This week has been an extremly busy week for me *as usual* I'm patiently counting down the days when all children are out for the summer thus lessening my workload as I will have no student groups to really worry about.
So...For once in my short life, I have nothing to talk about.
As a cop-out and because I love yall....Ask me anything and I'll answer it. I know right...Me give up information? Better take advantage now as the opportunity will probably be lost. Leave questions in my comment box and check back, I'll just post it on my blog.
And please...Let's put a mininum on the Rated XXX questions. I'm arching an eyebrow at you SLUMP. I know your mind stays in the gutter but try not to ask me anything that will make me blush or vomit.
**EDIT**
And The Questions Roll In...
Honey asked:
Hmmm I would have to say that I've always wondered if how you type your blogs is how you talk in real life..like in a convo do you really bust out in to the left to the left LOL...cause I would crack up laughing.
Me: I’ve been told I talk/act the exact same way. Eh my diction is a tad bit better in public though. No false images here. What you see is what you get. And yes I ramble, blurt out random song lyrics, dance and do all of that. “To The Left, To the Left” complete with hand signals. I blame my schizo tendancies. Yes Honey *hangs head* I’m just this damn goofy in real life *lol*
Nexgrl asked:
Since you like Justin Timberlake and Robin Thick, do you also like Jon B?
Me: I adore Jon B. Although I refuse to acknowledge he’s a white guy *lol* He is strictly Latino to me *lol*. I ordered his video on “The Box” quite a few times *right along with Immature*. I wonder…do he have anything new out? Now Jon B. is a man that could get it 5 times in the bathroom right quick. One sexy, sexy man. Lemme stop…drool is forming on the keyboard
telly serone asked:
why is it that, to black people who were born and raised in dc or md, virginia is so f*ckin far away?
Me: When I first moved into the area-period- from Chicago, I asked the same damn question. First I lived in Maryland and worked in VA and folks stared at me like I said I commute to NY daily or something. Then when I moved to VA and went back into MD/DC folks were fancinated that I lived in VA, Arlington, to be exact. Someone told me VA Black folks are stuck up or some crap like that and VA has stricter laws so Black folks avoid coming across the bridge. Which of course made me wonder what laws were Black folks possibily breaking if they didn’t want to get caught in Virginia. Virginia sucks though anyway. I guess it’s too many bridges to cross for MD, DC folks. But to be fair…I rarely cross the bridge into MD anymore and I’m only in DC to hit the clubs or visit some of my friends…and I clutch my pearls all the same *LMAO*
thee modern isis asked
**I see you came out of hiding chica LOL**
1. If you were to have kids.. what would be the first thing you warn them about the opposite sex?
2. From being on Blogger so long.. what have you learned? Would you have done something differently?
3. If you were dean of S.U. (Stripper University).. what would the commencement cerremony music be?
Me: LMAO…You are a damn fool!!!!
1. Daughters: Don’t fall for any lines on why he can’t wear a condom. And if you think you might have ran up on some crack dick….take 3 steps back and assess the situation. Sons: Treat all women with respect. You never know when if you’ll wake up one night and she’s standing over you.
2. I’ve learned there’s all types of characters on Blogger. Some good people, some not so good. Some folks whom I would love to be real life friends with and some…not so much. I think blogging often gives the false impression that based on reading parts of people's personal life you really know the person when often that’s not the case, you find that the online persona doesn’t necessarily match up with the offline persona. Or you just really don't know the person at all. There are a lot of false people out there. I don’t think I would have done anything differently, I’m exactly the same on-line as off-line. I can only be me and at the end of the day I always blog for myself and not others. I’d probably stop cursing so much…oh who the hell am I kidding? My filthy mouth isn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
3. Damn it’s a toss up between “Do The Brown” by Luke or “Seems Like You’re Ready” by the “Ararah”. Either way you gotta come up out the gown and slide down the pole to get your degree
Xavier aka Ali's Zay asked:
Oh I like these! You love to party and the old me could definitely hang with you, yet you distinguish yourself from so many yong sistahs who f#ck their whole lives up. What, in your opinion, is wrong with these young girls, and more importantly, what is your secret for staying focused on your goals?
Me: Dang X why you gotta get all deep on a sista *lol* I think lack of guidance is a HUGE problem with young girls today. For example, my mother is my best friend. No one knows me better than Mama Dukes. HOWEVER she did not treat me like her friend, she treats me like her daughter. She's always kept it real no matter how graphic the talk became, she has never lied to me about anything and gave me the full unadulterated truth. Not to mention a fear of disappointing her and/or her foot up my ass kept me in line. So many young girls out here are looking for love/acceptance in all of the wrong places and I think that comes from lack of a stable home. Granted not all young women fall victim but a nice number. "At the end of the day, when you die, you die broke and alone" is one thing she has always told me, so interest in material things never appealed to me because well I can't take it with me when I die. She also told me "Love yourself before you love anything else. Never let any man or woman make you doubt the love you have for yourself because you can't love anyone else until you love yourself". Powerful words from a very wise woman. For the most part I surround myself around positive people, negative folks brings you down. Also young ladies don't educate themselves. Don't take your friends' word for it: seek the truth by yourself. I can go on and on about this issue but umm...yeah short answer: Positive people in my life has kept me on the straight path.
I don't think I have any secrets other than being stubborn and true to myself. At the end of the day, it's all about me and the choices that I make. I try to live a good life, I have a few bumps along the way, but I never lose focus of my goals. I think it's my drive to succeed that keep me on the right path. I see so much wasted potential out there and I do not want to go down that path. Live your life for you, not for others. Can't please everyone so focus on yourself.
Thic Flair asked:
This is the most important question ever.....
COKE or PEPSI?
ME: That answer is clear I am a PEPSI drinker!!! Except in alcohol and then I am a strong COKE drinker *lol*
MKPrice asked
And my questions is: Seeing as how your personality is so similar to mine in many aspects, do you have the same problems I do maintaining "friendships" with other women your age? Do you tend to see your friends being all male or older women?
ME: Feel free to steal it, where do you think I got the idea from? *lol*
I’ve had problems maintaining female friendship since I could talk. *lol* For some reason, other girls just don’t like me. It used to bug me and I went above and beyond to retain that female bond but ultimately I said “fuck it”. Can’t please everyone. I mean we start off cool but eventually ties are severed. Usually on my part. I have less patience with a female friend than a guy friend. I do however have several close female friends my age but we are all pretty much goofy so it all work out I guess. We have more personality traits that are identical than clashing. In fact I don’t think we’ve ever had a serious argument. I think it’s my mindset when it comes to a lot of issues as far as the reason I don’t hang with a lot of women. That and typical cattiness, pettiness and back stabbing that inevitably happens…esp. when a damn MAN is in the equation. Not all my friendships have ended over a man but most have.
I do find that I have way more male friends than female friends but I think that’s because I have an “one of the guys” personality, except when it comes to sports and bugs and then I’m all girlie *lol*. I’ve always hung around more guys than girls and I think it’s clear by my filthy mouth and crude sexual gestures. Older female friends? Eh maybe about two-three years older but I don’t have any female friends over the age of 26. That’s when the maturity factor that I am currently lacking kicks in and I’m seen as a “young girl’ with “foolish expectations.”
Slump asked:
Here is my totally CLEAN question, do you think your eventual marriage will end in eternal bliss or a horrible divorce?
ME: Hopefully bliss. I look at it as we’ve already been together 5 years so I don’t think marriage would change us in the least. Maybe more serious arguments than “who ate the last reese cup” and making a big deal out of it for 30 minutes. Although I think the “desperate housewife” thing, you know sleeping with the UPS guy or the mailman may be pretty interesting. I’m not thinking of divorce, although he can keep the kids *lol*
Sister Toldja asked:
Great post! If I had seen it in time, I would have asked you why the hell you claimed WY in high school! LMAO! I went there, and baby, you didn't miss much! And how did you manage not to get caught up?
ME: It actually started as a joke with my friends. The further you got from the far Southside, the less people knew about my school but EVERYONE knew about Whitney Young. And it’s not like Corliss was winning any honors, ya dig? I mean getting fake abortion money is a science within itself but something I really don’t need to learn how to do. So we began telling folks we went to WY because you know a classic line on the bus was asking someone did they go to a certain school because they “looked familiar” or they were “spotted” at the school’s homecoming dance. I always got schools like CVS, Simeon, Carver or Washington H.S. So I began telling dudes like “Naw I go to WY” and it stuck as a line.
And if I had gotten my lazy ass up to take the test, I probably would have been at WY.
It wasn’t that hard. I knew the school colors and mascot and just winged it from there. I also told people I was the “shy” type so I didn’t know a lot of people. You’d be surprised on what folks would believe. Throw in a lil “I used my grandma’s address to apply for the school” and bam! Instant credibility.
And it was always a great way to prevent dudes that tried to holler at you on the bus from trying to come up to your school. 2 buses AND a train to get to WY?! Yeah aiight!
A few people I was cool with in college went to WY and I had a few really going like I went to their high school.
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Thursday, March 22, 2007
I'm So Cold, I'm So Cold, I'm So Cold
**Sorry in advance if I offend anyone**
Lotion should remain a top staple in a Black person’s home. Nothing is more irritating-and wrong-than a Black person walking around looking like a dusty ass Milk Dud.
What does “hooking up” mean to White people? I mean damn either it means fucking or it doesn’t. One of those little irritating things that bothers me when I’m talking to a White girl around my age.
I mean so….wait. Last week when you said you “hooked up” with this guy at the bar you just “made out”, which means heavy patting and kissing, but this week when you “hooked up”, you actually went all the way? *sigh* Pass the salt please.
And if Black Women are so-called “whores” what are White women? I’ve seen wayyy sluttier behavior from a drunken white girl than any Black woman on any video.
I’ve always wondered what’s the purpose of being a lesbian when in the end during sex you’re stilling playing with some form of a dick. I mean most lesbians do use some sort of phallic toy right? So….why not get the real thing? I mean if breasts are your thing, just get a guy with “manboobies” *thanks JIGALOW*?
There isn’t enough wack dick and trifling men in the world though to ever “turn” me into a lesbian. My “I Heart Penis” card is lamented and bordered in titanium.
But wait, how do you “turn” someone into a lesbian, doesn’t that mean that person has always been a homosexual though?
