Fell Off the Wagon

God only knows what the hell has been going on with me and these erratic posts.

These one week posts are killing me.

The Flo-Jo is back in full effect, though.

I'm now one year closer to being a quarter century old.

All that means is that I'm wiser than yesterday and still naive towards tomorrow.

So, new updates....

I know you guys are feening for my movie reviews and insight.

In all honesty I haven't seen a "brand spanking" new movie.

Although, I peeped "Push" under some illegal substances.

WOW, is pretty much all I can say.

Overall, the movie's plot was sick. However, I'm pretty sure the production company used up all their money for CGI effects and everything else, because the dialogue was atrocious.

But that is to be expected with movies that are geared towards 15-24 year olds.

In instances like these, poor script, great plot, I always have to do a double take on what I'm willing to sacrifice as the viewer.

We're to forgiving when it comes to movies with the least amount of dialogue and the most amount of action.

Summer blockbusters such as Transformers, will never appeal to me, because almost all of the budget is dedicated to special effects instead of building a characters background.

And one last thing....Is it me or has every book been turned movie and every screen writer writes an adaptation strictly from a book.

I mean damn, what's going on with Hollywood???

The creative bug done flown away.

Bullet Points

You know I enjoy fuckery just like the next person...

Observation #1

While enjoying the 25th hour at work, I walked outside and was scarred for life by the crime scene I bared witness to....

A woman suffering from camel toe of the a$$.

First question; is that even possible to have camel toe in between those flapper jack a$$ cheeks?

Second question; how the hell did she not notice it or feel a rubbing sensation?

I mean damn, I constantly pick my wedgies no matter where the hell I am.

If it's not obvious by now, I have no shame.

I refuse to walk around acting like I'm not bothered by cloth lodged up my a$$.

Observation #2

While enjoying a evening at the theater, my friend asked a question,

"What's the dress code here?"

Clearly by this comment, you can assume that I'm going to hawk up plenty of jokes in regards to theater attire.

I swear on somebody elses dead grave that, not once, not twice, but several times I saw club wear at the theater, mind you the show was The Color Purple.

Club wear??? Really, really, that's all you could manage? You couldn't come out pocket to pay for spandex slacks from your favorite retailer, Rainbows. I could have sworn I saw the sign buy one get one free.

I'm not sure if these chicks were trying to find a husband or a STD, but either way that 'ish was just rude.

Observation #3

Men thinking it's okay to invite you somewhere via text, sms, bbm, or IM...

Do you honestly think we can take you seriously that way?

You want to communicate, please call.

Adam and Eve

Miss X is wondering about this blog that I recently began to follow.

Tales From A Groupie

Hey, I'll admit that it's juicy fictitious stories are great to read during a boring work day, but what gets me going are not the stories but the comments that people leave.

For instance, there was some rapper that I've never heard of on this side of the pond and the story teller was saying how wack he was in bed and so forth.

So she decides to only keep in contact with him for monetary means.

Question: WTF is wrong with women and getting money from niccas????

I'm beyond baffled on women who are proud to announce niccas give them money and they don't have to do anything to get it.

Maybe it's me, but I don't want any man giving me money unless it's for two reasons.

Reason # 1:

He and I are putting our money together to put a down payment on a house, car, or college fund for our peanut. Our being the optimal word.

Reason # 2:

Oh wait, reason # 1 covers all gamuts.

I'm getting infuriated day by day with every new story these broads like to divulge about a nicca doing this and a nicca doing that.

Yet I never hear about what the f-ck they're doing themselves.

Ladies, you want to know why women are constantly degraded, Black women in particular, it's because we seemly like to play the role of a doting gold digger.

Yes, I said it, GOLD...TO...THE...DIGGER!!!!

Women of all nations and creeds need to stop this mentality that men are our only monetary resources.

Men are not a side hustle and certainly not a side job. So stop trying to collect
$200 after you reach GO.

That 'ish is so sicken beyond belief.

And lastly, if you think that being to financially independent will scare a nicca off, then you need to reevaluate your meaning of being a Lady.

Peace.

Try to Steal my Sunshine...You will Get Slapped

Who in their life has not one day or another been a Debbie Downer?

There are days that I like to sulk and expect all those around me to suffer the misery I must feel, but those days are far and few.

I usually take out pent up aggression in more constructive ways.

In light of all this I realized that Debbie Downers serve a true purpose, they truly have a calling....

That calling is to ruin every extraordinary moment that takes place in your life.

They're the ones who are out there to destroy your flow of creativity.

They're the ones who always see the glass half empty and feel it completely necessary to sway your way of thinking.

They're the ones to big you up, only to critique you when you fall.

And most importantly they're, you and me.

People please stop the belittling of others. Stop the hating of others. Stop the violation of others. And stop the discrimination of others.

If you do not understand, learn.

Envy and fear begets themselves and multiply into hatred of one's self and others.

If I see something I like, I don't hate, I marvel and take note on what someone is wearing or doing.

If I bare witness to greatness, I listen and interpret.

Please folk do the same.

Lawd only knows that ur spot shall be taken by a much more humble oblivious person.

Come Braid my Hair....

I'm really stuck on the hair issue that I've been debating about lately.

Ok, so we established yesterday that I wanted a weave just to try it out.

We have also established that I have locs.

And lastly, we established that hair don't mean a damn thing to moi!!!!

In my life time I've rocked long and short hair .

