IDIOTS OF THE WEEK

I've been wanting to start and idiot of the week blog. I encounter so many Idiots on a daily basis, be it driving, watching the news, or/and WORK. I'm going to test out the response here and see what happens. On with the point

THE IDIOTS OF THE WEEK ARE

THESE BITCHES I WORK WITH

Lets call this person Amy. Oh and I pray am reads this just to let her know she is not fooling nobody, but herself. So, this new chick joins our company after they make this place so undesirable the other lady quits. I mean that was the new boss's(lets call her OGM for Old Googley Moogley) plan all along. She wanted to get this poor (although quite stupid, but so is she) Lady outta her so she could hire her friend. Before this lady quit she hips me to the game my new overtly friendly boss was up to. OGM likes to smile in your face and talk shit behind your back to the VP. The sad part is all she does is talk shit about the VP. I bet she doesn't mention that when she is in there kissing his ass. Anyway, the OGM slipped up by talking shit about the chick that quit to a lady that works at company we use. Unknown to her (and still is) the lady she was talking shit to was, the lady that quit, really good friend. So the whole time she was talking shit to her,the women went back at told the other lady. Just a little side info of how stupid and sneaky these ppl are. The funniest part is I knew this shit was happening all along and I could have very well told OGM or the other annoy bitch that quit, but I had a feeling they both were fraud and It was entertaining (yes I know I am EVIL MAHAHAHAHA). So back to Amy the Idiot. Amy comes to work for us. Things get better and she is doing an ok job besides asking me a million fucking questions all day. This I don't mind much b/c everyone has to learn new shit at some point and I was in her position a few months ago, learning our system. The problem is she is just too clueless about normal shit ppl should know. As a matter of fact most of her questions where computer questions in general. Like she was sending emails to our customers in all CAPS. I told her in computer speak that is yelling and it looks lazy and unprofessional. She replies with " Oh, I didn't know that." Great, now you know and you should stop. Tell me why this heffa is stills ending emails the same way. Some Idiots never learn. She also has this habit of calling me when she doesn't know how to spell a word like "Office," I kid you not. She asked me how to spell that. Now every time I advise her all the computers in the office have spell check and the internet. I'm assuming she doesn't understand what that means b/c the bitch keeps calling me. So like 2-3 weeks after she is with us, I come into the office and she starts telling me how she needs to train me for when she is gone. I'm like "Where are you going?" She proceeds to tell me this long ass story about how she JUST found out she was 6 month pregnant. Now I know its possible for you not to know you are pregnant, so at first I believed her. Let me stop lying I knew the bitch was lying from the beginning. They knew (her and OGM) if she didn't get in right then they were going to find someone else to hire. SO, they let her FAT ASS come here knowing she was pregnant all along. Then this heffa has the nerve to say "I don't look pregnant do I?" I say NO, but I'm thinking hell fuck yeah you do, I just thought you were extra fat and did not want to be rude. So, now all of a sudden after this bitch has been looking fat this whole time, no she looks pregnant, which leads me to believe she was trying to hide the shit. Then she comes back the next week w/ this whole "The doctor says I can't lift anything heavy." This I am also aware of and I understand why, but BITCH I AM NOT YOUR NEW BELL BOY/SLAVE. Ever since they told her this shit, I am the designated pick shit up BITCH. The other day this bitch ask me to carry 8 folders that were not full from my desk to her's. Let me say she is skating on thin ice and will soon get her ass cussed out. So, then a few days later she says "Yall (yeah we in TX), I went to the doctor yesterday and guess how much I weigh. 210 pounds (by the way she is like 5*6). Do you know how much I weigh when I'm not pregnant? 156 pounds." Then I think to myself, BITCH how is it you didn't know you were pregnant or at least concerned by a 50 pound weight gain in 6 month. The bitch is Lying and no one can convince me otherwise. As a matter of fact ERRBODY up there is a fucking Idiot for believing this lame ass story.

Now, to the next idiot my new boss lets call her Old Googly Moogly( OGM ) b/c that's what that heffa looks like. She is like 40 and looks 60. This heffa goes on and on about how all the men she has ever been with were drop dead Sexy. Later she tells the story of her last Sexy man who house sat for her and when she came back all her jewelry and anything else that could be transported easily was gone. So pretty much her fine men use her for her money,then kick her to the curb. This is the same boss that likes to talk shit. Both of these bitches are messy and I am so sure they talk shit about me. Unknown to my stupid new boss, I know how trifflin she is. She tries to get me to tell her shit about my life. BITCH, do you think I am an idiot. I do not need you in my Kool-aid like that. The other day , I taught her how to select more than one file to copy and paste. How they Fuck do you not know how to do this. You Freaking IDIOT.

Then Last and Certainly not least is my Big Boss/ VP (I've written about him before). How the hell he has landed this job is a miracle in itself. Don't get me wrong I've said b4 these ppl know a lot about the business, but everyone knows shit b/c obsolete and that what's going to happen to them. All they know is how the business works, they don't know shit else. For instance, right now all 3 of them (OGM, AMY and VP) are in his office trying to help him write a letter to all our customers who haven't been using us lately. This is how the letter starts "Sometimes in life we lose friends and sometimes in life we lose business friends." LMAO that shit sounds retarded and its probably why they don't use our company anymore. Every time this dude sends out an email he has spelling errors. The worst part is his Outlook is set up to spell check before he sends an email. This mean the shit is so misspelled Spell check doesn't even know what they hell he is talking about. The fact that they allow him to write letters to customers amazes me. I remember when I first started he had me retype a annoucement of our new manager coming on board. He told me not to change anything, but after reading it I couldn't do it. I changed like half of it and gave it back. He had to know I fixed the shit, but he didn't say anything. He is also like the most computer illiterate man I know. Today he showed me how you can listen to music free on Yahoo Messenger. The sad part is its not like a fucking secret, everyone has the Yahoo radio shit at the bottom. He thought he found some shit like the fountain of youth or something. I could go on for days, instead I will just stamp IDIOT on his forehead and move on.

Enough ranting about these idiots. I'm sure I'll find more idiots next week and will report their Idiot antics for your amusement and pleasure. ~Smooches~

HOODRATS MUST BE DESTROYED

This blog entree is dedicated to all the HOODRATS. Please get yall Shit Together

So I was hangin with a friend who I don't hang with that much anymore last weekend. He introduced me to this chick lets call her CiCi, she is the epitome of Ghetto Trash( HoodRat). Let's start with the fact the bitch has been collecting what she tells them is disability. I, on the other hand, think its Welfare. Let me just say she don't look disabled to me. So, she doesn't work and she has 2 BEAUTIFUL kids ( 7 months and the other is like 4 or 5). I walk into her house and I am taken a back. I instantly conclude it is not safe to touch anything and antibacterial sanitation will be need upon leaving. This bitch's house is FUCKING FILTHY. I mean I know people with kids have a hard time keeping their shit clean but this bitch must have for got she does not have a maid and it is her job to clean the shit up. The floor looked like it has not been swept in months. There is a faint odor of something not being right. As I walk pass the kitchen I figure out it must be the dirty dish water someone has left in the sink. Or it could be the several dirty dishes I see scattered across the house with food caked on that looks like it has been there for months. My friend tells me that another dude asked her why her house was so dirty and her excuse was and I fucking quote "Oh I just made groceries." WTF does that have to do with you cleaning this filthy ass house.

Our purpose for going there was to pick up an X for my friend. Well, come to out she is getting rid of her kids and cannot wait to get on it herself. So, we sit there for awhile and then her friend BOOKIE comes. I kid you not there is a GROWN ASS MAN name Bookie walking around a hood in Houston. He is originally from, come on I know you all can guess. HE is from the MUTHERFUCKING N.O. better know as New Orleans. *SIGH* Well, Bookie must think he is the MAN although he is one ugly, tired, broke looking mofo. Bookie only thinks this b/c CiCi is fucking him. That's all great and shit, but Bookie lives with his baby mama. CiCi is very aware and does not give a shit. Apparently neither does the BM b/c she is aware as well. As a matter of fact the dumb heffa has seen Bookie go into CiCi's house then come and knock on the door only to have CiCi say he is not there and she that doesn't know what the chick is talking about. I assume the girl believes her and walks away. Either way she know what's up and she doesn't care. So we leave her and end up going out and standing her up b/c she was suppose to go, but she was taking to long to get rid of her kids. My friends don't have children so we really can't relate so she got left. Anyway one of my friends was feeling bad b/c she was on X and called us crying and shit so after we left the club, we went back to her house. We walk in and she is in her bedroom. We go in there and her and Bookie are in bed naked. Now if I'm chilling with a dude naked I'm going to let it be known before 3 people come into my bedroom. So, we walk in and she acts like its gravy. Telling us to sit down and shit ( on the dirty ass floor).
So we chillin there for a minute and I have to pee. Yes, I am afraid of what I will find in her bathroom, do to the look of the rest of the house. I have no intention of putting my ass on the seat anyway. So, I ask her could I use her bathroom. Her response is
" Oh the toilet is stopped up. Just go pee in the shower I just did it." My mind has a hard time of wrapping itself around what she just said so I do the odviously.

