Pure Randomness...

Since blogger have been acting like a natural ass all week, I couldn’t post everything that I wanted.

*shakes fist*

So I’m back to try again.

Bad thing is I don’t even remember what the hell I wrote about! Don’t you hate that? I’m always saying I’m going to write some sh*t down but I have yet to scratch some sh*t out on paper. So I’m lazy. Sue me.

Wednesday I went and kicked it with CUTIE for a hot second. Haven’t heard his name in a while huh? Yeah he’s still lurking in the background, kinda leery of me still. I guess he’s trying to still feel out my character. I’m like, “Get in line my nigga. Get in line.” I was just chilling on his block for a little bit getting eye f*cked by all of his friends. I guess they’ve never seen a Chi-Town female before. I was told I had a “sexy gutter mouth”. Yeah that doesn’t sound as sexy in words *lol* The things that pass for a compliment nowadays…

I come home and get on IM and my guy was online. This is the same guy who I mentioned before who up and decided to tell me his “true” feelings about me and sh*t. Since his revelation, we haven’t really talked because I’m blown. I mean me and dude has been cool for the longest, sleeping in the same bed (no sexual pervs), shooting the breeze together and he just decide to tell me he’s been feeling me for years and how come we never hooked up. I mean he just knocked the sh*t out me with that statement because I never saw it coming and I pride myself on distinguishing between men who will try anything to f*ck (including pretending to be your friend all while fantasizing about your ass and some baby oil) and guys who ain’t on that. I’m not saying he was trying to be my friend just so he can f*ck but I did not know some of his feelings for me were in the non-platonic way. I’m not the type to think every man walking wants a bite of Tenacious. Maybe just a nibble but not a damn bite. And maybe not every dude but the ones who get trapped in my blinding smile. But I digress. I am not conceited. *lol*

So we’re making small talk because I’m trying to multi-task. I’m eating, typing on the computer, talking on the phone with FH, and watching tv *lol* I guess he wants to bring up the subject again but I’m trying to change the subject to no success. We start talking about old times and of course he had to post some incriminating pictures to go along with it. Pictures that I had no idea that he had. So naturally I want to know where the hell he got some of the pictures because I know some of them must have came through mutual friends that we know.

Turns out this guy has been swiping picture of me from friends for years. As in more than one. As in he’s a photo thief. Now I don’t know if he meant to confess he was swiping pictures or he hope I would not put two and two together. He has pictures of me that goes as far back as high school when I did not know him all that well. Not to mention he has a few creepy pictures. Like he posted a few pictures of me that are not poses. As in pictures where I am not aware that I am being photographed. He got pictures of me walking to class, sleeping in class *lol*, reading, studying, and even working out in the fitness room at the gym.

*shudders*

Yeah, he’s stalking me on some The Crush type sh*t. Like I told T.Cas, obviously this nigga took Obsession 101 and passed that b*tch with flying colors. Hell he’s working on his Ph.D. This fool even has a baby picture of me that he stole from my dorm room. Like the self-obsessed prick I can be, my dorm room was plastered with pictures of yours truly so it probably wasn’t too hard for him to lift a picture of me. Sure a few of my friends have swiped a picture or two of me and I don’t mind but it’s the fact that he took glee in that stupid picture.

So he calls me and we chat and I’m just like, “Dude, now you’re scaring me.” JDUBB is flashing through my head right now. But he’s like, he really like me and he wanted to say something before it was too late. Ummm yeah he’s like four years too late. But since I was in a good mood, I did not feel like cursing him. I just made him feel lower than low with my smart remarks and my insight on his “stalker” tendencies.

I don’t know guys I just feel restless. I think it’s the weather. Warm weather makes me feel sluggish. And lazy as hell. Even my thought process is crazy. I can’t think of a thing to write about. And this is me we’re talking about. Someone who will post about their favorite cheese or something.

I was supposed to go out tonight but I don’t feel like going out so I flaked out and canceled. My girls were mad but I told them I just don’t feel like being in the club tonight. I don’t feel like getting felt up by random guys tonight. Which is really irritating by the way. Please stop trying to grab my hand or rub on my booty as I walk past you. Once again you might be reaching for my purse and then I gotta chin check your ass. Growing up in a rough neighborhood in Chicago will make you paranoid like that.

Today I put in my transfer to go to another property. I just can’t take it there anymore. The managers are all about kissing Tenacious’ ass right about now but I’m just like, “Sign this so I can bounce.” And one of the cool managers that I actually still like had the nerve to ask me was it someone at work who is causing me to “run away”? I had to give him that “F*ck you mean” look? I would never let anyone run me from a job! *thumps chest* I’m muthaf*cking King Kong in that b*tch. I told him I wanted to leave before my sexual harassment lawsuits caught up with me.

Then, ok, typical Tenacious moment. So I’m walking down the street looking too fierce in my stiletto sandals and capris. Yeah I retired the flip flops for a few days and actually decided to wear the shoes I’ve spent so much money on only to never wear them and when I do, I wish (because Black people don’t hope) a muthaf*cker would step on my stiletto. I’m like how a nigga is in the club with his fresh Air Ones or some Timbs. Step on BCBG heels if you want to. I wish you would scuff these COACH wedges that had me broke for two weeks. And besides its open toe season and my toes will not have bruises on them from where folks have chomped down on my toes in the club. Feet looking like I’ve been building houses and sh*t with them. Tenacious can’t go out like that!

*lol*

Back to the story. So I’m wobbling in my stilettos because apparently I forgot about those four long ass blocks to the crib from the Metro and while I want to yank them bad boys off and walk barefoot, I was playing the “classy” role that day which meant hobbling to the crib while attempting to look cute. Now there’s this cute dude who works at Ted’s (a steakhouse) a block away from my apartment and while I don’t see his sexy little dreadlock ass everyday, I peek in the window every time I walk by to see if he’s in. So I guess he was taking a break or something because he was just lounging against the side of the building looking like a tall, sexy glass of chocolate milk. So instantly my goofy ass goes into “cheese” mode. Where you can see all 32 of my teeth and then some. More gum that Wrigley showing *snicker* Ok that was lame but you get the point.

So I try to straighten up my Wicked Witch of the West hobble and get the sexy girl strut on. So I’m so busy looking at him, I tripped over this lady and her cart. Me, the b*tch and the f*cking cart went down. Ok well I didn’t cause technically I broke my fall on the lady but can you say face, ass, back, hell arm muscles just red. After the lady must have called me every thing (I know she slipped a “nigger” up in there) but a Child of God in her native tongue, I helped her pick up her destroyed groceries from the ground. Meanwhile every body and they mama just the gawking. Including his ass. So not only did I show him I am a clumpy ass, I know he was thinking he got me all shook and sh*t. Cocky ass. More f*cked up because it was partly true. I was more mad at the b*tch that got in my damn way. I mean damn did you not see me drooling at the nigga to my right? I think the b*tch ran into me on purpose. Hating ass wrench. LOL at me trying to blame the lady.

