Maneater

Everybody look at me, me
I walk in the door you start screaming
Come on everybody what chu here for?
Move your body around like a nympho
Everybody get your necks to crack around
All you crazy people come on jump around
I want to see you all on your knees, knees
You either want to be with me, or be me! -- Maneater, Nelly Furtado

*licking my lips*

That was a tasty little...interaction.

Intensely flavorful...yet mild on tongue and satisfying in the stomach.

Had quite a spicy kick...Indian curry hot. Made my sinuses run.

But the bitter aftertaste has left me a bit nauseous.

Don't know if I can stomach another bite...or can I?

*pushing the plate away*

I'm full for now. Thanks.

Wrap it up and put it in the Frigidaire for me though. Second shelf.

Maneater, make you work hard
Make you spend hard
Make you want all, of her love
She's a maneater
Make you buy cars
Make you cut cords
Make you fall, real hard in love
She's a Maneater, make you work hard
Make you spend hard
Make you want all, of her love
She's a maneater
Make you buy cars
Make you cut cords
Wish you never ever met her at all! -- Nelly Furtado

Heh...

How many men are humming that under their breaths?

If Nina liked pussy, she wouldn't fuck with men at all.

Fuckin' cannibal that she is.














I just can't wait
I'm burning inside
Just don't be late
Don't you wanna ride?
I'll take you on a
Thigh...ride
Feel my body motion
Moving inside
Thigh...ride... -- Tawatha Agee

That's a helluva way to entreat someone to fuck you, eh?

Sounds like something I would say though. Plenty of thigh for that.

Ok...so, I'm back from my mental fart.

Opened up my eyes and ears, and aired my brain out.

...or so it seems fresh in here. Can't be sure though.

So if you see something funky up in here, you already know the deal.

Now what if all I did was pick apart
Your friends cause they ain't got no ends
What if I talked about your face in the morning
Cause we know that you ain't cute in the morning
What if I criticized the way that you be eating
And when you sleeping
You be doing that heavy breathing
What if I was at or about your house creeping
Would I be wrong, would I be wrong... -- Change Me, Ruben Studdard

That song tickles me, especially when he says what if I talk about your face in the morning cuz we know you ain't cute in the morning...

But it makes me think of all of the things that I've chosen not to comment on about the men in my life -- past and present.

We're all flawed, right? No need for me to talk about specifics, right?

Cuz I can look at the big picture like a muthafucka.

Can't seem to get that favor repaid to me though.

I gotta contend with the minutiae of my fuckeduptedness...

But hell, Nina knows she's a half of sip away from totally fucked.

She knows she's got a lot work to do on herself by morning, and the night is half spent.

She knows all that shit.

Just don't need to be reminded of it every moment, that's all.

You wish you never ever met her at all!
You wish you never ever met her at all!
You wish you never ever met her at all!
You wish you never ever met her at all!
You wish you never ever met her at all!
You wish you never ever met her at all!
You wish you never ever met her at all!