"JustTrina"

For the first time in a long time, I am crushless. That doesn't mean I don't want to date anyone, it just means that my sex drive is shot. I know that reads weird, but it makes TOTAL sense when you think about it. Over the past few months, I've had crushes, asked guys out on dates and flirted with a NUMBER of young men. All to no avail. Which brings me to my quarterly period of introspection. The last guy I asked out told me that I was great and down to Earth (read: fat) and he knew that things could change, but he saw us as nothing more than friends (read: never gonna happen or he'd sleep with me and deny it later). The guy before that told the entire city of Atlanta that I was creepy. He said it was for radio and I believe him, but I'm too phenomenal to settle for that. So we're friends but the crush ended. I think before that was Scooter Braun and we know how that turned out. Anyway, there's no one on my radar right now. Yeah, I'm "chatting up...

I know it's been a while guys and trust me, I miss you too. For lack of inspiration, I just wanted to post to remind you all that a) my birthday is in 14 days (the 18th) and of course: TODAY IS THE DAY SHAWN CARTER WAS BORN And I love him.

Hello, my loves, I've mssed you all dearly!! I see it's almost been a month since my last post and that's just unacceptable so please accept my dearest apologies. Reaching the ripe young age of 25, I've discovered that there are some things I could stand to learn. First, my patience isn't as phenomenal as I thought it was. I find myself upset and annoyed at the smallest things. Maybe I spent so much time alone I never noted my impatience and mistook it to be patience. And congratulating myself for being so, no less. Second, I need to gain better control of my emotions. One week I've got a crush on someone, the next it's someone new. I know that being at the station now exposes me to different young men and we all know my weakness lies with those that are different, but it's getting out of control to say the least. First, there are my steadies: Dekker (I put my handcuffs in his mailbox...thank goodness he hasn't checked it in like, a month!) and Mikha...

You Are 50% Left Brained, 50% Right Brained The left side of your brain controls verbal ability, attention to detail, and reasoning. Left brained people are good at communication and persuading others. If you're left brained, you are likely good at math and logic. Your left brain prefers dogs, reading, and quiet. The right side of your brain is all about creativity and flexibility. Daring and intuitive, right brained people see the world in their unique way. If you're right brained, you likely have a talent for creative writing and art. Your right brain prefers day dreaming, philosophy, and sports. Are You Right or Left Brained? Never say I didn't say it...

Last night (this morning), a young man by the name of Lawrence was hitting on me. I gave him a ride home as he was the friend of someone I'd been out partying with. Lawrence was (smashed) slightly intoxicated and couldn't seem to keep him hormones in check. Every word out of his mouth was "baby" or "boo." Luckily, these words don't phase me unless I truly care about you, so all I did was laugh. Anyway, when I drop people off, I wait until they get to where they need to be. Be it home, their car, someone else's house, wherever, it's just something I do. So I dropped (a very disappointed and horny) Lawrence off at his car and waited for him to get in. As I was pulling off, he yelled for me to wait and told me he had a present for me. I did a mental eye roll as I noticed something was indeed in Lawrence's hand. Thinking it was a business card I was about to throw away, I held my hand out. Lawrence handed me a dead butterfly. I was speechl...

The rough and tough life of surburbia . You have GOT to be kidding me!

Let me start today's blog by saying: GO GIANTS!! I'm not a fan of them, but Dan told me to blog about them and he's the only man on Earth I listen to without question. Now that that's done, moving on. Ever notice a couple that, in your opinion, is completely mismatched? He may be short, she may be tall; he may be thin, she may be larger; he black, she white or vice versa? Ever look at those couples and wonder how they can appear so happy when it seems like odds are against them? Well, I do. I see couples like that and applaud them for taking a chance on each other. Once the initial stab of envy over the fact that they're even a couple subsides, of course. If you listen to the classic love songs, usually there's a give and take that brought the lovebirds to the point of serenading one another. Words like "until you", "change my life" and "no one else" are usually staples in those songs and they're meant to convey the message tha...

And this is why I hate the Myspace.