So after I picked my lip up off the ground I tried to slide past him real slick and sh*t. I done took the shoes off, like f*ck it, no sense in fronting now, so I’m walking down the street with my shoes in my hand, still mad because now he’s going to see me as “Clumsy B*tch Who Runs Into Sh*t” from now on when I hear his sexy ass calling. Tenacious as I am, I refuse to turn around and turn the corner.

Do you know he chased me down to ask for my number? While he was chuckling at my spectacular flop on the curb, he told me loved a woman with a sense of humor. Sure I was embarrassed but you know my goofy ass was cracking up to the un-amused expression of the lady who ran her ass into me with that big dumb ass cart. We chatted for a few more minutes and needless to say, I don’t remember a word because a sister was too busy drooling. That nigga could have told me he rubs himself down in peanut butter and run naked in the streets and I would have been like, “Mmmm hmmm, Jiffy or Peter Pan?” So I gave out my number. I’m sorry he was a little too sexy to walk away from. I sure didn’t want it be like when I tripped up the escalator watching a chocolate morsel walk down the opposite way. Ok well it kinda was but hey he got the number this time.

I swear God is giving me signs to behave my damn self but damn that monkey called “flirtation” is constantly on my back. I need to have an intervention or something. In Chicago it was so much easier to avoid but I can’t control my wandering eye in DC. Sure for the most part it’s all innocent fun but I am like a step away from being a predator. Going to be abducting men from the Metro stop like Ay, I got them sports tickets.

*lol*

I am too silly for words.

But for real gentlemen…I do have season tickets. They right up in my car…

T's Take On Religion....

**Don't worry T, I'm going to post my own 10 Steps Booklet...*lol* I just have to get my words together**

Today apparently I have a credit card as I have received a credit card statement in the mail.

No worries, it’s not an identity theft thing. I hope a criminal is not stupid enough to put my address on the statement. Two I would be pissed if an f*cking criminal managed to receive a credit card in my name and I couldn’t even get one in my own name. Imagine that. The fake me is accepted for a credit card while the real me is rejected.

At least this means my credit is finally starting to come together. Sure the limit is low but I have to start somewhere. After blowing through my Bank of America Visa in two weeks in college, I thought it was a wrap for me to get a credit card. I guess my student loans on time are a plus as well as not having any outstanding debt in the past four years. Besides I paid my old Visa off. Sure it too numerous threats, hella avoidance of any 800 number and several collection agencies snapping at my heels but I paid Bank of America off.

So clap for me. Tenacious finally has a credit card. I can slap my card down and be like Charge it B*tch without doing a quick calculation on how much I have in checking and whether those shoes are worth my dry cleaning staying in the cleaners for another month. I have two suits that’s still at the cleaners. Luckily they know me and have not sold my sh*t yet. They already know I’m unstable.

Today I went out to lunch with my boyfriend and me mutual friend. Dude is pretty cool and we just happened to run into one another while walking down the street. I was coming from running an errand and he was walking out his job for a lunch date. I forgot he worked in that area. He’s a little cutie but he’s too manwhorish for me. It’s to the point where I don’t bother to learn his female of the day name because she won’t be around for the weekend. I gotta catch myself sometimes because I’m always a second from calling them by the wrong name and I don’t want to get him in trouble. Besides we’re all really cool and we hit up Happy Hour quite a few times after work.

He asked me did I want to tag along because he was just meeting his frat brother who lived in town for a quick bite to eat and since you don’t have to pry my arm off when it comes to a free meal I agreed.

Why did I do that?

His frat brother turned out to be a conceited asshole. Not only that, he was constantly trying to push his religion on me.

I joke a lot about the lawd and my holy bible thumping, Sunday sanctifying, holy water throwing father’s side of the family but I am a Christian. Sure I don’t attend church as much as I should, I curse like a sailor, have broken many of commandments, and I don’t know the Bible backwards and forward *lol* but I believe in Jesus Christ. I’ve come across many of blogs where people don’t believe in God and basically states the Bible was written by two years old and is a piece of hypocritical trash as far as they are concerned. I can respect that. I don’t push Jesus down folk’s throats. If you believe in Him that’s fine and if not, that’s fine as well. In fact, I don’t even discuss religion with people because folks will get heated about their religion won’t they? Plus the real fanatics will preach to you to the end of days about their religion and how their religion is better than yours blah blah.

I will admit I don’t even know the difference between the Christian segments of the Church. I know the difference but I don’t know the difference between Methodist and Baptist for example. I grew up in a Baptist household. That’s all I know. I went to an African Methodist church once and only difference I saw was how the church program was set out and people seemed more subdued. Personally, I love being Baptist. Where else could you get the 18 word long church name? The whooping and hollering all throughout the sermon? Hell the six hour sermon? The seven collection plate offering? Alter calls? The Holy Ghost performance? And besides Baptist don’t see anything wrong with beating a kid’s ass in the church’s bathroom. You know my grandmother and mother was mouthing, “Ima f*ck yall up when church is over” from the choir while us kids were clowning in the back. And don’t let me get on the church gossip. Lawd them women would talk about you like a dog behind your back and grin in your face, all while adjusting the church hat.

Don’t front on the church hat. I’m going to inherit my grandmother’s collection you know. I got the ‘fits and everything ready for those hats. *lol*

Maybe other religions do it and I just wasn’t at the right church but I hold the claim that if you want a little entertainment with your religion... Become a Baptist.

Of course you get the “holy rollers, sugar don’t melt in my mouth since I’m a reformed hoe and I’m saved now” folks from all religions and while I listen politely, please don’t try to conform me. My family would have a stroke if I came home one day talking about “I’m Muslim.” And give up pork just like that?*snaps fingers* That’s my family’s food staple! F*ck you mean Tenacious don’t eat the swine?! Well, uh, pass her pork chop on this way since she doesn’t eat it any more. Have me walking around looking like a Black”er” version of Nicole Ritchie. F*ck what the b*tch thinks she is, she knows she’s Black. She needs to bring her ass back from the dark side and stop fronting. I saw the new growth in Us Weekly. Those ain’t curls, them napps!

*LMAO*

Now while I ain’t going to let you just disrespect Jesus like that, I don’t expect everyone to agree with my religion.

I could not tell this guy that.

