Life, Love, & Lipgloss
The Beauty-ful Misadventures of *vanity kane*

Thursday, December 16, 2010
Hi Lovies!

I know it's been a minute since I've spoken to you all (all 7 of you...*sad face* lol) so I'm not even going to go there with all of the normal "I've been a bad blogger" jazz so let's just get to it! One of my closest friends & dear readers (yes I'm stealing your phase :-p) The Editor told me about this writing challenge he posted to his blog about posting 11 goals for the year 2011. The catches are that your readers must hold you to conquering said goals and one reader gets to choose your 11th goal.

Well, coincidentally I had already made a list of goals (personal & professional) that I want to accomplish not only next year, but over the next 15 years. Yes, I went IN! But I'm definitely not going to go into all the goals I personally set for myself, but I will share a select 11 to share with my darlings. Ready? Here we go:

  1. Do 2 test photo shoots a month: In an effort to start build a strong portfolio, I am making it mandatory that I have at least 2 tests scheduled each month. In the beauty world you're only as good as your book and to compete with all the other tons of girls (and guys) who are all going out for the same paid gigs, you have to cut your creative teeth on TFP (time for portfolio) work. Sometimes you get some really great shots from these TFP shoots, and it give you the freedom to be as creative as you'd like. It also allows you to network with other great up-and-coming talent you can collaborate with later on when the big money does start being offered :-)
  2. Learn how to do some light hairstyling: Another way for me to hone my skills in order to be more competitive in the industry is to learn how to do some light hairstyling. There are some gigs that don't have a budget for both hair and makeup, so sometimes clients seek out a makeup artist that can style hair as well. Nothing extreme like cuts and color, just simple blowouts and updos and straight styles. I'm all for acquiring any additional skills needed to help me maximize my income honey!
  3. Start applying to the assistant's lists at various hair/makeup/styling agencies: By the time June 2011 comes along I hope that I'm far enough into taking care of goals 1 & 2 to set this goal into motion. Being an assistant with an agency represented makeup artist would open up more opportunities to not only make some nice dough, it also will begin getting me noticed by some of the top creative talent agencies in the city. By the time I'm 30 I hope to have my own agency representation and starting as an assistant now will get me on my way to achieving that goal.
  4. Have my business website completed: Again in the vain of getting my name out there and establishing my brand. While it's important to have a hard copy or your portfolio, our digital age has allowed us new ways to not only communicate with old friends from kindergarten (thanks social networking!) but to reach potential business contacts as well. Since I don't want potential collaborators and clients all up in my Facebook business, a separate "work" website is super necessary. I have already started tinkering with my website using Wix.com but of course the content will come from having goals 1 & 2 squared away (anyone seeing a pattern here?). I've also set this goal to be "completed" by Summer 2011. Art is an ever evolving process, so in that respect my website will truly never be "done", but you get the point.
  5. Lose 30 pounds: I'm so serious this year! Looking back at pictures of me while I was still at Howard and comparing to how I look now, my former coke bottle figure is slowly trying to become a 2 liter - SO not fly. Luckily when I work at it, I can whip myself back into shape in pretty decent time and most of the weight I lose and gain is in my waistline (the boobs never go anywhere *happy dance*). The challenge is just getting back into the routine of working out regularly. I guess taking it easy on my habit of sweet treats and drinking more water are also quite necessary for this goal to be reached. Hold me to it guys!!!
  6. Read my bible more: Over this past year I have been making great strides in getting my spiritual life together and while I have had a great deal of spiritual growth, there's still plenty of work to be done. Reading the bible for myself and independently deciphering what the scriptures mean that I don't always have to look to others to do it for me. My talks with the big G-O-D might even sounds more intelligent after a while, LoL.
  7. Revamp my beauty blog: Like I've said before, LL&L was originally suppose to be 80% beauty blog and 20% about my personal life. We all know how that actually turned out. In yet another plot to build my brand I think that building a separate blog for just beauty stuff will aid in establishing myself as the beauty guru that I am. I has a mission to do that 4 years ago and I need to just doing (like Nike and stuff). There's no reason that I can't have a successful, well read beauty blog with all the knowledge I possess and the unique voice I have (at least I hope its unique). I just need to buckle down and do it, especially since this new blog is going to involve very frequent posting (details to come soon dolls).
  8. Give back!: As corny as it sounds, I really feel strongly about giving back and I have come up with some ways to do that through my church. We currently don't have a clothing bank and thanks to my background with Dress for Success, I think that's a project that would not only be fulfilling for me but beneficial to my community. The other project I thought about was doing makeup workshops for women of all ages. As someone who has (and is still) battling with self-confidence and appreciating both my outer and inner beauty, I have always been very passionate about helping other women conquer those demons. I've already started mapping out the tentative outline for the workshop, so I'm already getting a jump on this goal!
  9. Finally get my driver's license: Even though I live in a city where public transportation is practically a way of life, I will not be a real grown up until I know how to drive. Period.
  10. Be comfortable in my own skin: I've been me for almost 26 years now, but that hasn't been an easy journey. Between loving others and trying to be everything to everyone, it's not always easy to address the issue of fully loving myself. This year has certainly been an exploration of that fact. While this will be a long standing process, I need to follow my own advice and accept myself for who and what God created me to be. Quirks, thick thighs and all :-)
So there you have it, 10 of my goals for 2011. Now it's up to you to choose my 11th one! I think I may take some suggestions and post my favorite one, so get those thinking caps on loves. I can't wait to hear your responses :-) Also, if you have your own goals you want to set next year, I'd love to hear some of those as well. Take care loves, have a Merry Christmas and a fabulous New Year!