I don’t believe there is a such thing as a “bi sexual” man. Once a dick has gone in his ass or his mouth…dude you’re gay. Point Blank. “Experimenting” my right ass cheek. When I put peroxide in my brother’s hair to see if it would really turn blond, that’s experimenting *as well as a well deserved ass whooping*. But a dude that wakes up one day like “Today I wanna see what it feels like to suck a dick”…in the words of Riley Freeman: “Nigga You Gay”.
Although…if I was a man I’d probably be gay *lol*
My fascination with gay men astonishes even me. I won’t even go into the dumb ass questions I have asked G. I think he’s the reason I may have watched a gay porn video once or a few dozen times but whose counting *lol*. I can’t imagine a man sticking his dick in my ass but boy am I all up in the screen to see it done with two men.
….Don’t act like I’m the only one who has came across some gay porn. And sat and watched it.
How come the status of “home wrecker” is always placed on the woman? I mean wasn’t it the male’s choice as well to cheat? I mean the man took the marital vows NOT the women he cheated with so shouldn’t the blame rest on the man’s shoulder?
I am such a tabloid whore. I think my magazine subscription has increased. Damn the new Black Enterprise magazine where the hell is my Star Magazine?!
Although…I personally think 95% of Hollywood is cracked out, doped up, an alcoholic and just plain hoes. I mean folks get passed around more times than a blunt in Hollywood . Everyone has dated everyone. I mean damn think of the diseases that probably crawling around in some folks’ asses.
*shudder*
I had to ultimately end a friendship with someone whom I thought was a friend but when I think about it, never really wasn’t. While I will miss the friendship, I don’t think I will miss the actual person. Isn’t that fucked up? Like how can you miss the actual friendship but not the person attached?
When I cut someone off, they’re pretty much cut off. Number is already erased from the phone.
E-Beef and E-Wars never cease to amuse me. Why can’t you just call and curse me out? Why send an email?
Someone pointed out that I always wear obnoxiously big sunglasses when I have such a small face. That’s because I’m glamorous darling.
The sound of someone popping their knuckles irks me.
I’ve finally seen Borat and that movie is the funniest movie I have seen in a long time. I was howling through the entire movie.
You know maybe it’s not my actual job that irks me; it’s my co-workers. I mean damn when I walk away from the property I leave work related problems behind, why can’t you?
Because You Must Not Know ‘Bout Me, You Must Not Know “Bout Me *Putting Beyonce’s great lyrical talent to use…or should I say NeYo’s? Didn’t he write that song? And…The thought of NeYo hunched over a desk writing these lyrics and probably lip synching to himself is a hilarious image in my head* And lately people have been on the receiving end of getting cursed out. Damn sometimes I feel like I’m back in high school. Except less teen pregnancies and fist fights after school.
Is there really a reason Whites wear open toes shoes and shorts in the winter time? I mean what’s the point of putting on a winter coat when you’re rocking shorts?
And a little tan goes a long way for some. I mean looking like Casper is NOT hot. Well neither is the “Cheeto Orange” either.
I love sunflower seeds. I think I go through at least 4 bags a week. My ultimate comfort food.
I hate those chain emails. Sure they start off all nice and inspirational but damn if I don’t send this to at least 10 people I will have bad sex, luck, teeth, hair will fall out….shit I’ll die?! Who thinks of this crap?
And another thing: Don’t forward me a text. Shit that’s usually 2 received texts?! Are you nuts?!
I am a hypocrite.
Am I the only one who practices dance steps in the mirror?
I’m getting another tattoo soon. I’m not sure what I’m getting yet though.
…If I run someone over with my car in the parking garage, you think I could get away with it?
But….I am too pretty for jail.
How come when you have someone everyone wants you?
I wonder do men know women know when he’s been busted in a lie.
Since my revelation that it’s now standard that women lie on their pussy as well, I’ve been lying my ass off. Shit you can add Etan Thomas to the list as well. Yeah I hit him in Georgetown the other day. *lol*
Being disrespectful to someone in their home is never cool.
Icebox is gonna be my new “break up” song *lol* Every time I stop being cool with someone I’m going to play that on his or her voicemail *lol*
JBN and I may seem dramatic but we’re really not. While some folks argue over serious stuff we argue over who ate the last Reese Cup.
My birthday is less than two months away. Of course my list is already made.
Damn…I’ll be 24.
Lotion should remain a top staple in a Black person’s home. Nothing is more irritating-and wrong-than a Black person walking around looking like a dusty ass Milk Dud.
What does “hooking up” mean to White people? I mean damn either it means fucking or it doesn’t. One of those little irritating things that bothers me when I’m talking to a White girl around my age.
I mean so….wait. Last week when you said you “hooked up” with this guy at the bar you just “made out”, which means heavy patting and kissing, but this week when you “hooked up”, you actually went all the way? *sigh* Pass the salt please.
And if Black Women are so-called “whores” what are White women? I’ve seen wayyy sluttier behavior from a drunken white girl than any Black woman on any video.
I’ve always wondered what’s the purpose of being a lesbian when in the end during sex you’re stilling playing with some form of a dick. I mean most lesbians do use some sort of phallic toy right? So….why not get the real thing? I mean if breasts are your thing, just get a guy with “manboobies” *thanks JIGALOW*?
There isn’t enough wack dick and trifling men in the world though to ever “turn” me into a lesbian. My “I Heart Penis” card is lamented and bordered in titanium.
But wait, how do you “turn” someone into a lesbian, doesn’t that mean that person has always been a homosexual though?
I don’t believe there is a such thing as a “bi sexual” man. Once a dick has gone in his ass or his mouth…dude you’re gay. Point Blank. “Experimenting” my right ass cheek. When I put peroxide in my brother’s hair to see if it would really turn blond, that’s experimenting *as well as a well deserved ass whooping*. But a dude that wakes up one day like “Today I wanna see what it feels like to suck a dick”…in the words of Riley Freeman: “Nigga You Gay”.
Although…if I was a man I’d probably be gay *lol*
My fascination with gay men astonishes even me. I won’t even go into the dumb ass questions I have asked G. I think he’s the reason I may have watched a gay porn video once or a few dozen times but whose counting *lol*. I can’t imagine a man sticking his dick in my ass but boy am I all up in the screen to see it done with two men.
….Don’t act like I’m the only one who has came across some gay porn. And sat and watched it.
How come the status of “home wrecker” is always placed on the woman? I mean wasn’t it the male’s choice as well to cheat? I mean the man took the marital vows NOT the women he cheated with so shouldn’t the blame rest on the man’s shoulder?
I am such a tabloid whore. I think my magazine subscription has increased. Damn the new Black Enterprise magazine where the hell is my Star Magazine?!
Although…I personally think 95% of Hollywood is cracked out, doped up, an alcoholic and just plain hoes. I mean folks get passed around more times than a blunt in Hollywood . Everyone has dated everyone. I mean damn think of the diseases that probably crawling around in some folks’ asses.
*shudder*
I had to ultimately end a friendship with someone whom I thought was a friend but when I think about it, never really wasn’t. While I will miss the friendship, I don’t think I will miss the actual person. Isn’t that fucked up? Like how can you miss the actual friendship but not the person attached?
When I cut someone off, they’re pretty much cut off. Number is already erased from the phone.
E-Beef and E-Wars never cease to amuse me. Why can’t you just call and curse me out? Why send an email?
Someone pointed out that I always wear obnoxiously big sunglasses when I have such a small face. That’s because I’m glamorous darling.
The sound of someone popping their knuckles irks me.
I’ve finally seen Borat and that movie is the funniest movie I have seen in a long time. I was howling through the entire movie.
You know maybe it’s not my actual job that irks me; it’s my co-workers. I mean damn when I walk away from the property I leave work related problems behind, why can’t you?
Because You Must Not Know ‘Bout Me, You Must Not Know “Bout Me *Putting Beyonce’s great lyrical talent to use…or should I say NeYo’s? Didn’t he write that song? And…The thought of NeYo hunched over a desk writing these lyrics and probably lip synching to himself is a hilarious image in my head* And lately people have been on the receiving end of getting cursed out. Damn sometimes I feel like I’m back in high school. Except less teen pregnancies and fist fights after school.
Is there really a reason Whites wear open toes shoes and shorts in the winter time? I mean what’s the point of putting on a winter coat when you’re rocking shorts?
And a little tan goes a long way for some. I mean looking like Casper is NOT hot. Well neither is the “Cheeto Orange” either.
I love sunflower seeds. I think I go through at least 4 bags a week. My ultimate comfort food.
I hate those chain emails. Sure they start off all nice and inspirational but damn if I don’t send this to at least 10 people I will have bad sex, luck, teeth, hair will fall out….shit I’ll die?! Who thinks of this crap?
And another thing: Don’t forward me a text. Shit that’s usually 2 received texts?! Are you nuts?!
I am a hypocrite.
Am I the only one who practices dance steps in the mirror?
I’m getting another tattoo soon. I’m not sure what I’m getting yet though.
…If I run someone over with my car in the parking garage, you think I could get away with it?
But….I am too pretty for jail.
How come when you have someone everyone wants you?
I wonder do men know women know when he’s been busted in a lie.
Since my revelation that it’s now standard that women lie on their pussy as well, I’ve been lying my ass off. Shit you can add Etan Thomas to the list as well. Yeah I hit him in Georgetown the other day. *lol*
Being disrespectful to someone in their home is never cool.
Icebox is gonna be my new “break up” song *lol* Every time I stop being cool with someone I’m going to play that on his or her voicemail *lol*
JBN and I may seem dramatic but we’re really not. While some folks argue over serious stuff we argue over who ate the last Reese Cup.
My birthday is less than two months away. Of course my list is already made.
Damn…I’ll be 24.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
That's Why They Call Me Teddy Bend *His* Ass Down
Oh great it’s Cherry Blossoms time. Eyes are sure to puff up in the next week or so. Damn didn’t know I had allergies until I moved to the DC area and got around those damn trees. And why are people so geeked for those damn things to bloom anyway? It’s just some damn flowers!
I fucked around and broke my toe Sunday. Ran into the bathroom door and now I have a hairline fracture on my second toe. That sounds like some domestic violence type of shit though. Who runs into a door…without some help that is? You know the ER doctor was giving me and JBN the side eye.
