A little bit of pleasure, a little bit of pain. Whole lot of fun!

Would you make a run to the store for me? I need fresh garlic.

I told you that in confidence. How could you say it out loud

I was whispering to you. But it's very hard to whisper in text. Sorry.

Garlic? Yummy! Can I eat it all up?

It's alright Bruce. I believe society has advanced enough to accept touching. We can hold hands proudly for the world to see. Though maybe not so much around Joseph. He's very emotional about such things.

I'll cut a b¡tch. Don't believe me? Touch what's mine and find out.

I've got something else planned for you. The meal I am planning wouldn't appeal to you, I promise.

Perfect! I serve at the pleasure of Mr. Joseph.

HAHA! I did not expect that.

I was a southern Black woman in my former life. A little bit of her DNA is in my current form as well, and it does show itself from time to time.

It shows when you wave your finger and weave your head back and forth.

I can't do the neck-weave yet. That's an art that I've not yet mastered.

How about the hip thrust? To show you really mean business.

I can do that. But it's when I take my earrings off that I mean business.

Obsessed started out pretty dull, like a Lifetime movie that didn't quite make the cut. But, in the end, it made for a fun revenge flick. Beyoncé was about the only person that could act well. The others weren't terrible (except for Jerry O'Connell), but better people could've probably been found.

I know it seems like I rate everything three stars, and I do. This one almost got a two-star rating out of me until the movie stopped focusing on the husband and his stupidity. But really, very few movies are bad enough to rate less than three stars and very few are good enough to get more.

This just seemed like yet another "People From Hell" kind of movie that has been over done in the 80's. What I call a cookie-cutter movie.

It was cookie-cutter. But considering I went in the theater pissed off at a particular person, the end fight scene was just what I needed. I pretended I was Beyoncé and the person that ticked me off was the evil secretary getting her butt kicked.

I sometimes pretend that I'm Beyonce too...only I lock myself in the bedroom and play with my jigglies.

TMI, Buffalo Bill.