I ask " What did you say?" She replies "Girl, just pee in the shower." I must have looked at her like she lost her mind. I think to myself I cannot piss in someone shower. It is completely different to piss while taking a shower and just pissing in it. Then my mind goes to the part here she says she just did it. I do not recall hearing an water to wash out her shower when she was done or to wash her hand for that matter. The more I think about it the more grossed out I get. I turn to my friend beside me and say "I need to go outside and find a bush." CiCi asked me "Why do you need to find a bush." I reply "So, I can pee." She says it again "Girl just go pee in the shower." I look as her as if she has lost her mind again. I mean this is where her children bathe and so does she I hope. I can't imagine allowing a complete stranger, fuck that, I can't imagine allowing myself to do that shit. So, I sit there and ponder this girl's mental stablity, while I try to hold my pee. SO Finally I say can I pee in the toilet and not flush. She was like "Yeah, since you don't want to pee in the shower." So, I go into her bathroom and shut the door. I stop, try to keep the throw up down. As I look around I see a brown sink with diffrent products around it. On he floor is the clothes she had on earlier with her dirt draws attached. Then I look at the shower, it then dawns on me why she doesn't mind me or herself pissing in there. The bathtub is BLACK. I kid you not when I say this. Not a ring round the tub either the entire bottom and about halfway up the sides is BLACK. I look down at the toilet and it is black as well and it is not from it being stopped it, This is caked on dirt and grime. I turn around open the door and walk back out. Shortly after I leave. Oh, but it does not end there. MY other friend stayed. He says after we left another dude CiCi is fucking name P short for Percy ( I only use this name b/c is sound gay lol) comes by with a gun in a strap around his chest. Bookie is walking out as P is walking end. Luckily no one was injured. The next day, for some reason one of my friends were over there again and i go over. This time I meet a new person when I go over there. Her name happens to be CiCi as well, so we will call her CeCe 2. So CeCe 2 to is on X too. Come to find out her and CiCi have been what we call rollin , which means on X all night and all that day. It is about 5 or 6 pm the day after. Her children have now been brought back to her. SO she and her friend are taking care (if that's what you want to call it) of 2 children high. I then begin to think what do these children eat out of if all the dishes are dirty. I was at the chicks house a couple of hours each time and I only saw her feed the baby once and I didn't see her clean out a bottle. I come to the conclusion she has been using the same dirt bottle. I only conclude this b/c when we get there that day she is feeding her again out of the same bottle from yesterday. TRIFFLING.
Anyway CeCe 2 starts talking to my friend who is a Gay man about how she think P is gay. I am tripping b/c I know P and CiCi fuck as well. The plot thickens. CiCi and CeCe 2 are both fucking P and they are friends. They not only fuck him separately, but together. P has supplied them with there X and he gets his money's worth odviously. So she tells us how P like to use toys in bed, but not on them. He has them use the toys on him. She also tells us of P and her going to gay bars and him disappearing with men into the bathroom and hitting on other men. SO pretty much this heffa knows he plays both ideas of the field, and is fucking her friend and doesn't give a shit. There whole arrangement is like a cocktail for a STD. About an hour later Bookie shows up. You would think this dude would stay clear after the whole gun incident, but I guess when Pussy calls you gotta go. So he comes over and is chilling in the living area with my friend and I while CiCi and CeCe 2 are in the bedroom (which is just as filthy as the rest of the house if I didn't mention that). He is limping and being the nosy Mofo I am I ask him why he is limping. He replies by unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. He pulls down his dingy underwear to reveal a bandage over his pubic area. He begins to explain he went to the hospital last night for a ingrown hair on this area and it really hurts. LMAO ingrown hair my ass, maybe Herpes or syphilis(?). Then a few minutes after telling me this he ask for my #. Now he may not know, that I know he has a baby mama at home, but he damn well knows I know he's fucking CiCi. My mom always says the company you keep will determine how ppl see you. I guess being even remotely associated with this BIRD had him slipping to think he was going to get my #. So, I decline twice and he gives up. He brought another N.O. friend along with him. SO, I started asking them what they do. They both reply not a DAMN THING. I begin to tell them of a place I know thst is hiring and they pay $21 a hour. Bookie stops me and asks me what the hell am I telling him that for. He has no intention of looking for a job, oh and why should he. I'm sure his baby mama either works or is getting FEMA or both and their rent and untilties are paid up for like a year. The truth is why would he work and I'm sure he didn't work before he came here either, so why start now. I guess me suggesting his broke down ass get a job was offensive, so he spit back the question do you have job. I reply YES YOU BROKE MOFO MOST PPL IN AMERICA DO AND IF THEY DON"T THEY ARE LOOKING. I meet my first male HOODRAT. Shortly after I leave.
The next day the same friends I was chilling with that weekend come and take me to lunch that Monday. They tell me they went back to CiCi's house that Sunday before. Now although they are Gay they are both interested in the female anatomy. Why on God's green earth they would think these chicks were the ones to play show and tell with I don't know. Anyway they went over there and CeCe 2 was under the dirty cover (the bed had no linen on it and a dirty blanket her and her men and her kids sleep on) with only a t-shirt on. Again they let them come in the bedroom. One of my friends was like let me see what you working with. He goes underneath the cover and pulls it back. He says he smells and odor, but is unsure of what it is and who or what is it coming from. As he begins to spread her legs open he sees what he describes as Cottage Cheese (hence my names for the both of them CiCI LMAO) between the lips. She quickly gets u and says she needs to take a shower. BITCH A. She knew she needed a shower before they walked in the door let alone opening up her nasty legs. B.She knew either her ass has just got done having sex or has a yeast infection and yet and still you allowed this dude to open your nasty legs and see that. EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW GHETTO BIRD. Then my friend had the nerve to tell me CeCe 2 thought I was cute. I'm like WTF am I going to do with that info. I wouldn't allow that bitch to pour me a glass of water with gloves on let alone tough me. After seeing these women, if that's even the right thing to call them, I am so never get in the situation they find themselves so content in. Don't get me wrong they seemed, although not very intelligent, but cool people. I unfortunately am unable to grasp the point of their lives. They only thing CiCi has that is worth shit is her children and she can't even get that right. I fear for them and what she lets in her house. Her baby girl is so beautiful and some men see CiCi as an opportunity to not only get some of her ass but MAYBE take advantage of her children as well. I hope she wakes up and sees the light,but I doubt it. She seems comfortable in her filth right now. This story was kinda hard to tell, even though parts were funny, seeing her children made is different. If it was just her fucking up her life that would be fine with me. Her children don't have a choice. Her son is old enough to know whets going on and that will effect him. I'm praying for all you GHETTO BIRDS. GROW THE FUCK UP. I'm Out. ~Smooches~

P.S. Blogger u sux for not letting me post pics

The boobs Trouble or maybe not

What It Do blog land? People in Houston say What it do. I Freakin hate this question if you can call it that. It means like how's it going, but you sound really dumb saying it. Anywho, Life is grand, well mostly. This week I have yet another story to tell about yet another trifflin Houston man. I had to make sure it was safe before I posted lol.