Thank the lord I went and got a pedicure that Friday. How vain am I? I wouldn’t have wanted the doctor to touch my foot if my feet were looking jacked. *lol*
I had to give him the side eye though he was taking a little too long to wrap my toe. Caressing my feet and shit. You know I’m convinced every doctor is a “Hand That Rocks the Cradle” doctor.
But fuck…I might join the ranks of the “Chipped Nail Polish” brigade and yall know how I hate seeing a woman walk around with chipped nail polish on her toes. I mean one swipe of some nail polish remover will get that one little chip hanging on for dear life right out.
At work I’m dubbed “Tiny Tim”
Haha. Fuckers.
*lol*
I finally got to see Baltimore. Damn almost two years in the area and have never been to Baltimore. It wasn’t that bad. I was hoping to run into some folks from The Wire though *lol*
My plans *sob* for Palm Beach was abruptly cancelled thanks to a phone call from my moms. I sent my “vacation” money home so my nephews can come back to Chicago because their mother is having some sort of “nervous breakdown” *meaning she’s upset because she can’t find a sitter so she can go to “Shake Dat Ass” Fridays at the club* and she sent them to live with their father for an indefinite amount of time. Umm yeah he now has THREE fucking children and yet hasn’t gotten off his dusty ass to look for a fucking job.
Boy it must to be nice to live off of someone for free.
But…I couldn’t say no because it was for the kids so I sent my mother the money she was asking for to buy their tickets and whatnot. I still wanted to go somewhere so JBN hit up Baltimore.
Did the tourist thing and had some fun. Got drunk and I guess I’m back to drunk texting/IMing. I really need to put a lock on my phone while drinking *lol*
Maybe it’s because I went to a predominately White institution of Higher Learning but…I LOVE St. Patrick’s Day. Ah the drunken stories of my collegiate years. St. Paddy and I had a passionate one day love affair every March. Damn some green beer…bring on the Green Bacardi!
Ok why is “Icebox-Remix” and “I’m a Flirt-Remix” officially “my” songs. Boy so much comedy in those songs it’s not even funny. I mean they come on the radio at least 10 times a day so they’re kinda worked into my head.
And yall know how I feel about the “Ararah”. I am so serious. He has to do a track on my album.
With such lines as: She be calling me daddy/I be calling her Mommy/She be calling you Kelly/When your name is Tommy….
How could I not have this man on my album?! I guess I’m the only one who finds comedy in songs. Oh I’ll sing the shit out of them but I am cracking up all the same.
*sigh* T.I. Pending a good chicken dinner, some routine testing and about three condoms…yall already know T.I. can hit. BUT no kissing. That scar on the mouth still worries me.
And boy….T-Pain. What can I say?! Sure he looks like something I scraped out my nails but boy….is he fucking hilarious. He had me when he wiped the drool off his mouth in the U and Dat video. And need I get into I’m in Love with a Skripper? Why hasn’t this man won a Grammy yet?
Folks be hating.
He’s like in every other song on the radio so I can’t help but be tickled by him.
Pending a paper bag, Tequila, several STD tests, 3 HIV tests and a bath in Bleach and Lysol and a confidentiality agreement *with legal repercussions if broken of course* I admit….I might let him stick the tip in. Might.
LMAO. Ok I just grossed my self out.
You know my mother told me you learn something new every day. And I’m finding that to be so true. I am finding out new and amusing shit every day.
Here are some things I’ve learned lately:
Women lie on their pussies. I mean I always thought that was a “man” thing, you know to lie and say you’ve slept with someone and you really didn’t, but apparently women are doing the same thing. I mean I always thought if a woman said she smashed someone it was true because, well, women don’t lie on the pussy. But apparently women are lying like dudes.
I mean I guess lying on our pussy is the new thing to do. Shit I slept with Justin Timberlake a couple of months ago. HONEY you know I got VIP access after his concert and well…one thing led to another and hey…I got my first taste of “The Pink”. Shit I’m the reason Cameron Diaz broke up with him.
LOL.
When I’m looking at you and your mouth is moving, you assume I’m listening. Damn I didn’t know that. Apparently I have an “I’m REALLY interested in what you have to say never mind I’m not even looking at you” face.
A person pretending to step on your broken toe as a joke is meant to be funny as hell. Damn I guess I missed that memo because many of asses were about to get broken off at work for doing that.
Co workers apparently mistook me for a person that gives a fuck. Please stop giving me synopsis of Grey’s Anatomy during lunch. That is still not going to get me to watch the show.
That Sounds Personal sounds very rude coming out of my mouth.
It is really irritating when someone hangs up on you. Guess I know how people feel when my friends “Dial” and “Tone” get into the conversation. Although hanging up on me is the quickest way to find me on your stoop ready to have it out.
Sticking your nose in other people’s business is only right when it benefits another person.
Mos Def has a really annoying voice. Watching 16 Blocks made me want to elbow him in the jaw.
Wearing your correct size is sooooo 1970s. I mean everyone loves to see bare “muffin top” skin so early in the morning. And what’s a little camel toe between strangers?
I hate work. *Ok well I’ve always known that but you really hate work when your shoulders begin to slump before you arrive at your job*
I am a sick individual who needs therapy. *lol* But we all knew that one right?
It’s officially spring.
And the fight of my life will begin when a bee flies into the car.
I fucked around and broke my toe Sunday. Ran into the bathroom door and now I have a hairline fracture on my second toe. That sounds like some domestic violence type of shit though. Who runs into a door…without some help that is? You know the ER doctor was giving me and JBN the side eye.
Thank the lord I went and got a pedicure that Friday. How vain am I? I wouldn’t have wanted the doctor to touch my foot if my feet were looking jacked. *lol*
I had to give him the side eye though he was taking a little too long to wrap my toe. Caressing my feet and shit. You know I’m convinced every doctor is a “Hand That Rocks the Cradle” doctor.
But fuck…I might join the ranks of the “Chipped Nail Polish” brigade and yall know how I hate seeing a woman walk around with chipped nail polish on her toes. I mean one swipe of some nail polish remover will get that one little chip hanging on for dear life right out.
At work I’m dubbed “Tiny Tim”
Haha. Fuckers.
*lol*
I finally got to see Baltimore. Damn almost two years in the area and have never been to Baltimore. It wasn’t that bad. I was hoping to run into some folks from The Wire though *lol*
My plans *sob* for Palm Beach was abruptly cancelled thanks to a phone call from my moms. I sent my “vacation” money home so my nephews can come back to Chicago because their mother is having some sort of “nervous breakdown” *meaning she’s upset because she can’t find a sitter so she can go to “Shake Dat Ass” Fridays at the club* and she sent them to live with their father for an indefinite amount of time. Umm yeah he now has THREE fucking children and yet hasn’t gotten off his dusty ass to look for a fucking job.
Boy it must to be nice to live off of someone for free.
But…I couldn’t say no because it was for the kids so I sent my mother the money she was asking for to buy their tickets and whatnot. I still wanted to go somewhere so JBN hit up Baltimore.
Did the tourist thing and had some fun. Got drunk and I guess I’m back to drunk texting/IMing. I really need to put a lock on my phone while drinking *lol*
Maybe it’s because I went to a predominately White institution of Higher Learning but…I LOVE St. Patrick’s Day. Ah the drunken stories of my collegiate years. St. Paddy and I had a passionate one day love affair every March. Damn some green beer…bring on the Green Bacardi!
Ok why is “Icebox-Remix” and “I’m a Flirt-Remix” officially “my” songs. Boy so much comedy in those songs it’s not even funny. I mean they come on the radio at least 10 times a day so they’re kinda worked into my head.
And yall know how I feel about the “Ararah”. I am so serious. He has to do a track on my album.
With such lines as: She be calling me daddy/I be calling her Mommy/She be calling you Kelly/When your name is Tommy….
How could I not have this man on my album?! I guess I’m the only one who finds comedy in songs. Oh I’ll sing the shit out of them but I am cracking up all the same.
*sigh* T.I. Pending a good chicken dinner, some routine testing and about three condoms…yall already know T.I. can hit. BUT no kissing. That scar on the mouth still worries me.
And boy….T-Pain. What can I say?! Sure he looks like something I scraped out my nails but boy….is he fucking hilarious. He had me when he wiped the drool off his mouth in the U and Dat video. And need I get into I’m in Love with a Skripper? Why hasn’t this man won a Grammy yet?
Folks be hating.
He’s like in every other song on the radio so I can’t help but be tickled by him.
Pending a paper bag, Tequila, several STD tests, 3 HIV tests and a bath in Bleach and Lysol and a confidentiality agreement *with legal repercussions if broken of course* I admit….I might let him stick the tip in. Might.
LMAO. Ok I just grossed my self out.
You know my mother told me you learn something new every day. And I’m finding that to be so true. I am finding out new and amusing shit every day.
Here are some things I’ve learned lately:
Women lie on their pussies. I mean I always thought that was a “man” thing, you know to lie and say you’ve slept with someone and you really didn’t, but apparently women are doing the same thing. I mean I always thought if a woman said she smashed someone it was true because, well, women don’t lie on the pussy. But apparently women are lying like dudes.
I mean I guess lying on our pussy is the new thing to do. Shit I slept with Justin Timberlake a couple of months ago. HONEY you know I got VIP access after his concert and well…one thing led to another and hey…I got my first taste of “The Pink”. Shit I’m the reason Cameron Diaz broke up with him.
LOL.
When I’m looking at you and your mouth is moving, you assume I’m listening. Damn I didn’t know that. Apparently I have an “I’m REALLY interested in what you have to say never mind I’m not even looking at you” face.
A person pretending to step on your broken toe as a joke is meant to be funny as hell. Damn I guess I missed that memo because many of asses were about to get broken off at work for doing that.
Co workers apparently mistook me for a person that gives a fuck. Please stop giving me synopsis of Grey’s Anatomy during lunch. That is still not going to get me to watch the show.
That Sounds Personal sounds very rude coming out of my mouth.
It is really irritating when someone hangs up on you. Guess I know how people feel when my friends “Dial” and “Tone” get into the conversation. Although hanging up on me is the quickest way to find me on your stoop ready to have it out.
Sticking your nose in other people’s business is only right when it benefits another person.