First of all, he is a Five Percenter.
While I don’t know much at all about the religion, hell the only reason I know of it is because there was an article about it The Source when I actually used to read it. And there were a few of them who roamed my campus but I kind of shied away from them because they were like pro-pro militant. I ain’t trying to get caught up in some terrorist type sh*t. I’m already on parole for minor sexual offenses *lol*

Now to any one reading this, I am in no way trying to disrespect this religion. So please don’t send me super nasty emails or write super sarcastic remarks, although I will laugh at both. I am not trying to stereotype any Five Percenters as crazy militants. I’m sure, as with every religion, there are a few religious nuts in the bunch. Some nuttier than others. Or maybe he was just telling me what is religion fact and I just took as fiction. But nonetheless before he went into some type of rant, I was actually intrigued, so if anyone knows a little more about it please shoot me an email or something. *end of disclaimer*

But dude obviously needed to come back home. Someone from the religion reach out and lay some hands on him please. He is giving yall a really bad name. I was about to lay my hands on him and not in a good way.

We all started off normally enough. Sure he was constantly checking out his reflection in the mirror but we were having pretty good conversation. Until I made a crack about church or something. I think I was talking about the Jehovah Witnesses and how they have gotten super aggressive in Chicago. Like they don’t even care if it’s your house or not they will come up in the yard talking about Do you know Jesus is coming? They catch you on the bus stop, sliding out the alley like Dracula and sh*t shoving The Watch Tower in your hands. Seems like the bus take extra long when a Jehovah is on the bus stop with you so you don’t have a choice but to listen. What ever happened to the day when they would just knock on your door and you would have the light off like no one was home? Being silent as church mice while they were on the porch? I know Jehovah’s have been the butt of many jokes for years but I mean damn, could you at least come by at like 10 or 11am? Knocking on the door at 6 am in the hood might get your wig pushed back. Bamming on the door like they the police and sh*t knowing I lived in a paranoid ass part of town.

Why did that little crack get him going? He asked me do I believe in God and of course I said yes. Meanwhile my guy is rolling his eyes and giving me the Don’t get this nigga started look. So he began, I guess, to give me the Lecture. The “why am I pray to a white god speech. The “Jesus is imaginary and the Bible is fake” talk. And then goes into why his religion is the “pure” religion and how I am conforming to the same religion that had our people willing shackled in slavery for the white man. I guess he never heard of the countless slave rebellions and the Underground Railroad. I don’t ever remember reading any texts that stated that slaves were happy being slaves due to Christianity. Sure Christianity played a part by slave owners trying to “justify” slavery but um yeah slaves didn’t fall for that sh*t for long. And that’s part of the reason that Blacks were forbidden to be taught how to read and write but white slave-owners soon realized that Black people don’t need to learn how to read and write to sniff through some bullshit.

But that’s another story.

So I mean he held my ass captive. I realized that arguing with him would be pointless as my guy pointed out when he got up to use the washroom. He was like just be quiet, eventually he’ll outtalk himself and shut up.

But if you would have heard the way he was ranting and raving, it was like he was trying to sign folks up that day for service. And his whole point revolved around the theory that his religion was better than mine and I am dumb for following my religion and not his.

Dude I’m trying to enjoy my Chicken Caesar Salad; I am not trying to have a religious debate at a café in Georgetown. I really am not. I mean you already had the whole café gawking at us because you were just that loud and animated in your “Christians are Dumb” speech making me want to crawl under the table. Not to mention you wanted to have some words with some White dude who did not appreciate you talking about “his” God like that. See what I mean? White folks are not scared of us anymore. They were really ready to box in the café over religion. This was one time I was actually wishing (because Black folks don’t hope) we would get kicked out but I guess the staff is used to these types of debates because they did not bat an eye.

Since I did not know much about the religion and I am always willing to learn something new, I was actually interested until you began to basically bash me for my religious choice. Sure I was “told” by my family that I was Baptist, never really given to chance to explore my “own” religion, but I am content with my religion. All religions have contradictions. All have unrealistic guidelines to follow considering the type of world we live in today versus centuries ago. Sure I know the Bible was written by a man. Hell I know King James is not Jesus real name. I know scholars pick and chose what to include and what to exclude in the Bible. And I didn’t have to read The DaVinci Code to find that out, although I <3 the book. Still mad about the movie but I <3 the book. You don’t alienate your listening audience by bashing them and then expecting them to embrace your religion. Like I was going to throw 23 years of Baptism down the drain from a 30 minute rant. Hell did he not know I still have a few more years left in that Baptism before I have to get re-baptized to counter those sins? I just can’t get on God’s bad side just yet.

But he did eventually wear himself out talking as he could see that I was not impressed. I wanted to throw my salad at him and bounce but I was in a good mood plus I was too amused. Fuming on the inside but amused. I was told I’m going to wake up one of these days.

Then he promptly asked me for my number so we can get to know each other.

I told him as a stupid Christian, I can’t do that. I only stick to my kind and surely you are too intelligent for the likes of this poor Christian who enjoys praising some imaginary White guy with long hair although all the Christ figures in my home were Black.

Of course my guy started snickering and laughing. Dude just pouted and was ready for the check.

I told my guy if his frat brother ever popped up for one of our customary Happy Hours, I will have to cut him.

Then went home to dig the Bible out from under the couch with the f*cked up leg.

Surely the Bible deserves better treatment than that. I’ll just stick that Tyler Perry book under there instead.

They've Gone And Got Me Started....

Why did I start off Sunday by getting into it with my manager? Now me and this manager started off real cool but as the months went on, he began to change. I guess that whole “Charles in Charge” power thing has been really going to his head.

I don’t know it is about my personality or just how my home environment was but I just refuse to take sh*t from anyone. You know how it is supposed to be a time when you shut the hell up and a time when you speak up? I lack the first. It was many of times when my lips were looking like Angelina Jolie’s because I was constantly getting slapped in the mouth for “sassing” my mother. It’s like I always have to counter with a rebuttal. I actually should be missing teeth f*cking around with my mother but luckily her dental plan at work doesn’t pay out all that well.

But my mother always instilled in me not to take “sh*t from anyone”. I guess that’s always why I’m Captain Save A _____ because I am quick to jump to people’s defense. Ok not just everyone but folks who I feel are being picked on or are too “weak” to defend themselves. For example, ICE had a dumb ass boyfriend who I just could not stand. Every day I wished (because Black People don’t hope) he would just fall in the gutter somewhere. Every day I was disappointed. Thankfully she work up one day but before he used to treat her like crap. Talk down to her, was really dude, and always tried to “play” her in front of friends. Now if she was like my other girls, well actually if she was dude would have been gotten that ass beat but she is the nicest out of our little crew. Really quiet (not “Tenacious” idea of quiet but really quiet), sweet, smart, funny, and meek. Some times we forgot she was in the room that’s how quiet she was. But we love her anyway because she’s the ying to our yang. Our negotiator. Who do you think calmed me down when I smacked ol’ girl in the cafeteria for disrespecting my boyfriend? Who walked me to that first anger management class? And who was the first to come pick me up when “my destructive presence” was no longer needed? How the hell was I suppose to know note taking was not allowed?

