"JustTrina"

**THIS BLOG IS SEMI-SEXUALLY EXPLICIT, SO DON'T READ IF YOU CAN'T DEAL (HA HA, I SAID SEMI!)** Corey sent me an email in response to a question I emailed him (the point here is that we email each other, phone conversations have come to a grinding halt, but that's a whole different blog for a whole different day). The question was (verbatim): Okay, so when you dance with a chick, do you feel her up? Like, hands on her thighs, then stray north? Even further, do you lick her neck? To which your boy's answer was (again, verbatim): if ur talkn bout finger blasting a girl n the dance floor then no i dont do that i just go were the song takes me Now, Corey has the ability to shock the hell outta me from time to time and each time he does, I'm speechless. More often than not, it's some sort of sexual imagery. And they're hilarious. Like, fall out on the floor, tears in my eyes hilarious. So when I read the email (at work) and came across "finger blastin',...

I saw Corey, Corey's fly and that's all I have to say about that. By reading this, you KNOW there's more. All I will say is, take the Capable... blog and kick it up a notch, cuz ya girl is CAUGHT UP! He got me. Now I gotta take a little time to regroup so I don't get retarded. I'm gonna get ready for the wedding, I'll post a bit later. Yeah, it's like THAT. That's how I roll!!

The Guys' Rules At last a guy has taken the time to write this all down. Finally, the guys' side of the story. (I must admit, it's pretty good.) We always hear "the rules" from the female side. Now here are the rules from the male side. These are our rules! Please note... these are all numbered "1" ON PURPOSE! 1. Men ARE NOT mind readers. 1. Learn to work the toilet seat. You're a big girl. If it's up, put it down. We need it up, you need it down. You don't hear us complaining about you leaving it down. 1. Sunday sports. It's like the full moon or the changing of the tides. Let it be. 1. Shopping is NOT a sport. And no, we are never going to think of it that way. 1. Crying is blackmail. 1. Ask for what you want. Let us be clear on this one: Subtle hints do not work! Strong hints do not work! Obvious hints do not work! Just say it! 1. Yes and No are perfectly Acceptable answers to almost every question. 1. Come to us with a problem only If...

So here's the deal, I'm thinkin' about goin' back up to NY. Like, for life. I mean, I love Atlanta and would love to stay, but my brother (aka my child) is just not making that easy. He's become a financial liability to me and I just cannot support him anymore. I'm not his mother. I'm all about taking care of him, but he is NOT my son. I have no children. I feel like moving back home, as much as I'd hate it, would give him the motivation he needed to get his ass in gear. Plus, it may be a good thing for him. Hell, it may be a good thing for the both of us. I just have to get over myself and convince myself that I'm not a quitter. Cuz that's how I feel. Like I couldn't hack it out here and have to run home to Daddy. On the other hand, I also know that that's not the case. I can hack it, I'm an adult and I've been on my own before. It's my brother's fault. I've just got to make him see the light. I don't know, I just...

Well, it's Sunday afternoon and I'm home alone. And what better for me to do than to sit ans putter around the house, twiddling my thumbs? I've had my outing for the day, been taken for granted and am just plain bored. I have no one to call (well no one I'd really like to talk to) and nothing to occupy my time. I don't have to cook dinner, my brother's spending the night over Jamere's and I don't have a boo to holler at. I would love nothing more than to dial some 678, 770 or 404 number and have a masculine voice pick up the phone so I can tell him to come on over. This is why an ATL shorty is a necessity. Sure, I've got Shane, but a call in to him would most certainly end in disaster. Corey's in NY and after last night's dream, he would wish he was here. Then there's Jamal, the guy I gave my number to only cuz he looked like Jay-Z, but on gp alone I won't call him. Looking back, that was a mistake and I did it just to give hi...

I'm sad. My husband, #1 in my 5 man arsenal, Marshall Mathers, is in rehab. For sleeping pills. I was hearing the news on the radio and was blocking it out before I came across this . I know he's rapped about drugs and all that, but him actually checking into rehab is pretty serious... I'll keep him in my prayers and ask that you all do, too. Just a tidbit of news for ya, and I'll explain the aresenal to ya'll one of these days...

