tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53186893441335509232024-03-13T20:32:08.594-07:00Chronicles of a Damsel...No DistressSimply_Complicatedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10223364344709258446noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318689344133550923.post-47777199064803412902011-02-01T09:10:00.000-08:002011-02-01T09:10:09.999-08:00Ex-Factor<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cE-bnWqLqxE?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="425"></iframe><p style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; color: rgb(166, 77, 121);"><span style="font-size:100%;">I'm going to veer a little off the path with the whole fairytale theme...this just had to be done.</span></p><p style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; color: rgb(166, 77, 121);"><span style="font-size:100%;"> Many of you are familiar with Lauryn Hill's song "Ex-Factor"...and for those of you who are unfamiliar with it (and have obviously lived in a cave for the last decade) it's a beautiful ballad detailing the back and forth; on again, off again relationship with an ex. I love this song for so many reasons, the most obvious being that I can undoubtedly relate to every word of this song.</span></p><p style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; color: rgb(166, 77, 121);"><span style="font-size:100%;">As you previously read I did the back and forth, break up just to make up thing (and to an extent you wouldn't believe) and I eventually learned that that activity is simply unhealthy. The constant emotional rollercoaster was so damaging to my spirit and my aura. Like Lauryn said, "...this is crazy." and I was beginning to really feel crazy. Every time I left or threatened to leave my dearest Prince Charming he would plead his case, or rather he'd <i>charm</i> his way back in and promise me the world and the false hope of becoming a new person. Ha! Who was he kidding?! Well, I guess he was kidding me, huh? I fell for it one too many times. I learned eventually (*whispers quick prayer thanking God*).</span></p><p style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; color: rgb(166, 77, 121);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; color: rgb(166, 77, 121);"><span style="font-size:100%;">Moral of the story: Don't hold on to something that is damaging to your spirit. If you have to really put up a fight just for it to work, chances are it will never work. "It could all be so simple..."<br /></span></p><p style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; color: rgb(166, 77, 121);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></span>Simply_Complicatedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10223364344709258446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318689344133550923.post-14245341323042372522011-01-12T10:53:00.000-08:002011-01-12T10:53:45.506-08:00Me and the Fourty Thieves...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FcVXfXFLPU/TS34c-Yy7ZI/AAAAAAAAABU/bnvx81-s31M/s1600/0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FcVXfXFLPU/TS34c-Yy7ZI/AAAAAAAAABU/bnvx81-s31M/s320/0.jpg" width="320" /></a></b></div><br />
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<b style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Thieves, yes, these men were thieves! They were either trying to steal what was in my panties, my heart, or my time. And there were probably 40 or more of them! Ha! Being single again and not looking to settle down any time soon I became a serial dater. I don't think I can give an accurate count of how many men I was dating at one time, but they were all just "things" to pass the time away. I couldn't take any of them serious...I mean, there was one (hope he isn't reading this...if so, oh well.) who took me to a rather expensive restaurant and wanted to flex so he tells me order whatever I want [not knowing that I CAN EAT]...appetizers, drinks, dinner, and dessert...the works! The bill comes and this guy spent about a good 10 minutes trying to calculate everything in his head, claiming they messed something up, and mumbling until finally I asked him would he like for me to pay. That was a stab in his side. He immediately pulled out his wallet and paid the bill. I'm guessing he missed one, maybe two, bill payments that month all in the name of stunting. Clown. To impress me you don't have to spend ridiculous amounts of money on food! Be a gentleman, offer me intelligent conversation, make me laugh, and come up with something other than dinner & a movie for a date...that will impress me, a little. Another one I ran into had to be the most boring person on Earth. I mean this guy was so uninteresting and dull that I sat there and texted and bbm'd throughout the entire meal. That was rude, but any type of manners I had went out the window with the bullshit he was talking about. Anyway, I thought I was doing as a single person should, but at the end of the dates I always felt like it was a waste of time. I could have easily taken myself to dinner and the movies and had a better time. Something had to give.........</span></b>Simply_Complicatedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10223364344709258446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318689344133550923.post-988250532147216022010-12-28T07:42:00.000-08:002010-12-28T07:43:20.379-08:00PAUSE...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0FcVXfXFLPU/TRoFfUq-fCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xLZ1-E40YH8/s1600/PauseButton.