Mos Def has a really annoying voice. Watching 16 Blocks made me want to elbow him in the jaw.
Wearing your correct size is sooooo 1970s. I mean everyone loves to see bare “muffin top” skin so early in the morning. And what’s a little camel toe between strangers?
I hate work. *Ok well I’ve always known that but you really hate work when your shoulders begin to slump before you arrive at your job*
I am a sick individual who needs therapy. *lol* But we all knew that one right?
It’s officially spring.
And the fight of my life will begin when a bee flies into the car.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Swiped From Ms. Tasha's.....
1. EVER BEEN GIVEN AN ENGAGEMENT RING?
Yup…Currently on the finger right now.
2. LONGEST RELATIONSHIP?
Current one. Five years
3. LAST GIFT YOU RECEIVED?
A Hello Kitty Stuffed Animal
4. EVER DROPPED A CELL PHONE?
Tuh every day
5. WHEN'S THE LAST TIME YOU PLAYED TRUTH OR DARE?
I think a couple of weeks ago. The game has dwindled on the board since then
6. THING(S) YOU SPEND A LOT OF MONEY ON?
Hair, handbags, clothes, gas *when I do fill up the tank, you know I wait lol*, food, and bills
7. LAST FOOD YOU ATE?
piece of candy
8. FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX?
Eyes
9. SOME FAVORITE SONGS?
Too many to list
10. WHERE DO YOU LIVE?
Arlington, Va *Dang all up in my business lol*
11. HIGH SCHOOL YOU ATTENDED:
Ummm errrr….you mean the high school I wanted to attend right? How about the high school I claimed? *lol* I went to Corliss *damn someone from high school is going to google this and read my blog* but I claimed Whitney Young *lol*
12. CELL PHONE SERVICE PROVIDER:
Verizon
13. FAVORITE MALL STORE:
barnes&nobles/border *depending on which one is in the mall*, Charlotte Russe, The Limited, Gap, I peek into Arden B and Bebe and Guess. I’m starting to retire from Wet Seal and Forever 21
14. DO YOU OWN A PAIR OF DICE?
regular and freaky *lol*
15. DO YOU PRANK CALL PEOPLE?
On slow nights at work we prank call other departments using the house phone
16. FIRST FRIEND YOU'D CALL IF YOU WON THE LOTTERY:
My Moms. Cuz she’ll see me on the news acting a fool
17. LAST TIME YOU SAW YOUR BEST FRIENDS:
I saw one on Sunday. But before that…around Christmas
18. FAVORITE FAST FOOD RESTAURANT:
Wendys
19. BIGGEST LIE YOU HAVE EVER HEARD:
I hear a lot of whoppers *lol* I guess the biggest and dumbest was when a dude I was messing with said to me “This Isnt what it looks like” while his dick was in some other chick’s mouth
20. WHERE'S YOUR FAVORITE PLACE TO EAT WITH FRIENDS?
Chillis or Bennigans
21. CAN YOU COOK?
Ummm errr….does microwaving count?
22. WHERE'S 25 DOUCHE?
I suppose in the feminine products aisle.
23. BEST KISSER:
Question is trying to get me in trouble *lol* To avoid a home argument…JBN *lol*
24. LAST TIME YOU CRIED?:
About two weeks ago
25. MOST DISLIKED FOODS:
Anything that stinks or looks nasty, most fish dishes, brocolli, liver, chitlings, ham hocks, hog maws, collard greens, pig ears, cauliflower, coleslaw, potato salad, baked beans *unless theyre my g-ma*
26. THING YOU LIKE MOST ABOUT YOURSELF:
My personality
27. THING YOU DISLIKE MOST ABOUT YOURSELF:
lack of breasts
28. CAN YOU SING?
In the shower I can
29. LAST KISS?
This morning.
30. LAST MOVIE WATCHED:
I watched about 15 minutes of The Departed before I went to sleep
31. ONE THING YOU NEVER LEAVE THE HOUSE WITHOUT:
Purse
32. FAVORITE VACATION SPOT:
Bahamas
33. LAPTOP OR DESKTOP COMPUTER?:
Both
34. FAVORITE COMEDIAN?:
Eddie Murphy
35. SLEEP WITH OR WITHOUT CLOTHES?
Unless I’m worked into a good sleep…I like to sleep with clothes. Shoot it get colds
36. WHO SLEEPS WITH YOU EVERY NIGHT?
JBN and the attack cat
37. DO LONG DISTANCE RELATIONSHIPS WORK?
For some it does. For me, it doesn’t
38. PANCAKES OR FRENCH TOAST?
French Toast
39. DO YOU LIKE COFFEE?
I drink a caramel machiatto everyonce and a while. Only coffee to touch my lips. I’m a tea drinker
40. HOW DO YOU LIKE YOUR EGGS?
Hard boiled. I hate any other variation of eggs
41. DO YOU BELIEVE IN ASTROLOGY?
I’m a Taurus but I’m not fanatical about it.
42. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?
Besides work folks, my mommy. I’m an aunt! 8lb 01oz baby girl born at 2:08a this morning!!!
43. LAST PERSON ON YOUR MISSED CALL LIST?:
My friend Eric.
44. WHAT WAS THE LAST TEXT MESSAGE YOU RECIEVED?:
“Wanna talk about it?”
45. NUMBER OF PILLOWS?:
5…A Hello Kitty Body pillow and 4 regular pillows…all but one ends up on the floor every night lol
46. WHAT ARE YOU WEARING RIGHT NOW?:
blue pantsuit with a red blouse
47. PICK A LYRIC, ANY LYRIC
Who you be with things to make u smile what numbers to dial you gone be here for a while—Notorious B.I.G
48. WHAT KIND OF JELLY DO YOU LIKE ON YOUR PB & J?
“I like jelly on mines” LOLOL…..no but grape jelly
49. CAN YOU PLAY POOL?
I’m killing it online but in person? Tuh I’m lucky if I get one lucky shot
50. CAN YOU SWIM?
Sure can. Tuh who says Black folk can’t swim?
51. FAVORITE ICE CREAM?
Choc. Chip cookie dough and Cake Batter from Cold Stone
52. DO YOU LIKE MAPS?
No. I still get lost *eyeing Mapquest on this one*
53. TELL ME A FEW RANDOM FACTS ABOUT YOURSELF:
I have an arch in my back due to a crooked spine
One foot is slightly wider than the other
I have 3 different hair colors….NONE caused by dye
54. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SEASON:
Summer…if u got it flaunt it honey. Hot long days….love it
55. LAST TIME YOU LAUGHED AT SOMETHING STUPID?
I crack up when I read something funny as hell on folks blogs
56. WHAT TIME DID YOU WAKE UP THIS MORNING ?
645a every morning except weekends
57. BEST THING ABOUT WINTER?
Not a damn thing!
58. DO YOU HAVE A CRUSH:
Wouldn’t be me if I didn’t have a crush on someone new every week
59. WHAT IS THE FIRST LETTER IN UR CRUSHES NAME:
Ararah *lol*
60. DO YOU THINK SEX IS COOL OR OVERRATED:
It’s an overrated act….one that I like to engage in as many times as possible though
61. WHAT ARE YOU DOING THIS WEEKEND?
Sunny Palm Beach here I Come
62. WHAT IS YOUR BIRTHDATE?
Why? *arches eyebrow* trying to do some identity theft? May 10.
63. WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE:
In the bed sleep
64. ARE YOU ON A LAPTOP?:
Nope on the work computer
65. ARE YOU SMILING?:
You know I always have a goofy smile on my face
66. DO YOU MISS SOMEONE RIGHT NOW:
Always
67. IF YOU COULD GO ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD WHERE WOULD YOU GO?
Robin Thicke’s bedroom
68. ARE YOU IN HIGH SCHOOL?
Is this an R Kelly questionaire? Nope high school days are gone
69. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE NAME:
Briana, McKenzie or Kennedy for a girl
Brice, James or John for a boy
70. WHAT COLOR IS YOUR BATHING SUIT?:
which one? I have them in almost every color but black
71. DOES YOUR SCHOOL START IN AUGUST?:
My last yr of high school and all through college yes
72. LATEST INJURY?:
damn paper cut
73. DO YOU HAVE A SISTER:
no
74. ARE YOU UPSTAIRS?:
Upstairs from what? A little stalkerish dontcha think?
75. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN THE HOSPITAL?
Yes
76. DO YOU WISH YOU COULD SEE ANYONE in PARTICULAR RIGHT NOW?
Mmmm Hmmm…..
77. WHAT JEWELRY ARE YOU WEARING?
Engagement ring, name plate pendant FH necklace, Hello Kitty bracelet. Forgot to put in earring though
78. WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO AFTER THIS SURVEY?
Try not to slap anyone
Yup…Currently on the finger right now.
2. LONGEST RELATIONSHIP?
Current one. Five years
3. LAST GIFT YOU RECEIVED?
A Hello Kitty Stuffed Animal
4. EVER DROPPED A CELL PHONE?
Tuh every day
5. WHEN'S THE LAST TIME YOU PLAYED TRUTH OR DARE?
I think a couple of weeks ago. The game has dwindled on the board since then
6. THING(S) YOU SPEND A LOT OF MONEY ON?
Hair, handbags, clothes, gas *when I do fill up the tank, you know I wait lol*, food, and bills
7. LAST FOOD YOU ATE?
piece of candy
8. FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX?
Eyes
9. SOME FAVORITE SONGS?
Too many to list
10. WHERE DO YOU LIVE?
Arlington, Va *Dang all up in my business lol*
11. HIGH SCHOOL YOU ATTENDED:
Ummm errrr….you mean the high school I wanted to attend right? How about the high school I claimed? *lol* I went to Corliss *damn someone from high school is going to google this and read my blog* but I claimed Whitney Young *lol*
12. CELL PHONE SERVICE PROVIDER:
Verizon
13. FAVORITE MALL STORE:
barnes&nobles/border *depending on which one is in the mall*, Charlotte Russe, The Limited, Gap, I peek into Arden B and Bebe and Guess. I’m starting to retire from Wet Seal and Forever 21
14. DO YOU OWN A PAIR OF DICE?
regular and freaky *lol*
15. DO YOU PRANK CALL PEOPLE?
On slow nights at work we prank call other departments using the house phone
16. FIRST FRIEND YOU'D CALL IF YOU WON THE LOTTERY:
My Moms. Cuz she’ll see me on the news acting a fool
17. LAST TIME YOU SAW YOUR BEST FRIENDS:
I saw one on Sunday. But before that…around Christmas
18. FAVORITE FAST FOOD RESTAURANT:
Wendys
19. BIGGEST LIE YOU HAVE EVER HEARD:
I hear a lot of whoppers *lol* I guess the biggest and dumbest was when a dude I was messing with said to me “This Isnt what it looks like” while his dick was in some other chick’s mouth
20. WHERE'S YOUR FAVORITE PLACE TO EAT WITH FRIENDS?
Chillis or Bennigans
21. CAN YOU COOK?
Ummm errr….does microwaving count?