But you get the point. Really sweet. And although I told her to wake up and smell the old pizza boxes littered in our dorm room, she loved him. So as a friend I can only sit by and grumble quietly. If you like him, I love him. But you know I was just waiting. I guess he started feeling himself one day and he said something really nasty and she started crying. Normally when he goes on his little roasting spree, I would just sit there and when I felt he was getting to greasy with the mouth, I would step in and speak for her defense, basically roasting his ass into submission. But you do not make my friends cry. I don’t care what the issue was but if any of my friends calls me crying, my shoes and Vase-Line (as we call it) are already on and ready. And you do not make ICE cry. Let’s just say campus police was called and they broke up two days later because he couldn’t deal with my crazy ass.

But that’s how I am. One day this might get me seriously hurt or killed but until then, I am “The Enforcer”. That friend you hate to see coming because you know it’s going to be some sh*t. Now granted I listen to both sides of the story and if my friend is in the wrong, she’s in the wrong. I don’t jump on the “Well that’s my friend so they’re always right regardless of what they do” bandwagon. Wrong is wrong. I understand, but I don’t understand, how some people will defend folks knowing they’re wrong as hell. For me, if you are wrong, I would let you know you’re wrong.

If I just don’t like the other person on the other hand…Sometimes I need an excuse to curse your ass out.

But I realize this attitude is really bad for the professional work environment. I really do. I realize that by stubbornly refusing to back down will eventually hurt my professional career. I really do. My refusal to submit to my superiors have earned me the title of the “Ball Breaking B*tch” in my department. In fact, I was told via work sources that I am being “watched” by the RM and GM of the hotel. Being “watched” for what was unclear but I was warned that I am being “watched”. Before the prick of a manager whom I’ve had quite a few words with (I’m not on the racist, condescending “word play” he loved to do until I reminded him that I do have a four year degree…in English), he told me I was not “management material” because I have an “explosive attitude” and “stubborn views” *lol*

But Tenacious is not an ass kisser. I have yet to pucker my lips and place them on anyone’s ass. Who the hell know what lips have been on them before mine? I don’t brownnose. I’m not a suck up. Only people I suck up to are my parents. And that’s when I want to coerce some money out of them. While I hold my tongue a lot a work (they have not seen nasty), I have told them that I have been this way for 23 years now and if my mother have not managed to beat the way I am (and trust she beats ass) out of me, then I am unable to change. Besides I refuse to change who I am for a job. While it’s a fun job and most of the time I like it, I do not love it.

While change is good and over the years I have changed my personality, I personally think my personality sets me apart from everyone else. While I am not unique in my personality by any means, my personality says a lot about who I am. And I don’t think any career, whether I like it or not, will change that. I keep a lot of it under wraps at work just for the sake of HR but at the same time I will not just stand there and let someone yell at me like a child and I just quietly listen. If I am in the wrong, I am in the wrong of course. Sure I will try to argue my point but it’s like a half assed argument because even I know deep down I am wrong. But if I feel I am in the right, I will say so. I just can’t stand there and listen, fuming, just to talk sh*t about you when you walk off. Even when I try to just shut up and listen my mouth starts moving anyway. I think that hand, eye, mouth coordination has been damaged by too many Bacardi shots or something.

It started over something simple and just blew up over nothing. Like I mention seven scrolling up ago *lol* this manager and I was tight when he first started working there. We would shoot the breeze, talk smack to one another, and just joke around. Until he started feeling himself lately. Since the old manager has been promoted and the new manager is still in training, he’s basically in charge. He’s going to be in charge for a while because the new manager is coming from a different department and from what I have heard it’s going to take at least a year to get the hang of the job. So most of the responsibility is going to fall on the other managers’ hands.

Now he has been on the receiving end of my tongue a few times, more so lately because like I said he has really been feeling himself. He tries to crack little smart ass remarks and like the self professed asshole that I am, I have to respond with a cute little rebuttal.

I mean I am not mad really at his Napoleon complex because I, too, am a 23 year old sufferer of it. I just don’t like his phony attitude. It’s like he try to suck you in by being so cool but the next day he want to call you in the office and write you up for the same stuff you’ve said in confidence. Sure it’s his job but it’s like he’s trying to build dirt on you. I won’t even get on his blatant favoritism with one of the girls at work who is a “passer”. If you don’t know what a “passer” is, pick up a few books. This girl is in a serious denial stage too. I don’t like her either but that’s another posting.

And then he thinks he can talk to anyone anyway he feels. He can get really greasy with his lips when he wants to. I guess he forgets sometimes that he is not Black and he better stay in a White Boy’s place. Be coming at you super gangster like his name is O-Dogg or something.

He wanted to yell at my girls and I because we did not practice the 15/5 rule and he feels like we have been playing around all day and he’s trying to do something on the computer and why are people approaching his consel when it’s three of us at the desk.

Granted he had a point, I never practice the dopey rule because I think it’s stupid. True I won’t notice a guest until they’re all up on me sometimes but it’s usually because, I too, am doing something at the computer and my head is down. Besides folks like to come from all angles, walk pass the desk then do a U-turn, and sometimes they are so far away from the desk, you would not think they were checking in/out. You would assume they’re waiting for someone they way they are standing. So he did have a point. But then he pissed me off by still yelling talking about they were standing there for 30 seconds while we were talking some “ghetto” mess.

Now why did he say that? We weren’t talking ghetto mess. We were having flat out general conversation. And I saw the couple before they walked up and before I could open my mouth, they went to his computer. Besides they saw three Black women and a White man. They were White. Who do you think they wanted to go to? People do that all the time. They would refuse to let one of “us” serve them and go to the White person for help like we don’t know what the hell we’re doing or like we’re going to steal their credit card or something. I have seen the subtle racism. I have heard the little comments that they have said. I have had people who have stood in one of the white person’s line and refuse to step over to my line (which is empty) so they can get checked in or out. So when I saw the couple approaching from my left and they walked straight past my computer to get in his line, I already knew what they were on. And since he was doing something, I tried to call them to my computer (one step over from his by the way) and they flat out said “No”. So I was like two tears in a bucket f*ck it. I ain’t going beg someone to let me assist them.

But when he said that, I just snapped. Oh we went back and forth for about 15 minutes about the rights and wrongs. What he saw versus what I saw. How he had been pissing me off all day doing that but I didn’t say anything. How basically you’re calling me a lazy ghetto b*tch right? Oh and he must have been feeling the Black side because he was just still talking back. Finally, I just had to just yank the wig off and get Chi-Town gutter and ask him who the f*ck did he think he was talking to? If you don’t want attitude don’t dish the sh*t out. And don’t ever talk to me like that again. The argument is over. Dead. Stop bringing the sh*t up because neither one of us is backing down. I said it was over. So get the f*ck away from me before I hurt your feelings.

^^^Ok I was greasier than this but you get the point.