All right, so I'm gonna say one thing, just gonna put it out there. If you want it, keep it. If not, you can send it right back. I miss Corey. And I mean, like, thinking-about-him-all-day-wondering-why-he-hasn't-called-me miss him. But then again, he's in Miami, with the beautiful people, so I can't hate. It's been 5 days and I miss him. There ya go, that's all I have to say about that. Moving on... It's been a strange week for me. I've had 2 migraines, gained 5 pounds, slept great, been stressed out, helped others, had my period, made nice and had a sex dream, all in 5 days. Not a bad week for me. And I did it all without reaching out to anyone in my network of friends. I'm a friggin' soldier! But yeah, this week has been pretty serious and the one thing that sticks out in my mind is that everybody was telling me how quiet I was. And I mean everyone. From La'Keyia to Kristy to my brother to Cheryll at work. Like I'm never...

I've been following this whole drama with Terrell Owens , wide receiver for the Philadelphia Eagles , for like a week now. Well, since camp started. For some reason, I have cycles where I sweat sports and then could care less. But football's always been the one that kept my attention. Could it be because my hot quarterback boyfriend from back in the day introduced me to it? Who knows, but it's football first for me, then basketball, then baseball. Anyway, T.O. (Terrell) was asked to leave camp cuz he was generally being a dick, to put it nicely. And as all dicks like to act, he didn't leave quietly, he held an impromptu press conference on his way to some island and told "the public" he knew why he was sent home and that Donovan McNabb knew as well. Talk about cryptic. McNabb didn't take that lying down, as you can only guess. He tried, like a soldier and laughed it off, but eventually got real urban and told T.O. to keep his name out his mouth. Having us...

I'm proud to say that after 5 months and 61 posts, I have FINALLY hit 200 views!! YAY!! I know it may not seem like much, but only about 10 people read my blog, so this is quite a milestone for me. And if ya wanna get technical, I only added the stat counter like, 3 months ago. AWESOME!! :-D That's really it for today. My mind is filled with a lot of stuff, but I gotta work things out on my own before postin' them. So, here we are 200 views later. I want to thank you all for reading and making me feel like my mindless little rants aren't just out there to be out there! Let's try and make 200 more, shall we? And some comments wouldn't hurt either, people! :-P Ya gotta celebrate the little things in life, y'know? So....I got views, I got views, I got views, YAY!! :-D

My friend Kristy and I were getting off the elevator at work and I was telling her the story about my ex, Jeff, who called me and was not the most pleasant man in the world. I'd called him to get his brother Jude's number and he called me back and was just rude. But I didn't really care, cuz he's wack anyway, so I kept it movin'. Well, I finished telling Kristy the story when the following unfolds: (Walking towards Brenda, the receptionist) Kristy: You and I have this great power to just piss people off without even trying JustTrina: I KNOW!! It's a skill I guess Brenda: What ya'll talkin' 'bout? (To JustTrina) Who you done pissed off now? JustTrina: My friend who's also unfortunately, my ex Brenda: (Walking away from desk, towards elevator) Well, that's not a surprise, you and men always have problems. You repel them. JustTrina: That's right, like OFF!! (makes mock spraying motion and shhhhhh sound) My perfume, it repels men AND mosquito...

Si nce writing my last blog where I said I’d talk about Corey in-depth, I've thought of nothing else. So, as promised, I plan to talk about Corey in this blog. And I’m gonna be real, raw and uncut, so expect a myriad of emotions to come through. Corey, I like him. Well, actually, more than like, but that’s all I’m gonna own up to. Like, he could’ve been hubby buh. And that’s big. Everyone I talked to about him (Wendy, Veronica and Ricardo, to be exact) all said they’d never heard me talk that way before. Not even with Fabrice. And I’ll give it to them, they were right. I was feeling Corey like nobody’s business. Aside from the issues with him being my brother’s friend, us being 1000 miles apart and of course him still living the college life, I was in a position to try and make it work. Was. Now, when I’m down for you, I will ride or die til the end. I’m just like that, all or nothing. And Corey had me there. On the low, I told Wendy I’d move to NY if we really got serious and want...

