I’M A PROUD SPONSER OF RAID! YOU SHOULD BE TOO! LOL!

RAIDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!

Have you ever noticed how people flock to you when you have some sort of drama in your life? I think of these people like roaches. When it’s a dark point in your life that’s when they move towards you so they can know whats going on, but as soon as your life is bright and things are going good for you, they all scatter. Human being, roaming the world, real life roaches; that’s what they are in my book.

I’m not the type of person that dismisses everything off to a person being jealous or a hater. I try to be more open-minded than that; really find out what the root of the problem is. It’s a very easy answer to a sometimes difficult question….they just really don’t care, point-blank. And why don’t they care? Well that my precious little readers I do not have the answer to. All I can say is if they don’t care, I don’t give a fuck. These people make me laugh and shake my head at the same time, literally. This is eliminating season anyway, it’s about that time to start ridding the next batch roaches out of my life. Guarantee they will try to find a way back in to my life, but I’m fully stocked up with Raid to spray those pesky b*tches away. “RAIDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!” LMAO!

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Never Complexed by my Complexion

With every fiber in my body and soul, I try my best to be happy with me, and majority of the time I am, but naturally I have my moments of insecurities. And when I say insecurities, I speak of small minor things. Things like my hair not looking right, looking a bit on the chunky side in certain outfits, or my eye brows looking like I am related to Wolfeman. These are all things that can be fixed with a little attention and time. But one damn thing I can tell you, is that I have never been insecure about the complextion of my skin. I am a proud dark skin woman. My skin has been chocolate since the day my mother gave birth to me on June 30th 1981. And not once in my 28 years on Gods green earth have I ever been complexed by my complexion.

Allow me to take you on a trip back to the days of slavery, where things were different, but not that much different from what they are today. Black men, women, and children were sold as slaves, subjected to working under strenuous, unbelievable, cruel working conditions which were forced upon them. It has been told by our elders and history, that if you were dark-skinned you were put out in to the fields to work, and if you were light-skinned you were put in to the house to work. In my opinion, this is where this ridiculous light skin dark skin complex originated.

So if this separation began way back in the days of slavery (which wasn’t that long ago), why does it continue now in 2010? The answer to this is easy; Ignorance. I have stumbled across this type of shallowness on many occasions. If your black your black, regardless if your light or dark. But to some people feel differently. Has anyone ever heard of the “paper bag” test? Basically its a test to show how light or dark skin you are. If you are lighter than the paper bag, you are considered “light skin” and if you are darker than the paper bag you are considered “dark skin”. And what was accomplished after taking this test? NOTHING! Do you find it hard to believe that a person would really take the time out of their day to hold a paper bag to their skin? Well if your answer is yes, kudos to you, you actually have sense.

Unfortunately I know people who have these skin complexion issues. People who say ingorant things like they don’t want to have dark skin babies, or men that say they don’t like to date dark skin women. These remarks are made as if being a darker complexion is a bad thing. Allow me to paint a clearer picture about how deep this complex thing is. I have friend, and she has a true complex about being a darker skinned woman. Whether its reading a magazine or watching t.v, she continusly makes remarks like, “she is too dark-skinned” or “this light-skinned girl thinks she is cute”. She even goes as far as to mention how light skin her children are any chance she gets. It’s as if she is proud that her offspring did not come out dark-skinned. It is beyond aggravating to me to hear her say these things because it shows how simple-minded she is. On many occasions I have asked why is it that she always brings a person’s skin complexion in to the equation, and every time she acts as if she has no clue what I am talking about. Sad, because she doesn’t see the harm she is doing. She is embedding these same feelings in to her children, whio in return will embed the same feelings in to their children.

Some may take this as I may have a complex with my complexion, but I can reassure you that I am so comfortable in my skin it should be a sin, seriously. I am merely stating facts, stating the “what is”. We shouldnt subject ourselves to such shallowness. To be divided by skin complextion, but yet be the same race makes not a bit of sense. “If you knew better, you would do better”, isn’t that what they say? I am just a messenger, here to let you know. Accept and Love.

