You Know What?

I'm so over all the drama with you and your boyfriend, fiance, baby daddy....whatever you want to call him....

If you're going to leave, then leave already. I can't say that I feel sorry for you, because I don't. What happened? What was that straw that broke the camel's back? He isn't doing anything different. He treats you the same way he's been treating you for the past 2 years. Why should I lend another 10 minutes of my life, that I can't get back, listening to the same bullshit over and over again?

And another damn thing, I don't understand why your heart is broken. Are you trying to mend a heart that's been broken for 2 years? Or is this a fresh break? Was it coming to the realization that you're trying to move on with your life?

Shit. For once, why don't you try putting all your energy into you and your children. You got with this guy thinking he was going to be your ticket out of the hood, only to find yourself in the exact same situation, in a different part of the hood. Oh, plus a baby to go with it.

I know the dude is crazy. We all know. Everybody knew except you. I still don't know what you were blinded by, but anyway. Do me a favor and look in the mirror.....keep looking. Although I know he treated you horrible, you have to take responsibility for your actions too. Figure out who you are and what your motives are for doing things that you do. Get it together bitch. You got kids to take care of.............................

Talk About Inspiration....

You ever seen someone that immediately made you want to stop what you were doing and start doing some damn sit-ups or some shit? Well, it's been happening to me a lot lately.

I'm watching a throwback video (TLC~Creep), and I'm a little jealous right now. Those chicks were sooooooo freakin hottt! I get the same sense of envy from D.Woods of Danity Kane. Watching MTB4 last night, I almost dropped down and gave me 5o.

Anywhoo, my diet will start sooner than later. I'll show their asses!

Republican Party

Okay, I know its all about a personal choice, but.......

When you see a handful of black folks at the RNC, what is that? I know we are all entitled to do as we choose, but c'mon now. I just wonder if they feel like they've made it. Or if they feel like they're accepted......

I'd be willing to bet that the majority of the "other" people in the republican party don't want their black asses in there whoo-ha-ing with them....why does it almost make my skin crawl?
It's like I want to grab a "nigga" republican by the shoulders, shake the shit out of them, and tell them to go sit down somewhere.

I dated an afro-american republican once....didn't work so well. I wonder if McCain has his vote.

Truth Is.....

1. I'm not always as nice as I appear to be.

2. I don't really like people as much as they think.

3. I don't have a shit load of friends.

4. That's probably because of #2.

5. I love legs.

6. I don't truly know what a whore is. Seriously. Is it based solely on the number of sexual partners?

7. I almost did something stupid.....

8. Like bought another car.......

9. I don't believe gas prices are truly going down.

10. People are nosey.

11. Some people don't think past their nose.....

12. I probably don't think past mine sometimes.

13. I procrastinate. Way too much.

14. I don't remember much about any past sexual encounter I've had....unless it was horrible.

15. I'm guilty of using someone for sex before.

16. I thought it was funny.

17. He didn't.

18. LMAO....

19. I'm glad about being married to one penis.....

20. I don't know if I'll be sexually active when I turn 80.

21. That's gross.

22. Referring back to the word "whore", I wonder if my cousin is a whore.

23. I told a lie the other day.

24. I don't even know if it was necessary.

25. I didn't lie to my husband though.

26. Why don't people mind their own business?

27. It was a good lie though.....Lol!

Get the Fuck Outta Here!

Man, I almost can't believe this shit, take that back. Yes I can.


A "friend" of mine, you may know her as "Jen", called me the other day. It had been a couple of weeks since the last conversation. The last time we talked, she had a job. She was supposed to start on Saturday. Fast forward two weeks, we talk. I ask her how's work going. Her reply, "It's not."....huh? So I asked again. Same answer. She then goes on to tell me how she couldn't do it...

yada, yada, ya......and then those words....."I mean, call me crazy, but I just can't settle for no anything!" WHAT!!!!????


Okay, so this is my question. What the hell you mean you ain't gon' just settle? Bitch, you don't have a job. And not only that, you don't have a degree. Your work ethics suck. You suck. Your attitude sucks.....must I go on? I said all that to say this, what qualities do you possess that will have companies knocking down your door? Why would employers flood your voicemail begging you to call them? Your ass been fired from almost every job you've ever had, starting way back in damn high school, and you got the audacity to say some shit like you ain't settling!? Gimme a freakin break. Don't you understand that it would be the company that's settling. Not you. You ain't got shit to offer any"damn"body but damn call ins and a nasty attitude.



