COUNTDOWN.

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734503636526058477.post-56158020513436553052008-10-23T05:54:00.004-04:002008-10-23T06:02:31.679-04:002008-10-23T06:02:31.679-04:00COUNTDOWN.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKcXejR5gjM/SQBKKtQon9I/AAAAAAAAAlc/B0bzAsqy73U/s1600-h/32028945.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OKcXejR5gjM/SQBKKtQon9I/AAAAAAAAAlc/B0bzAsqy73U/s400/32028945.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260285912577253330" /></a> KITTY READERS!! Mark your calendars! The much anticipated sequel to Sister Souljah's break out story, The Coldest Winter Ever, will be making its appearance in all bookstores, November 4. Yes its a month after they originally said, but I dont give a rats ass!! I'm all too excited for this book! I found an excerpt, read and enjoy!! <div><big> Word to Life</big>"I am not who you think I am. If you love me, you love me for the wrong reasons.Females tell me they love me because I'm tall. They love when I stand over them and look down. They love when I lay them down and my height and body weight dominates them.Females tell me they love me because I'm pure black. They say they never seen a black man so masculine, so pretty, so beautiful before.Females say they love my eyes. They're jet black too. Women claim they find a passion in them so forceful that they'll do anything I say.Females tell me they love my body. They beg me for a hug even when there's nothing between me and them. They want to be captured in my embrace, and press their breasts against my chest.Some females ask if they can just touch me. Some tremble when my hands touch them. They say they love the muscles in my arms. They surrender when I lift them up. They whine and moan in rapture. Some cry their pleasure. Some shake. Some pee.Some of 'em even say they love the way my teeth look in my mouth and how my feet look in my kicks.Females tell me they love the way I walk, like I'm soon to own the world.Most females say they love that I'm quiet. Then shiver when I finally talk.All of the women show me that they love my guns, the fact that I walk with two of them at times. Even the ones who get scared fall in love with their fear of me. Then they come at me even harder.Some females say I'm too serious, then shield their eyes to hide their feelings from the shine when I finally smile.I can't lie, I enjoy the good times that some of these women offer me. But I don't take them to heart. I know that they don't really even know me. All the shit that they are in love with is just my style and my looks, all window dressing.I know that a man is his own beliefs, his own ideas and actions. If you knew me, you would know what I believe. If you knew what I believe, then you would understand how I think. You would understand my ideas and actions. Only then should you decide. Either you believe what I believe, or you admire what I believe and want to get with those beliefs. If not, in the long run, we got nothing in common. I can't take you seriously. I gotta go. You got nothing that makes me want to stay."</div><div> </div><div>Yes lawd!!! </div><div> </div><div><a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/">(SOURCE)</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734503636526058477-5615802051343655305?l=www.kittyfixdaily.com'/></div>K!tty Ceenoreply@blogger.com1