"JustTrina"

I'm gonna need The Fray to come back on the music scene, plain and simple. Unless of course they've been here all along, using the pseudonym One Republic . Reclaim the throne, boys!!

My Dearest Robert, I just want the world to know I love you. A couple of weeks ago I was watching Food Network, otherwise known as porn for fat people, and I stumbled upon your gem of a show. Granted, I have never been a fan of yours, Alton Brown ( Good Eats ? C'MON!!) was my man of choice. A few years ago, Boy Meets Grill lost me because I lived in Albany and felt that loving you was an Adirondack tradition, one I could not and would be associated with. Then I saw you on Iron Chef America , alongside my man Alton. And, not to be rude, but there was something on your lip . I don't know what it was, and I won't accuse you of anything, what you do when the cameras are off is your business and yours alone. Needless to say, the combination turned me off so much I couldn't watch any show with you as a chef. Fast forward to late February and my discovery of Throwdown with Bobby Flay . You were in Brooklyn challenging the best cheesecake in the NATION (Junior's) and ...

Well, it's Good Friday, ya'll!! And what a good day it is. The WND (Wednesday Night Dinner) crew has decided we will continue in fellowship and start the tradition of having Easter dinner together. My tasks for this dinner are: Macaroni & cheese, candied yams and collard greens. Maybe I'll toss in some corn bread for good measure. I was trying to get everything prepared when I realized that my friend has my dish. I called her to pick it up, and her response was: "Is it necessary to get it now?" To which I answered, "Absolutely." She waited in silence for me to change my mind (which never happens) and then repeated the question. I answered the same and she again waited in silence for me to change my mind. See, one thing the needs to be understood about me is that, when I want, I am the MOST PATIENT PERSON EVER. So I waited right along with her (cuz I knew I'd win) until she conceded. I'm also in a "dialogue" with anoth...

...must come to an end. The universe and I were not BFFs yesterday, that's all I can say. It was seriously just one of those days. I was heading over to Fado to support my friends and coworkers but realized I didn't have anything green. It's not my favorite color so I tend not to shop for it. For fear of getting pinched, however, I went in pursuit. In my search of a Target, I passed Fado twice and ended up having to head up to Sydney Marcus Blvd., pretty much back where I started. I ran in, tried on TWO shirts, realized I had the budget for ONE, paid the cashier and left with the shirt on. I then headed back down to Fado, braving Atlanta traffic for a 3RD time. When I got to Fado, long story short, I couldn't get in. This was after spending my last $5 on valet (which, by Atlanta standards, is not so bad). I was visibly shaken and upset, so I got back in my car ($5 broker) and headed home. I'm an emotional vault (regardless of how this blog may read) and yesterday wa...

Talk about shooting myself in the foot, I tell ya. Apparently, my "anonymous" blog is not as anonymous as I thought, my doveys!! The morning show I wrote about ealier kinda e-mailed me to call me out about stamping my foot like an impetuous child (my words, not theirs). I was impatient in not getting a response, depressed about being fat and just overall had a bad moment. So now I've got to find some crow. I wasn't used and it was unfair of me to say so. I'm not even writing this entry in hopes they'll read it and all will be forgiven, I just needed to get it off my chest. Look at that, I go MONTHS without writing and today, there are TWO entries. So thanks to them for the inspiration. So what now? I'm going to go home, wash my hair and head out to Fado for the St. Patty's Day celebration, bitches!! It's about time to get out of my funk and green beer is JUST what I need to set things right. Like my darling BFF Wendy Lisa says, "Don't let...

I know it's been a while...and I just want everyone to know that I am having a TERRIBLE time of it. Things are in shambles and I am feeling the weight of everything. Let's see...My brother is now moving back to New York, which I am TOTALLY okay with, becuase it is his last time floating between myself and my father. He wants to be an adult but continues to act like a 16-year-old brat. He smokes weed twice/thrice a day and is just becoming disgusting to me. His brain is fried (he used the word "throwed" in an actual conversation last night) and I can't be worried about him anymore. I haven't even birthed any children, yet I find myself taking care of him like my mother would. My taxes are a mess, and I can't stand it. I can't claim my brother as a dependent, though I supported him the entire year and paid for his schooling, to my own financial detriment. He said no one can claim him on his own taxes so he could get a refund. How much did he walk away wi...