kids who went to high school with my brother are SO much cuter than the guys I went to school with. If I'd only waited a few years, I'd be a whole different person...WOO! Examples are Stephen, one of Chris' best friends and our neighbor for a couple of years. Stephen is H-O-T. Not the h-o-t you'd take home, but the h-o-t you'd have a LOT of fun with behind closed doors. Then there's (of course) Corey, who's the handsome guy with a goal in life, that can make you laugh, and has real potential to be a good man. Both of them just hit the drinking age, serious. If I was myself, but my brother's age, I'd make a mess, for real. Anyway, the point is, I met this guy over the weekend (while helping La'Keyia move, which is too painful to talk about...still fresh) and he was SO funny!! He wasn't the cutest, but he wasn't ugly, either. As I saw more of his personality, he became cuter an...

Remember that movie "Jerry Maguire"? With Tom Cruise and that whole "you had me at hello" thing? Well, lemme tell ya, it's not that smooth in real life! I'm gonna say this, probably only once, then it's goin' in my little boundary box, all right? Last night, at 1:18 a.m., I swallowed my pride and told Corey I liked him. And he told me there was a mutual attraction between us. So I don't know what any of that means, but I DO know it's a big step. We were talking about something and I told him how I hated liking and/or being attracted to people, cuz the other person gets all the power. And I'm a control freak. Then I was suddenly overcome with the urge to tell him how I felt and bl-bl-bluh, so I got off the phone with him. See, the thing with me is, I shut myself down when it comes to sharing how I feel with people a LOT because it's just not a side I tend to show. I mean, I DO things for that person, but I don't think I verbalize i...

Love. What a bitch. It's probably the greatest and the worst thing that can happen to a person at the same time. But the thing is, you have to KNOW what it's all about before you can go around spewing the word to every chick (or guy) you talk to. And that's what we're gonna talk about today, l-o-v-e. Love is something that develops. From that random thought about a person that makes you smile to you counting the minutes until you see them again. It starts off simple, with regular conversation, then grows into a bonding experience. Love is universal. It doesn't care who you are, what you do, what you look like or how you go about things. Love happens, then things happen. You can't help it, you can't control it. Ask the girl who falls in love with her best friend, or the man who falls in love with his mom's stepdaughter. Love is something that we're all looking for, I don't care who you are. Even me, being a cynic at heart, I hope to me...

I was reading waiterrant's blog (I like to keep up with my favorites, and his is one!) and I stumbled across an interview he'd done for NYU's Digital Journalism class. It wasn't so much the interview I took notice of, but the fact that blogging has become such a phenomenon. We now live in a world where less and less people are spending 50 cents to read the paper, but are instead spending hours in front of a computer reading it. With even more popularity, people are blogging. The word "blog" is short for weblog, an online diary of sorts. A blog is an outlet where people can share thoughts, beliefs and quirky tidbits about themselves with the world behind a curtain of anonymity. Well, NYU's THISISNOTABLOG site is pretty awesome. I was reading a lot of interesting things about blogging and how it's gonna change the world. The thing about blogs is that they're meant to be entertaining. Your education level or economic status don't matter when you...

So I was on my way to work this morning and a funny thought crossed my mind. My mind races constantly, but this was SO funny. Oft times, if you pull up next to me in the HOT TB (still love her), you'll catch me talking to myself or performing, depending on the time of day. So anyway, I was listening to Marques Houston's CD and was listening to the lyrics when I realized something: I'm not like, sexy. At least not when I try to be. I hear from people I know that they think I'm sexy and what not, but when I'm actually making an attempt, I think I'm corny. Oh, I am SO corny. Phone sex with me is not a fun ordeal. Dirty talk, that's a joke. And believe me, I've tried and failed miserably. I'm that girl who will give a guy the most sultry look in the world and then walk RIGHT into a wall (or locker, whichever's more comical). Without fail. What's sad is, I think that's hilarious! Cuz this is from a girl who uses the word cock almost everyda...

If you know anything about me, you know I'm a romantic at heart. It's weird, cuz I'm a cynic, too. Quite the combination, I tell ya. But anyway, if there's another thing you know about me, it's that I write romance stories. When it's not happening to you, you'd be surprised the things your mind can create!! But here's the thing, I wanna say something. I'm gonna put it out there; if you like it, you can take it, if you don't, send it right back (I'm in a Ron Burgundy mood today, I guess): I'm thinkin' about posting some stories. Some I've written already, some I've been thinking of. Lemme know what you all think. And another thing, I don't use fictional characters. I use real people I know with fictional stories. Some people are my friends, some people are famous (don't know any famous people yet, but I'll use their names). If you don't want me to use your name, lemme know. I don't know when I...

So I saw my family this weekend. My Auntie Gertha, Debbie (the Princess), David, Crystal and my new boo Omari. It was, in a word, wonderful. See, the thing with my mom's side of the family is we all LOVE each other. And I mean, LOVE, we're ALL close and it's a huge family. But we all somehow keep in touch. Ask my dad, he'll tell you I love my mom's side more than his side. Which isn't true, but I will say my mom's side is realer and there's no question about how everyone feels. My dad's side likes to keep things swept under the rug and act fake towards each other. Now if you know me, I don't do fake. So I will admit, I gravitate to my mom's side more, but that doesn't mean I love anyone on my dad's side any less. But yeah, I saw them and I loved it. It was a good weekend, good talk, good weather (Sunday, at least) and family. So, I'm thinkin' I want a new cell phone, but I want it to be JUST like the one I have, o...

They say all's fair in love and war. Well, I'm a big cynic when it comes to the former and am virtually unconcerned about the latter (Bush is gonna do what he wants to do), but I heard something on the radio this morning that was interesting. First, let me tell you that The Bert Show is the funniest damn morning show to hit radio, save Star and Buck Wild. Check it out sometime, the station's online. Anyway, this woman was talking about how she went to pick up her boyfriend's dry cleaning and apparently her boyfriend's other girlfriend was the one who dropped it off (what a pimp!). So, girlfriend #1 calls girlfriend #2 and they make this plan to catch the boyfriend in the act. But get this: Girlfriend #2 used the opportunity to help the boyfriend get all his stuff from girlfriend #1's car, apartment, etc. So, girlfriend #1 got screwed and girlfriend #2 got and kept her man. Funny stuff. So, they called girlfriend #2 to find out what happened and she basically sa...

Well, I got a little treat when I woke up this morning. The stork paid me a visit!! After being intorduced to the world of blogging by my blog mama Cort , I've now spawned a blog baby of my own!! My bestest friend, Ricardo, told me I inspired him to start his own blog. As his blog mama, I'm obligated to introduce him to whomever may read my blog. Check, check, check it out, guys!! Get Ricnotized... As your blog parent, I wanted to let you know I'm here for you, whenever you need help with the blog and whatever Cort teaches me, I will pass on to you!! Love ya, have fun!!