NOTE:This makes video # 2 for me. I’m still trying to get used to this video blogging thing, it’s still very new to me. I’m learning how to edit my videos, so bare with me folks. As time goes on and I get more familiar with this, I will have this whole thing perfected. Again, if you have any opinions, or tips on how I can make my videos better, please share. Until then…..Enjoy, or atleast try too.

Have a nice kitty litter facial..

The name of this YouTube video is “Kitty Litter Facial”. My first reaction to the title was “Bitch what?!”. Before watching it, I assumed it would be something so out of this world disgusting, but it’s not. It is an instructional video about how to make clean, unused, unscented cat liter (which is clay) in to a facial mask. Watch the video for yourself, you will see what I mean.

Your business is like a disease…it’s spreading..get a hold of that beast.

Everybody and their damn Grandma is on Facebook, literally. When everyone went through the myspace phase, you didn’t see peoples mamas, aunties,uncles, maids, and butlers on there. Facebook has literally made everyone in your family a social networker.

But this random topic is not about how Facebook has evolved in to this huge thing that everyone in your blood line uses, but more so about how much business people put on there and then get mad when they are topic of discussion at the diner table.

I have been on Facebook for about a year now, and I can honestly say that I am no longer amazed at what people decide to put on their status messages. For instance, a couple of weeks ago an associate of mine decided to post a sh*t load of their business on Facebook. This person basically spilled the beans about their “new” sexual life. And when I say “new”, I mean as in getting down with the opposite sex for the first time. It was as explicit as explicit can get, this person aired out everything. As I’m reading this persons status message, it becomes very obvious to me that they are feeling very liberated and free about their sexuality, which is fine with me, but why do it over Facebook? I was left with many questions in my head, but whatever, thats their business. Long story short, a few days later this same person updates their status message. But this was not your average sweet Facebook posting, this message was nothing nice. This person was going off about how people talk too much, how people need to learn how to mind their own business, and so on and so forth. It was pure craziness, and drama all throughout the message. I was in complete shock, not because of what the person was saying, but because this damn idiot is the one who made the decision to put their business out there in the first place…duh dumbass!

The point I am simply trying to make is if you decide to put to much of your business out there, be ready to suffer the consequences, and don’t be mad when that shit come back around and bites you in the ass. If you want to expose yourself to the world, and you can care less about what other think of you, by all means feel free to air your business out.

Me personally, I like to think of myself as an open book, but I will only let you read certain pages and chapters, meaning I’m not going to but all of my business out there. Somethings are better left for the imagination. *Wink*

Really?! You wanted to go skiing that bad? Damn

Sarah Nicole Fowke. The ultimate ski liar.

Hands down, this chick gets the “Ultimate Liar” and the “B*tch Was It That Serious” Award.  This woman attempted to use her boyfriends ski pass, of course to do the obvious… go skiing (duh). When she was asked why she was using mans ski pass, this loon toon says that she was in the process of undergoing a sex change. Really?! She must really love to ski.

If I had a boyfriend and he said “yeah babe, just use my ski pass”, I would have to stop that conversation right there in its tracks. I would have to ask him a couple of questions, like: “so do you think I look like a man?” and “If you think I look like a man, why are you with me?” and the ultimate question is “Do you like men?”. Yeah buddy, I would have taken the conversation to another level.

News story below from About.com: http://weirdnews.about.com/b/2009/12/10/woman-claims-sex-change-to-use-mans-ski-ticket.htm

 

“Police say a woman caught using her boyfriend’s ski pass claimed she was in the middle of a sex-change operation when asked why she had a man’s pass.

Police in Colorado say Sarah Nicole Fowke was stopped when trying to use a pass belonging to Nicholas Hemstreet. And that’s when things got interesting.

Fowke told the resort she was in the middle of a sex change, and that her father had disowned her, according to cbs4denver.com. That was shocking news to Mr. Hemstreet, whose son (still apparently a man) eventually admitted he gave his pass to his girlfriend — Fowke — according to the report”

Have a tall glass of Testosterone..The drink for sensitive men.

 Will someone please get these sensitive, “butt -hurt” men some ointment or something fast?

