A hoodie and a pair of Timbs head my way
He takes his hands and pulls his dreadlocks out his face
He caught me eying him and looked at me, like I got this
Me being me, quickly had to smack my teeth, roll my eyes, and look at him sideways and crooked
Why you gots to be So Ghetto.
You don’t know me
But yeah I do.
I have been somewhat paying attention to the media coverage involving Tiger Woods and his wife Elin Nordegren Woods.
I, for one feel that it is none of our business, and hopes that Tiger continues to not discuss the matter. Tiger does not owe us any explanations. I am not focused on what this incident means for him as a professional athlete or what it means to him personally…not to be callous, I would just rather not hear about it. Yet, I am discussing the scene that has been played out in the media…Elin coming after Tiger with a golf club possibly striking him and damaging his vehicle causing him to wreck his car while backing out of the driveway of their home.
I love his big ego ~ Beyonce
Earlier today, I tweeted the following…
“I don’t have a problem stroking his ego…I just need him to be able to handle mine.”
I was asked to continue…so here is my breakdown of that statement…
There is nothing sexier on a man than confidence! I am speaking of the slightly arrogant cocky confident, that only an egotistical man could exude…it just seems to automatically hit the spot!
You have a right to your opinion, but your actions last night were out of line!
Now, I’m not sure if you were gone off the Hennessy (is it true you offered Joe Jackson a swig?)