So Last Saturday, I volunteer to go to Sonic (Burger Place) to get my fam dessert. Its like a drive up place and it has a little drive through boxes at each parking spot to order from. So I am sitting in my car when one of the waiters pass by. He is staring at like he lost his mind. So I stare back of course. He passes by my car and flirts. The guy seemed really nice and he looked aight and he has a job. In Houston, that is hard to find. So he comes back and brings me my food. He makes more convo and casually ask for my #. I usually ask for there # and choose to call or not. He keeps asking me when I'm going to call and if i actually will. My response was maybe. So I give him my phone so he can input my number. I turn to arrange my food in the car safetly as he is doing this. I don't know if dudes do this errwhere, but in Houston dudes sometimes try to pull what I like to call a STUNT. When ask them to give there # instead of you giving yours, they input the number and them call themselves in order to get your #. I HATE THIS SHIT. I usually don't even let ppl input the # themselves anymore. I usually do it for them. WEll, this dude caught me slippin. I mean why would you do this shit. It makes you look desperate and it annoys the shit out of me. Also even if you do call A. doesn't mean I will answer and B. if I do it will probably never get answered again b/c I know I did not give you my #. Anyway all this goes down unknown to me at the time. I leave Sonic and I get home and about 20 minutes later I get a phone call from an unknown #. I answer and he's like

"Whats up, you was not going to call me were you?" I'm thinking this is some
dude I gave my # to a while back maybe. SO I'm like
"Maybe I've been busy." Odviously I wasn't too convincing b/c he
says
"You don't even know who this is, do you? This is Craig." So Now
I'm like WTF how the hell did he get my #. Then it hits me HE has pulled a
STUNT. So yes now I am annoyed, but I'm not cold hearted so I contiune our
convo, while contemplating if I'm ever going to speak to him or better yet block
his shit.
So I start asking the regular get to know you questions. First
question I ask
"Do you live alone?"There is a long silenece and he begins to give his
answer
"Well, right now I'm living at this half way house for 8 months them I'm
going to get my own place." WTH a half way house is a place that people stay
when getting out of jail on a major charge or rehad. SO my next question is
of course
"WHY?" The answer was not what I expected to hear
"Well when I was like 1 y/o my mom go murdered by this dude. He
claimed he was crazy and he got off. When I got old enough, I murdered
him."

I'm speechless. I mean I am so sure I've dated ppl that did dirt, maybe even killed ppl, but the difference is I did not know anything about that shit. Even worse he is fresh out of jail, I'm not fucking with it. This was a little too much info too soon for me. I am instantly uncomfortable and tell him I need to go. This dude proceeds to call me no less hten 8-11 more times that day. I didn't answer. I then become heavly concerned for my life. Yes I am meladramatic. So, I tell my sister and she laughs for a good minute and then tells me to tell him I'm not interested. I am afraid to do it. So the next day rolls around and dude is still calling me a lot. So then he text messages me and says. I probabaly don't want to talk to him b/c He works at SONIC. I'm think DUDE that don't mean shit to me. So I text him back and tell him it is his past that bothers me and I don't think I can fuck with him on any level. The calls stopped and I haven't talk to him since. Moral: Never let anyone input a # into ya phone b/c it could very well be a murder ur talking too. SMH thats a damn shame when you gotta learn lessons like that. Also the biggest down side is I LOVE THAT FREAKIN SONIC and not I can't eat at that location any more. DAMMMMMITT!!!

Oh and the shit stil does not stop. I met another dude. NOt like that he was a cop and he was pulling me over at the time. I was parked at a gas station. NOw that the INVADERS have came my street is Hot (The block is hot he he) anyway dude pulls me over. He comes up to my window and ask

"Do you know why I am stopping you?" Of course I reply NO and give a confused look. In actuallity I am fully aware of this said warrent, but you know how u get caught up with other shit and thats what had happen. So he tells me
"Come back to my car and look at my computer screen ." I walk back and he sits down in his car and I lean over to look at the computer. Mind you (hence the pic) I have ample boobage and when I usually were low cut shirts, so when I bent over to look he had a great view. So after I look at it and confirm it is me he says (while looking at my boobs not my face)
"You know if this warrent comes back valid, I will have to take you to jail."I tell him I understand and he allows me to go back to my car and arrange for someone to go come get it my car ( which was nice b/c they usually dont let u do that). Well, I am shaking in my freakin boots. I have never been to jail and I don't ever want to go. All the jail movies are playing through my head. He walks back to the car and smiles and says
"Today is your lucky day, the warrent was came back invalid, you should call and get it removed from ur record."

I drive off knowing this man is liked the view or the county has fucked up. I call the next day and sure enough I am now sure My boobs will take over the world. I still have a freakin warrent.



Thats all I got for now ppl. HOLLA ~Smooches~

P.S. My work computer suxs so I will post pics later HOLLA

When You Tell a Lie...

Hey Peoples, Hope Errbody is Great. Today someone I am feeling on a more than friends level LIED. It wasn't a big lie, it was kinda like a half lie. When I first started talking to this person they told me they had a car, but couldn't drive it b/c the tires where really bad. Although far fetched or maybe true, I had no reason not to believe them so I took it as fact. This person also told me they where saving up for the special tires that the car needed b/c of the rims. *SIGH* Today this person told me they went really early this morning to wash THE CAR. They went on and on about the hassle it was. At the end I am thinking WTF, although this person did say they drove THEIR car around town sometimes. I am thinking why the hell wash a car you rarely drive. Most of the time, when I talk to this person they are driving one of their parents car's. So I ask the question ,that I already have a feeling what the answer will be. I ask

"Who's car are you getting washed?"

The person replies. "My mom's car. I don't have a car, but if I were to go somewhere it would be in this car. I pay for everything for it except the car note and she is deciding if she is going to give it to me or get me a
new one."

This person then goes on with another subject like nothing happen. I eventually get off the phone and ponder why they would lie. I mean the person is a full time college student so I don't expect them to have all the things a working adult would. It really sucks b/c I don't like this person b/c of what they have, but for the conversations we have and the way we vibe. I also like this person b/c they are furthering their education and are following their dreams. I have an issue with lying. I usual don't. I know the consequences of it and if I'm feeling someone, I come clean or just don't do it from the beginning. This makes me see this person differently. I don't see them as honest. I mean this is not a big deal, but it makes me wonder why you would lie over something so petty. Something that doesn't really matter and you could have told the truth about. It makes me wonder what else will they lie about. What else HAVE they lied about. We are not together, but I don't know if I want to be with someone that is a liar. What I really need to now is, If I am blowing the out of proportion? AM I TRIPPIN.? It just seems like an unnecessary lie to me. Once I find out about one lie my mind starts running through all the other bullshit I thought was a lie, but believed b/c I didn't have a reason not to.

On another note. After watching an episode of College Hill (there was limited entertainment on TV that day) I am scared as hell to have sex. I mean I knew AIDS statistics where staggering, but not this damn bad.

• AFRICAN AMERICANA MAKE UP 12% OF THE POPULATION, BUT HALF OF US HAVE HIV.
• Of the estimated 145 infants perinatally infected with HIV, 105 (73%) were African American
• Of the estimated 18,849 people under the age of 25 whose diagnosis of HIV/AIDS in the 33 states with HIV reporting, 11,554 (61%) were African American.
• Since the beginning of the epidemic, African Americans have accounted for 379,278 (40%) of the estimated 944,306 AIDS cases diagnosed

WAKE UP!!!!!!

That is a damn shame. That means 6% of us have HIV. That is horrifying for a single black women in America today. I mean I have to go out a choose a mate and hope that I don't fall in love with someone that is positive. (Sidebar OFFICIALLY no sex without me seeing your test result and of course a condom is always required. NO TEST NO SEX HOMIE) I mean I know there are tons of drugs to help you live with it now, but why would you want to. Think of all the everyday complications you may have to go through just b/c you have it. I know someone who found out they were HIV positive. It then hit home for me. I knew it happen to tons of people, but never someone I knew. It made it more really for me I guess. The truth is we are killing ourselves. How hard is it to use a condom and most importantly GET TESTED. Only we can slow this down and at least try to stop the spread.

I didn't intend to write about the two together, but it makes sense. People that know and don't know lie about things like this. It hurts people everyday. I am sure if someone knew they where having intercourse with someone who had it they MAY have second thought. IT is a choice and everyone should be given the choice to choose if they want to go down that road. That little lie I talked about about could lead to huge lies like this. Don't get me wrong this is not the major reason I think that about lying, but it is definitely a good FUCKIN point. Enjoy your weekend peeps. *Holla* ~Smooches~