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0FcVXfXFLPU/TRoFfUq-fCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xLZ1-E40YH8/s1600/PauseButton.png" /></span></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>Now, don't start thinking this is a long story of making up and breaking up with Prince Not So Charming. That's not the case AT ALL. You will soon be introduced to most, not all, of the suitors and the few lovers who were never loved. Lord knows I got some stories to tell! I have ran into some court jesters, some noble men, and some downright douchebags! But the journey has been entertaining and, I can't lie, kinda fun. </b></span>Simply_Complicatedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10223364344709258446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318689344133550923.post-58009342875356334982010-12-27T21:15:00.001-08:002010-12-28T06:47:04.869-08:00Not Quite The Fairytale...The Sequel<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0FcVXfXFLPU/TRn4RXjbYwI/AAAAAAAAABM/N_65SqQaW6k/s1600/Charming-even-as-a-frog-prince-naveen-9605148-418-400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="306" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0FcVXfXFLPU/TRn4RXjbYwI/AAAAAAAAABM/N_65SqQaW6k/s320/Charming-even-as-a-frog-prince-naveen-9605148-418-400.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Here I was again with my Prince Not So Charming. After him professing his undying love, promising me everything from the world to the heavens above, and of course begging...he had me back. I must admit he put a spell on me! I'm talking about this man had my heart wrapped around his finger and when he tugged he somehow, perhaps magically, had control of my whole being. So here we are, back like cooked crack, stronger than ever. Things were beautiful...for a while. Slowly, but surely, my Prince was turning back into a frog. He was far from ugly physically, but his actions made him something detestable. I found myself wondering how the hell I ended up back HERE again! I couldn't figure out why or where things went wrong. I don't know what, but something woke me up and all I knew was that I didn't deserve it. I mean, HELL, my Daddy treated me like 'The Little Princess'...wined and dined me, took me on trips, gave me my first experience of vacationing out of the country, spoiled me with gifts, told me I was beautiful, told me he loved me every day so I KNEW I deserved better! I wasn't about to go from being the Princess to being the misused, abused, sad, and lonely Cinderella...that shit was backwards! So, here we go again...no happy ending.</span></b>Simply_Complicatedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10223364344709258446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318689344133550923.post-92024114000649507542010-12-27T08:33:00.000-08:002010-12-27T08:33:29.763-08:00Portuguese Love Teena Marie Unplugged<iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/P8shMCPgs2I?fs=1" frameborder="0"></iframe><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>IN HONOR OF THE LATE, GREAT TEENA MARIE...RIP</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>"...you knew that you felt good to me, from the first kiss to</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>last, I'm trembling. You made love to me like no other man,</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>and if you please I'd like to go back there again...killing me</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>with kisses oh so tenderly...you make love like, you make</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>love FOREVER..."</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>To be a woman who has ever felt the emotion of those words </b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>is to be a lucky woman.</b></span></div>Simply_Complicatedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10223364344709258446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318689344133550923.post-47312223571610351002010-12-27T08:04:00.000-08:002010-12-27T08:04:59.486-08:00Rick Ross - Play Your Part ft. Wale, Meek Mill & Chester French<iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Y6tWgMMC_zs?fs=1" frameborder="0"></iframe><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>THIS SONG RIGHT HERE...YESSS!</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>WHEN YOU'RE SINGLE THE MOST IMPORTANT THING</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>YOU CAN LEARN IS TO PLAY YOUR PART. PERIOD.</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><br /></b></span></div>Simply_Complicatedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10223364344709258446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318689344133550923.post-90819751200087677902010-12-23T14:03:00.000-08:002010-12-23T14:03:49.791-08:00I Am Lion[ess] Hear Me Roar<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FcVXfXFLPU/TRPG54mY7SI/AAAAAAAAAA4/PHMS0Vm7rvY/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FcVXfXFLPU/TRPG54mY7SI/AAAAAAAAAA4/PHMS0Vm7rvY/s1600/images.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Aries has a fiery personality, and can be quite head strong. This can make them hard to match with other people, but also make them very passionate with some. Leo and Aries are perhaps the best of all matches, but if things go wrong and one betrays the other, it can get explosively ugly!</div>Simply_Complicatedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10223364344709258446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318689344133550923.post-70304018885915997662010-12-23T12:51:00.000-08:002010-12-23T13:04:46.693-08:00The Tale of the Unloved Rebound<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FcVXfXFLPU/TRO5ZtLRZpI/AAAAAAAAAA0/HJEAfVx5ZCg/s1600/rodmanrebound.