EDIT - January 21, 2011

I officially have my 11th goal thanks to The Editor. It's was very well thought out and meaningful and I greatly appreciate the effort put into it (thanks again hun!). Here it is:

11. Un-compartmentalize your life. It seems like you've done a great job no longer trying to be all things to all people, which was definitely a problem there for awhile. But now it seems like instead you've decided to be some things to some people, which has made it clear that you don't want to be other things (that we both know are VERY important) to other people. So in 2011, go all in, unless you don't think it's worth going all in for. Stop holding in or stop holding on. The only way you're going to know if you're supposed to be where you are, or even more where you want to be, is by being all the way there. So don't hold anything back this year, and see where you end up. You might surprise yourself...and somebody else. Happy New Year!

Posted by *vanity kane* at 10:14 AM | 0 comments
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Hey Guys & Dolls!

So many of you know that the main function of Life, Love & Lipgloss was to serve as a beauty blog with just a small amount of my real-life anecdotes. As you loyal readers have come to see it had evolved more into an first hand look into my misadventures in life and love with a small sprinkling of beauty editorials.

Soooo, to give the beauty content the attention it deserves, you can check that out here at the blog I created for my business Brown Paper Doll Image & Beauty Consulting. Don't worry, I will be going between here and the new spot so I won't completely be gone (famous last words? lol).

Thanks for all the love and support you have shown me here at LL&L and I hope you show the same love over at Get Dolled Up. Thanks for sharing my story, more misadventures are sure to come! Smooches!

Posted by *vanity kane* at 9:09 AM | 0 comments
Tuesday, May 04, 2010
Dear Prince Charming,

How did I ever live without you? I know, I know it sounds quite cliche but I truly find myself asking that very question. I honestly never knew that love could feel like this, considering my past relationship history I didn't know that it was possible or that I even deserved to be loved the way you love me. Years of disappointment, disgust and despair added bar after bar to the cast iron gate that once guarded my heart & after dealing with my share of wolves in sheep's clothing I am blessed to say that you are the genuine article.

What we have built this past year transcends time, logic and human imagination. A connection like ours is usually only found in fairy tales, storybooks & love songs. Of course, none of these fully illustrate the real work that comes along with having a solid relationship. But despite the highs & lows we may have and any difficulties we may come across, I'm not going anywhere - we're just stronger because of them. With that in mind it's easy for me to see the bigger picture.