Cinco De Mayo Tribute and Other Misc. Shit I Wanna Say

Fuck Mexico

Hola fellow bloggers! This is my Cinco De Mayo tribute. Recently in Houston the ILLEGAL IMMIGRANTS have decided to protest for legal citizenship. LMAO Let me repeat that ILLEGAL IMMIGRANTS want legal citizenship. They have protested and blocked our freakin streets. I believe last Friday they all went on strike at their jobs for the day. All the Mexican restaurants were closed so it was a no taco day (Except Taco Bell he he). Anyway this whole thing boggles my mind. Do I think they should get FREE health care and other benefits that people that were born here can't even get. HELL NO. I think, If they don't like it here they should take there ass back home. WE already have an influx in population in Houston. As a matter of fact you damn near can't get a Job in Houston unless your Bi-Lingual. So, Hell naw I don't want them bastids here. Do you know why everyone must be BI-Lingual. B/C Bitches insist on calling places with that "Speaky Spanish" bullshit. Hell naw, I don't speak Spanish b/c I'm AMERICA and we speak English. If your are going to immigrate to a country at least attempt to learn the language. It's people that have been here for years that still don't know English. It is clear they are not trying to be productive and by making it a requirement for people to be Bi-Lingual in Spanish to get a job, is enabling them to stay that way. It didn't occur to me that in other states this is prolly not an issue. I mean, Texas being a border state we get the majority of them. Everyone of course doesn't agree with my opinion in fact one person told me I should relate b/c I am African American. BITCHHHHHHHHHH. First, My ancestors did not ask to come here, they were forced. Second, My ancestor built this freaking country. Without their hard work America would not exist. Then they have the nerve to get all hype for Cinco De Mayo. Its Fucking Mexico's INDEPENDENCE. They fought us b/c they were not down and wanted to be separate. SO, I say kick fucking rocks. You wanted to be INDEPENDENT so do ya thang. Don't be wadin through the water trying to get the benefits of America now that your shit has went sour. It's bad enough, we got the amount we do. Our city has been changed enough by the culture of Mexico. The problem is they Day Labors are getting sick of the little money they making now they wanna be like errbody else. That would not be a problem, if you were suppose to be here. You snuck here in some van or a boat, whateva. The other day a hood by my house had a shoot out b/t Coyotes (People who transport illegal aliens) over illegal immigrants they were hiding in an old boarded up house. America needs to be like New Zealand. You can visit all you want, but you can't come live there unless they need you. WE don't need all these no English speaking mofos fucking up job opportunities for Americans and spending our tax dollar on a issue that should be Mexico's. Yeah Yeah, I know America was built by immigrants from all over, so freakin what. We are built now. We don't need any more of yall up in here dang. Do you see gas prices, we don't have any money to share with any of yall mofo so MOVE AROUND THANKS. The really fucked up part is, everyone I work with is Mexican and I'm writing this at work LMAO. FUCK 'EM

Speaking of work. I am about to pull my hair out. These bitches are gettin more simple by the day. The slow heffa I talked about last post is still annoying me. I cannot wait until this bitch quits. She is forever complaining to me about her job. QUIT HOE. I don't care. I am almost to the point were I say STOP TALKING TO ME, I DON'T GIVE A SHIT. It would be ok maybe if she had something different to say , but she doesn't its the same shit every time. I have mastered the art of tuning her out. I now even have a "not interested" look on my face and continue to work without look at here whenever she talks. She still does not get the point. On thursday befor I left she told me how much she appreciates all my help. She also said that everyone we work with thinks she is slow, but she is not. Its really fucked up when everyone around yout hinks you are slow, but you can't seem to see why. This bitch is living in denial. Just in case she reads this YOU ARE SLOW. TAKE A FUCKING COMPUTER CLASS AND ESL BIOTCH. She is a prime example of what I am talking about above. This bitch has been her damn near since creation and still is struggling with english.

I have also Noticed I have a HUGE potty mouth. I can usually control myself at work and sometimes around my Mom. It has become so natural sometimes it slips. I think my new goal is to stop cussing. Which will be hard b/c I have road rage and I cuss at ppl everyday as I drive.

Speaking of driving. I think everyone shhould have to retake the test every few years b.c there is some bastids out there that do not need a license. Like Bitches(oops) ppl who brake while traffic is flowing at high speeds and NO ONE Is in front of them. I mean What the hezzy is wrong with you. I almost ramed you in the the ass loser. Thats all I got PPL ~Smooches~

Weekend and White Chicks

IF this BITCH tells me the same shit multiple times, one more time we are going to throw down in this office. Yeah, I'm back to down time a work so I can write a little something something. Same bitch getting on my nerves. I HATE STUPID PPL. We should rid the earth of them. They are a waste of space.

Last weekend was one of Houston's big events. Its called The Beach Party (Formally known as Kappa Beach Party which is what everyone still calls it anyway). The Kappa organization didn't want this freak show to be named after them anymore haha. SO, although I did not attend the actually beach festivities in G-Town (Galveston, TX), I did attend the Farewell Block party on That Wonderful MLK(Martin Luther King, St. Dr whateva, I know every city has an MLK). As people are coming back home they go down MLK and floss. IT was my first time going. Surprisingly I had a great time. I hate Houston usually, but this event made me embrace my southern roots. Only in TX will you see Candy cars and Fifth Wheels. It was cool to be around ya ppl without any violence or Bullshit.
On a whole other note. I went to the festivities with my Girl Trish. We met at a job I use to work at and became cool. She is a white girl. It seems once White chicks that date Black dudes find out my sister is married to a white dude they automatically think I'm cool. Its so hard for me to comprehend, but it has happen more than once. Anyway the Block party was on her side of town so I went with her and her other WHITE friends. I knew I was in for "Hey Snowbunnies" all day, but I don't trip ppl are ppl. IF you cool, I'm cool witcha. Any Who, to make this long story short. The bitches had some hostility for black women, which was easily sensed. I have never understood how you can date black men, but talk down on black women, Who in the hell you think gave you the black man. IT boggles my mind. One huge reason I could tell they talked about black women is her child. He refused to sit in the back of the SURBURBAN with me and my friends Trish. HE had a screaming fit. He wasn't afraid of Trish, but he refused to sit by me. I know children are shy sometime, but its like that little boy has been taught some shit. THe worst part is he is half black. I don't know WTF they thinking, but why would you put that in his head. WE are where he came from. Then there little comments about the common hoes walking around the block party. I mean you just get a feeling when shit is not meant in a certain way. Anyway both of them were what we in Houston call BOPPERS. This heffa had the nerve to say OMG he ugly, but I don't want to fuck him anyway, I want to fuck his car. She meant it and didn't flinch or laugh after saying it. Maybe its just me, but everybody knows the REAL rich man drives a maxima and is saving his shit up. The one flossing in the new car is usually the one struggling on the low low. Anyway they are the perfect example of why I don't have many females friends. Women can be very STUPID sometimes and that's some shit I can't deal with.


It's so sad that I've been writing this same post since last weekend and I am now finishing it today. So, this weekend, was extra mellow. I didn't do to much. I did see the results of putting a bug in someone's ear. The best time is when there high or intoxicated. MY girl Trish was high and we were chit chattin. She has a major prob. A TRIFFLING man. Dude is 32 Y/O with no job and not looking. They are struggling big time. She has been hitting me up for loans quite frequently. Personally if we are cool, I don't have a problem helping you out, especially if you are trying to help yourself. I can no longer under help her. Its not my business what or why you and your man are still together, but I'm not going to give you money that he is going to use and he is not doing shit. SO, on Saturday she did the greatest thing ever. She ask me what I thought about her situation ~SMILE~ I had been waiting on this invite in. Usually I just give my opinion anyway, but we are not that cool yet so I waited to be invited, I told her str8 up...You can do bad by yourself, tell that dude get on his grind or kick rocks. With a little more added to that. The bug was planted. Trish got some balls that night and started talking to that dude crazy. She is finally starting to see the light. The problem is the boyfriend of course knows who put that bug in her ear. He knows he trifling and I guess b/c we are both black I am suppose to not tell the poor girl that she is looking quite foolish. WRONG. I hope she leaves his broke ass. She can do so much better on her own. Having a partner that doesn't work it like having a grown ass child.

This weekend I also realized, that even tho I miss certain friends, I am doing so much better without them. Without the constant drama I had to go through or the Bullshit they always carried with them. I still love them do death, but I think our deep friend time has passed and there is no going back. I also realized that I have been thinking about Sasha a lot. I haven't called or made any other contact, but I miss her. I miss hanging out, then I think about what she was trying to do to me and I wonder why. If we were as cool as I thought, why would she do that to me. I guess its hard to believe someone you thought was cool would do that to you. I guess I have more trust and hope in ppl. I also noticed that the whole incident has made me paranoid. If some ppl come around, I don't know and they look suspect. I bounce in a heart beat. Its like its all in the back of my head and I don't really trust ppl anymore. I mean I've had other friends that did dirt, but not for one minute do I believe they would sell me out knowing I had nothing to do with it. Everything in me tells me never to talk to Sasha again, which I won't, but I know one day I am bound to see her. I wonder to myself what will I see in her eyes, or what will she say to me, does she even know that I know what she was trying to do. I have mad issues on letting shit go unresolved. It makes it very hard for me to letit rest, even though I know I should. Probably why curiosity killed the cat, oh but the satisfaction brought it back.I dunno fuck it. That's all I got for ya ~Smooches~

P.S I'll post pics later. My computer at work is janky. Oh and just now the dumb heffa I was talking about at the beginning of the post, calls me to the back of the office and asks me why can't she send an emaill. SO She's like watch. So I watch her begin typing in the email address. This Dumb heffa is typing in (www.whateva.com) I'm like fool that is a web site not an emial address. She's like ohhhh that's why it wouldn't work. This is the incompetence I have to deal with. These bastid need to show me the MONEY and soon.

