Thunder Kat surprised us with a gift this past weekend. It was a generous gift and what was so amazing about it was that it was his c-day and there he was giving to someone else. Very unselfish. He said he wanted to show appreciation for what we do. I was taken aback. Seriously. That he has that kind of love and generosity in his heart makes him so much more than that pretty face and that swag. It's icing on the cake on top of everything else that makes him special.

Thank you, Terrence. Because you do good things, good things will come to you. Mind-blowing.

So . . . he didn't have the nerve to tell her face to face. So he texted her and said, "I need some space."

Hers is not the first heart to be broken and it won't be the last. When I was a freshman, I fell madly in love with P. He was a sophomore. We dated until his senior/my junior year. He was my first kiss, my first love. But there was one thing we didn't have in common. Sex. He was doing it and I was not.

He was with any and every girl who would hold still long enough for him. Bear in mind that this is a young man who was smart, had scholarships. He was athletic and beautiful. I thought he rose and set the sun. But I caught him. Yes, in the act. With another girl. It was over.

He had the nerve to call me. When I wouldn't talk to him on the phone, he talked to my mom. Then he came to my house. He tried to explain about his needs and since I was not fulfilling those needs, he'd gone elsewhere. It didn't mean he didn't love me. He did. The other girls meant nothing to him. I was his number 1, he said. He was just using them for sex. He didn't want to pressure me.

Guys say some stupid sh*t sometimes. I was his number 1. That was supposed to make me feel better? It didn't. Cute boys are especially bad about this. Because there's always some hottie waiting to take your place. The cute ones don't care about feelings. They can br8k up txt 1 chik while they're on the phone with the next ex.

P was no different. There was always some hussie walking past us, looking him up and down. Baby was supa-dupa-uber fine! Thought he was mine. He wasn't. Not for real. We broke up. I don't regret my decision, although I'm told he grew into a great husband and father.

The one thing I can and will always respect about him is that he faced me. He didn't tell his friend to tell my friend to tell me. He didn't leave it on my answering machine or write me a letter. He was scared as hell, but he came to my house and took it like a man. And believe me, I let him have it!

In high school, emotions are like a rollercoaster ride. Up, down, sideways. Nobody really falls in love in high school and lasts forever except perhaps Mr. and Mrs. Lymon. High school boys don't know what they want beyond the obvious. They think different from girls.

Guys focus on the physical and girls focus on their hearts and emotional things. It's all academic. Boys think with their privates and girls fall in love. It's a fact of life. There are some girls who think with their privates, too. They're the ones who steal the boys from the nice girls.

Just because you're old enough to have feelings for someone doesn't mean you should invest too much of yourself into it. It's high school! Just think about all the fine men you haven't even met yet! Real men! Men who won't break up with you via a text message or myspace message or voicemail.

Girls do mature faster than boys. If you're the girl who got her heart broken, don't fret. Boys are dumb to begin with. High school boys are damned near brain dead. Besides, while you were staring into that dummy's eyes, you couldn't see all the other guys who watch you all the time and think you're beautiful.

If you're grown enough to have a relationship, you should be grown enough to be honest with the person you're in the relatonship with. Honest. About anything. About everything. Even if you have to say, "Baby, I need some space." Say it to the person. Not to their phone. That's a coward move.

There it is. That's it and that's all.

In the early 80s when the world first knew who Oprah was, she was my hero. She was doing what I wanted to do. She was on tv representing black women all over the world. She gave us hope and taught us things about ourselves. She dared us to stand up for ourselves and be true to ourselves. That was when she was fat, black Oprah.

Then she got rich and famous. Her shows were less about African American issues and her audience and guests became lighter and whiter. And she lost all that weight. I called her skinny, white Oprah and I stopped watching her show.

I don't watch Oprah anymore, but I was very intrigued that she endorsed Barack Obama. I thought she would back Hillary, since she seems to love white women so much. Frankly, I was taken aback. But today, it all became clear to me.

I've heard the rumors about her obessions with Barack. I don't really have an opinion about that because I really don't care. Oprah wants to run this country. Everyone knows that. She should've run for president herself. That she wants to be first lady isn't much of a stretch.

So, around 4:20 today, as I was watching the Super Tuesday coverage on CNN, it hit me. This is no coincidence. Barack Obama moved to Chicago in 1983. He was a young, single attorney. Oprah moved to Chicago in 1984. She was a young, single reporter. Hmmmm.

So, this is my theory. Oprah didn't really sell out. She wooed the white people so they'd follow her like the Pied Piper. She tells them what to read and they read it. They do whatever she tells them to do. So when she says, "Vote for Barack Obama," they're going to do it! Hmmmmmm.

I'm just sayin' . . . 

Today I got what I paid for. I'ma shut up now.

I think I just paid $30 for a dub.

I'm hurt.

That's fucked up.

It's over.

So, the doctor changed my meds and now my hair is coming out by the handfuls. Until I can get that under control, I decided to just let it grow out naturally. I really want to dread it out, like Shuuduupp Green. I love his hair. I mean, I'm over 40 now and I've had nearly every hairstyle, with the exception of a jheri curl and I figure it's time for something new.

Well, when I first plaited my hair, my son, MSpade, said I shouldn't let my hair dread out right now because I would have to meet and network with important people who could possibly help him get that elusive record deal. He felt I'd make a better impression with my hair permed and either flat-ironed or curled.

I have great hair. It grows long and thick. I didn't cut it for nearly ten years. Then last year I cut about four inches off and my kids tried to lose their minds. I didn't think it mattered to them, but apparently I was wrong. OK. So, I decided to just add the extensions and let it grow out naturally under the weave. I have to admit that I felt a little put-upon by Spade's suggestion that I continue to wear my hair in a European style.

I want to get back in touch with my roots (no pun intended.) Who gives a shit what anybody thinks about how I wear my hair? If they want an artist who can produce good music, the manager's hairdo shouldn't make a difference. If I went to apply for a job, are you telling me that I would have to perm my hair and curl it to get the job? I mean, if I went in for an interview looking like Lauren Hill or Erykah Badu, I wouldn't get the job? Would I have to straighten or weave my hair up like Beyonce' or Tyra Banks to get a job? That's absurd.

I think people should be themselves and not compromise. Yes, I did compromise this time, but not really. My hair is still braided and even Shuuduupp looked at it today (he hadn't seen me in a while) and thought my dreads had locked. So, I'm cool with the extensions. They're itchy as hell, but that's because I bought synthetic hair. It burns better. Anyway, I posted new pix of me and my braids.

What do you think? It's kinda like guys and girls who get tats and piercings. Just because they express themselves that way doesn't mean they're less than anyone. A man with a bunch of tats who's qualified for a job can do it as well as that man with no tats, clean cut, shaven and well-dressed. A woman with piercings who's qualified to do a job can perform as well as that lady with the perfect hair and no piercings. This world is a trip.

While it's on my mind, ya'll all better watch closely what is going on in Pakistan. They assasinated former Prime Minister Bhutto and all hell is about to break loose. Think I'm playing if you want to, but some big, stinky shit is about to hit the fan. Gas is gonna skyrocket. I have but one question. PM Bhutto was a wonderful leader. How is it that she can get got, but these dummies in office over here are still fucking up our country and nobody's gotten them? Seriously!

Have you thought about this? They got both the Kennedy men, Dr. King and  Malcolm X, yet the idiots who probably need to catch a bullet are still kicking. It boggles the mind. I'm not saying anyone should be assasinated. I'm just saying that a couple of those so-called "leaders" in DC could benefit from a bullet in the ass.