I can't stand a mofo that ain't got shit to be picky. You better take what you can get and make it work. Hell!

Rush Hour?

Okay, can somebody please explain to me what the big deal is about rushing into marriage?

Weddings are supposed to be exciting. When I find out someone I know is engaged, I want to be happy for them. Why is it right now, at this very moment, I'm not. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not angry, but....I'm just like whhhyyyyyyy!!!!???

Some may say it's easy for me to say, being that I'm married and all. I disagree. I haven't been married a super long time, and it's not like being married exempts you from bullshit. It doesn't.
I'm sure we all know somebody that's married and going through some unnecessary stuff.

Why do ppl think that marriage is the answer? Man cheating? Marry him. Man stay out all night? Marry him. Man kicking your ass? Marry him. And the list goes on. Everybody wants to find out for themselves. Marriage is NOT the answer, especially if you're contemplating marrying a fool!

When I reflect on my decision to marry my husband, it was because I had seen it all, and even done it if I felt froggy enough. He was the man in my life that was not replaceable. Of course this was around the time Beyonce released that hit Irreplaceable. Gosh I'm glad Ne-Yo got the urge to pen that one. A true classic! Anyway, he was the one though. I hadn't met anyone like him. This was the reason he was my "it". Now if all these ppl feel this way about their significant others, it's totally understandable. My thing is why do the chicks know they are with fools, and feel the need to "make it official" as Lil' Mo said. Why!

What the hell is marriage going to do besides legally bind these chicks with fools? That shit is not that serious. If my husband were treating me like shit, beating my ass, cheating, etc. before the wedding, you could bet your bottom damn dollar there wouldn't have ever been one. Screw that!


Anyway, guess I could just go on and wish the couples luck. Maybe they really are meant to be....

My Confessions (only the beginning)

Yea, I confess, admit, don't deny, whatever you want to call it, that I fucked a fat boy "just to see what it would be like". We met several years ago through a mutual friend. It actually started out via telephone conversations. He was cool. Maybe a year or two younger, but still cool. Not to mention his big ass had a voice like he belonged in Boyz II Men.

After several phone conversations, I figured it was time to have a face to face meeting. Now I was told that he wasn't "fat", he was "solid", like a football player. I should have asked what damn position. I asked a couple of people who knew him. "Is he fat?" One reply was, "Yea, I guess you could call him fat". Another reply was, "Girl, he's like a big ol' teddy bear." I tried to prepare myself for his "bigness" (lol). I wasn't ready. He showed up at my door. Man, when I opened that door I thought to my self DAMN YOU BIG! Those measurements he'd given me were a little off. Either he wasn't as tall as he said, or he conveniently forgot to get a recent weight. Nonetheless, we talked that night. He referred to his mom's old ass van ( I think it was an astro van) as a truck. That shit bugged the hell outta me. Anyway, we talked. The sound of his voice reminded me of the big guy I knew just from phone conversations. Fast forward to the interesting stuff.

A couple of weeks go by. He comes over a few times a week. Cooks for me ALL the time (my mom claims he's trying to make me fat like him) and we just kick it. I don't remember the very first time we did it, but I do remember that it wasn't bad. It wasn't the best I've ever had, but it wasn't bad. I remember having to push his belly out of the way when I rode him. I remember when he got it from the back, he had to prop his gut up on my ass. How hilarious right! I also remember us taking a shower and me telling him that I should be in the front because the water was unable to reach me. His BIG, long, wide, black ass in that shower taking up all that space. What the hell! Ooooh! I remember one time he laid on top of me, trying to be all sweet and shit. I couldn't breathe. Boy I struggled for breath as I told his ass he was too heavy!

After a few weeks of that project/experiment, I was done. He kinda started disgusting me after while. Always lying his big ass on my floor sleeping and shit. I don't know what it is about seeing a fat person sleep, but I wanted his ass to get up and just "be busy". You know, do some damn jumping jacks or something. And speaking of "lying", I discovered he had a slight problem with telling the truth. He lied about stupid shit. I couldn't take all that. Oh, and get this shit. This nigga had an extra nipple! It wasn't like a fully formed nipple, it looked like a small mole or something. When I noticed it, I asked what it was. This nigga said, "Oh, that's my third nipple!". He said that shit with pride! Like it was funny or something. Oh hell no! That was my fat boy experience. I haven't had one since. Shit, been there, done that, and got the damn T-shirt. I think I really do have the t-shirt. There's a mystery shirt in my drawer that's like a freakin 5XL. That shit has to be his!