How Much MONEY will cause you to sacrifice your HAPPINESS

THROWBACK :)


HEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOO Errbody. Hope all is going well in the lives of all of you. Mine is stressful as usual. Work is kicking my ass and annoying the hell out of me at the same time. I really like this job. I like the opportunities it can provide. I like most of the ppl here as well. BUT. You know there is always a BUT.

These ppl have been in this business for years and I am wonder how the fuck they made it. For instance yesterday this women asked me HOW DO I GET TO THE INTERNET. I seriously thought she was joking so I asked "Are you serious?" She was like "Yeah, I don't know which one to push. Is it the button(she said button I did not, it should be icon) that says My Computer?" I can't stand a stupid person. This bitch annoys me daily. She is always talking to me or asking me so throwed off question. She hobbles around the office all day (she broke her foot or some shit) complaing about how much it hurts and how hard her job is and how she does not get paid enough. The women just annoys me so much. I feel like everything she ask me to do something she should know how to do or should be doing herself I get this attitude with her. Does this deter her from asking me shit. HELL no the next few minutes she back in my face telling me how she doesn't understand something. Its not just her though.

The marketing rep annoys me to. I showed her at least 5 times how to enter shit into the system. Every time she need something entered she still emails me. So, recently she emailed me the shit and had the nerve to put ASAP on it. She also didn't send enough information for me to enter the shit. I politely wrote step by step instructions for this Heffa and told her she need more information, I also told her to let me know if she had any questions. Tell me why I walk to the back where her desk is to scan something and she says "Hey SFC, I got your email, but did you enter it into the system?" Oh the things I wanted to say to this heffa but the Lord held my tongue. I replied no (thinking to myself this is a perfect opportunity for you to learn the shit yourself, so you can stop emailing me to do it). She then ask me "Well, are you going to?" I am screaming at the top of my lungs in my head. I respond sure BIOTCH.

On to the other person that is 2 seconds away from being cussed out is my BIG BOSS. I have created a nickname for him. It is rude so if your offended oh fucking well. It is Faggoty Douche bag or Faggoty Biotch. Yeah I confirmed he is definitely gay. Which I could care less about. He is just an asshole. I will ask him a question and its like he takes out parts of what I say and form a whole new question in his head and then answers that question. Unfortunately , that shit does not help me with what I am asking him. So I try to rephrase and ask again. He does the same shit over and this time makes it seem like I am wasting his time by asking twice. I just go and figure the shit out on my own. He also has little dick syndrome if you ask me. He walks around like he is the man barking orders an being rude to his staff, when in actuality without us he is nothing. His shit will not take place without our hard work. That really pisses me off. Recently he was saying that shit was backed up and in so many words it was my fault. He was siding with the customer instead of backing me. The President of our company came down from Philly to handle this shit. Oh Guess what? It was not my fucking fault (like I said), It was the customers staff that dropped the ball. I love being right, but did I get an apology, hell no.

In conclusion, I like this job. The pressure is great sometimes, but its also rewarding to see ppl walk out of my office smiling with the keys to their new house. The pay right now sucks, but in about a month (I hope) it will be VERY NICE. My boss's rudeness and the incompetence of the staff does annoy me. My immediate boss I adore. She is really down to earth and listen when I speak and ask her questions. I think the main reason why I haven't went off is her. She realizes my boss is an ass and usually shelter me as much as possible. I know that any job is better than no job, but I don't know if I can cut it. I mean this man is at the point of no return for me. He doesn't have many more passes before I blow up. So my question is How much money will you sacrifice for your Happiness?

Oh this is my baby(neice) Poppin Her Collar Uh Oh

I FELL OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH...BUT I'M OK OH AND HAPPY EASTER

Its kinda fucked up, but I feel like I always say what I mean here no matter how it sounds. I do that b/c this is my shit. So, with that said... I don't feel like writing. I feel my mind is so busy thinking of all the shit I should be doing. I feel like I rest but my mind doesn't. I'm always thinking of how I can do something. I am so determined to make the best of my good fortune. I have the opputrunity and I won't fail.

So since I'm feeling hella lazy...Here is a synopsis of what been happen.

I am working my ass off for my new employer. I hope all this hard work will payoff. I am so proud of myself b/c I'm doing my thing. Unfortunately, I am tired as hell and the weekend never seems to be long enough.

My B-day was April 8th. I feel old. I'm not old, but I feel older. This bartender gave me some concoction for my birth day. Let's just say it went down as easy as it came up...All over the bar LOL. It was too much for my stomach to handle. Oh well.

I had blonde highlights for about 4 days. I went to get my hair hightlighted for my birth day. I wanted lightbrown. They came out damn near platinum blonde. Luckily, they have been dyed darker and now they are very cute :)

Some people (I'm not naming any names, but you know who you are) seem to think I am conceited. This came as a shock to me. Although I feel I love my self...A lot. I am in no way a conceited bitch. I love me b/c for a long time I didn't and now I have to make up for it. Whateva, I am me...Hate it or Love it.

I saw this documentary on HBO called "Cutting Edge." It is a really nice documentary about a barber shop. They said something in it that really made me think. One guy said.

"All men CHEAT. If they don't CHEAT, they're GAY"

That fucking sucks. Is that all you have to look forward to. I personally think they should of kept that shit to themselves. If that's the best you can hope for out of a man. Fuck it. What's the point. Its a good point too. I mean I know a lot of gay guys. I have seen the "downlow guy" for myself. It's a fucking shame. I don't give a shit either way, but at least be real about it. Don't lie and fuck up the other person's life.

I'm fucking sick of being single. Its like the plague. I want a mate. I don't want a half ass mate, so Its gonna take a little longer than I thought. People or so full of shit these day
is sad. For example. I met this dude the other night. He decided to be str8 up and tell me how much of a hoe he was in so many way. He said he had 3 kids and lived with the babies mama. Oh, but wait... He didn't love her no more and he was only staying for they kids.

Question

Why stay in a hostile environment for the kids?

Answer

I'm not going to leave her until she gets on her feet. I'm going to wait
until she finishes school.

I put on the "that so sweet face" (thinking yeah freaking Right).

Question

Well how long are you gonna wait?

Answer

Oh, I'm not in a hurry.

Conclusion. He live with his baby's mama, but he fucks around on the side. He fucks around on at least a weekly basis. For some reason that night I had DUMMY written on my forehead and he thought I was going to go for that shit. SMH. Oh and once he found out it was not going down... I'm stuck up and uppity. FUCK U! My pussy gets given when I want it to and if you don't like don't fuck with me... HOLLA

Why the hell did I see Mike Jones on this corny ass show on MTV called "Yo Mamma." People come on and do the dozens and the best person wins, of course they have a yo mamma joke portion. Well, it was the finals and Mike Jones was on as a celebrity judge. One of the contestants kept REPEATING shit he said in previous battles. Wilmar (from That 70s show, who is also a host) said the other contestant should win b/c her material was not reused and fresh. Mike Jones had the fucking nerve to say "Yeah, that's true... You can't repeat yourself over and over and use the SAME material to win." WWWWWWWWWTTTTTTTTTTTTTTFFFFFFFFFFFFF. Mike Jones entire career is based on repeating the same shit over and over. Example "Who? Mike Jones." Not to mention, all of you non-Houstonians, Mike Jones have had the same wack ass lyrics since he was on the "BeforeThe Kappa" tapes. He's been saying the same shit for year. OMG I almost had a heart attack when he was telling this dude all the shit he needs to tell himself.

Jade is a spawn of Satan and needs to be destroyed.

OMG I almost forgot about one of the funniest things that happen to me. My "Go Out Crew" and I went out the other night and it was one of their birthdays. My homegirl was only turing 20 , but she was drinking like it was her 21st. She gets so fucked up. She is dancing all outta control and then she falls. I'm like oh hell no. It is time to go. So I tell her this and she is like NO, I want to stay. So we argue for like 5 minutes. Its like 5 of us. 4 are trying to convince her it is time to go, while she continues to dance and such. So finally one of the other chicks in the crew is like Fuck this. She puts this girl in a headlock of sorts. You know how police officers put you hands behind your head and hold you in that position. Well we are walking out of the club with the girl in this hold. People are looking at us like WTF is going on. I am crying laughing as we walk out of the club. Then the police start running our way. They think the two are fighting. We have to explain we are trying to get her home and they finally let us proceed to the door. We finally get outside where the drunk girl decided to meet a dude. He is helping walk her drunk as to the car. We are right behind the car when this happens.

