Tequila's Sunset

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	Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when I start to tell them, They think I'm telling lies, I say, It's in the reach of my arms, The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. I walk into a room Just as cool as you please, And to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees. Then they swarm around me, A hive of honey bees. I say, It's the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth, The swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. Men themselves have wondered What they see in me. They try so much But they can't touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them, They say they still can't see. I say, It's in the arch of my back, The sun of my smile, The ride of my breasts, The grace of my style. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. Now you understand Just why my head's not bowed. I don't jump or shout about Or have to talk real loud. When you see me passing, It ought to make you proud. It's in the click of my heels, The bend of my hair, The palm of my hand, The need for my care. 'Cause I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. --- Maya Angelou, Phenomenal Woman All About Me My name is Tequila Sunset, 21 years of age, and that's just all that I can tell you about my real identity. Of course you can always wait for my picture here, if you're patient enough. Once you read me through my posts though, I think you would know me more than most of my common friends would ever find out about me all these years. I have bared myself here, poured my heart, ranted, and whined. I long for my Honey's kiss, but hmmm... nah! evil grin I luuv chocolates and I use food for comfort. And that's attested by my gaining 7 pounds and 2 more inches in waistline. I like starting projects but I could not seem to find a way to finish them. I am a big procastinator and I have a lot of whims. Not that I'm not doing anything to better myself everyday. I am a soul searcher and trouble finder. It is not so much as me being a skirmisher, it's more because of my strong personality and even more sharper wit. This is not ego-tripping, this is but the truth. My joys are simple. All I need is someone to love me truly, with no hangups nor prior commitments. I love cuddles and hugs. Enjoy and read moderately. Lately shit happens I can do this.. I should try to be strong. bloody-ass-in-a-cats-and-dogs-day-it-sure-is-a-foc... Dark underarms and Tequila's own Magic Cream mix bankrupt i'm such a piece of shit! hell hath no fury like a woman scorned! I HATE SYLLABI MAKING AND LESSON PLANS X One secret I was drunk last 13 June 2004 04 July 2004 11 July 2004 25 July 2004 01 August 2004 08 August 2004 15 August 2004 12 September 2004 26 September 2004 03 October 2004 10 October 2004 17 October 2004 24 October 2004 31 October 2004 07 November 2004 14 November 2004 21 November 2004 05 December 2004 13 February 2005 27 February 2005 13 March 2005 20 March 2005 27 March 2005 03 April 2005 17 April 2005 24 April 2005 22 May 2005 05 June 2005 21 August 2005 20 November 2005 27 November 2005 11 December 2005 25 December 2005 22 January 2006 19 March 2006 02 April 2006 16 July 2006 06 August 2006 13 August 2006 20 August 2006 15 October 2006 17 December 2006 31 December 2006 07 January 2007 08 April 2007 15 April 2007 22 April 2007 06 May 2007 14 October 2007 07 December 2008 27 September 2009 02 May 2010 23 May 2010 13 February 2011 Leaving Already? Sign my guestbook first! Credits Design: Blogfrocks Powered by Blogger Image hosted by Photobucket		Sunday, April 15, 2007 I'm screwed. Literally and figuratively. I just met my Honey yesterday and what shouldn't happen, happened. I was about to say 'unexpected', but that would have been half the truth, for in reality, I did assume meeting him again would end up in a motel bed once more. He asked me if I felt guilty. And for some reason, I don't quite know how to answer him. All I know is that I would hurt if Bebeh would do the same thing to me. But I guess this pathetic reasoning of mine is more inclined to the fact that there wasn't much of an emotional attachment on my part, but more like my need for physical connection, for friendship. I know, it's stupid of me to say that that meeting was for the friendship. But it is, and I could say that with at least 70% truth. Meeting him again and doing it with him even concretized what I have already known. That it is over. If I were to chose right now as to who I'd pick, I'd go for my present imperfect man than be with my former better-than-better guy. My current relationship is one founded in commitment and duty. One of friendship and faith. Of family, security and stability. I don't have any need for a great love anymore. I have reached the peak of that and I feel truly blessed to have experienced it in this lifetime but it doesn't necessarily mean that I would like to go back there again if it would equate to so much aggravation, suffering, and hurt all around me. What Bebe wouldn't know won't hurt him. And so applies to me, too. I'd rather be blind. So go and send in the clowns. ¶ 5:45 PM Comments: Post a Comment << Home
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