I want to build a home with you. I want to wake up every morning next to you. I want to take your last name. I want to have your children. I want to grow old with you. You make me laugh, you make me cry, you make me feel like a little girl and a woman all at the same time. You just make me happy. I told myself a long time ago that when it's right, you find yourself asking less questions. There is a confidence there knowing that everything just is.

I am thankful for everything you have done for me. I thank you for making me feel beautiful. I thank you for the man that you are and the man you are going to become. I thank God everyday for blessing you with me with you. Above all, I thank you for scaling the walls of my heart and slaying the dragons of relationships past. For that I owe you more than a debt of gratitude, I owe you my heart.

Thank you for being my Prince Charming, for being my fairy tale ending. The Joe to my Marilyn, the Kermit to my Piggy, the Alvin to my Brittany. There is no one else in this world that I would rather be committed to. Our love story is just beginning and I know that with you, I am going to live happily ever after.

For better or for worse
Flaws & all
I love you

Posted by *vanity kane* at 8:17 AM | 0 comments
Tuesday, February 03, 2009
*Blows dust of her blog* is anyone even here anymore??? I feel like such a neglectful parent, I haven't spoken to you guys in so long. A year of my life has gone by and I haven't even taken the time out to share with you all. I must do better in 2009. Will you forgive me? Pretty please? You will, yay for me!! Well, before we catch up on the good stuff, I was tagged by a couple of folks to do one of those 25 random things surveys and I figured it would be a great way for me to get back into the swing of things. That being said, here we go:

1) I was a really big *Nsync fan. Like, fanatical big. I have seen them 3 times in concert (including the Madison Square Garden show that was filmed for HBO), I kept three 3” binders packed full of various posters, magazine articles and other tidbits about the group, and you couldn’t tell me that I wasn’t going to have mulatto babies with Justin Timberlake. I even accidentally flashed J.C. Chasez at a show in D.C. (it really was an accident, I swear!). To me, they will always be the greatest boy band ever. Well aside from New Edition. Which brings me to…

2) From about until I was 7 or so, I refused to go to bed without listening to New Edition. I would throw a fit if my mother didn’t let me fall sleep to Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, Mike, and Ralph. “If It Isn’t Love” is one of my favorite songs J

3) I love reading [Crunk + Disorderly]. Not just because of the content, but because of the ridiculous post tags they have made up. Gems like “I can do all things through Yaki that strengthens me”, “Go ahead and sell that ass girl”, and “My pussy sits up real nice in my shorts” leave me dying of laughter each and everyday.

4) If I really like you, I will more than likely bake you your favorite dessert from scratch or whip up one of my classics to show it. After whipping up said dessert, I will present it to you wearing something very cute. I mean, what’s better than having a sweet treat serving you a sweet treat? ;-)

5) Mariah Carey is my favorite singer. I love her way more than I love Beyoncé. I even have the Glitter album. Don’t hate, that ish was great, LOL!

6) The girls believe that I am going to marry a nice older man who will love me beyond belief.

7) I love them for wanting that for me J

8) Back when I was in 5th grade and the mid 90’s were in full swing, I though that Pamela Anderson was the coolest chick ever. I attribute that to the fact that she made it cool to have big boobs – natural or fake, lol

9) Since age 3 in my stilettos been struttin’ in this game – literally. There is photographic proof me wearing a pair of my mother’s stiletto pumps and fishnet stockings. That day sealed my fabulous fate. I am still trying to find this pic actually.

10) I was 5 when my middle sister was born. I wanted to name her so I named her Claviaca. Don’t ask why I named her such a thing, I was clearly 5, lol

11) I have always had a very active imagination, and it tends to run away with me more often than not.

12) My first crush was Curtis from the comic strip of the same name. Don’t judge me, I told you about my imagination, LOL!

13) I am probably not as stuck up as I let on to be.

14) Deep down inside I am not just a gay man, but I am a drag queen. I heart those bitches.