And hands down, I prefer short hair.

I know what some of ya'll are saying.

Hair is an important part of being a woman.

And her length is of the utmost importance. It symbolizes femininity to enth degree....BLAH BLAH BLAH.

I had long hair and still knew I was a woman. I know so because I wash my vajayjay everyday.

Real Talk,

this long hair short hair debacle is erking me.

I would like to see everyone at one point in their life rock a short do and tell me how liberating that $hit is.

You'll be ozzing sex appeal all over the place, trust.

Come See the Circus Act....

I said to myself I would not comment.

But this is exactly what Cassie aka "Assie" wants us bloggers to do.

I see she's using that good old reverse psychology.

$hit I'd do it to if all I eva was an industry hole with no talent.

But you must give it to her, she's smart enough to use the same people who clown her to sit and blog about her dumba$$ness.

Great hustle Assie, great hustle.

Well either way the point I'm trying to make is, it's cool when

Kesh

decides to shave the side of her locs, but when you start swagger jackin like you invented something new, that's when I say pls stop.

I'm saying at least if you're gonna shave ur friggin head, COMMIT do it on Amber Rose status...DAMN!!!!


And lastly,

U all know she secretly reminds you of the DC comic character Harvey Two Face from Batman


Let me stop before I get some hate mail. LMAO!!!!

I'm on a Million Trillion...

I'm getting lazy and coming apart by the seams.

I stopped caring for a lot of things now a days.

One being school. That place is taking my mind body and soul and I want that $hit back!!!!!!

Work leaves me tired and compliant. Not kosher. Not kosher at all.

And all I eva dream of is getting more sleep and relaxation to boot up again.

But there's hope.

I'll let you know when I hit it.

The illest manifesto I've read in a while.

Twitter and Twat

I feel like I got my mojo back or something. Or maybe I'm just a hormonally raging bitch right now. Either one is great though.

Any who, I'm on Facebook checking my friend's status and wonder to myself, when you enter your's, do you feel it necessary to tell us every waking moment of what ur day, afternoon, evening, night, and or REM sleep is like.

I mean, why do I need to know...

"Shanwta is having a pretty awesome day, had lunch with my dying grandmother, then went to bodega to pick up some now-laters, have a paper to write on Barack Obama's first 100 days and how Michelle Obama has saved the fashion industry, later tonight getting drinks with the co-workers, got a little explosive diarrhea and drunk dialed my boss demanding a raise, oh yeah, good nite my fellow facebookers"

WTF. I thought status updates were suppose to be quick blurbs on something insightful that you've experienced. Simple, short and sweet is the method of choice.

It just pains me when I can locate you on Google maps and know who your OBGYN is and what time you're getting checked for your pap-smear.

Isn't that nonsense left up to Twitter?

One Fish, Two Fish, I'm Drunk....

I'm done...

I only drink sociably, but today is calling for a HEINEKEN.

Pass me the Lager Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Disgust and Disappointment

In the past 12 hours I've been on several Blogs checking up on the new information being provided about Rhi Rhi, and her Hit 'em and Leave 'em (ex)boyfriend Chris Brown.

Like the rest of you I'm nosy as hell and want to find out the play by play of what went down.

That's not to say that what I'm doing is kosher because in times like these I know that we should give people privacy, yet you can't help and not want to know what's going on.

But with the good comes the bad...

The amount of garbage that people are posting out there warranting this behavior from Chris Brown, and how Rhi Rhi deserved it because she may have passed along an STD, is just outrageous.

Let me spell it out for you....REGARDLESS OF WHAT SITUATION TAKES PLACE BETWEEN A MAN AND A WOMAN OR A MAN AND A MAN, OR EVEN A WOMAN AND A WOMAN, DOES NOT JUSTIFY CAUSING PHYSICAL OR EMOTION HARM TO THE PARTIES INVOLVED.

For the sake of my own blog, I'm not going to stoop so low as to repost the nonsense that has been said, but what I will post is when people believe that domestic violence is funny and believe people may have deserved it, is when I draw the line and say shame on you.

The pure ignorance and disgust of fellow females who say that it must have been her fault and that she was asking for it is just utterly foolish and just plain stupid. That $hit may be alright in your household to hit a woman, but where I'm from, that $hit doesn't happen, and if it does, best believe someone is not going to see the next day.

Regardless of who started it and what was said, there is ABSOLUTELY no reason to resort to throwing blows at each other, and that goes for both Rhi and Chris.

Please speak on it....

Tick Tock...Tick Tock...

Woke up. Ate Breakfast. Brushed teeth. Showered. Changed. Arrive on time????

Let me explain.

I'm never late.

No, listen to me. I'M NEVER LATE.

Clearly I have no concept of time.

Maybe my a$ was pledged to hard or I just can't take it easy.

I don't know how to arrive on time or be late.

All I know is EARLY.

I strive to be late.

Why, you ask?

Because I'm always early, and slightly embarrassed. Showing up early makes me look dumb eager/anxious for no reason.

For instance,

I try to take the long way back and forth. Nope, that don't work.

I try to drive slower. Nope, that don't work.

I try to make pit stops. Nope, that don't work either.

I mean WTF.

Alas, the point....

I had an appointment for 9:50am in Brookline MA....I live in Boston, closer to Milton.

I left at 9:10.

You tell me how the hell I arrived at my destination at 9:30, with twenty minutes to spear???