slowly, surely.....this weekend has been off the hook. it's been raining all week and the sun finally came out on saturday. i met oshun's ex named 2G. we were all on 3 way for almost 6 hours. yoooo, i got my mind stroked. that is a beautiful thing. she is mad cool....i see why her and oshun clicked at one point in time. talkin to them made me think about my ex. me and oshun called her and we all talked for about an hour. that brings me to this....have you ever loved somebody so much that it put tears in your eyes just to think about them....but you have this deep dislike cuz you love them so much? everytime i talk to my ex, i get this feelin. i dont know how to describe it. it's like i still care for her but i want to drop kick her in her forehead at the same time. I'll always love her, nothing or no one can change that. but, i've come to the conclusion that i have to let her go. i have to get every trace of her out of my system. if we get back together, we do. if we don't, we don't. she's on some where i wanna be shit. i'm just gon do me. i'm not really lookin for someone, but maybe someone is lookin for me. i've been writing all weekend....mostly workin on my novel. that's my baby. god willing, i'll have it published one day. i got feedback on this weblog. thanx sexxxxxxyyyyyyy. i'm not sure how to get my feedback link workin so...if you feel me holla!!!!!!!!!

am i standin still?????.......today was aight, i guess. the fact that i only have $3 to my name just hit me. i need some money like a chickenhead needs a new weave. i'm built fo shit like this tho. da kid will be aight. yooo, why this chic that work in the cafeteria tried to holla. i gave her my number cuz she seemed pretty cool. seemed is the keyword. all she talked about was new york. new york this, new york that. well. if new york is sooo grand, why aint yo ass still there??? convo wasnt about shit.....lost mad points for that. then, she came on too strong for me. find out what's in my mind before you start talkin about comin and "chill" with me. i'm a grown ass woman, i know what the fuc chill means. more points down the toilet. to top it off, why this chic say "well, i can call the other chic that tried to talk to me and chill with her if you dont want to chill." *gettin heated* if it's like that, then why you all on my clit tryin to come and chill with me??? what the fuck eva.....you are dismissed. you are the weakest fuckin link!!! shit like that makes me want to kick a bitch in her throat. i'm still on my award tour lookin for da stud of my life. the search continues......

fuck the frail shit........i'm in a piss poor mood. i'm easily irritated.....everybody is pluckin my last good nerve. it's just one of them days i guess. ma woke me up early...it was cool cuz i didnt get to talk to her last night. i miss chillin wit my mommy. i cant wait to go home. i'll be gone til november, i'll be gone to novemberrrrrr. after i got off the phone with ma, tiff called and we talked for about 20 minutes. then, oshun called and we talked for an hour. that's my girl tho. it's rare to find real people like her. d called me when i was gettin ready to go to the football game. she seems mad cool but i got to be suspicious. i dont let just anybody in my space. anyway, i went to a football game today and i premiered my fro. i rocked khaki capris, a khaki and orange sleeveless shirt, big gold hoops, and orange flip-flops. girls were all on my tits. i pulled this chics card cuz she kept bumpin in to me. that may sound real petty but she could have at least said excuse me. i could have fallen from the bleacher i was standin on. i said "bitch, if you bump into me again, that's yo ass." she walked back down the aisle like she got her damn feelins hurt. that's mean.....i know. mean ass cream. oh well. i'm gon to sleep this mood off.......peace laaaaaaaaaatttttttttttttaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