15) I wanted to be a video girl most of my sophomore year at Howard – up until I saw Uncut for the first time. Trust and believe I changed my mind about that with a quickness!

16) I have noticed that most of my no-homo girl crushes are on chicks who like a bit like me. I feel like that proves I’m a bit conceited, lmao!

17) Even after all the heartache I have been through, I still believe that I will have my fairy tale love story.

18) I really wish I could have a Barbie doll modeled after me. That would be über-glamorous indeed.

19) I was quite an acrobat in my younger days. The most chronicled story of my acrobatics was when I was 1 or 2 I climbed up our couch, into the window to the kitchen, found a box of pretzels and proceeded to eat them. Mind you I didn’t do this just once, but twice. Everyone thought my grandfather was the one that put me on the table until he took pictures outlining the whole process of my stunt. That and the fact that I was being a fatty.

20) I want to write a book one day, and that is actually the main reason why Life, Love and Lipgloss came to be. I wanted an arena to practice writing about my life experiences in order to help other girls who may be dealing with similar issues. You’re still not alone ladies!

21) I was a child model for a brief moment in time. A VERY brief moment. I was actually in a textbook back in the day. I couldn’t tell you the name of it or anything though, sorry, LOL.

22) I am a minimalist beauty junkie. Even though I have a cosmetics arsenal that rivals any high end department store, the only products I use on a regular basis are lipgloss, mascara and a hint of blush. Coincidentally those are probably the 3 things I would need to survive if I was stranded on a desert island. That and Vin Diesel…and Trey Songz…

23) One of the things I am most self-conscious about (my smile) is one of the things I get complimented on the most.

24) I love bad 90’s pop music. I am not ashamed to say that Aqua, Amber, Real McCoy and Ace of Base are just a sampling of the artists from my childhood that I enjoy.

25) I’m not really that into chocolate, I only like certain chocolate things (namely Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups) and that is when the mood strikes me. If you really want to get on my good side, bring me vanilla cupcakes J



Posted by *vanity kane* at 11:39 AM | 1 comments
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Fate is a funny little bastard. He makes beautifully unexplainable things happen in your life without warning, but behind all his surprises lies an amazing purpose. Just as I was co-signing to Keyshia Cole's sentiments in "I Remember", fate knocked on my door - literally. I had been running into Song Cry all semester, mostly due in part to the fact that he moved into my dorm. Each time I saw him I was reminded of all the pain, hurt and anguish I felt when we ended our courtship. During our time together I did all the things I felt a "perfect" girlfriend should do for her man, only to have my feelings disregarded and deal with an overwhelming sense of abandonment. As I have been discussing with both of my therapists, the main problem that I faced in my relationships with men was that I always felt as though I wasn't good enough for them to want to stay with me or that I was never doing the right things (both are issues that stem from my lack of a relationship with my father). I mean, how would you feel if you cooked, cleaned, made the bed and gave it up on a very regular basis for a man who didn't appreciate you for all the things you did for him? But... I digress.

Anywho, as I said Song Cry and I have been running into each other all semester so I figure maybe this is my opportunity to give this mutha fucka a piece of my mind. Surprisingly, he beat me to the punch. The other day we ran into each other when I was walking downstairs to go to the computer lab. He asked me when I was going home for the holiday because he wanted to see me before I left. I told him but immediately dismissed the notion to myself because...well...I honestly didn't think he was actually going to take the time out to stop by. Low and behold, fate came knocking on my door Monday evening.

Song Cry has just come home from work and wanted to makes sure that he saw me before he got too comfortable and went to bed. I ushered him into my room then we embraced each other, similarly to the way we used to back in the good old days. We started to chat and catch up when I noticed that we instantly fell into our old routine of playful banter. An outsider would never have known that we really haven't spoken for almost a year and a half. That is, until I coyly mentioned that fact to him. He sighed as a sign that he agreed and then went on to drop the biggest bombshell since (God rest her beautiful pink soul) Anna Nicole Smith circa 2002.

