I’m a hopeless romantic and I’m looking and trying to decide who the mother of my child will be. It’s not going to be based off a whim of being in love; she has to bring a certain level to the table. I want to be married, I want that super-dope counterpart, that one woman, but she has to be super-fresh, super-smart and not overwhelmed by her career. I’ll find her, maybe I’ll be 38 … maybe I’m not fully who I am yet, maybe that’s why I haven’t found her … The main quality is that you know that this person will ride or die for you. Whether she’s mad at you, whether she’s with you or nor, she still loves you, she stills bigs you up in any circle. She doesn’t talk down about you to other people. That’s the main thing that I need.”- Yeezy.

happy valentines day.

i actually have a valentine this year. sometimes you have to open your eyes. do i really like this guy? nope. i just like the fact that he likes me. i'm fucking ill and i appreciate when people get that. lmao. no but really tho...

i dedicate this to all my people have "tony's" in their lives. whether their names really are tony or perhaps tia. you could be in love by now. just move some of that nonsensical fictional love shit up out your way. people be confusing good sex and couple hours of entertainment a week for a relationship or even for affection, don't be like that. like my homie @shermradio be saying "you betta den that." sigh...i have so much clarity when i'm on my nun flow. lol. ;)

hospital flow.

puffy eyed. swollen hands. iv's. ekgs. and xrays. coughing. sneezing. body aches. fever of 102. 

pain is an understatement. i called everyone who i trusted enough to take me to the hospital this morning and you know who came through? absolutely no one. everyones phone went to vmail. i had a friend of a friend take me. and i thank God for her and i owe her big time. my feelings are tad hurt but... i mean what can you expect? everybody is rollin for delf. you never truly realize how alone and cold this world is until you actually need someone. the only person who made sure i was okay was stevie. and stevie is 500 miles away. felicia went home for the weekend but she said she'd be here tomorrow to take care of me. well at least stevie called every two hours making sure i was breathing that was more support than from anyone considering the fact i was three degrees from death today. :/

to sext or not to sext.

just know that if you send a picture over the internet via email or texting... someone is gonna see it. so make it good. trim the pubes. shine up the skin. i have had some amazing shots sent over the airways in the past but i'm not sure how i feel about it now. sure i can be guile but i still have my grace. if i send something you will definitely not see a no-no spot. one can be provocative without too much exposure. remember that..

                      

i got a style for every bump in ya face, nigga.