"JustTrina"

I love Halloween. Not as much as some fanatics, but I love the colors and the kids dressed up. I love that you get to be someone or something else for a day. It's fun. So I'm back from NY, a trip that held many interesting surprises and upsets for me. First upset, on the ride home from the airport, my dad informed me that he was in fact dating the woman he'd cheated on my mom with. The same chick that gave my dad a birthday card before my mother was even cold in the ground tellng him their hearts could fix anything together. The same woman I caught him kissing when I was on a secret trip one day. The same woman who could've screwed my family up just cuz she wanted her man. The same woman I don't respect for the above reasons and more. She's not even fly (my mom was) and my dad is, so I don't know what he sees in her. She sweats him so he doesn't have to work, I guess. Either way, I'll never meet her cuz my mouth is SERIOUS and I will let i...

The dates: January 2, 2006 - January 6, 2006 The place: Las Vegas, NV The plan: ALL OUT CHAOS!! I'm goin' to VEGAS!! No more going to the local pizza shop to play Golden Tee Complete , I'm headed out west for the real thing, baby!! So far I've got my homegirl Veronica on board and I'm probably gonna ask Wendy and/or Ricardo. I'm SO excited!! Mike's gonna be in a Beer Pong tournament out in Mesquite and I figure why not support him WHILE makin' a mess in the biggest little city in the world!! And I'm goin', no one can convince me otherwise. Which means the 25th Birthday Bash may end up being no more, but who cares, it's VEGAS!! They say what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. I say like I did in New Orleans, when in Rome...

All right, all right, I've been tagged by my blog mama, Ms. Cortney , to list 20 things about myself, so here goes: 1. That song "Lost in You," where Garth Brooks tried to cross over to pop as that weird guy Chris Gaines, LOVE IT!! 2. I learned the choreography to the "Givin' Him Something He Can Feel" video by En Vogue...And performed it for an ex. 3. I was once a size 20, huggin' a 22 4. When I was 20, I found out my dad wasn't my biological father 5. I wear a 36E bra 6. I may seem very emotional, but I'm the first person to call in a crisis 7. I have an obsession with underwear...worse than shoes 8. I love to drive and will drive anywhere, just gimme a reason 9. I secretly want to be on the cast of "Best Week Ever" 10. I, am the Queen of Queers 11. I sometimes dream about losing my dad or my brother and cry hysterically 12. I have a crippling fear of intimacy that I'm trying to get over 13. I love Jay-Z 14. I've struggled wit...

If you're a regular reader of my blog here, you know I like to think about things, analyze them and try to break them down. Usually having to do with love or sex. And today's no different so today I wanna take the time out to talk about what I like to call the "freak card." Now lemme explain. The "freak card" is pretty much what it sounds like. Much like a "coochie coupon," it represents the extent to which a female will go with a guy sexually. It's kind of tough, cuz a lot of people get caught up when they don't know the difference between an actual freak and the "freak card." A freak is a girl who likes sex. She knows what role sex plays in her life and understands she likes it. Sex is sex, nothing more, nothing less. No motives, no games. Now here is drawn a fine line. Men (and women) tend to think being a freak is equivalent to being a ho. So is not the case. A ho doesn't care who she has sex with and doesn't ...

Had to plug my boo Stevie Wonder , his new CD is out today and it's gonna be a classic (sorry, Corey, still no word on the new Michael Jackson release. Hope too many boy scouts haven't been hurt so far). So, after reading this blog, go out and pick it up. Ya know, people like to make it seem as though I'm a drama queen when it's really not the case. Sure, I get a bit worked up at times, something as small as a splinter gets as much attention from me as people get from lawyers handling accutane lawsuits (exactly), but still. You have to understand the method to my mad ness. I make the small things big so when the big things come along, I'm the calmest, most collected person in the room, tried and true. Anyway, on to the story... I was talking to my dad a couple of nights ago and our conversations are usually filled with him cursing unnecessarily and handing down orders of things he'd like done over the course of the week (I'm thinkin' I missed my calling...

Do I sell my Jay-Z tickets for a weekend of fun, or do I go to the concert, see my best friend and my family? I mean, I've been to NY once a month the past 3 months, but I wanna see Jay-Z. I also want some fun...The kind that's so bad it's good. Decisions, decisions. Dammit, I hate dilemmas!

Told you I'd work on gettin' music here, check it out! Jay-Z - 4719 Music Video Codes By: BigTimeVideos.com This may be more annoying than I really want, so gimme your thoughts.

All right, Friday is the "J.D. Power Rank Celebration Party" for my job. And, according to the Big Man (my boss), we're all attending. Which means I'll be working for about an hour and a half, sitting in a meeting til noon, then drinking until about 5 p.m. On a Friday. Open bar, with drink tickets flowing freely. Now let me explain the last office party I attended. It was back in April and went from 2-5 with free liquor. I was smashed. Inexplicably so. I don't remember much, but I do remember someone driving me home in my own car, performing "Proud Mary", tackling my brother's friend Terron, singing to my cousin and telling my aunt I was drunk and couldn't come visit her. What's worse, all that happened before 6 p.m. I fell asleep and woke up at 9 swearing off liquor for a while. Though I stick with my belief that I do nothing drunk that I wouldn't sober, that was one for the record books. Well, the plan this time around is to get drunk a...