Her drunk ass falls and some how lands underneath the car. I am almost rolling on the ground laughing at her ass. Oh and the night does not stop there. Later she falls down peeping outside b/c we can't find a bathroom. She pretty much pees on herself. Mind you I am still laughing. This was by far one of the funniest night outs I have had in a while.

*I think that is all for now ppl. Hopefully his week won't be so hectic at work and I can write. Smooches (Gotta Love Me)

Fusterated

I am soooooooooooooooooo Fusterated right now. The women at my job got fired today. Some to findout it has nothing to do with me, she has been slipping on her pimpin for a while and the boss finally let her go. The worst part is (well for me) now I have a shit load of work thrown at me and my boss is being all pissy. I just learned all this shit last week and he expects me to know all this crap. I hate not being able to d what is required of me not b/c I can't but b/c I haven't been taught. I am a bit of a perfetionist so this is realy irking me to no end. I need to understand whatI'm doing to ensure it is done right and I can't do that at this point. I am slos sick of him snapping at me ugh. I hate when ppl talk to me like I', stupid and he gives this look that says it. I'm not stupid i'm uninformed there is a big difference. I hope I can do this.

It feels like everything is annoying me today. I'm taking everything someone says to heart or the complete long way. Not to mention I'm starting to like someone and its been so long since I have I don't know what to do. I don't want to rush it and I don't want to come on too strong. So I feel like I am stuck in the middle of pretending I don't like them and lovey dovey talk. I HATE DATING. I want to skip through it all and find the ONE and live happily ever after. I'm so scared of being hurt, but at the same time I don't want to hold back how I feel. I'm trying to believe that everyone is nt alike and they are not allout to hurt me. I have this thing tho. Everytime a person I like says something I heard b4 that was bullshit, I replay that senario in my head. I have trust issues. I try to give everyone a chance, but this crap still runs through my head. Maybe I'm not ready for this just yet. I have been doing the single thing for a minute andI thought I was ready to get back out there. Now I want to run and hide b/c I gotta go through the B/S again.

Why does fat have such a bad stigma attached to it. Why is it that ppla re so interested in the FAT part of my name. IT doesn't matter that I'm sexy , its all about the fat. Why do you call urself that? You don't look fat is what they say. GREAAAAAAATTTTT I'm so happy I don't look that way to you. Prolly b/c I've lost a few pounds and things are melting away. I know that I am far from skinny, but maybe not so fat anymore. I hate using the word thick b/c it the wrong way. Why can't I just be me a person you find attractive and has a really cool personality. Why must I be defined by that. Its so funny when I meet ppl online and they come here then ask me are you fat. My respone is do I look fat. Beter yet do you like what you see. If you do then why the fuck do you care. So you guys be the judge. They are a bit blurry but you can still see my body type. What do you think?

I am doing some serious venting today. Thanks for listening.

Oh I almost forgot. Sasha called me again this weekend. She told me she did indeed go to jail for warrents and something else which she didn't get to tell me. I pretty sure what the otehr charge was. She also asked me to borrow $200. Of course I said no. I haven't called or went over there. I know she is bad for me and the Lord saved me once. Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me. So I gotta say HOLLA to Sasha. Thats all for now ~Smooches~

TGIF

Hello Fellow Bloggers
The Pic above is the view from my office. I love it. I am freezing my booty off and I think I'm getting a cold. Global Warming is really screwing over Texas and I'm sure some other places. Its usually hot as the devils ball down here, oh but no not today its is cold as hell instead.

Its a bit awkward around the office. I don't really know how to handle it or how it will play out, but yesterday we had a staff meeting. At the staff meeting my boss is telling me all the things he wants the guy here from out of town to train me on. Everything He wants me to learn this other lady in the office already does. I came in as a temp Receptionist almost a month ago. SO, as he is telling me what I am to learn the women burst in and says.
"You are teaching her everything I do. If she's going to do that what am I going to do. Am I getting fired?"
My boss says He wants everyone to be trained on the system and no she is not getting fired. He also says they were going to have a private meeting after this to discuss some other shit with her. So we all leave and I got to the back to her desk to get trained and she answers the phone. After the guy and I are done training for the day, I go back and tell her she can have her desk back b/c we are done for the day. Mind you she came back there and got all her paper work and such , but I'm thinking is b/c she needs all that shit to do her work in the front. The women tells me we don't need to switch back b/c IF she stays that the receptionist area will be her new desk. My mouth drops and I'm like are you serious. She's like yeah so you can just stay back there. I felt so bad b/c this women is really nice and she's been in this business for awhile I assume and they are just going to give me her job.
For the rest of the day I really didn't have anything to do so I asked her if she wanted me to answer the phones, so she could do her other work. She says it with a little attitude no I got it. I feel like she is being rude to me for something that has nothing to do with me. Her job is a lot of work and a good learning experience, but I didn't try to take it and didn't ask for it. I feel like its going to be hostile if I actually do get her job. Although my boss hasn't discussed me taking her job, but he has said he wants to hire me permanently. I thought it was for the receptionist job, which would have been great. So time will tell how all that is going to go down.

Last night Sasha called me. I deleted her # so I didn't know it was her calling. ( I don't memorize # I just add them to my celly). I answer and I hear her say hello, but she is breaking up. So she hangs up and calls back, but I still can't hear her. I guess she got out, but I don't know how. I really want to know what happen but I don't want to get caught up in her drama again. Its really hard to let go of someone I see as a friend, but on the other hand I don't really trust her. I can't/won't call her. I'm sure she will call me back. I'm also wondering if she found the whole incident suspicious. I mean the cop comes I suddenly leave and go home. I mean she aint dumb I know she peeped the cops, but I don't know. I thought this shit was over, but I fear this will not be the last time I hear from Sasha. That's all for now Peoples ~Smooches~

Random Thoughts

A messenger just came into my office and told me

" You should smile like that all the time. You have a smile that will light up a room"

That turned this shitty day upside down. I love when ppl do random acts of kindness sometimes ppl really need it. So I don't have much to say. Posted some pics of my new hair cut. I loooovvvvvvvveeeeeee it.

For some reason I couldn't let Sasha go that easily. I had to know if I was right and if The LAWD was speaking to me and saved me from a heap of trouble. So, I called her,anonymous of course. Her phone went str8 to voicemail. Sasha's phone never goes str8 to voicemail. So I called again and it did the same thing. That can only mean one thing. She is in jail. Sasha's phone is never off b/c thats her money. Thank the lawd for instincts and following them. I know for sure I would have been in jail right now. I on the other hand will never know if she planned to do me dirty. Maybe laterin life we will me again. If she got caught htat night she is going in for a while. Its really sad b/c she only started b/c her stupid boyfriend told her to hold down the fort while he sent to jail and like a dumb ass she did. I never got that part. She had a regular job and she didn't need to, but she did it for him. I hope I never have a love like that.

On another note WTF is going on with gas prices. I mean dang. I HATE BUSH. I cannot wait till election comes around. I'm so happy he can't run again. I mean who voted for this man. Now he says our troops will be there until his term is up and the next Presidnet will have to clean up his mess. SMH PPl PLEASE VOTE if only so gas can go back to normal. That's all for now HOLLA ~Smooches~

Game Over

FLASHBACK

I say "Why do you keep him around, if you know he shady?"She says "Think about this. If the police busted my house today, Who are they most likely to believe? A girl with no serious record or this dude that just got out of jail and is on probation.

The problem is after her telling me all this I don't really trust her anymore. IT also has a lot to do with the incident and us not talking, which I will post about later. . If she plays the games with other ppl why cant she be playing them with me. The problem is street smarts only takes u so far. You know what they say "You cant play a playa b/c u will always get played."

Sasha seriously never fails to amaze me. I figured out so much more shit this time. I figured out people who don't play games always get played b/c they don't even think about the game. They don't even think ppl play it and that sets you up for failure.

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Last night all theses flash back were running through my head. It was time to use what I knew or get caught up. Last night Sasha and I were suppose to go to one of my BF bday parties. It was getting late b/c I had to do other family shit first.

So at about 10:30 or so she was like "Let me go to the store and pick up a few things then we can bounce." I'm cool with that. So, I go down first to get something out of my car. Its raining and my windows are broken so they were down. I go and start fixing them as Sasha is coming down the stairs. Then I see and Unmarked police car drive up and park right in front of her house. He doesn't have the lights on top, but he has writing on the the side (which I can't see) and a spot light on the side of his car. IT could be a coincidence I think, but its quite unlikely.