He apologized to me.

He apologized for the way he took me for granted and for ending our relationship the way we did. Older and wiser, Song Cry is now at a point in his life where he's been very reflective, particularly when looking back on his past relationships. When taking a look back at what we had, he honestly couldn't find anything wrong with it. His boys even loved me and his best friend (who apparently still adores me) asked him point blank why he broke up with me. Again, he was left speechless. He was able to come to one very strong conclusion about me and the former "we" that that has changed my outlook on our situation - he told me I was perfect.

Needless to say, that statement caused me to tear up a bit. He went on to explain that my ladylike demeanor, my bubbly personality, and my undying desire to make him happy is what he loved so much about me and made me stand out from all the women he's ever dealt with. Apparently, this suburban sweetheart from Queens had the power to soften the rough edges of the boy from the projects of Brooklyn. He did add that my "cute face and hot body" also added on to the package (his words, not mine). Of course he couldn't resist throwing in the fact that we were amazingly physically compatible and a lot of great sex (again, his words, not mine). Before we continued to reminisce about all the memories we've made - our first kiss, him sneaking me out to go to Coney Island in the middle of the night, our dates at various monuments in D.C., holding hands through the streets of Brooklyn, the first time we made love, the list goes on and on - he admitted that there are very few things he regrets in his life, and one of his biggest regrets was not fighting for me, not fighting for us.

That's when it hit me. For the past year and a half I've been acting out my anger and sadness toward this situation by way of the various men I was desperately trying to mold into Song Cry's replacement as the girls watched as I slowly spiraled into my insanity. My spiral was caused by the fact that Song Cry and I never had closure. Our split was so abrupt that neither one of us had a moment to truly take stock of our situation. I had been so hurt that my better judgement became cloudy and I started to become destructive, until I was so numb that I couldn't feel anything anymore. That night (thanks due in part to fate) Song Cry didn't tell me what I wanted to hear - he told me what I needed to hear. This encounter has not only dissolved the sorrow I have bottled up for so long, it has also helped me reclaim my sense of self-worth. Knowing that I really did do all the right things has made me realize that maybe I'm not so damaged after all.

Song Cry and I continued to kick it for about another hour of so. We decided that we want to rebuild our friendship and he invited me to a dinner party he's throwing next month. I am looking forward to at least be able to be his friend again, to me that's the most important part of all this. It should serve as an interesting journey though because the crazy thing is that our chemistry is still as sick as it was the day we first met.Chemistry like that can only be experienced once in a lifetime and that's only if you're lucky. Our chemistry is the very same thing I tried to force with The Editor and the very same thing I'm trying my damnedest to mimic with Poisonous.

Overall, I feel that our conversation was beneficial to the both of us. I see the growth and new found humility he's shown me and I am proud of the man he has become. As we lingered in the hallway I came out and told him that I missed him. With that slick grin of his he retorted, "You don't miss me, you just miss my jokes." We laughed and during our final embrace of the evening I wrapped my arms around his wiry frame and he nuzzled his face into my neck, just like we used to do. I was so comfortable that I almost kissed him, we just felt that natural. Does any of this mean that there's a chance of us rekindling our romance? Who knows. If fate takes us in that direction, then so be it.The important thing is that I've finally found the strength I so desperately needed to move on with my life.

We finally parted ways, with him learning that he really didn't know what he had until it was gone and me left with the bittersweet memories of our past.While this good girl did go bad, she's learned that she truly isn't gone forever, but he may mourn forever since he has to deal with that fact that he did me wrong forever. Fate may be a funny little bastard, but I'm thankful that he's provided me with clarity after the storm.

Posted by *vanity kane* at 7:01 PM | 3 comments
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
...It's my anniversary!!! LOL, today marks the one year anniversary of Life, Love & Lipgloss and I thought today would be the perfect day to get back in the swing of blogging (especially since I've been quite MIA for a while).

