Murked???

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!!!

Murking is a lifestyle, not a trend.

U Scared????

I just received a phone call from a friend whom just informed me that someone she knows has a facebook page for their cat. A personal profile for your pet.

WOW!!!!!!

So, it got me thinking of nonsensical bull$hit that I can make into a profile.

Here in my office, I see my Purell Hand Sanitizer. He too could have a Facebook profile.

My trustee, Bath and Body Works Warm Vanilla Sugar body lotion could easily have their own page.

But I certainly have to up the ante. Give it the MissX touch, no pun intended. LOL!!!

The "Purple Monster" has been summoned.....

Don't be afraid, it won't bite.

Excuse me Miss...

It's a week and some change before I say hello to Miami...

Now, I must admit, this is my first time touching down in MIA and staying for more than an hour layover.

I'm hyped as hell and can't wait to get my vacation started.

I have a few things that I must get before I leave.

Such as...Club wear.

From what I've been told people enjoy partying in the skimpiest outfit they can find, or not find for that matter.

I however would like to put some eclectic ensembles together.

This is the one and only time I suggest coming up with a "signature".

A "signature" consists of one unforgettable theme that you're infamous for.

Betsey Johnson's skin cancer carrying braids. That's her thing,I sure as hell don't find that $hit cute, but hey, it works for her.

Karl Lagerfeld and his dark shades and driver gloves. That dude stay looking like he's going to Coco Chanel's funeral or something. But once again, it works for him.

And let's not forget Andre Leon, always rocking his turban chic head gear. I mean, that nicca has a turban piece made just for showering. It's crazy. But, once again, it works for him and that his signature, beside the bedroom slippers he thinks are kosher to wear outside.

Any who, signatures are the key to being remembered.

Point in case, my first year at Hofstra, before everyone decide to loc their damn hair and claim to be natural...

**insert side eye**

I was known as the girl with the golden locs. Hey, granted my name was of no importance, which I honestly prefer. But I was still a recognizable force.

What's ur signature 'Ma?

For the Stans...

I'm truly and sincerely flattered by the overwhelming support and following that my blog has received in merely a few weeks.

Blogging has now become apart of my daily routine.

I do it for two reasons.

Reason #1:

I like to point out nonsense.

Reason # 2:

Nonsense never goes out of style.


And my sense of style is to funny to not draw light to it.

I would now like to take a moment to address "The Stans"

You know who you are. And I know you better than you probably know yourself.

Jealously is a sickness that can easily be cured by getting off my jock, that is if I had one. LMAO!

Naw, but for real. Stop biting my style. If you admire, that's great. I admire loads of things, however I'm not to keen on plagiarising someone else blog.

If that's how you blog, well damn. We sound awfully similar.

If that's not the way you blog, it's time to get a new idea.

xoxox...Gossip Girl!!! Sike...