My girls were stunned. Of course they were cracking up the whole time but they were like everyone in the lobby heard the confrontation and I “handed his ass to him on a platter well done. And I passed it around for anyone who wanted some”. But he had pissed me off. I thought he had learned from the argument from two weeks ago but apparently White People are becoming immune to Black Folks attitude. Trying to get gully like they ain’t scared of us or something. F*ck they think this is?

So he avoided me the rest of the shift but apparently was talking “I lost the argument but Ima talk about what I should have said but didn’t” mess in the back. He’s lucky I didn’t catch any of it because I would surely be informing you guys that I am on the grind for a job.

Also apparently according to work gossip, I have all the managers “spooked”. Hilarious considering you muthaf*ckers have the ability to hire and fire. And you’re scared of me? Little old me? I come to most of their shoulders, if that, but you quiver at the sound of my name? *lol* That makes me feel good. The fact that I am still striking fear in people’s heart have let me know that I have not lost my “touch” *lol* Why can’t they just leave me alone? Let me do my work and go home? Stop putting me at the front desk if you don’t like my attitude. I’m sorry if we don’t have a computer system where I can just type without looking down (which I can do). F*ck around and crash the system if I press the wrong button. Can I help the racist assholes who think I am not capable of doing the job that I’m hired for? Like I’m a criminal who decided to dress up just to steal your identity. Like I’m going to come in early as hell, scare workers with my new growth to silence them, and then patiently wait six hours until you check out so I can get my hands on your credit card. Yeah I’m going to do all that when it’s so much simpler to catch you in the parking garage, beat the sh*t out of you, and take the credit card out of your purse. *shrugs* But at least he knows not to come at me wrong. And as a White person, I better never hear the word “ghetto” fall out your mouth. One, you don’t know what the hell ghetto is. Two, you don’t even use it properly when trying to attempt to use slang. White people should know by now when parents and White folks start using “our” slang word, we change the meaning or just stop using it all together. When’s the last time you hear a Black person say “Bling”? Yeah my point exactly. And third, ghetto is a place not a state of mind.

Why, oh, why are people continuing to test Tenacious’ gangster?

*WOO—SAH*

Yet Another Saturday....

Yet another Saturday and I am in the house just chilling. Just came from grocery shopping. It’s a damn shame when your fridge only has just an old pudding cup, a cucumber that has turned into a pickle *that’s how long that bad boy has been in there, Hell I forgot I had even bought a cucumber*, and some butter.

Blame my boyfriend’s and I humongous appetite. I remember an argument we had about a McChicken sandwich. Yeah we’re probably the only couple who are ready to thump over a bag of M&Ms.

DRAMA has been blowing up my phone begging me to get involved in her latest scuffle. While it is amusing because it has gone to the “Ima drive by this b*tch house just to let her know I know where she live when it should be obvious because uh duh yall were once cool” point and it has been a few eggs tossed on someone’s car, I refuse to get involve in this. If the penis is like that, once again I think I’ll pass.

^^Why do people go crazy over some d*ck or p*ssy anyway? I mean damn it is really that serious? Is that person laying it down like that? And why isn’t this person sharing some secrets with folks who obviously need it? I mean I’ve had some good ones in my day, that “got my knees shaking just from thinking about how he gave my ass last night, p*ssy throbbing and humming just from his voice alone, severe “withdrawal” symptoms” d*ck but damn I never took it to the level DRAMA and some people I know have taken it. One of my guys ex girlfriend sliced him with a razor and broke in his crib and bleached all his clothes just because he stopped messing around with her. And the fact that he was sleeping with her best friend. And cousin.

*lol*

He was passing it out like it was candy wasn’t he? Something about seeing old pictures of us in the bath tub as kids ruined any sexual images I would have had of him. Besides he’s too short for me.

My best friend and I were on the phone reminiscing about our high school friends and what’s probably going on with them now. According to us we had the flyest crew in high school. We were probably the lamest *lol* Although it was a core of nine of us, FH, TWIN and I were tightest. Still are. For the record, TWIN doesn’t have a twin. We just have the same first name. And we favor one another. Go figure.

We went to a ghetto ass high school so every day it was something. Fights, possible shootings, drug transactions, and sexual escapades all before first period. Although I skipped a lot of classes, hardly did any work, and did not bring homework home after freshman year (I did it during lunch so I wouldn’t have to bring any books home. Lame but not lame at the same time. It was either do that, fight, or play dominos during the lunch periods. I got kicked off the Bones tables eventually for flipping that b*tch over. Muthaf*cker tried to cheat and sh*t and I just wasn’t going!) but I managed to graduate 1st in my senior class of 132. We started off with over 400 incoming freshman. You do the math.

It seems like it my high school there were the female cliques that don’t make it into any Hollywood movies. We had the hoes, the gold-diggers, dykes, and nerds.

Hoes were self explanatory. They were the bust downs of the school. Sucking d*ck (when you were treated like the plague for admitting to doing it), having sex with lots of dudes (In Chicago, it is easy for one’s rep to spread from school to school. You always knew somebody that knew somebody that went another school who claimed to have “hit”). Not the prettiest chick but all you had to do was spit a little game in their ear and they was ready. These were usually the girls who had 4 kids by the time they graduated.

Gold-Diggers were the “fly” girls in the school. Fresh kicks, latest outfits and always had the “herr” and nails did. Usually messed around with one of the local drug dealers in their neighborhood who kept them laced. Could be a hoe…But for the right price. Superficial and for the most part did not have much going on upstairs. Some ended up getting popped off with a shorty but you know lil’ Ray Ray rocked the finest of Jordans and little Davoucci jackets. Never mind he was 3 and still in diapers, Baby and Baby Mama are riding clean. Granted not all of the school gold-diggers were like this. Some went to college and graduated into a “Campus Fashionista”. Some did a complete 360 and got themselves together. But for the most part, gold diggers were up-graded hoes. To get with them you had to break off major bread.

Dykes-self explanatory. They infiltrated all the groups by senior year. We had the bull daggers as well as the femme running up all through the school. I steered clear of this group. They could be, um, very aggressive with their pursuing.

Nerds were not the flyest girls in the school. They rocked nice outfits but it did not become a part of them. Basic hairstyles ruled this group, meaning a lot of non-gel and weave products. In my high school, nerds were the ones who were going to be something. Smart, not all “loose” with it, and for the most part goofy as hell. Lots of inside jokes that of course flew over many heads as a lot of kids were not the brightest light bulb in the pack. This was actually the most hated group. I guess not being a Baby Mama and actually wanting to continue your education after high school was a bad thing. Folks thought that you thought that you were “better” than them or something *lol*

I was part of the unofficial Nerds. Hell I was the President after folks found out I ranked #1 all four years of high school in our class. Sure a few of the gold diggers wanted to claim the title but that involved actually opening a book. And trust they did not want to mess up their nails doing so. Not that it was hard being #1 considering the competition in my high school which was slim to none. It’s funny because all of my friends were in the top 10. I was one, TIFF was two, ICE (my college roomie) and FH tied at three, and TWIN was nine. And the obligatory “smart” dudes in the class. I think it was three. A school record.

