Remember Me???


*waves* I’ve missed you all!

Hey. Hello. Hi there. :) Remember me? If not, let me reintroduce myself. I’m Camille – aka Cam, Killa Cam, Milley, Milli Vanilli, Mill Mill, Cheeks, and a plethora of other names. I have been neglecting this blog like NO OTHER, and I’m sorry! I’ma do better. Must. do. better. A combination of laziness, being busy, and having nothing I felt was interesting enough to write a complete post about has prevented me from updating, but no more! Why, you ask? What has changed? Actually, nothing. Yet. But I’m announcing today that I’M BACK ON THE MARKET! No one is excited, I know. That’s cool. I’ve taken a break from dating for seriously, like, a long time. Officially, it’s been (OMG) five years since I’ve actually had a boyfriend. I had no idea it’s been that long until I just thought about it right now. That makes me pretty sad, but also a bit hopeful.

However unintentionally, I took an extended time-out to just be alone, and grow up. I know who I am now. I know what I will and won’t tolerate. I know where I need to do better in my life, and I know what I’m really good at. Continue reading

Bad Luck Blues


Well, hello there! I’ve been off the grid for a while now – seventy-five days, to be exact – and while I haven’t forgotten about you, I just couldn’t find the time/muster up the energy to squeeze out another post. But the tumbleweeds weren’t just here. My interactions with all forms of social media have been pretty limited these past couple months. I appreciate all of the emails, tweets, comments, texts, etc. about my well-being. It’s a nice feeling to know that others are thinking of you.

When it rains, it pours – so the saying goes. Do you believe that? When something bad happens, do you find yourself being bombarded with more bad news? If you wake up on the wrong side of the bed, so to speak, does it seem like your day just never gets any better? Well, that’s how it usually goes for me. Lately, there’s just been a rain cloud over my head and it won’t let up. Continue reading

A Brief Hiatus…


Heeeeeey guys! The next couple of weeks around these parts are going to be super cray. And for that reason, I’ll be taking a brief hiatus from the blog. If I can sneak in a post before mid-December I will definitely do so. I’ll keep you updated via Twitter, of course, so if you haven’t followed, then hop to it! Check out my blogroll for other awesome blogs I read, and I’ll most likely comment every once in a while. I’ll be back in effect before you know it, kiddos!

I heart you all,

Cam

P.S. If you’re in/around the DMV area, HANG OUT WITH ME THIS WEEKEND! I’ll be hitting up VSB’s Reminisce Party this Saturday, Dec. 3, and I’d love to see you there. If you didn’t know already, I’m a cool chick ;) , so let’s kick it ch’all.

Signs That I’m Getting Old…


Not quite there just yet.

As some of you may know, I turned 26 last month. Depending on your current age, you might still consider that to be fairly young. The way I see it, I’ve begun the steep decline to the end of my youth. I have these next four years to live out my twenties before I’m officially ‘old.’ [I know it isn't truly old, but that's the dreadful age I have looming ahead, where the deadlines I've set for myself will need to have been met.] Continue reading

They Say Honesty Is the Best Policy…


If you ever get the chance to really know me, you’ll find out that I’m usually very blunt. I try to give it to ya straight, no chaser. You’re wondering whether you should wear that outfit tonight? “Nah girl, it’s not cute.” Should you dye your hair red? “No. That wouldn’t look right on you.” Should you tell [insert name here] that you like them? “Probably not. He told me he’s feeling [someone else who isn't you].” I will admit, sometimes my assessments are unsolicited, but that’s just the kind of person I am. And I’ve never been the type of person to say something behind someone’s back without also saying it to their face. Basically, I’m not ‘fake’ or two-faced with my brutal honesty. If you’re looking for an honest opinion, I’m your girl. That being said, there’s a difference between being frank and just being a b*tch. I straddle the line sometimes, but hey, I never said I was perfect. Continue reading