You know, the funny thing about this blog is the fact that I originally started it as a beauty blog first, and a personal blog second. As time went on the more I had to get off my chest and share with you guys, the less beauty-centric the blog became, lol. I guess that's not entirely a bad thing though, it gave me an outlet (aside from my personal journal) to voice my feelings & frustrations in a safe place. My little slice of cyber heaven ultimately became another source of therapy for me.

I think I should take the time out to say that when I started Life, Love & Lipgloss that I never really expected people to actually read it. I know that sounds a bit crazy, but other than those in my inner circle I didn't think that people would take the time out to see what was going on in my world. It genuwinely warmed my heart to get feedback and facebook messages asking about how I was doing after certain events. It's always great to see that sisterhood is still alive and well :-) So here's a special shout out to Tashira (The Butterfly Sings) and Tomara (Second Skin Beauty) for their encouragement, my Uber-Glam girls for being my biggest fans (and pressuring me to blog more, lol), The Editor for putting up with me and my madness (lol), and any one else I may have forgotten. Blame it on my head and not my heart :-)

I know I've said it a bunch of times, but I promise that I'll incorporate more beauty stuff in this next year. In fact I have a nice lengthy list of topics I want to hit for you guys. The next post is going to be a life update though, so just sit tight, stay diddy fresh, and thanks for sharing this milestone with me. Smooches!

Posted by *vanity kane* at 1:13 PM | 1 comments
Monday, August 06, 2007
I don't know what it is about me that draws certain dudes to me, but I need to stock up on some strong crazy repellant - ASAP...

Posted by *vanity kane* at 10:43 PM | 0 comments
Friday, July 13, 2007
Throughout the course of this week have I experienced a myriad of emotions, the strongest of those being pain. Not pain for myself, but rather pain knowing that I hurt one of the most important people in my life. I told myself that I was going to stay away for a while seeing as how the blog is part of what got me in trouble in the first place, but I’ve been writing like a maniac in between the incessant sobbing since I got off the phone with him on Monday afternoon. I know it’s all over the place, but bear with me. I’m sure he’s not going to even read this, but I just feel the need to share none the less. I know that it still may not change anything, but I am still sorry, and I will always be sorry for what I’ve done to you….


7.8.07

I feel like I’ve just gone through the worst breakup in the history of relationships, and the sad part is that we weren’t even together. They say you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone, and that cliché has never rang truer than it does for me today. Because of my selfishness, insecurity, and plain out jealousy I have damaged if not completely destroyed my friendship with The Editor. The shittiest part of all of this is that I could have prevented this blowing up the way it did if I was adult enough to tell him that I still wasn’t fully OK with him not wanting to pursue anything that involved us being more than just friends. Instead I chose to be childish, passive-aggressively leaving catty facebook statuses and ultimately writing the now infamous blog entry (which apparently he saved on his computer so he can remember each and every word I wrote). I honestly didn’t mean to hurt him, I was so consumed by jealousy and anger that I snapped. I didn’t even have a damn thing to do with the girl I referenced whom I don’t even know and had no right to disrespect. A dark, ugly part of me was upset about the idea of him choosing another woman over me and on impulse I unwittingly disrespected the man I care about most. The man who treated me with the utmost respect, the man who I was most comfortable with, the man I confided in & he in me, the man whose trust in me is now shattered because of my selfishness.

That’s not even the worst part of it. He may have been upset about me calling this chick (who, for the record, he really isn’t even dealing with) all out of her name and the fact that I instantly jumped to a grossly false conclusion, but he was furious because I failed to tell him how I really felt about our situation and he felt as though I placed him in the exact same category as Broken Glass, Big Business, Fraudulent, and countless others that really have done me wrong. This man has been nothing but good to me and in one foul swoop I took all that he’s done for me for granted. Any other girl he’s dealt with and didn’t want to pursue anything with got a nice 3-second, “No, that’s not going down”. He thought I was special enough to break down why we wouldn’t work out, because he felt that’s what I deserved. As I’m writing this his quote still brings tears to my eyes. He felt I was special and worthy of an explanation and this is what I do to thank him.