Hell my school helped build up my school cred. You had to have a backbone to survive in my school. Folks generally weren’t on that but you had a few so-called bullies lurking in the corner.

But high school was fun. It was like any other high school only 10X more ghetto. Like Prom. Everyone got their dresses made. Period. That was an unspoken rule in my high school. No one would be caught dead wearing a store bought dress. And of course, getting your dress made left the door open for all types of ghetto concoctions. Just look at some of those Ghetto Prom pictures that are being forwarded around. That’s some sh*t folks would wear in my high school. Either that or have a dress a star worn recreated only ghetto-fied. J-Lo’s green dress was popular when I graduated. I wanted a Toni Braxton dress but my moms deaded that real quickly. She was so not on that with me.

Then we busted out the infamous yearbook *via phone* and roasted on folks in the yearbook. Guessing who’s knocked or working on their 10th kid, relying passed down gossip about folks we went to school with, playing the “What ever happened to..,” Game, and laughing at 97-2001 Chicago Fashion. I swear if I get famous, I’m burning every single yearbook I can find. I looked super young in all my pictures and sophomore year yearbook pictures were taken on 70’s Day *It was Homecoming Week* and I have two big ass afro puffs in my hair. Oooh and I won’t even get on Bum Day when I wore the clothes to school and a bus driver refused to let me get on the bus.

For a “Nerd”, I did so much sh*t in high school it wasn’t funny. And got into so much sh*t. I’m still banned from certain parts of Chicago. If you’re a regular reader then you know I have done some crazy sh*t. Just think me from 14-18. Only more. This is before I got my life together *lol* I was bolder, hot tempered, and less care back then. Well I was a prude in high school (I guess college turned my ass out) and ok ok I did acquired a few stalkers. Only one is still lurking in the pissy alley.

This is when I had hopes, dreams, and ambitions twinkling in my eye. *lol T.CAS I managed to use it somehow* Now I’m just a semi-old jaded b*tch with the “Look” in her eyes. I thought I could do anything in high school. Like graduate from college in 3 years, med school in 3 ½ and just Crip walk my way through residency. *lol* I was smoking that Cheech and Chong obviously.

It’s funny how high school memories, unless it was a bad experience for you, cheers me up. Just thinking of some of the f*cked up hairstyles alone made me bust a gut laughing. Like how we would wear the “fan” ponytail with the bangs gelled down on our foreheads. No wonder our asses had acne and sh*t. Ooh and when we would sculpt the sideburns and you still have a little bit of the brown gel on the side of your face. First Down coats, Avirex and Davoucci leather jackets, Coogi, Iceberg, FUBU, black Guess jeans *don’t ask*, When fingerwaves, French rolls, Water falls and Cluster ponytails were the “thing”, Blue Jean ‘fits, Overalls, when girls used to dress like Aaliyah, when everyone had a “Bone” chain and an initial ring *lol*, when Jordans used to come out every week and folks would get to Footlockers at 6 am to be the first to cop. Hell when Jordans were hot period!

When you sit at the lunch table with your friends and brag about your little boyfriend/girlfriend knowing you ain’t do nothing but dry hump and guys if you were lucky you got a “finger”. I remember I would tell my mother I was going to the library and would sneak about go over JDUBB house. If I had known he was that crazy, I woulda studied. Holding hands walking to the bus stop and making sure he/she got on the bus *lol*, staying on the phone for hours not talking about nothing and doing the “you hang up, no you hang up, ok we’ll do it together” lines *lol don’t act like you don’t know*

Dubbing songs off the radio so you and your friends can listen to it later. Hell everyone recorded the 20 second and extended work-out on WGCI in Chicago. But you had to cut it off before the DJs came back on and ruined the mix. Mike Love and The Diz *lol* And then try to call on your birthday to do the “Who’s Dat On The Birthday Line” or “All Eyez On Me” (Chicagoans you know what I’m talking about). And don’t let me get on the Party Line *lol* It’s where I learned the sheer comedy of user names like Smack-A-Hoe. For folks who don’t know the Party Line was basically one of those 800 chat line things. But it was free and geared toward teens. I think I always called the one named The Raven. Me and my girls would call each other on three way and just clown on the Party Line. You could create a voicemail box and folks could leave you messages. We always got quite a few in ours. We used our future “skrippers” name. I was Hot Chocolate of course *lol* I think we had some DJ Chip on our voicemail *lol* House Music was sooo big back then. You would go to EverBlack every Saturday to cop the new tape by DJ Chip, Apollo and any other DJ who made raw mix tapes. They were brightly colored and kinda bootleg but hey this is before burned CDs and what not. You had a walkman not an IPOD. *lol* Killing part that this was less than 10 years ago for me. High school was 1997-2001 for me to anyone who’s doing the math.

When hanging out at the mall all day Saturday was the “thing”. When you went to the show to see a new release and that was like a party. I got kicked out quite a few movie theaters thanks to JDUBB and MD (my male best friend who I <3 like a brother). And when it was warm everyone went to the Lake and kicked it. Good old Rainbow Beach *lol*

Ahhh those were the days *singing All In The Family’s Theme Song* Don’t front on All In the Family, that sh*t was funny as hell. I <3 Edith’s dinky ass.

What are some of your high school memories? Any bad ones?

Tagged Part Three....

Ok I have fulfilled my daily obligation of replying to tags *lol* Now Back To My Regularly Schedule Posting...

1.WOULD YOU GET BACK WITH YOUR EX IF YOU COULD? Hell No. I don’t re-date exes

2. WHAT KIND OF SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING? My “laundry day” tee

3. HAVE YOU MADE OUT WITH ANYONE ON YOUR BLOG ROLL*? No

4. DO YOU HAVE "A THING" FOR ANYONE ON YOUR BLOG ROLL? LOL Nope sorry

5. HOW MANY PEOPLE ON YOUR BLOG ROLL DO YOU KNOW/HAVE YOU MET IN REAL LIFE? None..I’m with Honey…Us DC/VA/MD ones should hang out

6. HAVE YOU EVER PLAYED ANY SPORTS? Track in H.S. and Bowling

7. HOW MANY KIDS DO YOU WANT TO HAVE? *lol* ONE...

8. DO YOU HAVE A GOOD RELATIONSHIP WITH BOTH YOUR PARENTS? My mother yes, father no

9. DO YOU MAKE OVER 40K A YEAR? Over? *lol* I wish…

10. WHAT NAME WOULD YOU WANT TO HAVE BESIDES THE ONE YOU HAVE? When I was younger I wanted to have the name Cynthia for some reason…

11. WOULD YOU EVER MAKE OUT WITH SOMEONE OF THE SAME SEX? Umm no...P*ssy don’t turn me on…A female can't do nothing for me but bake a cake and I don't eat everyone's cooking!