I'd like to take you all to a time back in the day (which was a Wednesday) circa 1996 when I had what my friends liked to call an "unhealthy" attraction to Leonardo DiCaprio . He made my cry in Romeo & Juliet , made me feel for him as the Man in the Iron Mask , had me pulling for him in Basketball Diaries and I wanted him to be the king of my world in Titanic (I had to do that, I'm sorry). Then he disappeared on me for like, 2 years (6 years Hollywood time) only to re-emerge in the waste of celluloid called The Beach. Then there was the (epic?) Gangs of New York, which I couldn't sit through without falling asleep (I'll have to take a "Braveheart" day to get through it...in time). I never saw The Aviator, but I've heard good things (side note: not to be a retard about this, but as an avid moviegoer, I canNOT seem to wrap my head around Oscar winning films, it takes me FOREVER to get around to watching them and when I do, the experienc...

Show Me What You Got I can barely contain myself...

Ever have someone stare at you in a way that just makes you uncomfortable? Not the "I think you're pretty and think you're out of my league so I'm just happy with looking" kind of stare, the "I'm gonna catch you alone in the parking lot, kidnap you and f*ck your mouth whilst you're tied up with duct tape and bleeding from the head" kind of stare. I get the latter stare everyday and immediately want to take a shower. It creeps me out, Super Starer, and you're on notice.

Last night, the boss sent Shawn , Adrian and myself out to my favorite place in the world, Atlantic Station to do a bit (radio speak for skit). Apparently, Atlanta was recently voted the number one city for the worst sleep. So the ladies of the Bomb Squad hit the streets as sheep to help the residents of this fine city get a good night's rest. Equipped with signs (and sheep ears), Shawn and Adrian patrolled Atlantic Station "baa-ing" while I got comments from onlookers. It was good fun. But that's not the point of today's blog, I was just sharing some of my antics as an intern. On the way from the radio station to Atlantic Station, I was playing my Justin Timberlake CD when my favorite interlude came on and I turned the volume up. Adrian shares my love for this interlude and proceeded to moan and have all but an actual orgasm in the backseat of the TB. I was zoning and singing the song myself until I realized what was going on. I turned to Shawn (and turned the...

As I was working today, I noticed a recipe book for cakes. We all know I love to cook and bake, so it should come as no surprise that I started combing through it. To commemorate the end of Fat Week, I usually bake a cake or cook a big meal, it's my thing. Thing is, my brother's usually around to partake so I never have to worry about leftovers. When I got in my experimental moods, he was there to pick up the slack and give me his opinion. It was a win-win, I cooked and relieved my stress...and he ate, which is by far his favorite thing to do. It's times like these when I realize how much I miss him. Recently, I was trying to find the perfect macaroni and cheese recipe to suit my tastebuds. Only on recipe was tried because I couldn't bear to eat the leftovers. So that's been left undone. Now here I am at the end of Fat Week with a recipe itching to be baked and no one to eat it. I'd take it in to the Bomb Squad, but I'm thinkin' that's just asking to...

Corey once told me (and just re-iterated) that I should have cameras follow me around. And I agree, and I thought my messed up family would be entertaining to watch. Never have I been proven SO wrong (not sure if "wronger's the right word for that sentence). In my LIFE. Meet the Carters: Yes, that's the Backstreet Boy and the disney kid that dated BOTH Lindsay Lohan and Hilary Duff going at it. What it had to do with Paris Hilton, I could NOT tell you but this scene won my loyal viewership for the remainder of the season. Not to mention the alcoholic sister that smokes as she cooks (and drinks) with the dream of being a chef and the drug addicted crazy mom that just asks for money. I love every second of it, the Carters have shown me dysfunction epitomized.

I' m having what I like to call a "fat week." What's that, you ask? It's a time when I'm simply not feeling confident, fun or approachable, I feel fat. This has nothing to do with "the curse" or anything else, it's just how I feel. I use the term fat in reference to myself all the time, but it's meant to be funny, takes the power away from the word. But every 6 months or so, I have a week where I do indeed feel fat and no one can tell me different. When I'm going through fat week, it's undetectable to those who do not know me and those who do, know the drill. What happens during fat week is one of two things: I become reclusive, wear fat clothes and am just all around unpretty or I'm just a quiet, fat blob that shoves her face with whatever taste tickles her palette at the time (usually McDonald's and coke). When blogging, I either do not write at all or write angry, ego shredding compositions about the world, life a...

