graphical spotlight.

http://i352.photobucket.com/albums/r335/lovebombb/eightbeyonceicons.png

[ giggles ]

click for full size.

im in lust with my own designs.

People To Watch Out For; Numero Uno.

Electric Brandon ;

ill.

Producer, knows his way around HTML / Photoshop & just started in photography. An all-around-artist with a nice taste in music, lol.

He made this beat ^_^.

http://www.zshare.net/audio/612507028d8b1c01/

http://www.flickr.com/electricbrandon

http://behind-the-arts.blogspot.com/

http://myspace.com/electricbrandon

@ELECTRICBRANDON on Twitter.

So, look out for this guy.

overdose on scent.

I am in love with these two bottles of lotion. So much, that this is an ode.

Ode to Peony Body Lotion & Nectarine x Raspberry Hand & Body Lotion.

Congratulations, it's crack.

Random sidebar.

For some reason, I always felt that the lotion you wear should compliment the soap / bodyspray you use. I.E, you use Pear Glacé body wash, then you use the same, or a pear & another scented lotion / spray if not the same. So recently, I started using Dove Nectarine & White Ginger body wash, and it's sex. Literally. Walking around town, makin' dudes think I'm carrying fruit.

Oh, Random Sidebar #2

I`m addicted to smelling good, especially citrus scents.

Think that's because I live in the Orange State. Here`s some of what I've used, would like to use, or use now. Victoria's Secret Halo x Very Sexy x mostly all of the bodysprays / Bath & Body Works - Midnight Pomegrantate x Pink Grapefruit x Tropical Passionfruit x Country Apple x Sensual Amber x Cool Waters / Paris Hilton (Her first scent was sex & I'm feining for some more of that) / Marc Jacobs / Sweet 16 / Lacoste "Dream of Pink"...Yeah, I think that's it, but you know, there's nothing like good `ol Herbal Oil, Cocoa Butter, or Johnson & Johnson.

Ode to them as well.

That is all =D

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

To Alexis, Jermaine & Jenae.

These cakes are for you guys, appropriately lol.

currently ;

waiting for my best friend Derrick to call me back.
hmm, we've been bffs for like four years and I trust him with my everything. plus that nigga is funny lmaoo. so, this blog is dedicated to you, buddy =D

ily, <3bee.

emotional clarity.

You never realize how much you hold inside until it's all fighting to be let go. When you feel like you're on your last leg of sanity. Something has to give, right? Your brain stem taps in and braces you for the mental cleansing. In the past couple months, everything I've felt has built up to this point of freedom. I already am a "stress internalizer", so frankly this was not something I needed. It started off as just being overtly too happy, then excited, and as I overthought my excitement, my imagination went wild. Anybody that knows me on a personal level, knows that I only need a little inch of freetime and one statement to take into as many different contexts as possible and develop this whole living organism of thoughts. That keep me up at night, entertain me even when it's not the right time to. I mean, I enjoy it when it's not severe. I let it grow, with no restraints and found myself in a horrible place filled with anxiety, doubt, frustration and over-analyzation. A place that I have no control of, a place that lives in all of us as human beings, no matter how "emotionally stable" you think you are. Needless to say, I needed to get out of there fast because as a person that feeds off positive energy and even recycles my own, I was being starved. There was an extent to how happy I could be. The last two posts were proof of that. True happiness has no limitations. I think what finally pulled me out of that slump was having somebody say they were feeling the same way I was that didn't really know me that well to have just been saying it to make me happy. Empathy. People forget how small things like that can make alot of difference. It's the littlest things that take me there, like Lily Allen said. For me, it's always a person I wouldn't expect to make me feel better. Something really cool happened, a while ago too and aside for the giggle and occasional, "Oh my life, that was funn..." I'm not even over-thinking it. Some things need that much attention, and ones that make you happy usually don't. Just go with the flow...=D

there really isn`t a point to this one...

I`m very frustrated right now. A small part of me feels like I fuck up everything for myself. It`s enough to make me feel that way in almost every situation I`m in. Maybe I place too much of my mind into one thing, and as many times as I do that I never seem to get the same amount of whatever I was looking for back. Won`t go into detail as to what I`m talking about, because frankly I`m getting a bit tired of it being the only thing on my mind all the time. Giving one person/object/thought so much attention, when I shouldn`t. When it`s nothing, really. Spending too much energy trying to analyze things, people, and just forget to go with the flow. And not only do I use up energy, I usually get fucked over at the end and have to pick myself up off the floor. I mean, I can`t help it because its in my nature. But I`m tired of always fucking things up by overthinking every little sentence, or dream, or whatever. Letting it control my emotions. So right now, I say fuck it.

I`m gonna go with the flow again.

P.S. i just read this over, and I didn`t mean to say the word fuck like, [ counts ] 5 times, including in this sentence. I didn`t mean for it to come off like I was mad. But then again, frustration and anger run pretty close to eachother. Frustration has more thinking involved, when anger is just a feeling that stems from emotional/mental/physical pain or displeasure.

a poem.

Haven`t written one of these in a minute. Felt the inspiration, & turned my feelings into art.

