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I don’t know where to begin. How do you write about the beauty that was Whitney Houston? The Voice. Those two words were used to describe her. What more could you say? I have never heard one person say that Whitney couldn’t sing. I have never heard one person critique Whitney Houston’s vocal styling. She was incomparable. Continue reading
Once again you have graced me with your presence. Along with it comes the headaches, the back aches, the food cravings, the mood swings, the nausea, the mere uncomfortableness (is that even a word?) of it all!
This, by far, has been one of the worst visits that I’ve had from you in a long time. On Sunday, I was mad at the world because the mics were up so loud. It felt like Bishop was standing in my ear, shouting every. single. word. at the top of his lungs. I’ve had an aching headache ALL day that is resistant to medicine. And I swear this thing is getting worse as the hours roll by. Continue reading
When is enough, enough, even though the situation hasn’t even fully come into fruition yet? You really can’t judge another person’s actions, character, or points of views until you’ve taken some steps in their shoes.
Now I understand. Totally.
But I’m NOT having it.
I don’t care who you are.