Yesterday, one of my readers asked me a question that I seem to get a lot.  I’m often asked if all the things I write about are from personal experience.  Sadly, my life isn’t that interesting.  lol. If that were the case, then I’d be a broke lying cheating fat whore in a physically abusive relationship with a man with 6 kids and 4 baby mamas. Who’s also in love but hates men all at the same time.

Riiiigghhhtt..

Ask anyone who creates things, we take inspiration from everywhere.  A man standing on the street, the sunset, the sunshine or lack thereof, a trip to a secluded island, something on the news and the lives of their friends.

You know how Carrie Bradshaw wrote about Samantha, Charlotte and Miranda?  Well I write about my gals.  All of them.  My best gals, my gals from around the way way, my boys, my homies, my coworkers, and gals I don’t even know.   Even though I may write things in the first person, that doesn’t mean they’re about me.  And when I write things in the third person, that doesn’t mean I can’t relate.  This blog is a compliation of the people and the things and the stories that have inspired me.

Some people inspire me to be just like them.  Others inspire me to be nothing like them.  And some people simply inspire me to write a post like this one.    Because even though this is my blog, its definitely not all about me.   I’m conceited but not like THAT!  lol.

So thank you for taking the time out to read this. But my blog is NOT my autobiography. When I get around to writing one of those, y’all will be the first to know.  Like I said before…  You think you know, but you have NO IDEA.

“You bring feeling to my life, you’re my inspiration…”   lol. I love that freakin’ song.