22. WHERE'S 25 DOUCHE?
I suppose in the feminine products aisle.
23. BEST KISSER:
Question is trying to get me in trouble *lol* To avoid a home argument…JBN *lol*
24. LAST TIME YOU CRIED?:
About two weeks ago
25. MOST DISLIKED FOODS:
Anything that stinks or looks nasty, most fish dishes, brocolli, liver, chitlings, ham hocks, hog maws, collard greens, pig ears, cauliflower, coleslaw, potato salad, baked beans *unless theyre my g-ma*
26. THING YOU LIKE MOST ABOUT YOURSELF:
My personality
27. THING YOU DISLIKE MOST ABOUT YOURSELF:
lack of breasts
28. CAN YOU SING?
In the shower I can
29. LAST KISS?
This morning.
30. LAST MOVIE WATCHED:
I watched about 15 minutes of The Departed before I went to sleep
31. ONE THING YOU NEVER LEAVE THE HOUSE WITHOUT:
Purse
32. FAVORITE VACATION SPOT:
Bahamas
33. LAPTOP OR DESKTOP COMPUTER?:
Both
34. FAVORITE COMEDIAN?:
Eddie Murphy
35. SLEEP WITH OR WITHOUT CLOTHES?
Unless I’m worked into a good sleep…I like to sleep with clothes. Shoot it get colds
36. WHO SLEEPS WITH YOU EVERY NIGHT?
JBN and the attack cat
37. DO LONG DISTANCE RELATIONSHIPS WORK?
For some it does. For me, it doesn’t
38. PANCAKES OR FRENCH TOAST?
French Toast
39. DO YOU LIKE COFFEE?
I drink a caramel machiatto everyonce and a while. Only coffee to touch my lips. I’m a tea drinker
40. HOW DO YOU LIKE YOUR EGGS?
Hard boiled. I hate any other variation of eggs
41. DO YOU BELIEVE IN ASTROLOGY?
I’m a Taurus but I’m not fanatical about it.
42. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?
Besides work folks, my mommy. I’m an aunt! 8lb 01oz baby girl born at 2:08a this morning!!!
43. LAST PERSON ON YOUR MISSED CALL LIST?:
My friend Eric.
44. WHAT WAS THE LAST TEXT MESSAGE YOU RECIEVED?:
“Wanna talk about it?”
45. NUMBER OF PILLOWS?:
5…A Hello Kitty Body pillow and 4 regular pillows…all but one ends up on the floor every night lol
46. WHAT ARE YOU WEARING RIGHT NOW?:
blue pantsuit with a red blouse
47. PICK A LYRIC, ANY LYRIC
Who you be with things to make u smile what numbers to dial you gone be here for a while—Notorious B.I.G
48. WHAT KIND OF JELLY DO YOU LIKE ON YOUR PB & J?
“I like jelly on mines” LOLOL…..no but grape jelly
49. CAN YOU PLAY POOL?
I’m killing it online but in person? Tuh I’m lucky if I get one lucky shot
50. CAN YOU SWIM?
Sure can. Tuh who says Black folk can’t swim?
51. FAVORITE ICE CREAM?
Choc. Chip cookie dough and Cake Batter from Cold Stone
52. DO YOU LIKE MAPS?
No. I still get lost *eyeing Mapquest on this one*
53. TELL ME A FEW RANDOM FACTS ABOUT YOURSELF:
I have an arch in my back due to a crooked spine
One foot is slightly wider than the other
I have 3 different hair colors….NONE caused by dye
54. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SEASON:
Summer…if u got it flaunt it honey. Hot long days….love it
55. LAST TIME YOU LAUGHED AT SOMETHING STUPID?
I crack up when I read something funny as hell on folks blogs
56. WHAT TIME DID YOU WAKE UP THIS MORNING ?
645a every morning except weekends
57. BEST THING ABOUT WINTER?
Not a damn thing!
58. DO YOU HAVE A CRUSH:
Wouldn’t be me if I didn’t have a crush on someone new every week
59. WHAT IS THE FIRST LETTER IN UR CRUSHES NAME:
Ararah *lol*
60. DO YOU THINK SEX IS COOL OR OVERRATED:
It’s an overrated act….one that I like to engage in as many times as possible though
61. WHAT ARE YOU DOING THIS WEEKEND?
Sunny Palm Beach here I Come
62. WHAT IS YOUR BIRTHDATE?
Why? *arches eyebrow* trying to do some identity theft? May 10.
63. WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE:
In the bed sleep
64. ARE YOU ON A LAPTOP?:
Nope on the work computer
65. ARE YOU SMILING?:
You know I always have a goofy smile on my face
66. DO YOU MISS SOMEONE RIGHT NOW:
Always
67. IF YOU COULD GO ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD WHERE WOULD YOU GO?
Robin Thicke’s bedroom
68. ARE YOU IN HIGH SCHOOL?
Is this an R Kelly questionaire? Nope high school days are gone
69. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE NAME:
Briana, McKenzie or Kennedy for a girl
Brice, James or John for a boy
70. WHAT COLOR IS YOUR BATHING SUIT?:
which one? I have them in almost every color but black
71. DOES YOUR SCHOOL START IN AUGUST?:
My last yr of high school and all through college yes
72. LATEST INJURY?:
damn paper cut
73. DO YOU HAVE A SISTER:
no
74. ARE YOU UPSTAIRS?:
Upstairs from what? A little stalkerish dontcha think?
75. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN THE HOSPITAL?
Yes
76. DO YOU WISH YOU COULD SEE ANYONE in PARTICULAR RIGHT NOW?
Mmmm Hmmm…..
77. WHAT JEWELRY ARE YOU WEARING?
Engagement ring, name plate pendant FH necklace, Hello Kitty bracelet. Forgot to put in earring though
78. WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO AFTER THIS SURVEY?
Try not to slap anyone
Monday, March 12, 2007
I Hate My Job
There are days when I love my job and then there are weeks when I hate it.
Like how this week is shaping up.
I wish I could win the Powerball so I could never work a day of my life.
Or marry a hot neurosurgeon and become a housewife.
I’ll take either or.
It shouldn’t be a surprise that I deal with a lot of people who lack common sense. I mean a lot of common sense. And being the person that I am, it is often my duty to point this out on a regular day basis.
That Sounds Personal is my other slogan at work. I QUIT This Bitch! of course is the first.
And everyone wonders why I groan when I have to drag myself from the back in order to attend to guests in the front.
And as much as I try to fight it while in the workplace, that biting sarcasm has a way of emerging and before you know it, another document to add to the thick file I probably have at Corporate.
Now I have never claimed or wanted to be a “people person”. I work around people because well I have to. If I had it my way I would work from home. I think I deal well with others *tuh I was never put in the corner in pre-school for not playing well with others…that was Kindergarten*, for the most part I get along with my co-workers, I’m friendly enough. I smile, ooh and ahh at new baby pictures, contribute to potluck dinners and all that jazz.
As long as I am not irritated, I am in a general happy place.
With guests, nine times out of ten I am not in a happy place.
There are hundreds of things that guests do or ask that irritates the shit of out me to no end. From funky attitudes to stupid questions, I have it all.
And I try, I really do, to curb my mouth but you know sometimes things just slip out. I just can’t be all phony, “the customer is always right” and shit. Please talk to me with respect, please do not think that because I am at work that I will not read you because I will.
Talking greasy out the side of your mouth is the quickest way to shut down any form of helpfulness you may have received.
I feel like composing a list and posting it for guest to see as they check in because all types of crunkness have been going. I mean straight “Someone Pissed in My Cornflakes This Morning” attitude and while I have been gritting my teeth because a few “Bitch…” or “Motherfucker…” is sure to slip out and for the time being I need my job.
However, do not think the sarcasm has died down.
I feel like saying,
DO NOT:
1. Get an attitude because I cannot spell your name. Like Zrblowonowski is the new Smith.
2. Get an attitude because I cannot find your name in the system only to find out the reservation was not in your name in the first place. Yeah “White” and “Brown” sound exactly alike…So when you said it was under “White”, you really meant “Brown” right?
3. Swear up and down your company is paying the entire bill only to find out the hard way. And while you’re yelling at your secretary because you have to put down your own credit card, please step to the side so I can help someone else.
4. Talk on your cell phone. How rude and you will be the first to claim I did not say something vital because you were yakking on the phone.
5. Have your unruly ass children climb all over the counters, play with the bell carts, or run around in the revolving door. Kids will be kids but when I was a child let me have stepped away from my moms, a swift pop in the back of the head was administered. Also I don’t want your poo diaper baby sitting on the counter like I love the smell of a smelly diaper. Now I gotta spray AND febreeze the counter.
6. Interrupt me while I am talking. Please wait until I’m done with my script. As well, don’t interrupt me when you see me talking to another guest. That’s just rude. Please wait until I’m done or better yet how about you ask the other attendant? I mean I am not the only one working up here, why are you waiting specifically for me?
7. Get mad because you have to pay for parking. In this area, as well in DC and some parts of Maryland you will pay for parking. Please stop trying to debate me down on parking. If you park here, you will pay.
8. Debate over the rate. If you booked your own reservation *as you claim* then I know damn well you knew what you were paying before you got here. Not to mention the 10 emails you may have received a week that remind you of your upcoming stay that states your RATE at least three times. If you didn’t, please holla at the person who made your reservation!
9. Argue over tax exempt/government rate. In Arlington EVERYONE pays taxes. Come on now with your headquarters probably in DC do you really think Virginia is going to let some money slip through its fingers?! Only government employees and military are entitled to government rates. Just because you washed a damn diplomat’s window, it doesn’t entitle you to the government rate.
