Urban Dictionary, a reliable source, defines "murked" as the following.
"Someone who was killed in a vicious manner.
Man that guy that lived around the corner from me got murked last night buy some dude with a sledge hammer, his head cracked open."
So what makes me want to murk someone????
Just about anything that pisses me off!!!!
Lest, I remind you that I enjoy foolishness... but at other peoples expense.
Chewing out loud.
I swear at times my hearing is frequenced so finely, that I can hear an ant crossing the street.
If I can hear that far, I can definitely hear you chomping at that apple that is damn near finished and you think there still some to chew. Taking phone calls during me-and-you time.
One may think, aww Miss X gets no love, her boos making and taking calls during me- and-you time.
On the contrary. I'm referring to friends who think that 'ish is kosher to ask me, being the optimal word, out to chill but wind up having a convo via cellular texting.
I'm no Diddy, and neither are you, and I'm pretty sure your a$$ ain't got a business to take of and a career to ruin.
If you're in my "fave five", you live a low key life as I do. Label Whoring
I realize that we still have the bourgeois mentality.
The haves and have nots.
But, I'm a fake a$$ Birkin bag carrying citizen.
While you enjoy the finer things in life and like to brag about what and who you are wearing, I'm creating game plans on how to run a successful business with little to no means and make my first million, come 25.
Don't get me wrong. I have a Bulova watch, Frye boots and Gucci bags that are vintage circa 1975, but I'm never gonna sit in a conversation about Stalin and drop names like I'm still on Line repeating the founding Ladies of AKA!!!
Sorted through the junk and saw something suspect addressed to her.
I read the letter that reads similar to this (not the exact letter, but damn close):
CONFIDENTIAL BUSINESS PROPOSAL
HAVING CONSULTED WITH MY COLLEAGUES AND BASED ON THE INFORMATION GATHERED FROM THE NIGERIAN CHAMBERS OF COMMERCE AND INDUSTRY, I HAVE THE PRIVILEGE TO REQUEST FOR YOUR ASSISTANCE TO TRANSFER THE SUM OF $47,500,000.00 (FORTY SEVEN MILLION, FIVE HUNDRED THOUSAND UNITED STATES DOLLARS) INTO YOUR ACCOUNTS. THE ABOVE SUM RESULTED FROM AN OVER-INVOICED CONTRACT, EXECUTED COMMISSIONED AND PAID FOR ABOUT FIVE YEARS (5) AGO BY A FOREIGN CONTRACTOR. THIS ACTION WAS HOWEVER INTENTIONAL AND SINCE THEN THE FUND HAS BEEN IN A SUSPENSE ACCOUNT AT THE CENTRAL BANK OF NIGERIA APEX BANK.
WE ARE NOW READY TO TRANSFER THE FUND OVERSEAS AND THAT IS WHERE YOU COME IN. IT IS IMPORTANT TO INFORM YOU THAT AS CIVIL SERVANTS, WE ARE FORBIDDEN TO OPERATE A FOREIGN ACCOUNT; THAT IS WHY WE REQUIRE YOUR ASSISTANCE. THE TOTAL SUM WILL BE SHARED AS FOLLOWS: 70% FOR US, 25% FOR YOU AND 5% FOR LOCAL AND INTERNATIONAL EXPENSES INCIDENT TO THE TRANSFER.
THE TRANSFER IS RISK FREE ON BOTH SIDES. I AM AN ACCOUNTANT WITH THE NIGERIAN NATIONAL PETROLEUM CORPORATION (NNPC). IF YOU FIND THIS PROPOSAL ACCEPTABLE, WE SHALL REQUIRE THE FOLLOWING DOCUMENTS:
(A) YOUR BANKER'S NAME, TELEPHONE, ACCOUNT AND FAX NUMBERS.
(B) YOUR PRIVATE TELEPHONE AND FAX NUMBERS -- FOR CONFIDENTIALITY AND EASY COMMUNICATION.
(C) YOUR LETTER-HEADED PAPER STAMPED AND SIGNED.
ALTERNATIVELY WE WILL FURNISH YOU WITH THE TEXT OF WHAT TO TYPE INTO YOUR LETTER-HEADED PAPER, ALONG WITH A BREAKDOWN EXPLAINING, COMPREHENSIVELY WHAT WE REQUIRE OF YOU. THE BUSINESS WILL TAKE US THIRTY (30) WORKING DAYS TO ACCOMPLISH.
PLEASE REPLY URGENTLY.
All I could do at this point was laugh to myself, because not only did the envelope contain such a bogus letter, it had a check included that was pure comedy.
Even if someone in my family was stupid enough to fall for this nonsense, the bank or Western Union would laugh his or her a$$ right out of the place.
I'm usually annoyed when they email this nonsense and it goes straight to junk mail, but when your home address is sold off to the biggest bidder, that $hit becomes infuriating.
WTF, I mean what if my mother or father were not the brightest bulb in the bunch, or even worse if they were sooo elderly they thought this ish was for real.
I feel an ill invasion of privacy.
Not even my closest friends know my exact home address, that shows you the amount of privacy I like.
I almost hit the ceiling when I saw that $hit.
These Nigerian scams, 411 scams, Russian scams, have to seize. This 'ish is just ridiculous.
I own a blog but yet I complain about broadcasting personal business by means of internet.
I'm such a hypocrite. Or am I???
The issue that consumes me is constant mentioning of people who claim they have haters via internet, but choose to blog or facebook or twitter each and every movement they make. Johnny is watching OZ at my girls house.
Okay, that's all fine and dandy, but say you got a situation, ***insert side eye***, and your side piece just peeped your facebook profile.
Your a$$ has been caught because you put your location to the Batcave out there for all to see, including the girl who's probably outside your girlfriends house right now with a switch blade in her knock-off Vuitton, getting ready for a good shanking.
Here's another example for you hard headed folks. Laura is up in VIP with the girls.
Okay, you partying and bull$hitting, but I could have sworn you just told your dude that you were staying in with your moms because she wasn't feeling well.
Your nicca, will march his ass up to the club...matter of fact, that nicca will call his ex up and have some making up to do 3 to 4 times that night while you're shaking and grinding your drunk a$$.
stop giving personal locations via internet to any fool that wishes to catch your ass and intercept you.
Don't complain when people you're frenemies with show up to the same location, and are coincidentally partying with your ex-boyfriend.
Don't complain that people are keeping tabs on you or that you have stalkers/haters via facebook that constantly check your profile.
Your dumbass nature got you here in the first place. It's only human to inquire about other people, it's just that you're foolish enough to leave a trail so you can be followed (i.e. Followers).
Privacy settings can only take you so far on these sites.
So wise up to the fact that you are now a virtual target
I've wanted to see this movie since 2006 when it was in theaters and I'm not sure if I was just to lazy to go see it or purchase it now that it's on DVD, or I truly was not ready to sit through a period piece.
Whatever the case, the film tells the tale of Jean-Baptiste Grenouille, who has an uncanny gift to identify any smell within miles.
He's loner and seemly so with a gift like his.
His nose eventually catches a scent that he can neither shake nor ignore.
The scent of a woman....
Now, I don't want to give you the play by play of how he comes to be a perfume connoisseur unlike any other, but lets just say it's deadly.