At first sight of this car my mind says. Don't get in the car with her. Ususally I will hear a voice like this and don't think anything of it. This time everything in me was sure I was not going with her tonight. I told her then I was going to follow her and take my own car. She laughed and was like why didn't you say that before. She gave me that sly smile that she has and realized that she just may have fucked herself this time. I didn't respond. I continued to fix my windows b/c now she was blocking me in. She had stopped her car behind mine so I could get into the car with her. So, after fixing my windows I get in my car and wait for her to move.

I thought of the flashbacks I listed above. I thought of the fact that Sasha almost always has a stash under her gear shift. I thought of how She would do those other dudes dirty so why wouldn't she do it to me. I pictures Sasha putting her stash under my seat while she was waiting on me to get in. I pictured what Sasha would tell the police if we got pulled over. I came to the conclusion I DON'T FUCKING TRUST HER. I decided that getting in that car could ruin my life and that was not an option.

MY suspicions grew greater when her brother and cousin pulled up. Her brother wanted to go with her and she got mad at him and told him he couldn't come and to go with her cousin. She did not want her brother in that car. Although her brother was staying the night with her so this would have been the logic solution. She got out of the car and told her cousin something. It was a bit dark, so I couldn't see much and didin't want to seem like I cared.

I don't know if Sasha went out the gate or pulled back into her spot b.c it was raining. All I knew is when I saw I could get out I got the fuck out. I didn't meet her I took My black ass home and thanked God I was able to. I will never know what happen to Sasha b/c I'm never talking to her again. IT may have been me being extra paranoid, but I would rather be that then fucked. One of you all commented on the blog that you use to love ppl with drama then you realized its not worth it. I finally realized that. She was cool, but not cool enough to ruin the rest of my life. If I ever find out what happen to Sasha I'll let you know, but she won't be getting any phone calls from me ever again or visits. I had a choice to make last night and I'm glad Game recognize Game. Sasha taught me that. ~Smooches~

Bi the way

So, After reading blogs all morning I decided to make another post. I'm still struggling with what to do with Sasha. Her way of thinking is just to crazy for me. She has recently been dating some Scrub from the NO. She is not feeling anything about him, but his penis. She left us alone togeather to go to the store the other day. Why is this dude asking me things like: Can I eat ur pussy and telling me all the things he can do to me. Not mention before she left he was flirting with another friend of hers. SO, of course I am totally repulsed b/c this is not my style. I dont fuck with friends man and I dont do sloppy seconds. It seems all the men she messes with are trifflin. So I ended up dropping this dude off for her. Tell me why he ask me did I want to come up to his apartment. I asked him to shut my door before I told him something. I then talk to her the next day and I tell her how mad he was at her for not dropping him off herself. I also tell her he is triffling. I told her he tried to fuck me and if I was a dirty biatch he would have got some. You know what her response was. You should have got you some head and some of that good dick. I'm like hell naw. Sasha claims that she never has sex with the many different dudes she talks to, but then at other times she tells my how good or bad the sex was. I try so hard to understand how this girls mind works. She is such a good person in so many ways and in others she is an undercover scnadoulous BITCH. Everything she does is to benefit her, but she makes you think its to benefit others. I really enjoy being with her most of the time. I think I really keep going back b/c there is a slight attraction that has developed. I tried sooooooooo hard to make this a platonic friendship, but the more we hang out the more I see her that she may want more than that. The other day I was there. We were talking about kissing. I was like I love to kiss. She all of a sudden bends down and is like 5 centimeters from my lips and stops. I really believe the only reason she stopped is the look on my face. I had to have looked shocked or digusted or something. I know it wasnt an inviting face b/c I was so shocked that she was about to do that. On another occasion. She came out of the shower naked and had a conversation with me and modeled her new underware. My friends use to say this girl liked me and I was just in denile, but my reisistance to the thought is fading. I think there right. I think she's waiting on me to make a move as to not ruin or friendship or freak me out. This whole situation is crazy. I'm usual great at reading peoples intentions and hers are lost on me. ~smooches~

Happy Birthday To You Pretty Girl

I am the Proud Auntie of a BEAUTIFUL HEALTHY baby Girl. I think we will call her Olivia. Watching someone give birth(this is my 2nd time) is the most emotional thing ever. I felt so helpless seeing my sissy like that and not being able to do anything. When they pulled her out and she held her in her arms I cried. I know its painful, but I can't wait to experience that feeling. Bringing a life into the world is by far the most beautiful thing ever. I am on cloud 9 right now although I only had 4 hours of sleep. Women are offically amazing creatures. ~Smooches~

Words Do Hurt, Well They Hurt Me

I realize this weekend that ppl I don't give a shit about can't hurt me. I ponder there actions, but there actions don't hurt like they use too. The only people that can still get to me and hurt me are the ones I love. Some seem to be so skilled at this art. I am extremely sensitive which most of my friends and family know. The words they say to me have a way of turning my world upside down when they are hurtful. This weekend that happen to me. Someone I love said something to me that hurt me. Hurt me so much that the moment didn't and has not yet pass. Every time I see them or hear their voice I think of what they said and it makes me want to cry all over again. I know that everyone has their faults me included, but I've been trying so hard to be a better person. A more responsible person and get back on my feet. Maybe its me and I'm truly not doing shit,but that is so hard for me to except. I was so excited when I left work Friday b/c they offered me a permanent position. I bought Champange to celebrate. Within a few hours my mood was totally changed. I felt like I use to in school when kids picked on me. The ppl I love have a way of making me feel like a child and completely useless sometimes. All I wanted was someone to celebrate with and instead I got hurt. I'm also usually very outspoken, but with certain ppl I love I can't be. Some ppl are not very sensitive to others feelings. So, instead of saying what I think I just say what they want to hear. Its sad that an adult would be afraid to say what she needs to, but Its just not worth it most times. This time was the one time I tried to stand up for myself b/c I felt I was right and it only hurt in the end and the point I was making was totally not seen. I guess I can't win for losing. This whole incident has made me more determined though. I am determined to succeed and do better that what I'm doing. I'm not gonna look back and have regrets. I have to get out of my situation in order to keep my sanity and I'm crazy enough so a sista gotta get it together lol. I wish I could take a pill everyday that made me less sensitive. Its my greatest weakness. Moral of my story is "Words do hurt and Fuck Everyone all you have is yourself in the end." ~Smooches~

Ppl from the Boot need to be Booted

As everyone knows I talk about the New Orleans folks that have invaded my city. Although their presence has no affected me directly, excluding taking over everything and making asses out of themselves. Last night I was finally truly affected by their presence. Now my mom says that I am stereotyping, but that's BULLSHIT. I know how Houston was before and I know how it is now. Last night there was an incident of Child Abuse(LONNNNNNNNNNG story) to my cousin, who reside with my mom, from her mother. She is fine, but they made her go to the hospital just b/c of the circumstances. My mother and both children waited at the hospital for almost 5 hours. After my cousin was checked out and proven to be not hurt, they would not let us leave. The nurses told us we were not allowed to leave until the police came. There is a sub station no more then 3 miles away from the hospital. Again we were waiting 5 hours. We asked to leave and go to the sub station right down the street to file the report ourselves and still we were refused. The nurses kept telling up that the police had been dispatched, for 5 HOURS. Finally at 11pm, we were there since 6pm, my mom said she was leaving and they could come to her house to make the report. The police showed at like 12pm to take the report. It took all of me to act like I had since. I'm pissed b/c my cousin were their all night. No food was offered until the 4th hour. It was a school night and my mom had work the next day, but no one gave a shit about that. I'm pissed b/c this has been happening a lot in Houston since "They" got here. The police are starting to take hours to get to calls b/c they are backed up and a lot of them have quit. I'm pissed b/c the influx in crime is in direct correlation with the New Orleans people coming here. I'm pissed b/c this case was not taken seriously. I'm pissed b/c no matter how much I try to keep an open-mind about our VISITORS, I can't b/c too much evidence is against them. I'm not saying all of them and I'm not saying Houston didn't have problem b4, but I have never heard of anyone waiting that long for the police to come, especially at a hospital. My mom said a women's house got broken into in her apartments and it took the police 6 hours to get there. Now I know this is common some place, but not here. Then I read this today

The underlying $91.1 billion spending bill provides $67.6 billion to fund the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan and $19.1 billion in new money for hurricane relief and rebuilding along the Gulf Coast.
The bill would bring total funding for the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan to $117.6 billion for the budget year ending Sept. 30. Total spending on Iraq and Afghanistan since the terrorist attacks of Sept. 11, 2001 would reach almost $400 billion.

I HATE BUSH. HE IS THE WORST PRESIDENT EVER. He is on a personally agenda and not what is best for this country. It amazes me that we can spend more on a pointless war than on rebuilding in our own country. I'm just pissed all together.