10. Think I know every building, street, Metro stop, restaurant, church, strip club, nail/hair salon, and barber in the DC Metro area! Don’t tell me you need to get to a church in DC and don’t know the name or address of the church!
11. Ask stupid questions. If I tell you that you can only make a right on the street out front because it is a ONE-WAY street, don’t ask why you can’t make a left. I bid you good day sir.
12. Act as if I am a representative from the airlines. I don’t know why your flight got delayed in Texas nor do I care. Better yet, take that up with American Airlines. And if you know, just know, you can’t make it that day please call ahead of time and change your arrival time because if you don’t show up, we will cancel your reservation. It’s just that simple. Don’t get mad when you show up two days later and your reservation has been cancelled. This ain’t the airlines, ain’t no standby for a missed reservation. Check the dates and holler if you can’t make it. I get very tired of guest who come in mad because their reservation was cancelled, start waving some papers around and when I look at the paper the date is BOLD right on the paper. I just explain that um yeah by MY calculation that date has already passed so…do you need me to hail a cab so you can find another hotel?
13. Act like I am a slave. It is not my job to carry your luggage so don’t hang it over the desk to me. It is not my job to carry your Starbucks and it’s damn sure not my job to hail you a cab.
14. Ask me anything in another language. I speak English only, don’t switch up from English to German and expect me to understand. It’s one thing if you don’t speak English, I can find a translator but don’t ask me something in English and then abruptly switch to another language.
15. Get an attitude because you arrive at 7 am and there are not any clean rooms ready. Who told you to take that early flight? Check in is at 4 pm, if it’s available we give it to you, if not then you have to wait.
16. On that note, there is a difference between GUARANTEED and REQUESTED. We don’t guarantee early check-ins.
17. This is not the Ritz or Four Seasons. If you’re that needy and have 1000 demands please stay there. We try our best, my hotel isn’t perfect, shit happens. In a hotel, things break, malfunction, or doesn’t work. It happens. The same as in one’s home. The same as everywhere. Not trying to make excuses for our hotel but what can I say? Work with us and we will do our best to rectify the wrong. BUT if we don’t know you’re allergic to feathers why would you get upset at us because we have feather bedding? We’ll remove it of course but don’t flip out like we should have KNOWN you were allergic…although you’re rocking a North Face down. And if it’s something YOU did, don’t cop an attitude. Our toilet didn’t clog by itself, it was YOUR monster poo!
18. Get loud. I don’t like raised voices. Maintain low tones with me. Maintain low tones.
19. Learn to add and multiply. Do not yell at me because we check for authorization of charges on your card. We’re gonna make sure we have our money. Don’t ask why we searched for X amount of dollars. If you’re here for a week we make sure you have enough credit for a week. AND we only automatically deduct from DEBIT not CREDIT. Do not give us a debit card if you do not want the charges taken out immediately. That’s why its called a “debit card”.
20. Get mad if your card decline. Take that up with Visa.
21. Tell me you can take your services elsewhere. I mean do you need me to show you where the exit is located?
22. Tell me what another hotel chain does or doesn’t do. Do you need me to check for vacancies there instead?
23. Demand an upgrade. If we have it, we have it. Depending on our moods and how you talk to the front desk, we may give it to you. Remember an upgrade is a REQUEST. However, don’t think if you’re paying less than $200 you’re getting a suite. I’m going to need you to holler back.
24. Threaten to sic my RM, GM or Corporate on me. Do you need me to make the phone call for you? Give you the address so that you can mail your letter? Better yet, direct you to the Metro stop so that you can deliver it personally? Please make sure my name is spelled right please.
AND MOST IMPORTANTLY
25. When I am off the clock.. DON’T ASK ME FOR SHIT!! If you see me heading out the door, obviously leaving the building, don’t ask for assistance because you really don’t to hear those word:
“Um I’m off the clock”
And see my retreating back. I don’t play games when it’s time to get off work.
*sigh* I’m typing this from work right now. I am so tempted to print this. It is not even 10 am and already ½ of my rules have been broken.
Expect a Co Worker Rant Shortly....
Like how this week is shaping up.
I wish I could win the Powerball so I could never work a day of my life.
Or marry a hot neurosurgeon and become a housewife.
I’ll take either or.
It shouldn’t be a surprise that I deal with a lot of people who lack common sense. I mean a lot of common sense. And being the person that I am, it is often my duty to point this out on a regular day basis.
That Sounds Personal is my other slogan at work. I QUIT This Bitch! of course is the first.
And everyone wonders why I groan when I have to drag myself from the back in order to attend to guests in the front.
And as much as I try to fight it while in the workplace, that biting sarcasm has a way of emerging and before you know it, another document to add to the thick file I probably have at Corporate.
Now I have never claimed or wanted to be a “people person”. I work around people because well I have to. If I had it my way I would work from home. I think I deal well with others *tuh I was never put in the corner in pre-school for not playing well with others…that was Kindergarten*, for the most part I get along with my co-workers, I’m friendly enough. I smile, ooh and ahh at new baby pictures, contribute to potluck dinners and all that jazz.
As long as I am not irritated, I am in a general happy place.
With guests, nine times out of ten I am not in a happy place.
There are hundreds of things that guests do or ask that irritates the shit of out me to no end. From funky attitudes to stupid questions, I have it all.
And I try, I really do, to curb my mouth but you know sometimes things just slip out. I just can’t be all phony, “the customer is always right” and shit. Please talk to me with respect, please do not think that because I am at work that I will not read you because I will.
Talking greasy out the side of your mouth is the quickest way to shut down any form of helpfulness you may have received.
I feel like composing a list and posting it for guest to see as they check in because all types of crunkness have been going. I mean straight “Someone Pissed in My Cornflakes This Morning” attitude and while I have been gritting my teeth because a few “Bitch…” or “Motherfucker…” is sure to slip out and for the time being I need my job.
However, do not think the sarcasm has died down.
I feel like saying,
DO NOT:
1. Get an attitude because I cannot spell your name. Like Zrblowonowski is the new Smith.
2. Get an attitude because I cannot find your name in the system only to find out the reservation was not in your name in the first place. Yeah “White” and “Brown” sound exactly alike…So when you said it was under “White”, you really meant “Brown” right?
3. Swear up and down your company is paying the entire bill only to find out the hard way. And while you’re yelling at your secretary because you have to put down your own credit card, please step to the side so I can help someone else.
4. Talk on your cell phone. How rude and you will be the first to claim I did not say something vital because you were yakking on the phone.
5. Have your unruly ass children climb all over the counters, play with the bell carts, or run around in the revolving door. Kids will be kids but when I was a child let me have stepped away from my moms, a swift pop in the back of the head was administered. Also I don’t want your poo diaper baby sitting on the counter like I love the smell of a smelly diaper. Now I gotta spray AND febreeze the counter.
6. Interrupt me while I am talking. Please wait until I’m done with my script. As well, don’t interrupt me when you see me talking to another guest. That’s just rude. Please wait until I’m done or better yet how about you ask the other attendant? I mean I am not the only one working up here, why are you waiting specifically for me?
7. Get mad because you have to pay for parking. In this area, as well in DC and some parts of Maryland you will pay for parking. Please stop trying to debate me down on parking. If you park here, you will pay.
8. Debate over the rate. If you booked your own reservation *as you claim* then I know damn well you knew what you were paying before you got here. Not to mention the 10 emails you may have received a week that remind you of your upcoming stay that states your RATE at least three times. If you didn’t, please holla at the person who made your reservation!
9. Argue over tax exempt/government rate. In Arlington EVERYONE pays taxes. Come on now with your headquarters probably in DC do you really think Virginia is going to let some money slip through its fingers?! Only government employees and military are entitled to government rates. Just because you washed a damn diplomat’s window, it doesn’t entitle you to the government rate.
10. Think I know every building, street, Metro stop, restaurant, church, strip club, nail/hair salon, and barber in the DC Metro area! Don’t tell me you need to get to a church in DC and don’t know the name or address of the church!
11. Ask stupid questions. If I tell you that you can only make a right on the street out front because it is a ONE-WAY street, don’t ask why you can’t make a left. I bid you good day sir.
12. Act as if I am a representative from the airlines. I don’t know why your flight got delayed in Texas nor do I care. Better yet, take that up with American Airlines. And if you know, just know, you can’t make it that day please call ahead of time and change your arrival time because if you don’t show up, we will cancel your reservation. It’s just that simple. Don’t get mad when you show up two days later and your reservation has been cancelled. This ain’t the airlines, ain’t no standby for a missed reservation. Check the dates and holler if you can’t make it. I get very tired of guest who come in mad because their reservation was cancelled, start waving some papers around and when I look at the paper the date is BOLD right on the paper. I just explain that um yeah by MY calculation that date has already passed so…do you need me to hail a cab so you can find another hotel?
13. Act like I am a slave. It is not my job to carry your luggage so don’t hang it over the desk to me. It is not my job to carry your Starbucks and it’s damn sure not my job to hail you a cab.
14. Ask me anything in another language. I speak English only, don’t switch up from English to German and expect me to understand. It’s one thing if you don’t speak English, I can find a translator but don’t ask me something in English and then abruptly switch to another language.
15. Get an attitude because you arrive at 7 am and there are not any clean rooms ready. Who told you to take that early flight? Check in is at 4 pm, if it’s available we give it to you, if not then you have to wait.
16. On that note, there is a difference between GUARANTEED and REQUESTED. We don’t guarantee early check-ins.
17. This is not the Ritz or Four Seasons. If you’re that needy and have 1000 demands please stay there. We try our best, my hotel isn’t perfect, shit happens. In a hotel, things break, malfunction, or doesn’t work. It happens. The same as in one’s home. The same as everywhere. Not trying to make excuses for our hotel but what can I say? Work with us and we will do our best to rectify the wrong. BUT if we don’t know you’re allergic to feathers why would you get upset at us because we have feather bedding? We’ll remove it of course but don’t flip out like we should have KNOWN you were allergic…although you’re rocking a North Face down. And if it’s something YOU did, don’t cop an attitude. Our toilet didn’t clog by itself, it was YOUR monster poo!
