"JustTrina"

I'm helping my father do his taxes. Now let me explain something to you, I'm 26 years old and have no clue what it's like to really have to fill out my taxes. I live with my brother, have no children and am single so taxes is no great feat for me. I don't look at tax tables, check my bracket or try to figure out if I'm the head of household, married or a qualified widow(er) with dependent child. I log on to www.taxact.com , fill in my info and send it off. THAT'S life in the 21st century. That being said, my father is having me help him file his 2005 Federal 1040 so he can get his STAR discount. And I'm using a calculaor AND reading the instruction manual. You MUST be kidding me. And he's double-checking what I've done. In conclusion, my anger is BLIND AND SEARING. This has just been a bbbbbaaaddd week.

The happenings at 71 Parkgate at this EXACT moment: Bedroom #2: The stench of just-smoked weed Wu-Tang Clan at full volume Bedroom #1: White wine Hairspray DVD with surround sound set to "Live" We're meeting later for apple pie and ice cream. God bless us both...

Let me start off by letting you guys know that there is someone I know that I'd like to FUCK. Not to put it so crudely, but it's the truth. No stolen kisses behind the curtain, no late night pillow talk, no declarations of like and promises to make things work, just a good ol' fashioned FUCK. Hair pulling, no word using, leave-before-the-sun-comes-up sex. Understandably, it's been a while since I've had some real human to human interaction (read: orgasm) and this guy's the first in a while that's actually tickled my fancy. But, thanks to Anita Hill and her shenanigans, I can't say anything without risking a sexual harrassment complaint. Gone are the days of free love, drugs and sex in the world of radio. Sad times... Anyway, I've harbored these sexual feelings for this young man for quite some time now and today, it just all came to a head. He called me about something having to do with work...and I became 15 years old, much to my chagrin. Think I...

A declaration: Beginning January 1, 2008, I will be exercising my "Year of Yes." That day will mark when I will be dating (and whatever) any man that asks. My usual standards will apply, but I will not automatically dismiss a suitor based solely on looks. So stay tuned for what I'm sure are going to be HILARIOUS tales of hijinks and shenanigans!

So there are a few things happening right now that I'd like to discuss. 1) Ever drink something that was DISGUSTING, but keep sipping it because it's in front of you? Enter Monster M-80 . Blech. 2) I have GOT to lose weight... thank you Centrum Fitness Center (and the creepy guy watching the Falcons game in the dark). The goal: at least 30 pounds by Christmas. 3) Time to get my real estate game TIGHT. 4) I hated TMNT. End of story. 5) Guess I gotta tell Leroy the truth about it all...I'm just not in the market for a relationship. 6) Wonder if Scott's got any info on his friend D.G.? I'd definitely like to do something about THAT. 7) I find my mind still drifts to Scooter Braun, dammit. Always seems to happen when I ovulate. 8) I think I'm gonna throw up. Yay!! I'm back, Blogger friends, and I can honestly say that this time it may be for good. You didn't lose me to the Myspace, you lost me to myself is all. Doesn't matter, though, I came h...

I know, I know...it really has been a while since I've posted something here. And no, it's not because I'm in love with the Myspace, either. It's because nothing really interesting has happened and when it has happened, I'm unable to write about it. I love and miss you, which is why I have returned. And thanks for the welcome back. Moving on... Recently, I've enountered a number of people (duh) and have befriended a few. And I realized why I keep my friend list so short. I was talking to my crush (more on that in later blogs....we're still in dvelopment) about how I wasn't going to mix friends cuz it always spells trouble and BAM!! I get a message on the myspace from one of them asking me if I knew anything about a situation. Seems like my friend Lee (the gay magnet) sent my friend Ryan a message (also on the myspace) telling him not to talk sh*t cuz it will "come bite him in the a**." I have no idea what either are talking about and h...