Maybe I pushed him away because I had no clue of how to handle his gentlemanly behavior. Saying “the devil made me do it” may be an accurate reason in light of my new found awareness about spiritual warfare. See, I’ve realized that the enemy knows my future just as God does, so he’s willing to do anything to get in my way and prevent me from receiving my blessing. For years he has been attacking me at my weakest point (my dealings with men) and breaking me down just for shits and giggles. All those moments when this little voice in the back of my mind kept whispering to me things like, “You’re not good enough for him,” “You’re too fat,” “He just wants to fuck you because you’re not worthy of any man’s love and respect,” “You’re a ditz, he doesn’t want to talk to you about anything,” "You only caught his attention because of the way you look, and nothing more," “Your own father didn’t even want you, what makes you think any other man will?” that was simply Satan coaxing me into believing that I need to seek male attention to feel validated. When I found positive validation in my friend, he saw fit to get under my skin and convince me to destroy what God placed in my life.

I’m sure that The Editor won’t believe “the devil made me do it” premise seeing as how he doesn’t believe that I was concerned about our friendship. He didn’t believe that my stomach had been in knots since Saturday after I came to my senses, that I was trying to find the right way to apologize, that I really didn’t mean all those things I said, that I’m not the vindictive individual he now sees me as, that I’m still his sweet Susan, that I didn’t want to lie to him about my feelings, that I didn’t stop crying after we got off the phone, that I was in tears on the bus and the two trains I took to get out of my concrete prison, that I continued to sob in the lobby of 1500 Broadway, that I haven’t stopped crying, that this is the worst pain I’ve felt in my 22 years of life, and most importantly that I didn’t want or mean to hurt him.

In my rampage I stated that within our friendship the two of us rarely held back from one another, which was the main reason I got upset with him the first place (I felt that he was hiding his female companion from me). He responded by telling me that he didn’t want to tell me about the other girl because he didn’t want me feeling to get hurt. He then added that I was being hypocritical because I’ve obviously been holding a great deal back form him. More over, if he wants to date other people then that’s his purgative. He’s a grown ass, 24-year-old single man who can talk to whoever he so chooses. It is unfair to him for me to feel that if he doesn’t want to date me then he can’t date anyone. He deserves to be happy, and my own hang-ups should not prevent him from the happiness he deserves.

The bottom line is that I haven’t been as good to him as he has been to me. I showed him most if not all of my most horrific traits in the blink of an eye and he has every right to be upset with me. I honestly don’t think I’ve cried this much in my life. I don’t even think I was this torn up when I broke up with Song Cry. The Editor and I had a very special friendship and because of my recklessness it will never be the same. We used to touch on the fact that every relationship has a season, and I have a feeling that this is going to turn into the coldest winter ever. I know that I have a long road ahead of me, but saving this friendship is beyond worth it. This ordeal has taught me a very important lesson about letting my impulses distort rational thinking. Through the grace of God we’ll be able to mend our severed relationship and who knows, this might even make us stronger. At any rate I hope that time will heal this wound, and I think that’s what ultimately the two of us need. As the mending process begins, I’m going to keep Psalms 30:5 deep in my spirit– “For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favor is life: weeping may endureth for a night, but joy cometh in the morning”.


7.10.07

My therapist once pointed out to me that I don’t trust myself, and therefore I possess the inability to fully trust others, men in particular. It is because of this inability that I put up walls and barricades around my emotions, especially with the wrong people. I ultimately used these defenses to hurt a man who deserved all of my trust and honesty because I considered him to be a confidante. My own insecurity and selfishness caused me to detonate the self-destruct button on our valuable relationship, or maybe I had already pushed it when I allowed the line between friend and more to become blurred. At any rate it’s hard to say what’s going to happen next. At least I finally decided to get out of bed. What I do know is that this is making me sicker than I have ever been in my entire life. I am hurting knowing how much I have hurt and disappointed him.