When your phone rings at 4:21 a.m. and a young man advises you that he is not a douche, contrary to how you may feel, he kinda grabs your attention. So this shall serve as a public apology to you, I concede this round. You are not a douche indeed, and thanks for setting me straight. Dream sweet.

Just had to share: I was walking downstairs from getting some air on the dock (where UPS parks) and about to hop on the elevator when a woman I've never seen before starts singing "There she is, Miss America." I tried to ignore her but couldn't help but turn around (curiosity will be my downfall, mark my words) to see who was singing and more importantly, to whom the song was being sung. When I turned around (and my face was none too pleasant, I'm sure), she smiled and said, "Yes, you, Miss America! You look lovely today." I said thank you and immediately opted to take the stairs. To the 4th floor. Cuz THAT wasn't creepy...

Why is it that when I'm interested in a guy, he's a complete dick but when I'm not interested, he's the sweetest thing to walk the Earth? Last night I met (or was followed by, depends on the perception) a young security guard at Phipps Plaza. I was there to see the premiere of School for Scoundrels (which was a good watch, by the way...and I find myself ODDLY attracted to John Heder...maybe I'm in heat) and Peter must've felt I need company. From parking underground to the movie theater, Peter followed me and wouldn't shut up. Now I'm not rude and don't need to be convinced to have a conversation, so I spoke to him while we rode up. I knew I was in trouble when he said, "Oh man, I wasn't even supposed to come up here," meaning he was so enthralled by my presence, he forgot to do his job. Realizing that, I went into deflection mode and turned whatever charm I had going on, off and sent him on his way. Waiting to be let into the premiere,...

Some things are just too easy to blog about!! What an idiot... What a way to try and get out of your contract, right!?! T.O. just doesn't want to play football. Goin' to the School For Scoundrels premiere tonight, look for the review later.

1) Open Letter to Falcons Fans I understand you’re upset, but you have to be honest with yourself, did you really think you had a chance? Stats aside, you’re not looking at the big picture. This was homecoming for the Saints, and the team’s been through a lot. With a hurricane ripping their stadium to shreds and not knowing whether or not they will even EXIST next year, the NFL had to throw them a bone. Last night’s game was one of emotion, not talent or skill. I saw penalties called that made me think I didn’t know anything about the sport, to be honest with you. But it’s over and done with, all right? You’ve got to move on, use that short-term memory the coaches are always yelling at the players about. There are other games to worry about and guess what? The Saints have to come here, too, don’t they? You’ll get ‘em then. Yes, Atlanta is the better team, but you have to remember that half of sports is politics. To think that the commission was gonna let the Saints lose and miss out on...

Damn his body is the hottest Got eyes that make me drown I see you boy... (I'll drop it low) He comin' up from the city (To tha flo') Yea he know what he doin' (Yea yea yea) He doin' that right thang (Yea yea yea yea ea) I never shoulda called him to my crib to do that night thang... 'Cuz I'm in lust wit a player He callin', he textin', he knowin' He got me real open I'm in lust with a player He told me from jump he was playin' But I ain't goin' nowhere cuz he's gamin' I'm in lust with a player.... Out of all the dudes he be the flyest No other guy can break me down, he got me gone (nose open wide) He got me checkin' my voicemails (filled with his lies) Yea, commands my attention (Yea yea yea) Did I forget to mention (Yea yea yea yea ea) I keep callin' him over to my crib to do that night thang 'Cuz I'm in lust wit a player He callin', he textin', he knowin' He got me real open I'm in ...

Let me go on record saying that I am not a jealous person by any means. One of the best pieces of advice my dad gave me was that if a man is going to cheat, 99% of the time it's got nothing to do with you. Words to live by that have shaped my outlook on relationships. But I'd also like to go on record and say that I am human. And I am prone to jealousy, bottom line. I'm not the chick from "You So Crazy" jealous, and half the time a guy won't even know that my jealousy has reared it's ugly head cuz I try to get over it ASAP. Jealousy is a personal emotion and is cause for unnecessary drama in relationships. Why the rant, you ask? Strange thing, I felt a stab of jealousy tonight and I don't know why. Over a guy I don't know, and that bothers me. But the jealousy made me think about dating and my age group. Pretty much, dating from 18-30 is shot to shit. As bleak as that may sound, it's true. Our generation has been raised to look for the next bes...

Why I've loved Weird Al since " Eat It "...