I'm tired, guys. Tired of trying to make sure everything works out for everyone I'm involved with. It's draining and I can't afford to do it anymore. Since no one asked me in the first place, I doubt they'll be able to see a difference. I'm no longer going to set things up for people to become successful nor am I going to match my friends up in hopes of a wedding. From here on out, me, my mouth, body and mind are all focusing on ONE thing: myself. I'm not gonna worry myself with others' situations or try to make everyone happy. I am relinquishing my power over any and everything I may have had a hand in. If it makes me selfish, then so be it. I'm done.

We all know my thoughts on the whole "internet dating" ordeal. I just feel like the only people looking for "love" are degenerate perverts using the internet to sex up vulnerable singles. I can't say I know that for a fact but people I've spoken to have pretty much said the same thing, that you have to weed out the good ones. Wow, if I have to put all that effort forth, I may as well ACTUALLY date. Well, my friend Kristy has been "internet dating" some guy for about 2 weeks now and Friday she had her first face to face. She went about it the right way, I guess. It started out with emails and moved up to phone calls and moved up to an actual date. The guy lives in Crabapple (aka Ballersville) and seemed pretty nice, according to Kristy. So she went to meet him (after telling me her exact location like I was her personal portable gps handheld device) and called me later to tell me her next move. Which was to his house to watch a movie. At midnight o...

I went to the Alpharetta Wine Opener last night and got drunk. Not so drunk that I didn't know what I was doing, but drunk enough to want to reach out to some people and share some thoughts and feelings. But I didn't cuz I'm not a drunk dialer. What is drunk dialing, you ask? Picture this: It's 3 a.m., you're FUBAR'd and the object closest to you is your cell phone. You pick up the phone and start going through your phone book that has numbers of people you haven't spoken to in years but keep just in case they call you. You land on a number, usually an ex, a crush or someone you've decided you don't like and hit the "call" button. They answer, you let it all out. To you, the words make perfect sense and you're relieved to be sharing, but to them, it's mindless jabber. Mindless jabber that woke them out of their sleep, tore them away from their booty call or ruined their good time. Either way, you've got some answers (and questio...

I was talking to my cousin Debbie (the Princess) about dating last night when we ended up arguing about cultural differences. We're both Haitian, but I was raised Black American (that term itself is from the Haitian culture) whereas as she was raised with the culture deeply imbedded. I can honestly say I started "learning" how to be Haitian when I was 17. My friends all knew I was Haitian, but also knew I was basically in a Southern family. It's a long story, but I was kept as far away from anything Haitian as long as my mother could help it. That's just a little background, on to the argument. Now, Debbie and I are like night and day when it comes to men. She's not the sharpest tool in the shed and I cut someone before they get to use me. We're not only like that with men, we're liek that all around. I'm bookish, she's artistic. I'm witty, she gigles a lot. She's got numbers locked, I'd rather write a story. We're just...opposi...

You Are 50% Boyish and 50% Girlish You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch. Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes. You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them. You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be. How Boyish or Girlish Are You? I've said it before, and above is the proof. Explains a lot, doesn't it? :-P

Remember the So Many People Use Yout Name In Vain blog I wrote back in June? About my brother falling in love without really knowing what it's all about? Then the Am I Mad? blog solidifying my point? Well, after writing that blog, I fell back on commenting on my brother's love life. I must admit, he's still in the relationship with Azzuree, a girl who he says reminds him of a ghetto version of me (me, who he said he couldn't ever date) and things seem to be going all right. Here's my point: My brother went b-r-o-k-e trying to see to it that his girlfriend had a great birthday because of him. Hell, he threw ME under the bus for his boo and that's sayin' something. So after all that went down, I said to myself (like his friend Jamere said directly to HIM) that I couldn't wait to see what she did for his birthday. I kept that thought to myself because I really didn't want to have to go through another "you're-just-a-hater-cuz-you-don't-ha...

Remember that scene in Love Actually , when Juliet barges into Mark's house to watch the video he made for her wedding and how the entire tape was of her and she was all in shock cuz she thought he couldn't stand her? And he's so embarrassed, he tells her he's got something to do and all but kicks her out of his apartment. And what does he say? "It's a dignity thing, self-preservation and all." I f'n LOVE the English! Just when you think no one understands, some brilliant writer comes along and sums up what you're feeling with one great line. But I digress, on to the point. I lied to Corey. Well, I always lie to Corey, but this time I actually feel bad about it. I mean, I think it's only right that I did so, since I'm the one who has to live with it. See, my theory is, ask and I'll tell the truth. But you have to askme direct, which a lot don't seem to be able to do. That way, if you really want the answer, then you know you took th...