12. WHAT IS YOUR MOTHER'S NAME? Sheila

13. WHAT DID YOU DO FOR YOUR LAST BDAY? Check the blog.

14. WHAT'S YOUR MAIN RINGTONE ON YOUR PHONE? *lol* The standard. I am too damn cheap to buy Verizon Wireless ring tones

15. WHAT TIME DID YOU WAKE UP? I am usually up at 5:30am

16.WHAT WERE YOU DOING AT MIDNIGHT TWO NIGHTS AGO? I don’t know what I did yesterday let alone two days ago…but at midnight I was probably being naughty ;-)

17. HOW MANY EX'S ARE ON YOUR BLOG ROLL LIST? None! Thank the lawd!

18. DO YOU LIKE HAVING YER HAIR PULLED? And f*ck up my wrap? Hell naw!

19. NAME SOMETHING YOU CAN'T WAIT TO DO? Buy a home

20. LAST TIME YOU SAW YOUR MOM? When I went home on the 18th

21. DO YOU GET ALONG WITH YOUR SIBLINGS? Sometimes. I think my brother can apply himself more and stop being a f*cking leech and bum but he’s my brother and I love him.

22. WHAT IS ONE THING YOU WISH YOU COULD CHANGE ABOUT YOURSELF? I need to stop being so damn mean

23. IF YOU HAD $250,000...HOW WOULD YOU SPEND IT? Give up my 10%, pay my bills, and invest

24. Which bloggers on your blogroll would you hang out with? Honey name the time and place…Umm all of them basically.

25. HAVE YOU EVER READ THE BLOGGER NEWS PAGE? What’s that *lol*

26. LAST PERSON YOU CALLED? DRAMA, FH, and my grandmother

27. LAST THING YOU ATE? Grilled Cheese

28. WHATS YOUR FAVORITE MONTH? The Month of May

29. YOUR LEAST FAVORITE MONTH? The cold months *lol*

30. WHAT'S THE LAST PIECE OF CLOTHING YOU BORROWED FROM ANY ONE?? A pair of shoes

31. WHO IS GETTING ON YOUR NERVES RIGHT NOW? No one. I’m in the house with the attack cat

32. MOST VISITED WEBPAGE? Check my daily riots

33. LAST PERSON YOU TEXT MESSAGED? My male best friend

34. LAST PERSON THAT MADE YOU SAD? My grandmother (unintentionally) I just get homesick sometimes

35. WOULD YOU TAKE A BULLET FOR YOUR BEST FRIEND? *lol* her ass better duck when I duck. I’ll let the bullet graze me but actually hit me? Ummm I gotta think about it *lol* Hell let me call her and see what she would do….*lol*

36. FAVORITE TYPE OF DRINK? Besides the alcoholic ones, I love Pepsi

37. FAVORITE FOOD? *lol* Anything that doesn’t stink or look funny

38. FAVORITE PIE? Mmmm pie….Sweet Potato

39. HAVE YOU BEEN TO EUROPE? No but I want to

40. IF SOMEONE YOU HATED DIED, WHAT WOULD YOU DO? Dance on their grave depending on how much I hated them. I actually only hate three people with a severity that I would laugh out loud at his and her funerals. Nah I ain’t that cold hearted…I would do nothing. They’ve been written out the book so it’s like they never existed to me.

41. DO YOU OWN A DIGITAL CAMERA? Yes….I am a camera whore

42. ARE YOU IN LOVE? I <3 the boyfriend

Tagged Part Two (Edited)

Here's another tag. Enjoy!

Honey L., I mixed yours and T.Cas together. They looked identical. Let me know if I missed any.

Rules of this Meme: 1. You can only say YES or NO. 2. You are NOT ALLOWED to explain ANYTHING unless someone sends you messages/comments and asks!

Questions:
1. Taken a picture naked? no
2. Painted your room? yes
3. Made out with a member of the same sex? no
4. Drove a car? yes
5. Danced in front of your mirror? yes
6. Have a crush? Yes
7. Been dumped? yes
8. Stole money from friend? no
9. Gotten in a car with people you just met? yes
10. Been in a fist fight? yes
11. Snuck out of your house? yes
12. Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back? yes
13. Been arrested? yes
14. Made out with a stranger? yes See what had happened was...*lol* It was a guy that I met at a party pre-boyfriend of course ;-). We kinda clicked and just slobbed each other down on the dancefloor. Alcohol and hormones were a major factor but that's it. He did not get the nookie although I would have handed it to him three times if he had asked. That's it. Nothing graphic. But he was a damn good kisser.
15. Met up with a member of the opposite sex somewhere? yes
16. Left your house with out telling your parents? yes
17. Had a crush on your neighbor? yes
18. Ditched work to do something more fun? yes
19. Slept in a bed with a member of the same sex? yes
20. Seen someone die? No
21. Been on a plane? yes
22. Kissed a picture? yes I kiss my baby picture daily. I secretly kiss an old picture of me and my boyfriend that's in my wallet for luck.
23. Slept in until 3PM? yes
24. Love someone or miss someone right now? yes
25. Laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by? yes
26. Made a snow angel? yes
27. Played dress up? yes
28. Cheated while playing a game? yes
29. Been lonely? yes
30. Fallen asleep at work/school? yes
31. Been to a club? yes
32. Felt an earthquake? no
33. Touched a snake? yes
34. Ran a red light? yes
35. Been suspended from school? yes
36. Been late to work everyday for a month? No
37. Been in a car accident? yes
38. Hated the way you look? yes
39. Witnessed a crime? yes
40. Pole danced? yes
41. Been lost? yes
42. Been to the opposite side of the country? yes
43. Felt like dying? no
44. Cried yourself to sleep? Yes
45. Sang karaoke? yes
46. Done something you told yourself you wouldn't? yes
47. Laughed till some kind of beverage came out of your nose? no
48. Caught a snowflake on your tongue? yes
49. Kissed in the rain? yes
50. Sing in the shower? Yes
51. Made love in a park? yes
52. Had a dream that you married someone? yes
53. Glued your hand to something? no
54. Got your tongue stuck to a flag pole? no
55. Ever gone to school partially naked? yes I ripped my favorite pair of jeans at the seat and didn't know it and walked around campus half the day with my cheeks (I smarly decided thongs were the underwear of the week) hanging out for the world to see. It was finally pointed out by the not so subtle bus driver who was like, Do you know your pants are ripped and I can see your blue thong? I was so embarrased but not as embarrased as being pointed out as the "ain't that the girl whose ass was out on Tuesday"
56. Been a cheerleader? no
57. Sat on a roof top? yes
58. Didn't take a shower for a week? no
59. Ever too scared to watch scary movies alone? Yes
60. Played chicken? yes
61. Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? no
62. Been told you're hot by a complete stranger? yes
63. Broken a bone? yes
64. Been easily amused? yes
65. Laugh so hard you cried? yes
66. Mooned/flashed someone? yes See number 55. I am also the Lasy of "Butt Crack" exposure, and my friends and I would flash folks during the Mardi Gras celebration at U of I. I've unintentionally mooned folks when I have tucked the back of my skirt in my drawls. Oh and the time I flashed my boyfriend's friend on accident. Yeah I turned red that day as well. I thought my boyfriend was alone in the living room and when I got out the shower, I ran in the living room and opened my towel. Looked over and his guy was on the couch. I shrieked and ran into the room. I refused to come out until he left. Boy was my face red
67. Cheated on a test? yes
68. Forgotten someone's name? yes
69. Slept naked? yes
70. Gone skinny dipping in a pool? no
71. Blacked out from drinking? yes Does 1/2 of my freshman year in college count? *lol* Umm I remember sophomore year I got so drunk at homecoming that I passed out and did not wake up until 3 pm the next day. I think it was 7 double shots of Bacardi Superior, some Henn, and a couple of cups of "Kappa Punch". I remember drunkenly doing the Juke Slide and I woke up hair all over my head, garbage can by the bed, and no noise. And that's one time of four black outs
72. Played a prank on someone? yes
73. Gone to a late night movie? yes
74. Made love to anything not human? no
75. Failed a class? yes
76. Choked on something you're not supposed to eat? yes
77. Played an instrument for more than 10 hours? no
78. Cheated on a girl/boyfriend? yes
79. Do you celebrate the 4th of July? yes
80. Thrown strange objects? yes
81. Felt like killing someone? yes
82. Thought about running away? no
83. Ran away? no
84. Did drugs? Yes
85. Had detention and not attend it? yes
86. Made a parent cry? No
87. Cried over someone? yes
88. Owned more than 5 sharpies? no
89. Dated someone more than once? no
90. Have a dog? no
91. Own an instrument? Yes :-)
92. Been in a rap or singing group? yes
93. Drank 10 sodas in a day? no
94. Broken a cd? yes
95. Shot a gun? No
96. Had sex with more than one person in a week’s time? Yes See this one time at band camp...*lol* Ok no, I slept with a guy that was my current "d*ck piece" at the time but he had pissed me off so I acquired another "d*ck piece" the next day. And before the boyfriend and I got serious from time to time I would dip and mess around with SIGMA.
97. Laughed so hard you farted? Yes
98. Been a bully? Yes