First, let me just tell you guys that before 7:30 this morning, my blog has changed three times. First up was me talking about how I'll probably always be single cuz I don't stroke egos. Then came the idea of how tepid my sex life is and how sad it is that I have to live vicariously through my friend who was getting a pre-breakfast treat this morning. That brought me to the topic of this blog. My friend didn't get buns this morning. She was shaved, primped and about to get in her car when she got the call. Let me explain, she GOT UP at 6:30 (technically, I woke her up cuz I called to tell her I was jealous and wanted her to bumflick it once for me), got ready (dressed in "easy access" clothes), stretched and planned for a good time only to be told she couldn't come. (side note: I have my own thoughts about the situation that I'm gonna share. They have nothing to do with today's blog, it's just a little of my insight on the sitch*. He told her she c...

But I need a maid!! I mean, someone to come into my house every other week to clean up the horrendous mess that is my apartment would be nice. Don't get me wrong, there are no ungodly creatures lurking about or unsavory fragrances wafting through the air, but the place could use some organization. Every time I decide to spend a weekend at home to take care of it, I get sidetracked and end up just sleeping or watching TV. I did laundry last week and guess where it is? On the other half of my bed. Why? Cuz no one sleeps in the damn thing but me and it's a king. I'm just not motivated. I leave my house for work at 7:30am and don't see it again until around or later than 11pm. That's like, 16 hours where I don't even RESIDE in my house! Then, on the weekends, I'm usually running a movie train and just being a lazy bum trying to catch up with all I missed during the week. Then the cycle begins again. I'm just gonna have to change my life and manage ...

There are two things I love to do: make out and moonwalk. My favortie job has made my dream come true. Any takers, e-mail me and I'll enter you into my appointment book. I'm a good girl, but sometimes I love being single... See ya Saturday!!

Ever notice when someone's about to say something screwed up, they start with a disclaimer? It's usually something along the lines of "don't get me wrong, but," or, "I'm not trying to be a jerk but," and they follow it up with quite possibly the cruelest statement you've ever heard. That being said, let me let you all know that I love my dad. But he's a dick. And I've told him as much. Now just 'cuz my dad's a dick doesn't mean I don't love him dearly. Anyway, the reason I say he's a dick is because every time I tell come home, there's some sort of drama. At Kevin and Shirley's wedding, I was looking fly (everyone said so) but my dad didn't say I looked nice. I don't look for validation from him and didn't think about it until the following conversation with him the next morning: JustTrina: Daddy, my whole body hurts, man! G-Money: From what? JT: Dancing all night! I didn't get off ...

Before I start today's blog, I have a few announcements to make: First, I've been blessed with the opportunity to for a local radio station out here, All The Hits Q100. It's not something I've advertised because I honestly want to keep it under wraps until I'm a little more established there. I'm the newbie and the last thing I wanna do is tell the world something that may not last long. I haven't even told my dad (which I'm sure he's PISSED about). It's cuz I think my boss hates me, but that's all right, a lot of people hate me. We're both Sagittarians so that could be a factor. Or it could be attraction, who knows. I just know that sometimes he won't even look at or address me which in turn makes me snarky and distant. I know, I think way too much sometimes, but it makes me a worthwhile intern. So you can check us out online and drop your thoughts here to be passed on to the big guy. Second, Suburban Underground is picking up again ...

September 6, 2006 NY Post -- BEYONCÉ Knowles may not have gotten an engagement ring for her 25th birthday from her man Jay-Z, but she got something better. Jay took his longtime sweetheart to the Time Warner garage early yesterday morning and surprised her with a 1959 Rolls-Royce convertible, said to be worth $1 million. Our spy says Knowles was "speechless." Knowles' official birthday was Monday. A rep for Knowles declined to comment. 1959 ROLLS-ROYCE SILVER CLOUD I JAMES YOUNG CONVERTIBLE COUPE Well, in case her album doesn't do so well, she's got her ballerific boo to fall back on. If I were her, I'd put those childbearing hips to work and start makin' babies.