There was one a point in my life when it was fairly easy to cheer me up from any situation with the simple things in life – a manicure, a fly new pair of stilettos, a Vin Diesel moviethon, some fancy lip gloss, or even a Magnolia Bakery cupcake would serve as the remedy to cure me of my sorrow. Sadly in this situation I’ve gotten myself into no spa treatment, luxury good, gourmet treat, cosmetic product, or sexy muscular light-skinned bald man can undo the damage that I’ve caused…


7.11.07

God has been putting me through all this to teach me a lesson. Even though sometimes I feel as though I’m in a crappy remake of “Groundhog Day” I’ve been repeating these patterns my therapist and I have talked about for a reason. Until I get what he’s trying to teach me right, God is going to keep telling me, “Aww damn. You were so close. Try again”. But I know it’s all out of love, just like when the girls poke fun at me. God is preparing me for something so incredible, something beyond my wildest imagination. I better start taking notes, because class is now in session.

Posted by *vanity kane* at 12:49 PM | 0 comments
Saturday, July 07, 2007
I'm sure you can tell by my last couple of posts that I haven't been a very happy camper, not to mention the fact that my mind is going in 50 different directions (but what else is new?). It's not so much that I'm upset, I'm just frustrated. Since I'm not particularly in the mood for fluffy narration, here's what has been on my mind. Straight, no chaser:
  • Reason #75 why "Sex & The City" is the truth - last night after I ended my last rant I started flipping though channels I stumbled across an episode in which Carrie posed the question, "Has the fear of being alone led women to 'faking it'?" Going far beyond faking orgasms (which I'll have you know I am totally against), we as women have begun to fake entire relationships based on the fear of growing old as a spinster. That same fear is exactly why I told Poisonous that I'd give him another chance. See y'all, don't sleep on "Sex & The City", it's mad deep, lol!
  • While we're on the subject of fear {sigh}, I will admit that I was a way out of pocket with some of the things I said in my last entry and it was extremely passive-aggressive. Do you blame me though? I was angry and hurt, not angry at him per say, just about the situation. I felt foolish and silly for putting myself out there (yet again) only to get my feelings hurt. I misconstrued his friendship and genuine respect for me as something more because quite frankly I've never had that type of relationship with a guy. Ever. It's funny though, because at first after I told him how I felt I was fairly relieved when he told me that he was checking for me or anyone for that matter. It damn near brought a tear to my eye when he said to me, "Why would I tell you that you deserve better than these trifling guys you deal with then turn around and become one of them? Because you really do deserve better." After he told me that I was feeling pretty damn good about life. because in that moment I knew that there wasn't anything wrong with me, his head just wasn't in the place to be boo-ed up at the moment. I was most concerned about our friendship staying in tact, because that's really what matters to me the most. It still is what matters to me the most. Needless to say when the thought of him getting ready to throw that whole "I'm not looking for a relationship" thing out the window when a chick from his past came back around I got quite rilled up. Especially considering the fact that she did him so wrong and the fact that he didn't even want to come out and tell me. It struck me as odd because we rarely ever hold things back from each other, so yeah, my sensitive ass lashed out. Should I have talked to him about it first? Of course, but I know that whatever I had to say would have come out all wrong or far worse than what I wrote because through my eyes it appears as though he's not trying to be with me, but he can deal with the other chick. It's not fair for me to assume that's the case, maybe after both of us cool off a bit this might become a topic of discussion.
  • All this thinking and contemplation has me wanting to get back to campus so that I can go back to therapy. Just as I thought I was making some progress.

Alright, this is all I've got in me right now. I'm going to go find something to occupy my mind. I might actually start working this business plan. Or maybe I'll just read a book. Either way, I need to channel all this bad energy. Until next time...


Posted by *vanity kane* at 3:36 PM | 0 comments
Friday, June 29, 2007
Against my own better judgement, it looks like I might be trading in that ticket to Atlanta for a ticket to North Carolina...

Posted by *vanity kane* at 10:47 AM | 1 comments

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