Tagged....

I actually don't mind doing these *lol* But that doesn't mean send me hella ones! Enjoy!

1. If you could be doing what you really want to be doing for a living, what would it be? An author. I love to write.

2. If you could slap the shit out of any famous person, alive or dead, who would it be? Just one? Michael Jackson is coming to mind right about now…

3. What's the dumbest decision you've made in the past 5 years? Changing my major. I started off as a Pre-Med major, flunked one class and just gave up. Turns out a lot of the classes are not bad and had I not drank and partied my freshman year, my grades would have been much better. And I am not even the “giving up” type!

4. Give up one for a year: (good) sex or (good) music. Is this really a valid question? As a self professed addict, I can’t step away from the penis for a week let alone a year!

5. Dudes, would you rather have a big dick or a great sense of humor?Ladies, nice tits & azz or common sense? Well since I just know the B Cup is going to make a comeback any day now and I have enough junk in my junk, I’ll take common sense. Everyone needs a lil common sense in their life.

6. So you've been invited to an all expense paid Blogger Prom in The Bahamas. You're sitting at the bar on the beach. Which blogger do you want to join you for hours of good convo? Damn T.CAS, I’m only good for the IM? Damn I wanna go to the Bahamas too *lol* See I’ll take You, Honey L., The L…Ooh and maybe BrothaCode, Leon, and Liquor just for kicks…Yall just seem funny as hell. I need some one to roast with….

7. Which blogger would you most like to cuddle with on the beach? (and don't defer to your current signif other either. Infidelity won't count against you. Duh.) Uh..I plead th fiz-ith….

8. You're going on a 5 hour road trip...which 5 CDs do you bring?
1. Justified-Justin Timberlake (Shut Up! I <3 this CD *lolol*)
2. Ready To Die-Biggie
3. A House Music Cd from Chicago—Gotta get my juke on you know…
4. Tyrese 1st cd
5. Sisqo *lolol*
^^Actually I don’t know. I just flip the stations and find the “Black” stations in each city…

9. Would you rather bury your children young or have your children bury you young? My children bury me. I don’t want to outlive my children. This question is a little morbid dontcha think?

10. What's your biggest insecurity? I don’t like speaking in public. I, the sh*t-talker, has severe stage fright.

11.What's the first blog you read every day...or however often you read them? It varies day to day but I check them enough to be obsessive

12. When's the last time you peed your pants? Ewww much? Umm let’s see a few times as a shorty and umm I think once sophmore year, I was laughing so hard a little slipped out…

13. Which was better, your first kiss or your first pay check? The first paycheck. The first kiss was a sloppy mess. Dude slobbed all over my chin and nose. Eww

14. Do you have kids? Want kids? No and Yes (although sometimes know). But when I do I plan on adopting the finest..*lol*

15. You get dropped off at home after the office holiday party by your bitch azz boss that you can't effing stand...you exit the car and he peels out, runs a red light at your corner and rolls up an unsuspecting midget. The next day the midget watch groups are on TV outraged at the heartless hit and run, and are calling for any witnesses to please come fwd...that half dead midget has a family at home waiting on C-mas presents. Would you take $1000 hush money? $500? $100? A six pack? Ummm what kinda crazy question is this? *lol* This is like my overactive imagination going wild…For that amount of “hush money” hell naw…I’m tricking! WTF a $1000 going to get me these days? That’s not 1% of my student loan repayment!

16. Live the rest of your life without your eyebrows or your fingernails? No eyebrows definitely. I can draw on eyebrows but can you draw on fingernails? Ok well the creative ones could but I'm not walking around with my fingernails looking like I was trying to draw them on with a Sharpie...While drunk

17. What makes you angry? Ooooh…that’s too much. That’ll just have to be a posting. The jest of it is liars, phonies, f*cking with my money and food, and folks who run on CP time!

18. What makes you horny? Lol @ T. Cas! Ok food commericals sometimes get my nipples hard, ooh and don’t let a cute guy flash me an even teeth white smile, oh yeah and have a nice little hard body to go with it….Ummm yeah Ima just about say almost anything can turn Tenacious mind a little dirty

19. What makes you nervous? Cops, when I slip up and then I gotta wait and see if my friend is going to make an appearance that month, 800 numbers, a black person running from something, and when the doctor gotta refer to the “book” when u tell them ur symptoms…*lol*

20. What makes you smile? Everything. I am a cheesy person. Plus I am so silly.