Absolute Randomness.

Ok. So my weekend was COOL. Took my girl Amy to Venu's on Saturday. Aim hasn't been to a club in 20 years y'all. She had a blast. I had a blast laughin at her. Of course there was a fight. Amy played Dr. Phill on the bitches that were fighting. I made fun of them. LOL. I developed a drunken crush on the owner. Remainder, undisclosed information. LOL.

Sunday Schmonday.

Gooooood day. Talked to Monstar. Which is always good. Caught up with my Mun-chee-chee, we did us and then went to bed at 9.

Monday

6am school biz. Noon shopping. All the while conversating with Monstar. **big sigh** 3pm homework. 5pm we time. Dinner. And I begged the baby for a mommy nap. Nope wasn't happnin. Gullah Gullah Island won over me.

So no nap till 8:30 at her bedtime. Only for me to have to get up at 10pm for work. And..... Here I am.

Other news. My lawyers are better than your lawyers. ...baddest one hit my hand... Need some sort of validation on the investors. Still researching the where abouts of their whereabouts. Funny money is not fun.

S.

Creatively,
Scarlett

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As Promised....

... I'm trying to stay atop of my blog sites. Trying is a more difficult word than it seems. "to try" rather "to make an attempt of" as Meriam puts it. So my attempts:

I've posted yet another series of Investment Proposal Statements, reasearching them thoroughly, and with the help of an expert, I'm taking my time with the standing interest on the table. Trying to make a better effort at my informational accuracy. Seeing is believing, and my proposal lacked a little info that might be desired by some investors.

My biggest fear is that once my Plan is leaked, that some one, or some company, might take it and RUN. So I'm trying to let go of that notion, and surcoming to my creativity, knowing that there are plenty more of ideas where that came from.

A special thank you to Mr. Robert Johnson. An expert in entreneaurship, that has been helping me, and lending great advise. Yay Robert!!!

So you guys, I'm still at it. One step at a time, to become the next Hind Hariri, whew, LOL, thats a far ass stretch, but hey who knows!!! LMAO!!!

6 Minutes.

Moving Forward.

Okay. So it's been a few months since I checked in. Been busy.

Currently;

-Working on my site.
Added a few songs, affiliates, updated the contact info, so far so good.

-The move.
ATL is still in question with posibilities in the future. Personal and business. With a current business venture in mind, Philly had also been added to the list. Philly is definately where it's at when the lights go out.

-The Movement.
Still on the hunt for some top-notch investors for my Philly project. With or without them, it's still a go for 09.

-The Now.
Def gonna stay more in tune and on time with my blog site.

S.

What the Hell?

As if I didn't spend the last year working on my first book.... Don't know when it happened but it did... while I was on the last entry into my "Urban Writings: Volume One," Something came over me, what I had thought to be the most compelling part of my book, the very end, turned out to be the beginning to a whole new chapter of a series of books that I now want to write. The one thing that i cant stand about my creativity, the switcheroo. Trust that my current material will be used somehow, but damn, NOW? Already into chapter 2 of the first book of the series, looks like this one is going to be the long haul. I only prey that for something this drastic that would cause me to come to a complete halt, turns out the way that imagine it to. Damn Damn Damn.

What a weekend

What a weekend. Friday at work was spent with my supervisor trying to set me up with a co-worker. One whom I have no interest in what so ever. He's a nice guy but just not my type. Worse part was that he got in on the fixings and ended up getting his feelings hurt repeatily. Poor thing. I'm just not interested. To my surprise, 8 hours later, he still ask me out. And I declined. Great guy. Good friend. Excellent conversator. Just not my type.

Saturday. Awwww. Cashmir came to see me. I've explained to you guys in a previous Urban Writing blog who he is. Man-o-man. I tell ya. That man's essence needs to be bottled up and sold to every man wanting to know how to make a women float. I have known him for over 10 years, and it amazes how well his energy has remained within him just like the first day we met. I admire him so much and wish that more black men were like him. Mentally, he is perfect, he pays attention, tells me things about my self that I didn't know he was paying attention to. Physically, ladies, ladies, ladies... Not one flaw. Perfect skin. Beautiful eyes. Straight white teeth. Nice smile. Clean fingernails. Now you guys know how I feel about David Oliver. But sorry D, Cashmir! Ha! Can't touch him. We were sitting on the bench and I was telling him how I've wrote about him. He laughed y'all. Ha ha ha. Yeah ok. The funny thing about us is that after 10+ years, we have never crossed
the line that takes us from true friends to anything else. Never. Brothas def need to take notes from this man. And ladies.... Naw, nevermind, y'all can't handle my boy.

Sunday. Huem.
Football. The losers won again. Yeah yeah yeah. I swear, if I get another Buffalo Bills text, imma hurt somebody.

Next!

S.

Neglect

Ok. So I have been neglecting my blogs. Sue me. But Im back now and boy-o-boy do I have alot to sat..... next stop

Urban Writings.....

Status #I lost count.

Status #I lost count.

Ok so what I didn't do my blogs like I said I would. Happy go Monday. Wish I don't have to repeat it as it were today. The truth hurts. But it must me dealt with.

Blog on.

S.