On a lighter note. " I Got A Jizob" ( from DaDa on Next Friday).

~Smooches~

I want to scream
But who would hear
I want to run away
But I cant remember how I got here
Lost in my own head
I wish I could clear my mind
Rewind Time
Make up different lines
And do it all again
Make it better this time
A Stronger me
Concentrate more on my abilities
Not what I dont have
I can't get mad
B/c it was all my choice
North or South
Left or RIght
I'm too tired to fight
About something I cant change
Gotta figure out how to maintain
The future is all I have
To make of it what I want
I gotta get on point
And prove to me
My life was never meant to be
Less the average
With the typical madness
I'm built for betta things....

I'm stuck. tell me what yall think thus far ~smooches~

Fucking With a Twist

Time and time again I found myself in a position where Sasha was approaching me with a threesome or telling me to fuck someone b/c he had good dick. Now I, personally. don't get down like that. I think is nasty And I don't do sloppy seconds. Sasha would always tell me about how good or bad the men she slept with were. She even told a few to break me off or made it seem like we "ALL" were going to get down. I would laugh it off b/c I know me. The problem was I never knew if she was serious. If I would have been down for it would she have? Now its possible it could be yet another one of her head games to see if I can be trusted or to see which flavor I prefer. Several times I could swear she was making a pass at me. I wasn't looking for that. I really just wanted a cool friend no strings or sex.

I said all that to get to a this. Mike a dude I met through Sasha would always hit on me when I came over her house and he was there. Now Mike was Sasha's man friend. He is also Jamaican and I never could really understand what the fuck he was saying until I had been around him and her boyfriend for a while. So, after finally understanding a convo I found out he had a little sense. He was really aggresive, like I like. I know he dealt with some grimey shit as well. I guess that was equally a turn on. Sasha kept telling me to fuck with him and that he was working with some major weight, if you know what I mean. Mike and I have never fucked, but we messed around. Nothing to serious.

Recently Sasha told me Mike was starting to hit the Cane heavy. She said he was coming like everyday buying nice sacks. Mike is truly a smart guy, but he has gotten way off track. He was a huge weed head but he didnt fuck with this shit on the regular like he was now. The fucked up part is that Sasha is his supplier. Now Mike and her are real cool. Mike and her man were real close. The more she talks about him the more I think of how cold she really is. Its all about money to her. She doesn't give a fuck about shit but the dollar.

Oddly, Mike ended up coming over while I was there and he was jumpy and kept shaking. He couldn't sit still. When Sasha told him she didn't have any he started talking about how his friend really need some. THe second her connectecd called and said he would be on the saw. Mike instally calmed down a little bit b/c he knew it was coming. I knew the man he waws befoer and the shit was said on top of a turn off. Mike told Sshas to let him hold some omey until he got the money from the other guy. Craig has never been a broke dude lt me say. Evertime I saw him he had money.

Then some shit started running through my head. How Mike would drop Sasha cash all the time. He would just give her money when she talk about how she was struggling. I figured they were just cool. She always said he had big dick. Then a thought about earlier when she said he does so much caine his shit won't get hard. Now I see it. I am so slow I didn't see it before. The way he looked at her sometimes or the way he spoke. I remember the day Mike and I fooled around Sasha suddenly had to go some where really quick and left us alone for a while. Sasha is or has fucked Mike. . Why would someone do that. It accrued to me that the few men that she has introduced me to she has prolly fucked. Sasha has too many levels for me.



The aboveis the lasted Sasha story. Sasha seriously never fails to amaze me. I figured out so much more shit this time. I figured out people who don't play games always get played b/c they don't even think about the game. The don't even think ppl play it and that sets you up for failure. Sasha recently stop talking to me b/c she thought I stole money from her and she didn't want to ask me about it. Why would strong Sasha hesitate to question me about her money. Why just stop talking to me for no reason and give no explanation. Then after a few weeks, she finally tells me what the problem is. If you read my past post about Sasha you will understand now why I cant trust her. The problem is I really like hangin with her. Its like virtual trip through the last urban novel you read. Her life excites me. Everyone knows when you play with fire you get burned. Sasha unber estimates my listening abilites. Now, I'm playing her game and she doesn't know. I'm Out ~Smooches~

Life

I'm dissappointed in myself, b/c I am in damn near the same position I was in 2 years ago. I was so miserable this time 2 years ago b/c I knew this is not how my story was suppose to play out. I have BIG dreams and they are all in my grasp, but I seem to keep missing and falling flat on my face in front of tons of ppl. Its like a reoccuring nightmare. You'd think I could get it right finally. The same scene over and over and it keeps playingout the same no matter how many redos I get. I'm beginning to think I'm afraid to suceed, but that insane. THats all I think about, how life could be if I shoulda coulda woulda. My obseession with past failures are not allowing me to see that the future is what I make it.

I've been reading the palm reading book. It explains the lines on the hand and what they could possible mean. I know this shit is written to sound like someone perhaps, but its really interesting how much the stuff is on point. I guess I really just need to vent a little. Its funny b/c it also said that I am more likely to show my feelings instead of saying them and that I probably keep a journal to get stuff out. I admit I usually don't say how I feel b/c its easier to deal with. IT also say i'm probally a poet and really creative. Yall should check it out if u havent :)

On a lighter not did the bleeps just start on the Boonbocks or am I trippin. "Nab Oprah" was quite hilarious. Charlie Murphy and Samuel L. Jackson were funny as hell. Oh and I love how the "Blame Game" As everyone was calling it during Katrina has started again. Of course this was going to do.'
President Bush was anything less than fully involved," said White House homeland security adviser Frances Fragos Townsend.

LMAO remember when they reported Bush was still at the ranch and didnt cut his trip short for the NATIONAL EMERGENCY.

I'm out ~Smooches~

Game Recongize Game

Sasha was the kinda girl you learned a lot from. She was always about her paper at all cost. She was the girl eveyone underestimated. She was the girl everyone thought they could fuck over. Little did I know Sasha would teach me an important part of the game last night. I hadnt chilled with her in a while, but thats a whole other story. She told me to come through and chill with her. Sasha and I were really close until this little BS went down, so I really missed chilling with her. Watching this girl work was an art form. All I could do was sit back and watch the show.
When I walk into the house I see there are new charcter added to the story now. 2 dudes are there. 1 have met before the other is new. Eventually Sasha and I get some time alone and I ask her as always whats the story on these dudes. Sasha tells me that the one dude that I know is now living with her. She said he was boohooin about he didnt have a place to live so she let him stay. THis isn't suprising. She is truely a really nice person as long as you are down for her and coming up. She then tells me the dude is triffling and doesnt clean up. He has also been smoking her product. Then to put the icing on the cake he just told her she owes him $40 for making change for one of her customers. The problem with that is all her product is gone and all the money is right. So how does she owe him anything. This is mind blowing to me that someone would consider someone else this damn stupid. I mean it is impossible to fuck ova a drug dealer. They are about their paper, but she gives him the money anyway. She knows he is lieing through his teeth, but she still gives him the money. THe automatic question for me was WTH u do that for. She say

"I like playing the game. I wanna see how far he will let it go. Money doesnt mean shit to me. THis is entertainment."

SO I ask her whats up with the other dude.

"He is something to do. He thinks I dont know that he stole my contacts out of my bathroom. I saw this dumbass Nigga at the club with them on. I know my shit and I have bad vision, so I know he couldnt see shit."

I say "Why do you keep him around, if you know he shady?"

She says "Think about this. If the police busted my house today, Who are they most likely to believe? A girl with no serious record or this dude that just got out of jail and is on probation.

I look at her in awe. She says "Its all part of the game. Even when people think they are winning and getting over, they are not. They see me as a dumb ass and think I dont notice this shit, when everything I do is a part of a plan.
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I told this story for a few reason. One Sasha is a bad bitch and this is only one story of how this girls mind works. ITs intriguing to me b/c it is something I would never tolerate. Until this point I think I never really understood Game reconginze Game b/c I dont like playing it. I never play the game b/c it seem like a waste of time or perhaps it b/c I never had the need to. I have always been able to recognize it, but I usually do the opposite of the correct way in handling it. I call you on it and weed you out of my life. Sasha on the other had recognizes it and uses it to her advantage. From now on I'm going to have a Sasha post. I really want to write a book about this chick and the shit she has been through. Her shit gives THe Coldest Winter a run for its money. THe problem is after her telling me all this I dont really trust her anymore. IT also has a lot to do with the incident and us not talking, which I will post about later. . If she plays the games with other ppl why cant she be playing them with me. The problem is street smarts only takes u so far. You know what they say "YOu cant play a playa b.c u will always get played."