I'm sorry i havent been o fluent with my posts lately... i"m just going through alot emotionally and mentally...ttyl
-Lati

Song of the day

Soulja Boy- Patriotic

New Baby

OMG! my baby sister was born 1-8-08 2:55am 8lbs 7oz 19ins. Her name is Zakiyah Ameera Ali. she was the smallest out of all my mothers children. My little brother was the biggest... 9lbs 5oz 21ins. i was in the middle...8lbs 9oz 20ins. I guess my mom just has big babies. lol XD.

Sex Therapy by Robin Thicke

Stressed out,uptight, overworked, wound up.
Unleash what you got, let's explore your naughty side.
follow me, where we go, we don't need no bread crumbs.
Can't you see baby, you're the only one.
You are among the...
You are my love...
Let me be your medicine.
Cuz I got one thing on my mind.
I'll be your valentine.
Spread your wings and baby fly away.

Chorus:
It's your body, you can yell if you want to,
loud if you want to, scream if you want to.
Just let me love you, lay right here girl.
Don't be scared of me.
Give you sex therapy.
Give you sex therapy.
It's your body, we'll go hard if you want to.
Hard as you want to, soft as you want to.
Just let me love you, lay right here.
I'll be you fantasy.
Give you sex therapy.
Give you sex therapy.
Wooah(x4)
Hahahahahahahahahahaha
Wooah(x4)
Hahahahahahahahahahaha


Baby let's settle for you to.
just let your baby.
I'll lick you down, make you feel like you got a body.
hahahahaha
The doctor's here for you.
Take you like twilight, I'll bite your neck.
You don't have to sing in the rain, I'll get you wet, yea.
Push you up against the wall,
turn you out, turn you on.
yea yea woah.


[Chorus]


Girl it's your body, we can do whatever you like.
Girl it's your bady, we can do whatever you like.
It's your body, we can ride and rock and roll,
ride and rock and roll,
ride and rock, oh oh oh oh


[Chorus]


Shawty, shawty, it's your body, we can do can do can do.
sex therapy.
Shawty, shawty it's your body, we can do whatever you like.
just let me love you, lay right here.
girl don't be scared of me.
Give you sex therapy.
Give you sex therapy.




*note: i am not claiming this song in any way. i just like the lyrics and wanted to share them with you*

Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh. I just want to be alone at the top of a grassy hill with the hot sun beating down on my face with my iPod on full blast in my ears and stay there for the rest of life as I know it...But that won't happen so for now I'll just stay in this concrete jungle I call home and leave my iPod with the volume halfway and one head phone hanging out for the rest of my very pitiful life....as I know it.

It was ridiculous, and egotistical, to think that I could affect anyone that strongly. It was impossible. And yet I couldn’t stop worrying that it was true.

Once people start throwing wet stuff, I go inside

I was sure, though, in the instant our eyes met, that he didn’t look harsh or unfriendly as he had the last time I’d seen him. He looked merely curious again, unsatisfied in some way

If I was being honest with myself, I knew I was eager to get to school because I would see Luis.

That was the first night I dreamed of Luis.


I wasn’t interesting. And he was. Interesting… and brilliant… and mysterious… and perfect… and beautiful… and possibly able to lift full-sized vans with one hand.


It was hard to believe that someone so beautiful could be real. I was afraid that he might disappear in a sudden puff of smoke, and I would wake up.


Suddenly the sidewalk disappeared from beneath me. My eyes flew open in shock. Luis had scooped me up in his arms, as easily as if I weighed ten pounds instead of a hundred and............


And I couldn’t stop the gloom that engulfed me as I realized I didn’t know how long I would have to wait before I saw him again.

I was completely absorbed, except for one small part of my mind that wondered what Luis was doing now, and trying to imagine what he would be saying if he were here with me.

I didn’t know if there ever was a choice, really. I was already in too deep. Now that I knew — if I knew — I could do nothing about my love for him. Because when I thought of him, of his voice, his hypnotic eyes, the magnetic force of his personality, I wanted nothing more than to be with him right now.


I turned and he was leaning toward me, his pale, glorious face just inches from mine. My heart stopped beating.

I am unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.

Sometimes I wish I were a little kid again, skinned knees are easier to fix than broken hearts.

Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.

What is the opposite of two? A lonely me, a lonely you.

I don't know why they call it heartbreak. It feels like every other part of my body is broken too.

Relationships are like glass. Sometimes it's better to leave them broken than try to hurt yourself putting it back together.