Liar.

You lie so much you can't even remember your lies or keep them straight. We already knew you were lying, shit it's pretty damn obvious, but the fact that you cling to your lies so desperately just makes you look so fucking stupid. If there is one thing I hate on this earth it's a liar, and you sir are definitely that. I called you out and you couldn't think of one thing to say, you just sat there, mumbling incoherently.

And what's the point really? I mean seriously. What do you get out of it? Everything comes to the light eventually, and usually by then the lie has grown into this huge thing that is so much bigger than the actual issue you were trying to hide in the first place. It's so pathetic.

You know who you are & please believe I've already told people what happened, so you know what you need to do.

Anywho, on a lighter note:



Happy Holidays... Lol

missNEEK.com

Coming soon and I'm super excited!

I'll definitely let you guys know once it's done.

HIATUS.

New job. New goals. Won't be around much. Call if you need me & you've got the number. Leaving you with this lovely picture to get you thru the loneliness.

Back To Square One.

I thought I'd already gotten this shit out of my system.
Oh well, this time I'll try harder.

Booty Meat & Other Non-Vegetarian Dishes.

OK, question: What are men's fascinations with asses & big ol' breasteses all about? I swear I've wondered this for the longest time. I mean what is the big deal?! Essentially, breasts are just feed bags for babies and ass cheeks, as far as I can tell, are just meant to protect our booty holes from unwanted objects. Yet men will pay women ridiculous amounts of attention just for having either set out.

Now I have had boobs since the age of 11, and it has always amazed me how immediate the attention was. I didn't even get to wear a training bra. I went straight from the bench to the majors, and since then, yes since the age of 11, guys will seriously talk directly to my breasts, with no hesitation. Now I will admit, sometimes I let "the ladies" roam a little more freely, and I know what the hell I'm doing when I do, but the response I get is really what has always been mind boggling to me. Why are boobs so attractive to men? Somehow two sacks of fat hanging off a chest cause some men to lose their ever loving minds. Men, an explanation in the comments would be appreciated.

And don't even get me started on asses, the strangest fascination of all. I am not the owner of a big ol' donkey booty [shoutout to CubanaLust] but I hold my own in the ass department. But some men would sell their souls for a chick with an old cornfed, Kitoy, Buffy the Body type ass. I guess my biggest question regarding the love of asses, is how they can be so atractive when you know their full functionality and all the disgusting operations they are capable of? Farts, shits, hemmorhoids... need I say more? It's an ASS gentlemen! All the things your ass does, her's does too. Yep, even that. But I digress.

I think my biggest issue here is that there is nothing on a man for me to oggle at publicly so it can atleast be fair. He's staring at my boobs, I'm staring at his [insert random thing for me to oggle at here], it's an even exchange. But there is no such luck.

Anyway, I'm really curious about this, so if anyone can shed some light on the topic I'd truly appreciate it. And now I think I'll go finish my reading for tonight.

Later Alligators,
Neek

YES WE CAN!

Words can't even do it right now. Tonight I've gone from screaming, to crying, to laughing all within minutes, and it's all felt so great, lol. I have never felt this much pride in my life. My president is black with a black wife and two beautiful little black daughters. I'm still pinching myself over here. My kids are going to be born into a different world than I was even 19 years ago. A world where anything really is possible. When my children one day ask me if they can really be anything I need only think back on this night and with so much pride look them in the eyes, smile, and say in all honesty "Yes, you can."

It's a beautiful day.

Thee Audience is Listening.

Big changes are coming soon.
I've got soooo many things in the works, it's ridiculous.
Just pray for me & keep those fingers crossed.
Last night I got a call that could change my life.
Maybe all my random writing and singing is finally going to be more than just a passion.
Maybe it could become, dare I say it: A career? A way out? My big chance?

Crazier things have happened, and one thing I know for sure,
my mama said when opportunity knocks you sure as hell better open that door and let it in.

So my door is wide open & I gotta make it happen.