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="292" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FcVXfXFLPU/TRO5ZtLRZpI/AAAAAAAAAA0/HJEAfVx5ZCg/s320/rodmanrebound.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So that saga finally came to an end, well for the moment. Now I had to do what any other heartbroken girl does, get a rebound. This wouldn't be hard to do, I mean I'm quite easy on the eyes and there were plenty waiting for me to end that "relationship". I began to live the single life I was missing out on...you know, going to social events, clubs, parties, etc... Then I met him. Mr. Rebound. He was good looking, well-mannered, quite the gentleman, and handsome. Let me just say, I'm a Leo. What a Leo woman wants, she gets. Period. Once we made eye contact that was all she wrote. He asked for my number after we danced, I gave it to him. He called the next day (uh oh). Well after "talking" for maybe a month he decided he wanted to be "my man." I let him...he was the rebound after all. The only thing was I wasn't ready to love or even be committed for that matter. He fell in love fast and hard. I expected this...I mean, this is ME. Anyway, he "loved" me, I didn't love him, he suffocated me, I ducked for cover, he chased me, I ran. I sent this man on an emotional rollercoaster because I, myself, had just gotten off one and didn't know how else to handle a relationship. He cried, begged, and pleaded for the return of my love which my return was void. I never even gave the man any ass! I actually began to pity him. Smh... To make a long story (of me playing him unforgivably) short, the ex came calling and wanted me back...in return, I called up Mr. Rebound and told him it was over. I was going back to my ex...</span>Simply_Complicatedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10223364344709258446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318689344133550923.post-55934981516040989392010-12-23T12:12:00.000-08:002010-12-23T12:12:36.623-08:00Not Quite The Fairytale...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FcVXfXFLPU/TROqC3bkyaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/-xP5dzllYag/s1600/b174060002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FcVXfXFLPU/TROqC3bkyaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/-xP5dzllYag/s320/b174060002.jpg" width="249" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And so it begins...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">There he was...fine as ALL hell, "foreign", and above all, NEW.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I wanted him, I had to have him, he would be mine.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">He was like"Jordans on a Saturday, I had to have [him] and could not wait..."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ha!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Needless to say, I got him. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It was all so perfect, or so it seemed. Time went on...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">First came love (or was it really lust?!)...marriage didn't follow, but the baby did.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Now, at this point, I became aware that this was not the fairytale I imagined.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The "love" we had grew, but into something I didn't recognize.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">We had that "I love you, I hate you, I hate that I love you" type love.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I was satisfied because it was love nonetheless.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">That is, until it became toxic.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Love isn't supposed to make you feel miserable, depressed, UNLOVED...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">broken, beaten, and worthless. Huh?! What was this?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">This type of "love" went on for years (on and off)...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">SEVEN to be exact.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Those years prepared me for everything to come...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div>Simply_Complicatedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10223364344709258446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318689344133550923.post-59244141752412224582010-12-23T10:37:00.000-08:002010-12-23T10:37:29.665-08:00My Endless Love...I could start off with a "Once Upon A Time" type scheme to go with this story of love...but that just wouldn't work. This has been a long time coming and I believe this was written before my conception so to start this series of stories off like that would be unjust. Upon sitting and reflecting on my love life and the one I loved and those I didn't, I decided this whirlwind of events needed to be chronicled. Alas, we have my story...stories...chronicles...what have you. We're all familiar with the typical "damsel" in the love story...there's always a damsel who happens to be in distress and needs to be "saved" by "Prince Charming". Ha! By definition a damsel is "a young unmarried woman or maiden" (that'd be me), however, I can't say I'm in distress...I'm actually doing pretty damn good (but maybe I could stand to be saved in a way). But anyway, let me not ramble on...let me entertain you...enjoy.Simply_Complicatedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10223364344709258446noreply@blogger.com0