i am because you are.

i wanna say, i NEED to say: i love you. beyond words, without measure, you have made my days, my years, my life remarkable, worthwhile, and priceless. i pray for you because i dnt deserve you. you have been a blessing and gift to my existence. today and every day is of note because of what you give and bring to my life. im crying right now as im typing and i can hardly see, ive been so moved this evening by you. if the world ended right now i could smile and go knowing that my life had purpose and joy because of you. i dnt know why blessings are bestowed, i dnt know why He does the thing He does but i give all the glory and all the honor, the praise, the reverence to Him for you. your role in my life is irreplaceable and unremovable. if i didn't have you i don't know where i would be, who i would be, or what i would do.i simply am, because you are. and i wish i had more eloquent words, more depth, more meaning, but this is what i have:

ill go 12 rounds

to the moon and back

ill lie down my life

ill give you my all

ill pray

ill cry

ill try

ill give

ill care

ill listen

ill stay

ill do

ill be

I....I will love you, just to hear you say that you ever loved me.

i need you,

right here

right now

beside me.

you are my strength

my hope

my promise fulfilled

my guide

my comfort.

i said i never knew love...i was mistaken, because i know you. and you are my love.

-yours

how come!

how come i cnt write comments on m bestfriend's blog
how come things just cnt be good
how come when shyt aint got nothin-NOT A THING to do with you, you always end up in it
how come you always come in conversations at the moment when things sound so dirty
how come we cnt have a convo without saying no pun, or hav no sexual innuendos
how come we make plans and they dnt work out
how come this blog is gonna sound really ghetto when i read it back-i already know
how come hoes gotta be so damn trif
how come bitches always jockin yo man
how come there is a surplus of business on sale at walmart but niggas always gotta find a way in yours
how come everyone knows im in memphis?!
how come im writing all of this hella damn quick. like im shockin myself with these fire ass typing skills
how come all of mr all american's friends are infatuated with me?! and blogging! like wtf lol
how come i woke up today with the intentions of going home, rolled over, and decided i just need one more day
how come we cnt be alone! ugh
how come i really want way more tattoos
how come situations always have to arise to just really put you in a funk!
how come hoes gotta hate
how come i dnt inherit beef. i think im allergic, honestly
how come i saw an entire girls basketball team from S.C. at cracker barrel and all of them hoes had on bonnets, chanel earrings, colorful socks, and nike flip flops. not at CRACKER barrell black ppl, come now!!!
how come its already 2009, i clearly remember the millenium scare
how come im in the mood to play guitar hero
how come ppl have to compare. CLEARLY im not her. she aint got shyt on me, she'll never be this fly
how come i always end up in some mess for other ppl and hav no idea how i got there
how come i know something, wanta say something, cnt, and feel really badd
how come if this turns out to be EXACTLY what it has been predicted to be...this could be....uhm ya pretty damn bad
how come females wanta jack?! sweetheart thats not cute, i promise its not.
how come im considering deleting my facebook and staying low key
how come i look like a slave! this shyt is no bueno!
how come i have all these damn questions and not one-NOT ONE MUTHAFUCKIN- scratch that!-not the slightest inkling of an answer.
2k9 has got to go up from here and its not even that its all that bad but i really need to be making major moves.

the shyt niggas say

so im sitting at spence-n-lloyd's right with a whole damn house full of niggas so i felt obliged to let yall know what the hell real dudes talk about. obviously the orginal convo stopped when i should up here's a list of the topic:
-the sophisticated ladies-esp the one with tha dookdook! you gottsa do the "oo" for the imagery of the big booty
-the way the dude on the super d's flyer has a suit the same color as the words
-the hoes at vandy "put her number in my phone"
-the infamous Adam, their roommate, with his back hair and chest hair perm. apparemtly he is part warewolf
-"damn that nigga 8'11 he's almost 9 feet tall," lloyd "DUH!," all
-homegirl that tried ta kill herself at state "she shoulda jumped on somethin harder ol i wanta die soft lookin ass"
-so apparently vince young tried ta commit suicide, idk..."he shoulda done it"
-and of course niggas and relationships
im sayin tho, thi s is real nigga talk. its really very honest, quite hilarious, and of course 100% nigga-ish!
♥