This new fad among men these days is ridiculous. Is the government conducting an experiment on men all over the world, and injecting them with this “whiney extra estrogen” trait? *shrugs shoulders*

I’m not one for male bashing , because in some aspect they make the world go round, but damn what happened to the tough skinned men? Where are the men that let the little un-meaningful things bounce off of them like a rubber ball? Are they all extinct?

In my world, yes I said “my world”, they’re “good sensitive” people and “bad sensitive” people. A Good sensitive person  is one that has the ability to mindful of a persons feelings, caring, and loving. A Bad sensitive person is one that takes everything personal, bitches about everything, and can’t see past certain things .

Well boooo to me, because I have come across nothing but “bad sensitive” men. The ones that gripe about why you only called or text them once that day, or  the ones that get jealous when you do something as little as have a conversation with someone.  Shut up and rub some ointment that itchy “butt-hurt” rash, or drink a glass of testosterone. I wonder if men do these things so women can stroke their ego. If this is the case, you need to find another way of doing things because it is not cute.

But with saying everything that I have said, should I question myself? Should I learn how to become a little bit more sensitive. Hmmmm, it’s a possibility.

I am not using my blog as a forum to talk down on men; I love men, I would never do that. I think it should be taken more so as a Public Service Annonncent….thats all

WTF?…As in.. Why The F*ck

Sometimes I sit and wonder why do I stumble across certain people.

For instance; When I decided to follow the masses and open a Facebook account, all of a sudden the “ghosts of high school past” began to haunt me. Granted I am very happy to reconnect with majority of the people on there, but some people can careless to speak to again. No boo boo, I’m not trying to make a re-connect love connection….uuuh negative, STOP.

Bogus. As I was minding my own business last night, happily watching Married With Children at 2:44 am (don’t judge), I get a text message. instantly I jump up because I’m ready to let whoever have it for texting me so late/early. When I look at my phone, I begin racking my brain trying to figure out who this person is, because I didn’t have the number saved in my phone. Me being the nosey person that I am, I decided to figure out who text me later, and quickly opened the message. It was a video text, and my eyes instantly fixed on to a girl giving head/sucking d*ck/sucking penis/wrapping lips around the male membrane/giving a blow job/putting something other than food in her mouth. First thought: “Who the f*ck sent me this bullshit”. Second thought: “Oh wow, she is talented, how did she do that”? After I silently gave the girl in the clip her props, I went in to “I’m about to cuss the f*ck out of someone” mode. I was offended. I’m not a prude, or someone who gets disgusted by seeing or doing sexual things, I just don’t want a random person sending me that sh*t. So I start texting away; “who the f*ck is this, and why the f*ck would you send me this sh*t”? I wasn’t surprised that the person didn’t text back immediately, maybe they wanted to show they had a decent respectable side and wait until the sun comes up…*rolls eyes*.

The sun rises, the roosters cock-a-doodle-doo, and my text message alert goes off. Oh joy, the text is from the genius who sent me the stupidity in the wee hours of the night/morning. It reads “this is —–“(I don’t want to “out” him..yet). So I text back, “What, really? what is wrong with you? What made you think I wanted to see that sh*t at 2:44 in the morn”? This idiot replies back with, “that girl was giving me head, I just wanted to share that with you and why didn’t you know that it was me sending you the text”. My response to that was “Huh? What? Que? Come the f*ck again…you thought I wanted to see that? You are weird as sh*t”. Needless to say, I still have not received a response back.

Our first initial re-connection on Facebook, was him sending me a message about my new picture I had up. Long story short, he said “nice pic”, I responded back with “thank you”. He then goes on about how my breast are nice, and blah blah blah. He took the conversation somewhere it really had no place going, but I reeled the convo back in to where it needed it to be. I let him know I don’t have problem being cool with him again, but the extra stuff will never happen. I really think me shutting down his advances did nothing but amp him up more, because he then tells me he likes that he can chase me.DAMNIT MANNN! I will be the first to admit, I was interested in him when we were younger, but now, NO…..me no likey that anymore..(lmfao)

Anyway, Happy Tuesday to anyone that reads my random rant.