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Ms. Cookie

I am here for Networking

About Me

Hey everyone I am Ms. Cookie I have been in the house scene for over 17 yrs love it and live by it. I enjoy the friendships that have come out of it and appreciate great talent. I work for unified Records That is a record company based here in Chicago. We concentrate on the artist point of view. I have this page for networking and to keep in contact with old friends. Love and peace to all and thank you for visiting my space.

Be polite and generous, but don't undervalue yourself. You will be useful, at any rate; you may just as well be happy, while you are about it.

My Interests

Music and BooksIf I speak in the tongues of men and angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom mysteries & all knowledge, if I have faith that moves mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.
Without sex it would be so easy to choose appropriate people to live with. Sex was the joker in an otherwise rational deck.
I've already learned that if you ignore the rules people will, half the time, quietly rewrite them so that they don't apply to you.

I'd like to meet:

If thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only. Do not say "I love her for her smile —her look —her way Of speaking gently,—for a trick of thought That falls in well with mine, and certes brought A sense of pleasant ease on such a day" - For these things in themselves, Beloved, may Be changed, or change for thee,—and love, so wrought, May be unwrought so. Neither love me for Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry,— A creature might forget to weep, who bore Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby! But love me for love's sake, that evermore Thou may'st love on, through love's eternity'.
We need others. We need others to love and we need to be loved by them. There is no doubt that without it, we too, like the infant left alone, would cease to grow, cease to develop, choose madness and even death.

When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving much advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing, and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.
Sometimes you have to find yourself. And when you do you realize that you may have lost what you wanted in the first place. And you find your self missing something, like a kiss or a word and you hate yourself for not being more forgiving. By then you realize that the one you hurt will never want you. And you know that when you face the uncertain horizon you do so with love that will never fade, but will always grace the intended from afar.

Your Element Is Air
You dislike conflict, and you've been able to rise above the angst of the world.
And when things don't go your way, you know they'll blow over quickly.

Easygoing, you tend to find joy from the simple things in life.
You roll with the punches, and as a result, your life is light and cheerful.

You find it easy to adapt to most situations, and you're an open person.
With you, what you see is what you get... and people love that! What's Your Element?

Music:

HOUSSSSSSSSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I Love DJ FLX He is my favorite & one of my favorite people

Movies:

My Favorite Movie is "Forrest Gump" Don't Laugh it's a good movie.

Television:

Don't watch TV
You are a Great Girlfriend
When it comes to your guy, you're very thoughtful
But you also haven't stopped thinking of yourself
You're the perfect blend of independent and caring
You're a total catch - make sure your guy knows it too! Are You a Good Girlfriend?

Books:

Devil in the White City is a story of a Serial Killer who lived and Hunted in Chicago during the Worlds Fair it's Amazing and a Great historical view of Chicago. Anything by Isabel Allende (especially Portraits in Sepia), Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Koontz, Angelou, and OLD Poetry

Heroes:

My Mommy she raised 4 kids by herself while getting a masters in Social Work and working 2 jobs. What??? yeh!! Now that is better then having BALLS!!!

My Blog

Broken?

I was listening to the rain fall.  I was thinking of you about our life our hopes our dreams and I realized, we have none.   We have no WE its you, then  me.  No comparison of...
Posted by Ms. Cookie on Sat, 17 May 2008 12:52:00 PST

He is Blessed

He is blessed not to see what he carries in his arms the knowledge would be a burden to great; the recognition would never suffice.  If he knew the true weight of the heart he was given, if he sa...
Posted by Ms. Cookie on Sat, 17 May 2008 12:36:00 PST

All About me

I am tired of living in the past, being melancholy and dramatic about memories that are grander then the reality.  I want to grow new seeds and have adventures that will shake me till death. ...
Posted by Ms. Cookie on Mon, 05 May 2008 03:07:00 PST

Sound

I had run off with my imagination again. I was in a world filled of dancing bodies; the music surrounding every soul; a sound track playing out of your lips to speak in music. When happy a joyful son...
Posted by Ms. Cookie on Thu, 24 Apr 2008 12:17:00 PST

Why know love?

Forgiving me my ignorance but; why would you care? Why would you love? Why take your most precious hopes and memories and place them in the arms of someone; anyone? Why risk a pain greater then death?...
Posted by Ms. Cookie on Tue, 22 Apr 2008 03:32:00 PST

Light Bulb

There is a poignant moment in everyone's life a light that reveals itself like a light bulb switched on in the dark it shown you the truth the cracks in the wall and the dirt on the floor.  In my...
Posted by Ms. Cookie on Sun, 20 Apr 2008 02:18:00 PST

melodramatic

I see your eyes smile; I melt.  I feel your hand graze mine my heart stops. I watch the way you speak. I live for the way you frown.  I once had a dream you where dying; it felt so real; I w...
Posted by Ms. Cookie on Sun, 20 Apr 2008 02:11:00 PST

Write

Bitter poetry is made from a sad cold heart. Love poems come from the flutter within.  What of the poems of hope and those of destruction; are they strength driven or of panic stricken?  Wha...
Posted by Ms. Cookie on Thu, 10 Apr 2008 09:36:00 PST

Sorry Heart

I woke this morning and I knew.  I washed my body and brushed out my hair in a cloud.  The days routine in a haze.  I floated with a purpose.  I told my heart what my head already ...
Posted by Ms. Cookie on Thu, 10 Apr 2008 07:26:00 PST

nothing

I felt like a mass of skin and slush born of nothing for nothing entrapped in an oblivious existence. Going through days and night with no rhythm or reason under the same sky and moon tracking my foo...
Posted by Ms. Cookie on Wed, 27 Feb 2008 01:30:00 PST