I think back on a conversation I had with Corey one time (one day I'll talk about Corey real in depth, but not today). It was about how calling me "ma" was just...woo! Anyways, he said something that I feel rings true to most, at least it should. He said he'd only call me "ma" if he really meant it. Something like that. And he's right. Most nicknames and/or pet names are given to people by their friends or significant others. Which brings me to today's point. I was visiting at La'Keyia yesterday, I hadn't seen my boo in a few days and just wanted to catch up. She called me and I thought she told me to come around back to get in the house. So I did. The back door was locked, so, being me, I was knocking on the door and calling her at the same time so she could let me in. When she first called me, she was breaking up and what she actually said (or meant to say) was once I got in the house, go to the back, to her room. Fair enough, my mistake. S...

I just spent a glorious day with my brother, just hangin' out watchin' DVDs and bondin'. It was awesome, just what I needed to get over the argument I had with my dad (may or may not blog later, still decidin'). We have cycles where we sweat each other more than usual and today was one of those days. Anyway, we were watchin' Booty Call and I was on the phone with Wendy and we started talking about how she always has a summer boo. I was giving her the rundown on who I thought was gonna get married. I said it was gonna be our friend Fabiola, herself and then my brother. So Chris asked me if I really thought he was gonna get married before me, to which I gave him a very emphatic "hell yes." And it's not that I'm knocking myself, I just know me and the level of difficulty I'm working with on letting people in. A guy can barely get me to be nice to him, much less decide I want to spend the rest of my life with him. And it's not all me, either, ...

So uh, no Miami for me, Wendy did me dirty like I knew she would. I don't know what it is about me, I trust too much. At least those I truly care about. I always want them to prove me wrong and when they don't, it doesn't hurt any less. All I know is, I have a $700 hotel bill that's hangin' around out there that SOMEONE needs to give me the money for. I'm used to getting screwed, but not so hard with no vaseline. That's a loss I will NOT take. Then, I call to complain to Corey and you know what ya boy does?!? Doesn't empathize in any way, shape or form. And that's cool, it's my own damn fault. He was the one person I felt like I could call to talk to about it and he was not nice at all. At first I was ANGRY and was gonna let him have it, but then I let it go. I don't know, maybe my liking him blinded me to the assholishness, but all that's come to an end. I'm gonna let him know how I felt, regardless of whether or not he even cares. I...

I figured I should try out the hot new picture feature using Blogger. I think because I had to work so hard to post my pictures before using wack ass "Hello," I don't appreciate the easy way out. So here are some pictures from the Big Easy. You'll have some faces to go with the names in my stories. And I will post pictures from Miami, praying Keyia gives me her camera. liked! That wasn't so bad, now was it? With time, I'm sure I'll get better with captioning and all that good stuff, but that's really all I've got for the time being. I posted pictures of people who don't mind, I gotta ask permission for the rest. So be on the lookout soon for Miami pics, cuz I plan to snap, snap away! I'm really bad with taking pictures, but I'm tryin' to change that, cuz memories are good enough for me, but the people who don't go get so angry that I don't put the experience on film. Whatever, we shall see. Cuz um, what happens in Mi...

New York fever is getting into high gear, the prospect of moving back is looking better and better to me. Not only that, it's becoming feasible. There's a lot goin' on in my head and I just need to get some of it out. The thing with being the one everyone turns to for advice and solace is that when you need someone to talk to, people are few and far between because they just KNOW you've got it together. Right. All I can say is thank goodness for this blog, cuz if not, I'd be extra STRESSED out! So here I am, to vent. First off, about NY. I'm thinkin' about moving to Brooklyn and trying to rent a New York office space to run some of my brother's business affairs from. Things are turning out to be a good look for him and I feel like he'll need me there. If things turn out the way they seem, I may end up doing just that. And not to mention, Brooklyn is the boro I LOVE (home of Biggie and Jay) and it's home but NOT home, y'know? My brother can m...