Dennessa Writes

 He wore itttttt!!!! Hey guys, sorry I'm very inconsistent, I mean if this were to earn me money I would be flat broke, it can, however I just don't know how to milk it yet, and by the way I still am flat broke. Welcome to the blog, I promise my words henceforth would not be mombo jombo to you.  Back to my exclamation, the he there is my uncle, I call him my second dad. He is one of the most precise in appearance, and character, a little verbose in speech, although an eloquent orator through and through (bottom line of this mombo jombo, no be anyhow person). He wore an outfit I ironed for him. When he asked that I iron it, all I thought about was all of the reasons why I could not do it properly, they were thoughts in my head, the last time I ironed a man's outfit was about a year ago. The last time I ironed his outfit was about five years ago. This man has a live-in launder, who at the very moment was unavoidably absent, and he knew I could in fact iron it, but I felt like

 Hey guys, welcome to the blog. Sorry for my abrupt break in transmission here and there, a girl needs to be in the right frame of mind to write. So valentine is coming, you know the rest of that annoying song (eyes rolled), but if you don't have a girlfriend/boyfriend, I'm here to offer you pick up lines so you can #oxlaid and chill. Read and be booed up, hopefully. How does one own a thing, moreso a person... I reckon it's not in words, It's not in monetary evaluation either, Time shared? Definitely not in the number of hugs and kisses. So what's the right tender to lay claim to ownership of a being? Could it be in sharing experiences? Maybe in making memories... Or it might come from shared emotions... Could it be from identical traumas, Or similar vulnerabilities? (The pick up lines) How do I lay claim of your soul? I'm not the grim ripper, rest easy, I don't come loving your soul only to take it away. I want to nurture you, I want to rejuv

  My mother's ears have known more love stories than I have had, not because I haven't had an array of lovers to play the scenes, but because she saw love in every one who gave me more than a passing glance. My father's gate has seen more lovers than my heart has received. Lovers who gave heaven and earth to get there, but never crossed the foyer, not for lack of invitation, but because they were more interested in being there than taking it further. My daydreams have had more love than my heart has known, not because I haven't known love but because the idea of love is more enthralling than love itself. My sheets have entertained far less lovers than my lips. Lovers who were at one time the only people who mattered in the world, not because they were extraordinary but because I loved them wholeheartedly. My friends know of less lovers than I've had, not because I lied to them but because for some they wouldn't approve. Lovers who lie, cheat and manipulate, y