i can tell they're lookin at us

i was 12 or 13 when this song came out, and even then i knew i wanted a dude to be all about me and love me the way d'angelo appeared to love the girl in the video. i think i had that same haircut around that time too. i love this video and song...they dont make 'em like this anymore.
i can't wait to hear his new stuff.




REEEEEEEMIX!!

The ignorant side

not big on tyson himself, but a similar dude might could get it. love those tattoos! and the dorito is nice too!
*dorito is that lovely v that the happy trail travels along to take you to the promise land.

Now on to the ignorance...

look at the love of my life!

pic stolen from parlour

what is a girl to do?

i have a habit of crushing and crushing hard. i've broken that habit in the past few years by either actually baggin my crush and/or figuring out they weren't what they were cracked up to be in the first place.
in a post i made a while ago, i discussed my train love and how he told me i was beautiful one day. well this man and i have continued to flirt since that day and now its starting to irritate me because he infiltrates my brain space on the regular and our little 7 second interactions 3 days a week is not helping. im becoming borderline obsessed with this situation because i want to get to know him so either i can move forward or fall back depending on whether or not he is what i hope and think he is. he's already in trouble because my expectations are high. or maybe i'm the one in trouble. : /
damn near everyone i know suggested that i just slide him my number one day. but sliding an unsolicited number to any man is just not my style. my fear of rejection or "funny" reaction is insurmountable. AND i don't have business cards, so do you all suggest i tear a sheet of looseleaf paper from my trapper keeper and lick the edges so the paper is easier to tear? i thought so.
others have suggested that i stick around and make conversation with him, or ask him his name. sometimes this is hard because, i dont buy metrocards anymore (he's the clerk) and so he presses the button for me to go thru the "special entry" turnstyle, or people are lined up behind me. i always end up feeling rushed.
the thing about it is, this dude flirts hard, like really hard. he blows me kisses blatantly eyeballs me, stares in my eyes, and i cant even explain the way he looks at me (i always end up feeling exposed somehow), and like i said i ride the train for free any morning he is in the station, even when others are in the booth with him. he refuses to take my money. and i feel like i've given the greenlight, but he won't move any further. my immediate assumption is that he has some sort of significant other and will not pursue me himself, but if i pursued him, he would let it go down.
i happened to be in that area on a sunday (father's day, and he is a dad) and saw him really early in the morning. i saw him when i was coming back later that afternoon and he let me know that he was getting off at 3. i really wanted to come back around 3, but i was running like crazy that day. so when i saw him again a yesterday or the day before i told him i started to come back to see him at 3. he asked what happened and i told him i had to get back to work (i worked the Tony Awards, GREAT SHOW!) and he said he would definitely take a rain check, but that was it. so now ive been advised just to fall back and wait to see what happens, which is what i've done. i wouldn't call myself old-fashioned, but i do like for a man to pursue me, and sometimes i feel like since he hasn't he doesn't want to, which i've also been told is not necessarily the case. this is all too damn difficult for me. it shouldn't be this hard. do i leave this alone and maybe begin taking the 1 train instead? he is driving me fucking crazy with his handsome self!!!

Killing me

MEME Rules:
1. put your itunes/ music player on shuffle
2. for each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER WHAT
After you’ve answered all of the questions, tag 5 other people and then let them know they’ve been tagged to do the meme themselves!

Thank you Timah for tagging me! And i have to say i officially love you because you have Jojo Never Say goodbye on your ipod...i LOVE that song

IF SOMEONE SAYS “IS THIS OKAY?”, YOU SAY?
Gimme whatcha GoT (Chris Brown)

WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
Sweet (Jay-z)...damn i couldnt have planned that better myself

WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
guess what (keyshia cole)

HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
gangstas don't play (f.a.b.o.l.o.u.s.)

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE?
customer (raheem devaughn) lmao

WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
Desert song (alice smith)

WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
all night long (swv, waiting to exhale sdtk) lol

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?
touch my body (mariah carey) ummmm ewwwwwww no!

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
rehab (hot chip remix) (Amy Winehouse) lol

WHAT IS 2+2?
Take you home (Lloyd)

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
The real thing (Jill Scott) perfect!

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
2 nigs united for west compton (prince)

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
yep i'm back (fabolous) i stumble, i fall, i always get back up though!

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
say it again (natasha beddingfield)

WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
hand in my pocket (alanis morrisette) kinda true..i dont have it all figured out just yet and im kinda conflicted

WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
the first time i ever saw your face (leona lewis) awwww..this one should have been Rehab

WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
school spirit skit (kanye west)

WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
sleep on it (danity kane)

WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
number one (john legend)...love the lyrics to this song

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
count on me (whitney houston & cece winans, waiting to exhale sdtk)

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
cheat on you (trey songz)

WHAT SHOULD YOU POST THIS AS?
killing me (lloyd)

im tagging, toli, sharece, yummy, brit (clumps of mascara), silverlips and afrodite if you guys haven't done this yet.

fuckery at its best

i heard or read somewhere that procrastination is like masturbation..it feels real good, til you realized you fucked yourself. well your girl is feeling real good right now! i've been putting off all kinds of things i need to get done. i was in an accident probably a month or more ago. still haven't taken the car to get an estimate for the damage, not to mention i need brakes. i was putting it off before, because honestly, by the time i get off work and get the kid from school, most auto body places are closed. i also didn't want to deal with any of the mechanics as a female. i'm not interested in some dude trying to take advantage of me because i don't know what the going rate for an alternator is. but then i realized, why should i care? the jerk that hit me is the one who has to pay. still haven't gone.

i was supposed to take some makeup courses because im considering doing bridal makeup on the weekends for a few extra bucks and embarking on some other ventures. still haven't done it.

was supposed to pitch some things for work...not done.

both the kid and i need headshots.......................you know where this is going.

and let's not even discuss how my treadmill has become a clothes drying rack. yes. i'm horrible.

but i'm back on track. i've got a pep in my step, a few thoughts in my head, and a man on my mind. ive organized my brain in my notebook, got some brainstorming going on and your girl Sass is back on track. 25 will be approaching in a little more than a month and this is how i'm fighting the onset of that quarter life crisis.

what's on your to do list?

can't make a long story short

Berfore yesterday i hadn't posted in a while, buy i had to go back to this post i started a few weeks ago.