Have you ever heard a song (as a lady) and said to yourself "If a guy played this song, he'd get the draws." None of that haughty scoffing cuz you're a lady, suck it up and be real. I know for a FACT that dudes hear certain songs, scrunch up their faces and say to themselves, "If I play this for a shorty, the panties is comin' OFF!" Well, whether or not you wanna admit it, those songs are out there. For Baby Boomers it's Marvin Gaye's "Let's Get It On," Teddy Pendergrass' "Turn Off the Lights" or anything with Barry White's voice in the background. For Gen-Xers and Gen-Yers, it can be anything from Jodeci's "Stay," George Michael's "Until the End of Time" to Color Me Badd's "I Wanna Sex You Up." You know it's "that song" when you can't get enough of it and it's on repeat on your playlist. As it plays, you sway from side to side with your eyes closed, i...

All right, before I step up on a soap box, let me say: Happy NFL Kickoff Day!! Today marks the beginning of 21 weeks of pure, unadulterated adrenalin, awesome commercials and intensity unknown by any other sport. Ladies, prepare yourselves to either step ya game up or kiss your boyfriend goodbye. I, fortunately, have nothing to worry about, for two reasons: a) there's no man for me to worry about losing and b) I'm one of those lucky girls that KNOWS what the hell is going on and can hold her own at any fantasy football dinner. Between Madden and football, I've got the male population on lock for the next few months. Now excuse me as I step upon the aforementioned soap box... WHY on this overpopulated and overheated Earth would P. Diddy perform his new single " Come to Me " without guest star Nicole Schwarzenegger ? Seeing as how a performance in front of quite possibly her biggest audience EVER could conflict with Nicole's gyrating strip-tease stage show with...

Co-Worker: JustTrina!! JustTrina: Hey, CW, wassup? (BIG SMILE) CW: Happy B'Day. (BLANK STARE) JT: Wha-?!? Are you KIDDING ME!?! Now you're not allowed to say that to me AGAIN. Not even on my birthday. CW: I don't like her either, but I knew it'd piss you off. And I think that's funny. ****END SCENE**** My co-workers know me too well...Already, sheesh! So, a few things: I heard Beyonce's CD...Not a fan. And it's not even that I hate on her and want to set her weave on fire cuz I can call a spade a spade. There are some artists I HATE...but I can't be mad at their talent. Not this time, though. B'Day's not a good look. Next, since it's first listen week, I think you should check out Justin Timberlake's HOT new addition to the music community (and soon, my library), FutureSex/LoveSounds . See, Beyonce, when you know your CD's hot and is gonna sell anyway, you don't care who's gonna listen to it early cuz chances are, they'r...

From John Mayer's Blog. THURSDAY, AUGUST 31, 2006 REALLY ENJOYING THIS SONG. POSTED BY JOHN MAYER AT 10:32 AM FROM NEW YORK, NY Nuff said. Besides the fact that I love every second of it.

Dr. Dawson: JustTrina, why haven't you been to the doctor in 4 years? JustTrina: Cuz I figured I wasn't bumpin', so what's the point? Dr. Dawson: When was the last time you had sexual intercourse? JustTrina: January 1st of this year. Dr. Dawson: And before that? JustTrina: May of 2001. Dr. Dawson: And you never thought to go to the doctor in that time? JustTrina: Dude, I don't have a penis. I don't have to "use it or lose it." Dr. Dawson: No, but I guess you want your uterus to fall out as you're walking one day. JustTrina: That can happen? (pause) Ah well, so long as it makes the periods end, I'm all right with that. Dr. Dawson: Get out of my office...I will see you next year. JustTrina: Whatever makes you feel better at the end of the day, doc.

----------> You have GOT to be shitting me. Then again, I can see it. Further proof that a brilliant mind can't get you as far as awesome boobs and bleach blonde hair. So go ahead, get those implants and buy that bottle of Clairol hair dye!! I'm starting the pool on how long it will last...I say RIGHT til the holidays, then it's curtains. I mean, c'mon, she probably only dated him for writing "Daughters," figuring Papa Joe could only approve of a man who wrote a song like that. Beats bad boy, unkempt potty mouth Dane Cook any day. Well, if it works, it works, that's what I say. Nothing nowadays promised and if they can make it work, more power to them. Besides, John may get some new material for his comedy routine . UPDATE: Apparently, I'm not alone on this one.

