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Thanks to the Spice & Music Festival and the City of Opelousas for this great opportunity to represent for the Culture here in Louisiana as well as the Spicy Food and Hot Music. There is no place hotter than the Opelousas Spice and Music Festival.
I also want to say Congrats to the MISS QUEEN Mariah!!!!!! Way to GO!!!!!As Ms. Queen I will always have your back and together we will bring this festival and the culture here in Louisiana to the masses.
SELF CONFIDENCE is often thought of as being Conceded-- there is a huge difference. Having HIGH GOALS for yourself is often thought of as being Conceded--- another huge difference. I think that if you live for yourself and not for others you will be just fine. Those who may dislike you can only be used for motivation. Those who find fault in you can only be used to bring out the best in you!!! I feel when GOD is on your side nothing can block your dreams. Thanks to all the people who love me and respect me for who I am. Thanks for believing in me 100% and not giving up on me when at times I gave up on myself. Everyone needs a shoulder to lean on when your self confidence gets broken every now and then. I thank everyone who helped me and are still helping me and push me to the limit. I have grown a lot in that last fre years and I thank Pastor Lloyd Joyner, My MOM and DAD, My grandmother ( Nola Living Sinegal-R.I.P.) for helping me along with my mission and my walk in faith. Im far from perfect in the eyes of the LORD, but I am a work in progress…… God is bringing me thru so much and I love HIM to the fullest because he died for me.
I am affectionately known as “Sweetpea” or “Pea” by family and a host of friends. I was given this nickname as an infant because I always had a squeaky voice and my family thought I sounded like the baby in the Popeye cartoon named Swee’ Pea. My family added on the “T” to Swee’ pea and I was then called “SWEETPEA”.I was born in Lafayette, LA and raised in both Lafayette and Scott, LA.
Who I'd like to meet: people who are intrested in Louisiana culture,music and other queens from around the area.
Ms Opelousas Spice & Music's Friend Space (Top 12)
She mentioned nothing about James… Marcus or the stock boy at Lowe’s. She never said a word about that one night in Graduate school, when she experimented with Simone.
She said nothing about the Kanye West concert… or how she got a backstage pass from the promoter. But now every time one of his songs comes on… She sings along… and starts talking about Kanye like he knows her.
She said nothing about the men’s cologne I found in the car hidden under the seat. However…it was cheap, already opened and damn near empty… so I know it wasn’t for me.
She had no explanation for last Thursday…when she got lost for hours after work. What I do know is… She walked in…rushed the food on the table and could hardly speak for trying to hide her smirk.
Let her tell it…
I’m overbearing…too possessive…and even neurotic. But I’ve been around the block… I’ve seen a lot, plus I’m smart enough to know when somebody else has got it.
She don’t have my scent on her anymore. Her swerve…used to curve …to my nerve…but not anymore.
The cakes just aren’t as good as they use’ta. She don’t play dress up… I can’t tell you the last time I seen the Contessa… Nor does she leave me drained like she used’ta.
Sex between us has become mundane; it’s less like pleasure and more like a routine. And I’m growing weary of this short leash… Always down on one knee… Feeling like a fiend.
I’m drinking Remy…listening to Lenny Williams. With each glass… I find it hard to believe that I…I…I…I… Been catching feelings.
Here I was paying car notes and scurrying home to pay the rent. Well today I emptied out …the bank accounts… Let her get it from Kanye or one of them.
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Praying that I didn’t just catch the Swine Flu. I kissed her. That’s right I kissed her… This beautiful brown girl that I barely even knew.
And although I should be avoiding any and all interaction. I couldn’t help but find myself distracted by the way this woman was dancing.
Loving the way the limelight beamed off her skin. I watched her danced for hours taking subtle sips of my gin.
And in-between the camera flashes, and quick dashes.
She and I met unannounced at the bar. Adjourning to a table retreat… This lady and I took a seat… Shared a smile and discussed the stars.
She proclaimed that she was student, and I a new graduate. She said she loved romance, but most brothers wasn’t having it.
They were just smashing it…
Then bailing out before dawn. Raising her temperature… Reading her unrighteous literature… Depressing her calm.
And in that I found a qualm. A reason to… Keep reading truth… And rescue her from the storm.
Looking out at the cityscape. I could feel her pulse racing starting to anticipate. I wanted more than just some iHop and no phone call… I wanted accentuate…
Accentuate… her cheek bones and her pouty lips. Her dark brown eyes, and her finger tips. I wanted to drive her from this conversation…right up the street to censorship.
Just because her son might be up and we may have to censor sh*t. I wanted to give her this…
This…last “Where have you been all my life?” before her departure. Surely I wasn’t going to try and sleep with her tonight, That would only add to her gripe, But for me it would be torture.
So instead I went home all alone, and Dancing Girl did the same. Now I’m waking up with a hangover, Rummaging through the ‘fridge for leftovers… Trying to remember her goddamn nam
I am truly blessed with the gift of your friendship. I'm very sorry that I haven't been in touch like I should have lately. With all that has been going on with Winston I have not gotten too many chances to be online. The weeks have really gone by fast. I praise God so much that Winston is improving and is almost back to 100%. Hopefully everything will be back to normal soon. Thank you for understanding and continuing to be my friend.
Typin’ back and fourth. She enters, “It’s over!” with no remorse.
She says that our relationship has run its course… and its time for a divorce.
This discussion…I decline. She types back, and she asks why?
Then she implies…
That she’s bein’ FORCED! Typin’ in all CAPS like she was hoarse. Telling me that breaking up is not her sport… As if we’re playin’ soccer…football, or something else outdoors.
So I type back a little frown. Lost as to how she came to this conclusion. Stuck in a state of confusion… I wipe the sweat from my brow.
My Blackberry overflows with envelops. Funny thang is…just yesterday I read about this in my horoscope. Now in the middle of a lap dance, I’ve found out that I don’t have, “one last chance”. Thanks to this buzzing in my coat.
Boosie blares from the speakers.
Via the deejay who helps me ignore the overage. She keeps typin’ and sending… Which only keeps me tipping. ‘Cause I’m just so over it.
The Henny…get’s me…
Damn, I should have never opened it. I shoulda turned my cell off, like a true boss… And said I never notice it.
Nonetheless…
The refreshments have arrived and I’ve popped the cork. Getting a lap dance from a stripper chick named, “F*ck’Um”… while I was being dumped.