Tonight while driving home from the club I was listening to a CD that I got from a co-worker entitled "Quiet Storm," and this Ashanti song "Baby," stood out to me. "He's like a lighter to my cigarette, Watch me smoke." hit a cord with me ... and I continued to play the song nonstop.

Before I decided that I was going to the gym I got a telephone call from a friend who had advised me that another friend had gone to the club with a friend and had to catch the bus home (Which happened to be a 2 hour ride) and it pissed me off. I couldn't understand why someone would make someone catch the bus home at 2am in the morning. I guess I had to hit the gym to release some tension.

Not expecting too much ... I think that's where I'm at when it comes to dealing with people relationship wise. I know it puts me in a horrible situation because my level of interest is halfway there when I don't expect too much from anyone ... I just don't want to set myself up for failure ... It just feels like HELL.

One of my biggest pet peeves has to be people who don't return phone calls especially when they make a big fuss about you not calling them back. Luckily I wasn't waiting by the phone for it to ring and I have things to do 'cause I would be on the telephone right now cussing out a certain someone. Don't try to get even with me by not calling back ... and don't use that sorry excuse of "I thought you were asleep."

The other night I had a bonding experience with a couple of friends of mine ... It's nothing like being able to connect with your friends through words. We started off with a meal (Turkey Wings, Broccoli, Pasta, and Banana Nut Bread) and it was between "Waiting To Exhale," and "School DVD." To be honest with you ... We've exhaled one too many times and they weren't ready for some old fashion schoolin' -- Spike Lee style ... So we settled for conversation. Someone yelled out "Open Discussion," and the mood was set. By the end of the night people walked away from the conversation with insight, emotions that had been supressed and appreciation for the person to their left and right. I was the moderator of the night and I did most of the talkin' (which was a shock to me) ... but they claim I spoke the truth.

Alright -- I'm near the end of my "Quiet Storm," CD and I'm lovin' this "Break Of Dawn," song by Michael Jackson.

"Hold my hand, feel the touch of your body cling to mine | You and me, makin’ love all the way through another night | I remember you and I walking though the park at night | Kiss and touch, nothing much, let it blow just touch and go

Love me more, never leave me alone by house of love | People talk, people say what we have is just a game | Oh, I’ll never let you go, come here girl | Just got to make sweet love ‘til the break of dawn" ~MJ

Alright -- I'm Gone