i'm on an award tour......... i need to be stroked. it's been many moons since someone has stroked me deep like caverns. i want to have an orgasm so deep, it puts tears in my eyes. i want you to stroke me so good, I scream your name. damn i want to be stroked. get ya minds out the gutta. i need my mind stroked. although, the stroking of any other part of my body will be welcomed after, only after you have stroked my mind. my intellectual convo drought is startin to bother me. i need someone to add to my mental. everybody wants to take knowledge but can't donate none. can a sista get some deep convo??? if someone can donate some deep convo....holla at me. anyways, i had an aight weekend. i washed my hair and instead of wrappin it like i normally do, i let it stay curly. yo, i have a tight ass fro. i'm gonna rock my fro when i go to the football game on friday. i cant wait until october 4th...i'm supposed to be goin to the nati to chill wit my big sister oshun. she is a co-founder of a new club in the nati called club-chica. october 4th is the grand openin. i want to go sooooooo bad. i need to be around a bunch of studs and femmes.....bein around straight people all the time gets borin. but i did see a stud on my way to class. wooooooo. i almost busted my ass lookin at her. she was about 5'7", brown skin, and a basketball player's body. she looked at me up and down and i looked at her......damn. oshun said i should have said "what up" to her. mannn, i was too shook. i need to get ova that shy shit. i'm a grown ass woman dog. the next time i see that wonderful speciwoman, i will make it point to holla. yeah, speciwoman dammit. how yuh love dat? i need to take my ass to bed. me and tiff didnt talk until about 3:30 this mornin. i was so sleepy when i went to work this mornin. so, i'm gone bed....holla at a plaayyyyyyyyyaaaaaaaaaaa.

Today was aight...I decided to create an online journal cuz i write everyday, so why not put what i write online. Anywhoo, here's a little background info. My name is Cream. No, my real name isn't Cream. Someone real close to me renamed me Cream. Why he chose Cream? Long story. Anyway, that's who I be. I was born a Capricorn with a Gemini moon. I am the oldest of 2 kids…I’m 21 and my brother is 19. My father might have some more kids that I don't know about. He was a pimp (not literally). We were both born in D.C. We moved to Virginia when I was about 8 years old. My childhood was hard. I wasn’t poor but I wasn’t middle class. My mother did the best she could. Sometimes, she would work 3 jobs to take care of my brother and I. My father had his own issues he was working out. I saw him a total of 5 times before I was 18. Regardless, I love them both. I’ve seen a lot and been through a lot. If I hadn’t gone through the things that I’ve been through, I might not be as strong as I am now. I look like my mother with my father's nose and charm. I have a caramel complexion. In the summer when I tan, I'm the color of red clay. I'm about 5'6" and I'm thick. Thick like cornbread...big titties, big ass, big legs. I carry it well. I have chin length brown hair (naturally) and brown eyes. I dye my hair all the time so the color varies. Right now it's light brown. I have about 20 beauty marks all over my body (I stopped counting after 20), including 2 on my face. I have a temper from hell. I pop mad shit and I'm not scccuuurrred to thro dem thangs.

I am:.

A woman. I don’t do the childish things most females my age do. I don’t take life too seriously but I don’t take it lightly either. I take care of me. My parents aren’t in the position to take care of me. Even if they were, I wouldn’t want them to. I'm independent like that. I am paying my way through school and hopefully I’ll graduate in about a year and a half. Right now, I’m thinking about going to law school.

A les. I don’t have anything against men. I wasn’t traumatized as a child. I wasn’t molested. I'm just attracted to women. I don’t consider myself femme or stud. I’m just me. Some days I want to thug it and wear a pair of big sweat pants and a big t-shirt. Some days I want to wear a cute sweater, a long denim skirt, and a pair of boots. It depends on my mood. If you ask anybody who knows me, they’ll all say I’m a femme.

Country as hell. I'm a country girl. I've got the accent to prove it. I say herr (here), therr (there), befah (before). I'm a southern gul. I know how to clean and cook chitlins. I can make biscuits from scratch.

An artist. I write every day. I’d go crazy if I couldn’t express myself through writing. I write almost anything. Right now, I’m working on my first novel. I like to paint and draw. I don't do it as nearly as often as I used to cuz I really don't have time. Hopefully, after I graduate I can find the time to paint and draw.

Thick like cornbread....big ass, big titties, big legs.