Season of Rain

This year has taught me a lot of things, and I was both humbled and grateful.   I accept everything that happened to me in 2011, and have no regrets about it.  There is a reason that I went through the burning sands in 2011.  The struggle is going to make me stronger.  The changes will be coming in 2012.  A fresh start awaits me.  A new day has begun.   I have learned more about me this year than any other year in my years on this side of the dirt.  This year, I have learned what made me tick, and learned to stop holding my tongue (like I ever stopped in the first place).

This year, 2011, was my season of rain.  In 2012 my earth will harden under my feet and I will be standing on solid ground.  If you loved me, I loved you.  If I was your friend or family, then I will continue to be the same person.   If you talked about me, good or bad, I see it as free publicity.  If you hated me, you probably didn't understand me or didn't take the time out to get to know me.

Here and now...

Well I started, well I should say restarted this blog because of the craziness on the other blog called The Retired Homewrecker.  The name Homewrecker was 'given' to me by a few little boys who thought they could play the player, but when the heat was turned up, couldn't play the game and got burned in the end.

The blog came about when I got tired of the games men and women play on each other. This blog is the basis for people for use to get info on how to play the game better, and to share your stories.

I will move my original blog The Retired Homewrecker to its new home here.  As a warning, all people that read and comment on this blog better come correct and ready to explain your 2 cents to the world (and to me) because you will get raked across the coals.  I do not hold my tongue and will not start doing it either.

In the words of my main man Tank...
"I’m about to spill the truth on these niggas and I know I’m a lose a fan...

So don’t shout me out now nigga
Don’t quote my songs
Don’t gas me up now killer
Don’t write them wrongs
Don’t say you knew me then playa
And then try to serve me now waiter
Cause I could use you better as a hater"



Signed,
The Original Quiet Storm

Dammit bitches!

Yes! I said dammit bitches! This poem has been on my blog for YEARS!!! I am not the owner of the poem! However, I have to say my 2 fucking cents on all these anonymously written responses to this poem. 

ALL YOU BITCHES NEED TO OWN UP TO WHAT YOU ARE SAYING ON THIS BLOG!!!

Every woman on this planet has at one time or another, knowingly or unknowingly, has BEEN THE OTHER DAMN WOMAN! HELL, I will admit to it that I have been the one that was cheated on and the other woman.  I know all about what the poem dictates. I need for all of you to keep it one hundred not just with me but also to yourself.  PUT YOUR FUCKING NAME WHERE YOUR ASS TYPED! 

Do you feel better about yourself when you come on my blog and speak your mind without remorse?  I bet that all of you assholes have Facebook pages and will post all of your intimate details there, but you cant own up to a years old blog?!?!? Come on, son!