What Happened?? Part Deux: Women of the Millennium


We’re consumers. Trendsetters. The children of the millennium. Last week I talked about some of the shortcomings of Gen-Y’s young men. It wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t bring up the ladies, right? So here you are, ladies and gents. I present to you my list of road blocks holding our women back in this generation:

Should I just serve it anyway? If he loves me, he'll pretend he doesn't notice how charred his chicken is. =/

They don’t know how to cook. It’s been said that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. This may or may not be true, but I guarantee that your grandmother knew how to throw down in the kitchen. Men don’t need you to be a 5-star chef. Honestly, most of the men I’ve known can’t appreciate a gourmet meal – from the simplest croque monsieur to coq au vin. All they’ll see is a good ham sandwich and marinated chicken. So really ladies, what you need is a few staple dishes that you’re great at making. My mother really doesn’t cook. I learned most of my skills from my dad and then culinary training. But my mother does have a good six or seven recipes in her arsenal that she has mastered. As long as you’re not burning everything, you’ll do just fine. Eating out every night is all well and good [#TWSS], but that gets to be old real quick, especially when your man is footing the bill more often than not. Continue reading

What Happened?? The Men of Generation Y


This past weekend was a busy one. I consumed large amounts of alcohol, checked out the new movie In Time [which was quite good - interesting concept], and hit up a comedy show at The Improv with some family and friends. I played a good amount of Xbox Kinect Sports – bowling, track & field, table tennis, and volleyball. My competitive nature was at an all-time high and much sh*t-talking ensued. I am currently sore as all the f*cks. We had our own lil’ 90s party – with DJ CamDeezi on the 1s &2s – and it was hot. All in all, good times were had. Still, I couldn’t decide what today’s post would be about. While reflecting on the exploits of the past three days, I suddenly recalled one drunken conversation I had with my dude Lewie [@Light_SkinGiant] circa 2:30am on Saturday night, after a late night Taco Bell run. What’s happened to men these days? Now our words were certainly more colorful than the ones I’m using on this here blog, but that was the general sentiment behind our discussion.

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Awesome First Dates [That I've Never Been On]


Ahh, the joys of dating:

Guy meets Girl. Girl likes Guy. They exchange witty banter and phone numbers. Guy calls Girl and asks her out on their first date. They have a blast on said date and many dates follow. A year later they’re engaged, married six months after that, have kids and live happily ever after.

Autocorrect #FAIL

Textbook dating, right? Sure. Does it ever happen this way, though? Maybe .0014% of the time. Let’s backtrack to this phone call where Guy asks Girl on their first date. Now, clearly I am not a man, nor do I usually think like one. I did not consult with any men before I decided to write this post, because I need more guy friends. [I plan to talk about that problem in a future post, so stay tuned] However, I would have to imagine that it’s not the easiest thing in the world to be the one who’s expected to call and ask someone new out on a date. Guy doesn’t know Girl’s interests yet and women are known to be fickle creatures. Screw this up and the budding relationship could be over before it’s even begun. There’s a lot of pressure riding on this first date. Continue reading

An Ode to Facial Hair


Sooo, it has come to my attention recently that some men don’t know how much women [myself included] love facial hair. I had no idea that men were in the dark about this. So let me shed some light.

Now, for those men who either A: are clean-shaven, B: can’t grow their facial hair, or C: have patchy/roughlooking/tacomeat/etc hair – this post may not be for you and I understand. Feel free to hang around and witness all this love I’m about to throw at the men who have this gawjusness attached to the lower halves of their faces. I’m sure you are still sexxy in your own right, but I’m just not talmbout you today. And for the ladies who, for reasons unbeknownst to me, do not care for men with facial hair – um, first I give you a seriously long *side eye* – then I’ll just say, “to each her own,” and let you gon’ about your business. You can defend your POV in the comments.

And without further ado, my Ode to Facial Hair [SN: I'm aware that an ode usually involves some poetry & music, but I didn't have time for alladat]:

Not very representative of black men, I know =/

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