18. Get loud. I don’t like raised voices. Maintain low tones with me. Maintain low tones.
19. Learn to add and multiply. Do not yell at me because we check for authorization of charges on your card. We’re gonna make sure we have our money. Don’t ask why we searched for X amount of dollars. If you’re here for a week we make sure you have enough credit for a week. AND we only automatically deduct from DEBIT not CREDIT. Do not give us a debit card if you do not want the charges taken out immediately. That’s why its called a “debit card”.
20. Get mad if your card decline. Take that up with Visa.
21. Tell me you can take your services elsewhere. I mean do you need me to show you where the exit is located?
22. Tell me what another hotel chain does or doesn’t do. Do you need me to check for vacancies there instead?
23. Demand an upgrade. If we have it, we have it. Depending on our moods and how you talk to the front desk, we may give it to you. Remember an upgrade is a REQUEST. However, don’t think if you’re paying less than $200 you’re getting a suite. I’m going to need you to holler back.
24. Threaten to sic my RM, GM or Corporate on me. Do you need me to make the phone call for you? Give you the address so that you can mail your letter? Better yet, direct you to the Metro stop so that you can deliver it personally? Please make sure my name is spelled right please.
AND MOST IMPORTANTLY
25. When I am off the clock.. DON’T ASK ME FOR SHIT!! If you see me heading out the door, obviously leaving the building, don’t ask for assistance because you really don’t to hear those word:
“Um I’m off the clock”
And see my retreating back. I don’t play games when it’s time to get off work.
*sigh* I’m typing this from work right now. I am so tempted to print this. It is not even 10 am and already ½ of my rules have been broken.
Expect a Co Worker Rant Shortly....
Sunday, March 11, 2007
Random Thoughts on a Sunday
I think some of my co-workers go out of their way to piss me off. Seriously. I think on the drive to work they think “How can I piss off Tenacious today? Maybe I’ll fuck up an account and blame her. No better yet how about I don’t send her the resources she need to do her job so I can look at her like she’s crazy when she stomps in my office to yell at me. Boy will that get a rise out of her!”
Seriously I think my co-workers are just itching for that ghetto side to come out. They saw a peek of it Friday…I think they’re testing me, you know since white people aren’t scared of black people anyone.
I see now I really don’t need to have the type of career where I have complete control because I would abuse that power like a motherfucker.
Especially if you’re male and cute. Shit what are you really willing to do to keep this job?
Sexual harassment suits like a motherfucker. You know I’m already fighting charges on that from a previous job *lol*
I think my brother goes out his way to piss me off. Boy is my pimp hand itching right about now. Got the big bottle of Johnson and Johnson baby powder and everything. My new niece should be born any day now. I can’t wait. Another young mind to corrupt. I already have my other niece saying “NO” all the time. Not to mention she has the foot stomping thing on lock. She made me realize how much I really stomp my foot when I don’t get my way. *lol* I do that at work all the time.
*sigh* Confessions of a spoiled brat.
Am I the only one who hates people who are in the “15 items or less” line with about 30 items?
R. Kelly is just dominating the radio lately huh? Just on everyone and their mama’s tracks? I won’t lie though I’m a Flirt is my song of the moment…although I know he’s asking for an ass whooping trying to slide up on his guy’s girl. I guess I shouldn’t expect any less from the “Ararah” *R*. I mean he do piss on people.
When I drop my album you know I’m going to have to do a song with him right? I mean I still can pass for a teen *lol*
Lloyd looks a little…off to me. Something in that face of him screams he used to eat paint chips as a shorty. That or sniff carbon monoxide when it came out the back of the car. I did it *lol* Thought it was one of the best smells in the world. And I wonder why I’m borderline now.
It’s funny. When you’re not looking, a great person just materializes out of nowhere and becomes your new best friend. My new friend JIGALOW is that person. That’s my new homie right there. It’s funny how we click. It’s like we got along instantly. Funny it’s almost like I’ve known him my entire life. Like when I fell out the tree at 6….dude was at the bottom of the tree laughing. I found out he reads my blog and seem to think this crap I write is pretty damn funny. And you know me, a natural ham, I eat it up.
The ham and the compliment.
You know I’m not turning down a meal.
Outside of a few selected people he’s a person I can talk to for hours about an array of subjects. Time just flies. It’s actually kinda cute. Kinda like when I was in high school and my best friends and I would three way each other just to watch TV. I mean we’re just on the phone breathing and laughing. Ain’t talking about a damn thing *lol* until my momma get on the other line and I squawk in protest of my “privacy” being violated.
I started to give him the alias “Therapist”, dude will have you realizing some of those skeletons in your closet for real for real. I think it’s the “panty creamer” voice though.
Oh yeah. He better quit playing. He’ll be talking legs just slowly parting like sesame.
Um yeah that’s something I have to work on *lol* Legs parting at the most inappropriate times and shit. Can’t be in church legs parting during alter call. That is NOT going to get me into heaven.
I’ve been in an 8ball and MJG mood. I’ve been bumping a lot of their music. Now they couldn’t touch me for any amount of money in the world but I dig them as artists.
Although…with all the money some of these artists have….a bath isn’t mandatory? Is that what’s hot in the streets? Looking dirty as fuck? White tee all cream colored and shit covered in red Kool-Aid droplets, mild sauce drippings and a small hole in the shirt from when a little bit of the blunt ashes got on the shirt. Face nappier than my hair when I go more than 3 months without a relaxer. Just looking….well dirty. I mean even their pictures stink.
I’ll take an untrendy nigga in a heartbeat then. Washing your ass is mandatory around these parts.
So why was I walking around the parking garage for about 15 minutes looking for the car. I’m hitting the buttons and everything. I thought someone has towed my shit and it was about to be some thangs. Damn car on the other side of the building.
Folks looking at me like I’m a crack head because I’m ducking in and out of the rows and shit. And my allergies kicked in so I was sniffing and shit *lol*
Straight Chi-Town crack head right there.
I’m going to Palm Beach Friday for the weekend. It pays to have a hook-up at the airport. I can get my early tan on *lol*
I am convinced I was a white girl in a past life. I can’t stay out of the sun. Plus I have lost a few pounds.
Those Ralph Laurens are a wrap. Ain’t no getting into those bad boys unless I dropped about 20 pounds which ain’t happening. Had to pour out a little Henny for my lost jeans.
No longer are people rubbing on my stomach asking when my baby is due.
People really seem to think I have children. Don’t let the pictures everywhere fool you. Their bad asses go home at the end of the night. And I’m vain. A lot of the baby pictures are of me. Yeah I put my water head baby pictures up everywhere.
I already know a c-section is in order when JBN and I have a child. Baby’s head would be entirely too big. Mess around and I gotta coil my coochie lips in the panties. Lips just dragging the ground shooting spark.
You don’t know a good thing until it’s gone. That’s for sure.
I’ve been told I flirt too much. Tuh I don’t flirt enough *lol* I’m trying to walk on the Acura lot and drive off in a car free of charge.
I have to realize I am always going to remain a B cup. I go to VS all the time praying I got an upgrade but *sigh* no.
I really want to go bowling. I’m trying to spank some ass on the lane.
Work has me extremely busy. I can’t wait until tour season dies down.
I’ve been neglecting folks. But then again when a person calls everyone BUT me to ask how I’m doing that should tell you something. I’ve distanced myself from quite a few people over the past few months. Part of cleaning out my closet. Getting rid of folks I have outgrown.
I know who has my back and who would stick a knife in it.
That’s why I cherish the people that I do.
The weather is getting warm….you know what that means….
Seriously I think my co-workers are just itching for that ghetto side to come out. They saw a peek of it Friday…I think they’re testing me, you know since white people aren’t scared of black people anyone.
I see now I really don’t need to have the type of career where I have complete control because I would abuse that power like a motherfucker.
Especially if you’re male and cute. Shit what are you really willing to do to keep this job?
Sexual harassment suits like a motherfucker. You know I’m already fighting charges on that from a previous job *lol*
I think my brother goes out his way to piss me off. Boy is my pimp hand itching right about now. Got the big bottle of Johnson and Johnson baby powder and everything. My new niece should be born any day now. I can’t wait. Another young mind to corrupt. I already have my other niece saying “NO” all the time. Not to mention she has the foot stomping thing on lock. She made me realize how much I really stomp my foot when I don’t get my way. *lol* I do that at work all the time.
*sigh* Confessions of a spoiled brat.
Am I the only one who hates people who are in the “15 items or less” line with about 30 items?
R. Kelly is just dominating the radio lately huh? Just on everyone and their mama’s tracks? I won’t lie though I’m a Flirt is my song of the moment…although I know he’s asking for an ass whooping trying to slide up on his guy’s girl. I guess I shouldn’t expect any less from the “Ararah” *R*. I mean he do piss on people.
When I drop my album you know I’m going to have to do a song with him right? I mean I still can pass for a teen *lol*
Lloyd looks a little…off to me. Something in that face of him screams he used to eat paint chips as a shorty. That or sniff carbon monoxide when it came out the back of the car. I did it *lol* Thought it was one of the best smells in the world. And I wonder why I’m borderline now.
It’s funny. When you’re not looking, a great person just materializes out of nowhere and becomes your new best friend. My new friend JIGALOW is that person. That’s my new homie right there. It’s funny how we click. It’s like we got along instantly. Funny it’s almost like I’ve known him my entire life. Like when I fell out the tree at 6….dude was at the bottom of the tree laughing. I found out he reads my blog and seem to think this crap I write is pretty damn funny. And you know me, a natural ham, I eat it up.
The ham and the compliment.
You know I’m not turning down a meal.
Outside of a few selected people he’s a person I can talk to for hours about an array of subjects. Time just flies. It’s actually kinda cute. Kinda like when I was in high school and my best friends and I would three way each other just to watch TV. I mean we’re just on the phone breathing and laughing. Ain’t talking about a damn thing *lol* until my momma get on the other line and I squawk in protest of my “privacy” being violated.
I started to give him the alias “Therapist”, dude will have you realizing some of those skeletons in your closet for real for real. I think it’s the “panty creamer” voice though.
Oh yeah. He better quit playing. He’ll be talking legs just slowly parting like sesame.
Um yeah that’s something I have to work on *lol* Legs parting at the most inappropriate times and shit. Can’t be in church legs parting during alter call. That is NOT going to get me into heaven.