A few weeks ago, I was a chaperon on a trip for my son's pre-school (one of those moments when you realize, oh shit, I’m really a mother! But anyway). At the school, while we were waiting for the bus to come, some of the parents were gathered, one much louder than the other. For some reason (other than her being generally loud and obnoxious) I took note of this woman. Like a bookmark was created in my brain for her. At one point where she was speaking loudly, she was telling the story of how her "husband" had to go to the hospital and got mad about something and started to spaz out. The medic was explaining to her how his behavior wasn't normal so she was like how you gonna say that’s not normal, maybe that’s normal for him, that’s just how he is, you don't know him, you cant say that’s not normal. *crickets* [insert stupid face here]

I see her another time outside the school in a truck, and again I take note of this woman. I don't know why she is so prevalent in my usually oblivious brain.

Thee Karrie B did a post a few weeks ago about a friend in an abusive relationship. I’ve witnessed people in the situation, and as the concept has in the past, it made me wonder how people do it. I know for a fact, I could not stay in a relationship where I feared I would get punched in my mouth for speaking my mind…I mean shit, this is why I moved out of my mothers house lol. My mouth can be crazy. When I ready, aim, fire, I go for the jugular, which is why I try not to, but imagine, I mouth off a little and my man decides he can introduce his black hand side to my brown face, or worse. I mean even if for no other reason, who has time to spend in the emergency room like that?? I absolutely adore makeup, but imagine me killing my MAC select coverage concealer and foundation trying to hide a bruise on my face. A bruise on my face?!?!? Ok I’m going off on a tangent.
Well! Yesterday morning the next week, one morning I wake up super late..like SUPER late. My son and I rush out of the house, speed from one borough to the next and get to his school. As we approach the school, there is a man standing in the passenger side of a truck, screaming, cursing, and going off. There is also another man standing behind him trying to calm him down. I’m not sure what this conversation was about, I couldn't really make out the words, so I didn't know if this dude was just loud or really beefing. But I did recognize the truck. I grab my kid's hand tighter and scurry up the school steps. I’m hoping he was just waiting for her, and she and the kid were already inside the school. She wasn’t. When I come back down the school steps I hear her before I see her (as usual)… She can't believe he did this shit, somebody please call the police, she's spitting out blood. When I get to the landing she is asking another parent for their cell phone to call the police, her daughter's father fucked her up (her words, not mine). She has the little girl on her hip and she's crying to the point her words can no longer be understood. I offer to take the little girl inside for her. And I do. She needs to use my phone when I come back down the school steps again, and I end up being around when the police arrive. And to hear her tell the story of what happened left me bewildered. This man had literally pushed her teeth back, punched her repeatedly in the face, and choked her while telling her he was going to kill her in front of her (their) daughter after they got into an argument. What 3 year old needs to see and hear that shit? Hell, I’m 24, I didn't need to see or hear that shit. But who do I see hopping out that same truck this morning?? Like, for real lady?? For real homie?? Y’all show your faces around here together? Like this shit never happened? Like you have no pride. Like you didn’t have other people involved in your dysfunction that is your relationship. The nerve of you. I felt betrayed. Not because I did anything all that great for her, not because we have any type of friendship or relationship for that matter. Just cause. People (I) rallied behind you, made themselves(myself) late for work, to stand behind you just because you are another woman, and it could have easily been one of us (me) a man went off on. It’s not your fault if a nigga loses it to the point where he’s pummeling your face. It is though, if you stay.

While we were standing around after the incident, another parent said the sad thing is that she’s going to go back to him because they have other kids together and she’s not working, and she was right. So I grabbed Ahmir’s hand and challenged him to a race to the school steps, bypassing and ignoring their ignorant asses and this time when I came back down the steps I kept it moving to my car. What I feel I should’ve done that day he beat her.

I wonder, what would be my reaction to a friend that was in this type of situation. I had a roommate in college whose boyfriend was physically abusive. And you couldn’t tell her nothing about him. We weren’t friends at the time though, so I never tried. I just watched her shut down others and shook my head. Only once in front me of me, where he had just pushed her and she landed in my bed. But he later on went on to beat her ass on Willoughby Street in broad daylight, after taking off his shirt and chain like he was about to shoot the fair one with another dude. That shit is amazing to me. And yeah some could say I shouldn’t pass judgment because I’ve never been in the situation. But, I’ve allowed a dude to do some wack shit to me, but don’t ever put your hands on me. We will be Ike and Tina in the back of that limo. You might fuck me up, but you’ll leave with some lumps too. FOH!

Pink Panties

this post is in honor of one of my favorite home made drinks and what I have on underneath my white skirt today…hey I couldn’t find any black ones!

back before young sass was old enough to drink but working with and spending good times with industry folks, pink panties, was the Friday office drink of choice in the summer. There are a few variations of the recipe if you search online but the necessities for me are the clear liquor of your choice (coconut rum is a yummy addition), sprite, either frozen pink lemonade concentrate or raspberry and lemon sorbet together, you can blend all of the ingredients with cool whip or whipped cream or just add a dollop on top when its done. More than likely you’ll be twisted cause you can drink this all day like juice before you realize you are quite inebriated and doing the totsi on top of your desk…not that I know from experience or anything lol.