Reading a book has never been a struggle for me, but I recently discovered my nerd kryptonite: The 9/11 Commission Final Report . As intriguing as it may seem to read about the events leading up to and after the hugest terror attack on American soil, political jargon is boring as all hell. And I tried, trust me, but to no avail. But fear not, for Slate , my favorite online magazine, has made a dream come true. They are showcasing The 9/11 Report: A Graphic Adaptation . Yes, you read right, and it's awesome. Illustrated by Sid Jacobson and Ernie Colon, this graphic novel takes you through the entire 9/11 Report. I love graphic novels. I wanna say Brian (the Pimperor) introduced me to the world of the graphic novel; he showed me that they too, are books in their own right. It's a good read and the graphics are GREAT, so I'd check it out if I were you. I mean, it's no Jimmy Corrigan: The Smartest Kid on Earth , but it's worth a shot. Will I try to read the actual repor...

E-mail from me to the ENTIRE corporate office: To: GPC Alpharetta From: JustTrina RE: Color Copier I'm going to be using the color copier for the next couple of hours to print a publication. As always, you can scan documents to be e-mailed, but copying won't be available until 3:30-ish (I love the tem "ish," it pretty much guarantees no one can get mad at me for taking too long. Why? 'Cuz I said "ish" and that buys me AT LEAST a half hour. "Ish," people, not just for valley girls anymore, add it to your vocab today). Thanks and let me know if you need anything further. JustTrina And this, my darling readers is why I'm so loved by many.

Wanna know what all the hype's about? Check out John Mayer's newest CD, Continuum . All thank you notes and checks can be sent to my home in Atlanta. Address available upon request. It's different, but a good listen nonetheless. Wonder why he didn't go with MTV this time? Oh, that's right, cuz he's an adult.

I flew home this weekend for my uncle's funeral and realized how much I hate Delta. Not ONCE have I flown on this airline and enjoyed it -- okay, ONCE...but that was in first class (translation: free liquor makes everything better). As with most things, I don't want to spout off at the mouth about something without good reason. So, that being said, I've come up with a list. In no particular order, here are the things I hate about Delta. 1. You will wait. You will be given no information and you will wait. My flight out was delayed 3 hours and we weren't told anything until an hour into it. 2. 12 flights out of one gate is NOT a smart idea. 3. Your staff, not so nice. I thought Delta was supposed to be the best airline to work for. Bigger ain't necessary better in this case. Maybe their mad cuz they can't afford those HOT new uniforms you advertised a while back. I thought you went baknrupt? A few times? 4. Your gate is UGLY. This may be more of an Atlanta-Hart...

I'm sitting here in the airport waiting to fly back home for the weekend for my uncle's funeral. The flight was supposed to leave at 6:30, and yes, it's 9:30 right now. That's a 3-hour delay. And I refuse to eat cuz I know good food awaits me at home. F'n Delta SUX!! Anyway, enough ranting... There is an airline employee standing in front of me and THAT is what prompted this blog. Sometimes people do things that make me ashamed. Ashamed to be black, ashamed to be a woman, ashamed to be human . Not so much for myself, but for the embarrassment they're putting themselves through, especially with people like me in the area. That being said, I've got an announcement (or newsflash, if I may): If you're black and wearing a blonde WIG, chances are people know it's not yours. So don't toss your head around and caress your hair like it's natural and not from Barbaro's mane. That's it, some people just need to be told these things...

Mu uncle died. Tickets home are running $600. I'm very depressed and over the whole "death" thing, it too is a bitch, not just the life part. Final Destination is a load of CRAP!! Also watched the Real World Key West Reunion episode, that was crap, too, FYI.

"Friends Don't Let Friends Talk to Ugly Guys" (and yes, I got a number...even WITH a sweat mark!) Anyone ever notice how my top doesn't match my bottom? My personal trainer's not doing his job...Or I just don't listen. Either way, my arms are HUGE! Anyway, this was at a listening party for Justin Timberlake that was very good. Saw the man himself and wasn't overcome with the groupie desire I thought I would be. Maybe it was the screaming 16 year- olds or the screaming 45 year-olds, I really didn't wanna do anything more than hang out with him. Not saying I wouldn't give him the biznass if given the chance, but there'd be no "Hello, here are my draws" situation. Hmph, strange. The CD's gonna be hot, he previewed a few songs off FuturSex/LoveSounds and they all sound good. The hottest one was "Pose" with Snoop Dogg, so be on the lookout for that. Justin looked good as always and I made friends with a couple of gay...