Jack N Dicks

I’m not gonna lie, there was a time in my life when it was all Jack N Dicks! A smooth glass of Tennessee Whiskey on the rocks, while shooting the shit with some random guy, trying to decide if he could get it or not! You know the good old days when you could actually go to a bar or club and understand the music that the DJ was spinning. You could dance all night, hit the diner then still be in by 3:00am to do the do and make it out before the 6:00am walk of shame!

Now I am sitting here listening to Drake songs like, Nice for What? Why do I have to be nice when all I seem to run into is Baby Bitches! (We went over what a baby bitch in last post if you missed it click here).

What is a girl to do when she doesn’t necessarily want to get married, have kids and do the white picket fence thing? What’s a girl to do when she doesn’t want to use her money to fund a Sugar Baby Millennial who doesn’t get my 90’s sarcasm? I still want love! I’m more of a Samantha Jones then a Charlotte York! Heck Carrie Bradshaw didn’t even do marriage right the first time around and she loved Big’s old ass forever. I think I have discovered how people get old. You just don’t seem to fit anymore.

Hell I have to force myself to listen to the radio to stay relevant. Thank God for Spotify’s suggested hits and the All the Feels station. I am determined to get through all these solar eclipses, new moons and mercury retrogrades and get my life back. What the hell is a blood moon anyway? Where is my Beyoncé playlist? Okay ladies now let’s get in formation.

Stay tuned…

My Current Situation

My life summed up by shoe pictures! It’s so accurate though. I feel abrasive, sharp ready to attack and wavy like the back of the heel all at the same time.

Mars and Venus! Its so the truth! Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus. Who can ever understand a man?

I have come to believe that they are more emotional than a woman. I recently was having a conversation with one of my besties Sassy Siren and she so eloquently coined the phrase, “Baby Bitch” to describe her man. Yes, its officially coined, men are Baby Bitches. Just think of a crying baby with a grown man sized head on its baby body. Now you feel me. Urban dictionary will need a new section to describe all the whiny ways men do things.

Anyway, I’m not saying I am starting over again, I will just say, what was that saying, fall 7 times get up 8. Let’s just say I am getting up for the 36^th time.

So tired!

Despite the drama, I will never give up on Love. Love always wins!

Stay tuned!