Hope you enjoy.

effortless/ pointless.

why exactly is this so effortless?

never had a problem with the opposed persuasion,

may have dipped my fingers into the jar too many times

and pulled out nubs, but again I digress

this peculiar feeling that manifests in my mind, heart, and in my fingers

tips tingle, mouth curves around the edges, thoughts linger

in the back of my mind, "yes it`s frowned upon," but still I`m eager

to fall into a realm that has never been so easy to see.

has me even questioning who I am, my identity

is this really I, a me that is confident & daring

outspoken, lively, caring, or is it a figment of our dream

our, you`re not the only one that questions what they see.

people notice this change in her demeanor

but she cant really say its for good, if she knows what it means or

things just cant be trusted for what they seem.

part of me, feels that I could`ve somehow met you in a past life

part of me, thinks that im looking too hard at you in this last light

part of me, seems as though its frightened of what could be, I

could cause a catastrophe, won't know if I don`t relish this vast flight

then let`s commence this cliff diving...

late nights, turn into early mornings

but yet I cant seem to let my mind rest

I`m tossing turned,

then I`m cold heat,

eyes close opened,

and still I`m thinking of your caress

effortless is it to close my eyes, thinking of you,

to sleep, is pointless

effortless is it for those three words to spill from my lips

meaning them because I feel them, is poinless.

effortless is it to give you things I don`t even give myself

to give to others, is pointless.

effortless is it for me to try to deny how tight I`ve connected us

but to let go, will eventually be effortless.

for now, I`ll stay partial to pointlessness.

back in mobile/late nite action =)

Yes, meet SWEETSprinkles.

[ to go along with my whole Bakery / Cupcake themed-life-lol ]

She`s delighted to meet you.
She will also be the helper of my late night blogs, because yes, blogger works on Safari, so I`m excited.

=)

oh, bittersweet Orlando.

Yeah, I said it...bittersweet. I know its been a long time coming, but i haven`t had the time to devote to telling this long, horrible nightmare-turned-reality.

On Friday, July third, almost 11 o`clock, my mama comes walking out of her room.

"You wanna go to Orlando for the weekend?"

I raise a brow.
"Orlando?! How`d this come up?"

So she begins to tell me how my auntie Teresa (my mom`s little brother`s wife) needed somebdoy to drive her, and my two little cousins Tamera (12) & Timmy (9) up to Orlando to stay at this Marriott Vacation Club hotel her friend & family invited her & her family to.


After some debates and doubts, me and my mom decide, what the hell. We pack, and in about an hour & a half, we get the rental car and get on the road. The ride was terrible. We had a Charger, =/ I had no leg room, and I was forced to be stuck really close to two overactive ass kids. Then, about an hour in, my CD player (what I`ve been using to compensate SaucyCupcake`s robbery) decides to go dead, and my phone`s signal strength completely flopped. I was mad as fuck, right? Tamera and Timmy haven`t mastered the art of not talking, so, I`m suck with nothing to block them out. My aunt turns on the radio, but since she`s all "Godly" or what not, she turns on damn soft rock music that I don`t know. WHAT THE FUCK! I was pretty much looking out of the window, praying for all of it to be over by the second hour, and we`re not even there yet. To top it all off, during half of the ride, I had to pee from drinking so much damn water because I was hot. And I was PMS-ing, so every-little-thing was pissing me

off. Rough afternoon.

fast forward to us getting to the hotel.

It was beautiful, believe me. I didn`t get to take pictures of it in its entirety. Hell, look it up or something if you`re that curious (lol). We checked in and the suite had two bedrooms and two bathrooms, with a luxury kitchen, washer / dryer set and living room area. Things started to look up. And then, a pool. We met the other family, and there was this little boy. Isaiah. The epitome of why I`m getting my tubes tied in the future. The overall place we were living in, was awesome, believe me...But the people I was with. Lmao. Let me not get into that. Aside from my mother`s cronic snoring =/, the beds were wonderful and soft, but left a sour aftertaste after i got home and slept on my hard, familiar one. We went to Universal Studios, been there once, don`t ride anything, don`t like that place & I had to go anyway. The colors were amazing, but it was hot as hell. I was stuck with three children, two girls who I was more mentally mature than even though they were older than me & 5 adults in a hot place where everybody thought they were right about every-freakin`-thing. It started raining. To keep a promise that I made to Chelsea (http://theycallmesaucy.blogspot.com/, shouldn`t have to keep saying this, lol) I took some pictures.

Some that I liked, excuse the B&W =)

 I vow to not go on vacation without an entertainment device again. Seriously. Got some bomb ass lotion, Peony & Nectarine & Raspberries. Smells heavenly, and goes along with my "need to smell/be sweet" obsession. Then it was time to go, by that time the next day. We`re on the Turnpike goin` back to Miami. 150 miles turned to 100 miles turned to 67 miles. By this time, Aunt Peggy already decided to fuck up my flow with hers. It was getting aggrivating as fuck sitting idol in the backseat with my long ass legs getting no justice being "entertained" by the Terrible-Twosome, with them crying, yelling and hitting eachother.

At this point, I think everyone reading knows that I`ve had enough.

Lord, I started craving something sweet to go along with the music I had to indulge in my cerebral. We stopped at a rest stop. The adults, and the youngest left, and then Tamera & I got a dose of Drake while I fiddled with the radio knob.

Dunkin Donuts. A Tribute To Them For Aiding Me In My Time Of Need.

The End.

something // aubrey drake graham.

falling, too fast / clearly - rules don't apply /can't believe that I just met you...
you got me here / watching minutes pass by, / wondering when to expect you.

there you go... / is this a dream? / looking like every picture that I've seen of you before / I've seen it all before...
now that it's over -

shoulda known better than to think this was real and you could be mine.
I shoulda known better, slowed it down, cause I feel you needed time.
but I kept thinking -

this could be something...this could be something, this could be something
this could be, this could be,
this could be something...this could be something, this could be something
maybe it's just nothing at all
but this could be something...

this could be something, this could be somethingthis could be, this could be,this could be something...this could be something, this could be something

maybe it's just nothing at all, at all, at all - maybe it's just nothing at all, at all, at all...

I guess it's what we make it... I guess it's what we make it -


I guess it's what we make it.