Seriously

I have got to take my black ass to bed. Sittin' up here playing around with this blogger like I don't have to work in the a.m.

Goodnight!!! I'll have to pick up where I left off tomorrow!

Spit Next Time Bitch!

How do you wake up every morning with pure foolishness on your mind? Each day you rise, you're trying to figure out how to break up a marriage. Why? Is it because this man, as married and trifling as he is, got you pregnant and still won't leave his wife? Is that why?

I have a question for your sick ass. Why did you think he would? All the while you were giving him head, he said everything you wanted to hear, didn't he? Newsflash! He didn't mean that shit. Now you got yo country ass riding back and forth, yelling out of car windows, and calling and harassing the Mrs. and shit.

Why the hell are you mad at her? You take time to make a whole myspace page dedicated to this affair you've had with someone else's husband, and you think that's okay? You saying shit like "That dumb bitch needs to get a life." and all that other shit you wouldn't dare say to her face. She needs to get a life. You serious? Is that because you want the one she has? Is it because you want the nice house and nice car? Did you think sleeping with him and allowing him to get you pregnant would seal the deal? Is that what you thought?

Well, answer this question. How did it feel knowing that man was at home taking care of his wife and child while you were giving birth to yours? What did he tell you to make you think he'd really trade the life he had at home, for a life with you?

I'm sure he didn't know what a psycho pussy he was screwing at the time. Otherwise I'm sure he would have picked another one. You are truly one crazy bitch. This ain't even my battle to fight, but because you make it your business to harass my friend every chance you get, you're starting to work my nerves. If I could beat your ass myself and not have to worry about consequences and shit, you better believe I would.

I do want to offer you a small piece of advice, next time a nigga nuts in your mouth, you need to spit that shit out. Swallowing apparently doesn't do shit but make you damn crazy!

Why Do Folks Cheat? The Million Dollar Question!

Boy if I could come up with a great answer to this question I'd be rich enough to bail Ed McMahon out of trouble. It's not just men. It's us too. Why can't people be honest? Why do some shit you can't be honest about? I have had my experience with dog ass niggas, and at this point in my life, I can honestly do without.

Yea, I'm connected right now. As a matter of fact, I plan on being for the rest of my life. Til death do us part was what I repeated back to the preacher.......I'm cool with that. But please believe that I won't be joining the "All Men Cheat" movement. I'm not going to claim that my spouse is going to cheat. The only advice I have for his ass is if he does, he better damn sure make sure he doesn't get caught.

And speaking of the "All Men Cheat" movement, why is that shit so acceptable. "He just being a man" my ass. Just like a nigga's dick gets hard, my pussy can get wet. That's not an excuse. It's bullshit. If your dick get that hard, beat the muthafucka! Don't go screw some other chick and then think I'm going to get over it because you're just "being a man". That ain't the kind of man I want. I'll pass on that one!

I Got Some Good Pussy!

So one too many times you've heard the words "Damn girl, you got some good pussy!" And now you actually believe this. You've been told "Damn girl, you give some good head!" And now you believe this as well. Now, not to say that those statements aren't true, but......

What you have to understand is the way men think. Yea, you may be a good fuck, but the truth of the matter is, if that's all you have to offer, it doesn't say much. Not sure if you realize this or not, but......after a nigga busts a nut, it's back to the same ol' thing. This means if he was dogging your ass before he got in it, he'll dog you after his euphoric state wears off from busting a nut.

Your pussy absolutely will NOT keep any man interested. It's too many pussies around for yours to be that special.

Oh, but you are different. You're that chick that will let a nigga know you "know the game". You'll talk to him like you're one of the guys....encourage him to answer the phone if "that girl" calls. Tell him some shit like "Don't do that girl like that." I guess that's your way of letting him know that you're cool......well, guess what!?! He could care less. You're still just a piece of twat to him. And it could be "good twat", but that won't be enough.

I'm glad I learned that shit early on.