I’ve been in an 8ball and MJG mood. I’ve been bumping a lot of their music. Now they couldn’t touch me for any amount of money in the world but I dig them as artists.
Although…with all the money some of these artists have….a bath isn’t mandatory? Is that what’s hot in the streets? Looking dirty as fuck? White tee all cream colored and shit covered in red Kool-Aid droplets, mild sauce drippings and a small hole in the shirt from when a little bit of the blunt ashes got on the shirt. Face nappier than my hair when I go more than 3 months without a relaxer. Just looking….well dirty. I mean even their pictures stink.
I’ll take an untrendy nigga in a heartbeat then. Washing your ass is mandatory around these parts.
So why was I walking around the parking garage for about 15 minutes looking for the car. I’m hitting the buttons and everything. I thought someone has towed my shit and it was about to be some thangs. Damn car on the other side of the building.
Folks looking at me like I’m a crack head because I’m ducking in and out of the rows and shit. And my allergies kicked in so I was sniffing and shit *lol*
Straight Chi-Town crack head right there.
I’m going to Palm Beach Friday for the weekend. It pays to have a hook-up at the airport. I can get my early tan on *lol*
I am convinced I was a white girl in a past life. I can’t stay out of the sun. Plus I have lost a few pounds.
Those Ralph Laurens are a wrap. Ain’t no getting into those bad boys unless I dropped about 20 pounds which ain’t happening. Had to pour out a little Henny for my lost jeans.
No longer are people rubbing on my stomach asking when my baby is due.
People really seem to think I have children. Don’t let the pictures everywhere fool you. Their bad asses go home at the end of the night. And I’m vain. A lot of the baby pictures are of me. Yeah I put my water head baby pictures up everywhere.
I already know a c-section is in order when JBN and I have a child. Baby’s head would be entirely too big. Mess around and I gotta coil my coochie lips in the panties. Lips just dragging the ground shooting spark.
You don’t know a good thing until it’s gone. That’s for sure.
I’ve been told I flirt too much. Tuh I don’t flirt enough *lol* I’m trying to walk on the Acura lot and drive off in a car free of charge.
I have to realize I am always going to remain a B cup. I go to VS all the time praying I got an upgrade but *sigh* no.
I really want to go bowling. I’m trying to spank some ass on the lane.
Work has me extremely busy. I can’t wait until tour season dies down.
I’ve been neglecting folks. But then again when a person calls everyone BUT me to ask how I’m doing that should tell you something. I’ve distanced myself from quite a few people over the past few months. Part of cleaning out my closet. Getting rid of folks I have outgrown.
I know who has my back and who would stick a knife in it.
That’s why I cherish the people that I do.
The weather is getting warm….you know what that means….
Thursday, March 01, 2007
I'm Still Alive
***wake up wake up wake up....It's the first of tha month....***
Damn, with the exception of my vacations and trips home to Chicago, this is the longest I have gone without blogging.
Nothing personal but I'm not in a happy place right now. And other than griping about my job, I don't have anything to contribute to the blogging world.
*gasp* Tenacious with nothing to talk about?! Is it the 2nd coming?!
Nah work has been kicking my ass. I thought with a promotion my black ass could be chilling like a villain *funny I bought a t shirt with this saying on it* but noooo...every day when I come in there's something new and tedious that takes up an obnoxious amount of time, leaving me drained and uninspired to write.
I swear I have never seen so many people with MBA who lacks basic common sense.
I swear I'm going to snap on this heifer at work. She has one more time to try to "treat" me in front of our superiors and she's going to see how strong this pimp hand really is. Don't get mad at me because I call you out for your lack of team work. And laziness. Oh and losing shit and trying to blame everyone but yourself. We're already having "e-mail" wars she's trying to get gully.
If she's feeling froggy....leap.
I'm trying to give this "Be A Good Friend And Actually Listen" shit a try, friends have been dumping on me left and right. Usually when I give a "Go to Hell" and a dial tone for interrupting my post-work slumber, I've been fighting sleep to listen to a flurry of issues about everything under the sun. This is what I get for ignoring calls. Now I have to listen to an hour of "back info" in order to put me up to date on the issue and of course my all abiding advice that will be ignored as usual. I swear I am the wrong person to come for advice but they keep coming.
Also I have been going through some personal issues myself and had to use the same friends to dump my shit on. I don't do that often but when I do, it's a big relief. I feel like everything that has been bugging me is out in the air. It's like a weight lifted off of my chest.
Had to call in my own personal reinforcement and let them give me advise. Only difference is I actually take it. Well maybe because they vocally state what I have been secretly thinking which validates me in some way.
I think I am such a fucked up individual. Mentally and physically. It's so much shit that is not kosher that I do. I have a twisted side of me that seeks therapy. Why do I do the shit I do? Do I have deep rooted self esteem issues? Why am I always seeking validation for the fucked up shit that I do?
I think my friends were shocked at some of the things I was saying. I keep so much stuff to myself, so scared to let someone in and help me because I'm always thinking he/she is going to use that info against me and hurt me, I shut people out. I push people away.
I hate myself sometimes.
Not enough to kill myself though...I ain't that crazy. Shit I'm too pretty for that *lol*
I'm 23 but where is my life going? Hell what do I want to do with my life? I spend so much time rebelling against adulthood that I am scared of "growing up". Sometimes I don't want to get married. I don't want to be with JBN. I don't want to be with anyone, just myself.
I've been feeling like this for months but I've been pushing it to the back of my subconscious. If I sleep it away, all my problems are solved. Temporarily. But they always come back.
I've hurt people. I'm trying to rectify that. As mean spirited as I can be, I don't like to intentionally hurt people's feelings. Makes me feel lower than low. Hurts my feelings.
I love hard and hate just as hard. Sometimes my hatred is so strong, it scares me. I have to take a step back and say "Whoa. Hope God didn't hear that". My mother once told me that if you wish bad things on people, bad things happens to the ones you love.
I'm just drained people. Usually writing is my therapy but the words haven't been coming. I would write if I could. But I can't.
Work is a minor annoyance. Other than taking work home sometimes, when I leave *run out the door is more like it* I try to leave work issues at work. I'm concentrating on the quickest route to get me home so I can get in the bed.
Restless sleep. Nightmares. "What if" scenarios. I haven't felt like this in a long time. Worries me. The last time this happened, something bad occurred. I feel a storm brewing. My issues could get ugly.
....But I'm around. Just not as much as I want to be. Hopefully this storm will pass and my muse come back, funnier as ever. Sorry to depress everyone.
I have major catching up to do with my blogs. I haven't forgotten about yall.
Damn, with the exception of my vacations and trips home to Chicago, this is the longest I have gone without blogging.
Nothing personal but I'm not in a happy place right now. And other than griping about my job, I don't have anything to contribute to the blogging world.
*gasp* Tenacious with nothing to talk about?! Is it the 2nd coming?!
Nah work has been kicking my ass. I thought with a promotion my black ass could be chilling like a villain *funny I bought a t shirt with this saying on it* but noooo...every day when I come in there's something new and tedious that takes up an obnoxious amount of time, leaving me drained and uninspired to write.
I swear I have never seen so many people with MBA who lacks basic common sense.
I swear I'm going to snap on this heifer at work. She has one more time to try to "treat" me in front of our superiors and she's going to see how strong this pimp hand really is. Don't get mad at me because I call you out for your lack of team work. And laziness. Oh and losing shit and trying to blame everyone but yourself. We're already having "e-mail" wars she's trying to get gully.
If she's feeling froggy....leap.
I'm trying to give this "Be A Good Friend And Actually Listen" shit a try, friends have been dumping on me left and right. Usually when I give a "Go to Hell" and a dial tone for interrupting my post-work slumber, I've been fighting sleep to listen to a flurry of issues about everything under the sun. This is what I get for ignoring calls. Now I have to listen to an hour of "back info" in order to put me up to date on the issue and of course my all abiding advice that will be ignored as usual. I swear I am the wrong person to come for advice but they keep coming.
Also I have been going through some personal issues myself and had to use the same friends to dump my shit on. I don't do that often but when I do, it's a big relief. I feel like everything that has been bugging me is out in the air. It's like a weight lifted off of my chest.
Had to call in my own personal reinforcement and let them give me advise. Only difference is I actually take it. Well maybe because they vocally state what I have been secretly thinking which validates me in some way.
I think I am such a fucked up individual. Mentally and physically. It's so much shit that is not kosher that I do. I have a twisted side of me that seeks therapy. Why do I do the shit I do? Do I have deep rooted self esteem issues? Why am I always seeking validation for the fucked up shit that I do?
I think my friends were shocked at some of the things I was saying. I keep so much stuff to myself, so scared to let someone in and help me because I'm always thinking he/she is going to use that info against me and hurt me, I shut people out. I push people away.
I hate myself sometimes.
Not enough to kill myself though...I ain't that crazy. Shit I'm too pretty for that *lol*
I'm 23 but where is my life going? Hell what do I want to do with my life? I spend so much time rebelling against adulthood that I am scared of "growing up". Sometimes I don't want to get married. I don't want to be with JBN. I don't want to be with anyone, just myself.
I've been feeling like this for months but I've been pushing it to the back of my subconscious. If I sleep it away, all my problems are solved. Temporarily. But they always come back.
I've hurt people. I'm trying to rectify that. As mean spirited as I can be, I don't like to intentionally hurt people's feelings. Makes me feel lower than low. Hurts my feelings.
I love hard and hate just as hard. Sometimes my hatred is so strong, it scares me. I have to take a step back and say "Whoa. Hope God didn't hear that". My mother once told me that if you wish bad things on people, bad things happens to the ones you love.
I'm just drained people. Usually writing is my therapy but the words haven't been coming. I would write if I could. But I can't.
Work is a minor annoyance. Other than taking work home sometimes, when I leave *run out the door is more like it* I try to leave work issues at work. I'm concentrating on the quickest route to get me home so I can get in the bed.
Restless sleep. Nightmares. "What if" scenarios. I haven't felt like this in a long time. Worries me. The last time this happened, something bad occurred. I feel a storm brewing. My issues could get ugly.
....But I'm around. Just not as much as I want to be. Hopefully this storm will pass and my muse come back, funnier as ever. Sorry to depress everyone.
I have major catching up to do with my blogs. I haven't forgotten about yall.
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