Pimp by Blood Not Relation

I do apologize World,

I missed you guys yesterday, but I gotta lot going on with it being Homecoming Week. Im out penetratin' the streets with flyers, meeting with folks and pimpin, as usual. I really cant help it. I get from both of my parents, but my grands are the real pimps. My grandfather went to jail for shooting another pimp whose chose Grandpa. Grams *smh* got the ladies and the gentlemen breaking bread and their necks to please her. She was married to a man, now she's married to a woman.Thats probably where I get that shit from. I'm like "Nicki Minaj loves the boys...I like the girls, too, but you gotta be a bad one."

Yesterday was a light day, but got some things accomplished. Stopped by one barbershop, my old barber was about to pull off, but he stopped, bitch in the car and all, to talk to me. He even went as far as to ask me "is that stomach still flat?" Another barber stopped me later, who works with my other barber, he wants to see me and cut me up for free. Last shop, made a biz deal and got a free cut. Met the owner of autoshop who got the buggy right. I filled out the invoice with my info, without any charges. Them folks worked on my car for hours. I know, I was stuck there the whole time. I went for a service that should taken no longer than 20-30 minutes total, but the they discovered other shit. I am not complaining. I went to sleep thanking the LORD and woke up with a continuation! Leaving the shop, I went to J. Alexander picked up a quick dinner for me and my lil girl compliments of this wanna-be-with-me as nigga. Stayed there bout fifteen minutes then rolled on downtown. Showed my face in the spot.

Then went home to give Uncle Frank a piece of mind to relieve him from an exasperating day. He couldn't believe I didn't run upstairs to my office/temporary living quarters right away versus me chillin on the loveseat with him. I knew he had a hard long day losing all his IDs and cards. I am a REAL friend plus I get a kick out of it. He seemed surprised I came home with J. Alexander bags and that I left the Auto shop with such an "outstanding" bill. All I needed was to be able to get around. I'm back bitches! Well.......almost.

Well, he's got family coming in, so we gotta go somewhere else. He wanna act all concerned about where I'm going to stay. Why? You should've thought about that before you invited us to come stay with you. I cant find somewhere to go every time someone comes in town and you don't want them to know you housin a bitch plus one. The funniest is when he tries to hide me from the people who super know I exist like these NFL agents and players. Little does he know, they refer to him as my husband and other half. lol We never put a title on our relationship besides friends and business partners. (Yeah right) I seen his barber yesterday . First thing he says to me is "Where's Frank?" "This is him on the phone," coincindently. The whole town knows, even at this point there really nothing to know. If they only knew...

I gotta go for now that was more than enough. Read the past blogs to understand more of this one. Dont be offended by the lingo.

Join me as I, rejoice in hope, endure affliction, and persevere in prayer.

Love. Peace. & Hairgrease to you,
(you're suppose to say and also with you)

[Miss]underSTOOD

Sleeping Seperately

Hey World...it's me [Miss]underSTOOD Mimi!



Last night I set up me an airmatress in my office upstairs away from everyone. I decided I wanted sleep separated from "Uncle Frank." I figured it would help separate somethings emotionally, especially since we are "not-dating". Night before last he brought a young lady home with him from the club. Yeah, I am not surprised. What surprises me is his choice in women. Hmmmp. If you "brought her home for us"......you should've left her cheap ass where you found her. Well, now he and his basic-bitches can have the room. Im good; do what you want. Anywho, that's not the focus of his blog.

I woke up this morning feeling refreshed. I wasn't tossing and turnin looking for the comfort I routinely find nuzzled up next to him. I was ready to get out the bed with no problem. Versus my normal, waiting on him to get up before I bust a move. I felt a since of independence. I feel like I am in my own space. That is what a bedroom has always been for me, a retreat from the world around me. It serves as my safehaven and filler station. I am renewed in the confines of my own space.

When my ex and I lived together, I had my own bedroom. I sometimes slept with him and other nights alone. Sometimes I would go in there for my naps or when I just need some me-time. We watched many westerns (he was a cowboy to the heart.) I vividly remember this one where this prestigous man married a lady and she was given this beautiful suite of slumber. I thought "that is the shit; I wanna be like her when I grow up!" And that is my plan. According to the National Sleep Foundation, 24 percent of couples sleep in seperate rooms. When I get married, I must have my own room. I told my friends that I would probably want my own house connected with a bridge (I seen that on a movie,too), like Tim Burton and Helena Bonham Carter who have seperate homes connected with a hallway. So, I'm not completely crazy.

The National Association of Home Builders expect to be building 60 percent of custom homes with double master suites. Some may argue that sleeping is time a intimacy for couples. While others beg to differ saying its a precious time that is needed for proper rest, minus the interruptions that can be caused by your bed-mate. A lack of sufficient sleep can cause a multitude of problems. And it definitely won't contribute to the bliss of a couple.

Think what you want; say it, tweet it, FB it, too. But I know what I gotta do.

Love. Peace. and Hair-grease!

Im just [Miss]underSTOOD