I see SO much stupid shit on a daily basis and I never document it. (What's wrong with me? This is what bloggers DO!!) So I decided to hit you all with some of the various thoughts that meander through my mind. lol
~People...if you're gonna rant and rave. Talk DOWN to folks. Or simply 'act' intelligent...USE THE DAMN SPELL CHECK! Damn near EVERY browser has it. Please don't be the one (or the 1 millionth) fool to say you're in school and misspell grammar school words...over and over! I'll take your diss a lot more seriously if I'm not red-penning your whole comment! As someone said to me once (jokingly) "Before you set it off...get a Speak N Spell". lmao
~I get so sick of the glammed up "barbies and kens" of the world thinking because they're thin and apply flawless make up that they get to bash the "imperfect" crowd. (I ain't "hating" either...have you seen me? lmao j/k) Maybe you're NOT "ugly" chick, but your personality sucks jungle ass. I'm giving out free STFU coupons EVERY DAY...just ask me. You don't get to bash people and then say someone's hating when they come back for your ass. #YouAskedForIt #YouGotIt #Toyota *lmao* (c) April in Paris w/Billy Crystal & Debra Winger
~Kinda sorta maybe speaking of some big folk...being a big woman, I gotta tell ya. Big girls? You're not making it very hard for the "barbies and kens" to clown you/us...when you come out of the house looking HORRIBLE! Spandex is NOT our friend...unless you're covering up the extra areas that are unbecoming. You don't have to dress in a burlap sack, but find out how to dress for your shape. See what is flattering and go from there. The new style is nice. Stretch leggings or skinny jeans (guffawing loudly) underneath a nice dress or long shirt is cool...as long as you don't look like you're being packaged for Hillshire. #GOMEAT
~*sidebar* I'm such a commercial whore. I love laughing at these dumb ass commercials. Like the Cheez-it one where he says, "NACHO CHEESE" *lmao*...and the Swiffer one, where they have "Hair Club for Brooms" with the po' broom wearing a mop toupee...I have issues. Don't judge me.
~I get a little more than tired of people...no correction, BLACK people telling all of us other Black people of how we shouldn't use the "N-Word". There's a video currently making the rounds on Facebook where a little Black boy, intelligently delivers an oral dissertation on the origins of the word and how we should eradicate this word from our vocabulary. I am VERY proud of his research and his point of view. Yet, I'm all about the flip side of things. If the word "nigger" originates from Niger and is a derivation of our people's heritage...why SHOULDN'T we own the word, and give it positive power? To loose (yes, I meant loose, lol) the word completely is like forgetting where we come from...what our ancestors were. My theory is that the word, this world's politics, the arcane and secret societies that exist in this world will be what it is always..until the razing of it's foundation. This society was built on thievery, slavery, mis-education, and hatred of other cultures. When that is gone...the world will change. Until then, use your info to navigate AROUND the obstacles of ignorance. Unless you have the tools to bulldoze through it, that is...
~Unique is a great thing. It seems that being weird is the new normal. Everyone wants to be defined for what makes them different than the rest. I feel you, to a degree. But, It IS okay to share an opinion with the masses...as long as it IS your opinion. No band-wagoning to avoid debate. Just know, that for all the uniqueness you may behold...you STILL figure into a group of people who think just like you. In this world of infinite knowledge, thought and spirit...no one knows EVERYTHING...so you do share thoughts with others. Thoughts, ideas, etc...are things. They manifest and live within us and bounce among us. Quit with the whole..."I'm different" shit. We get it...damn.
~I wonder how the smart people at my job are the ones being "supervised" and the supervisors are damn dimwits. WTF?
~I'm wondering if I should get on the ball and learn Spanish fluently, so that when Spanish folks talk to me in their language (as they do often) I can blow my OWN mind and know what the hell they're saying.
~Why'd they name it "blog"? What does that mean? Is it short for "beta log"? Should it have been "elog"...kinda how video blogs are called vlogs? #shortbus moment
~Why does my grandma go back and forth between the plot/script and making it real when discussing the soaps? Grandma, please stop saying, "I don't know why they write this plot like this..." and then turn around and say, "Well, he's always been a drunk...that's why". O_O He's not a drunk in REAL life, grandma. ~sigh~ I think senility is setting in. (love you Grandma!!) lol
~Why do I see so many women wearing sleeveless shirts with a FULL afro underneath in their armpits? THEN, they've got the nerve to have white deodorant caked up. They have INVISIBLE deodorants so you can go without the "thick grits in the pits" look. *smh*
~Life is too short to be bitter and mean. Don't snarl at EVERY damn thing. Maybe basking in someone else's happiness can help you get past your own sadness. If not...still...STFU. lmao (but so serious)
~I am SO mad at the "Booty Pop" infomercial. Why are they dancing around like idiots? It's the bomb to have a fake ass? Those things are more deceiving than bras...some "butt man" is gonna be severely disappointed when you get undressed and your ass pops off on the floor ala "I'm Gonna Git You Sucka".
Okay...I'm done for now. My boy Rippa inspired this randomness. I saw him post something random (which he rarely does...he's straight no-chaser)...so thank him on his blog "The Intersection of Madness & Reality".
I'm a lover AND a fighter...I like the folks most don't. I walk to the beat of a drummer....who isn't REALLY in the band, but got the best beats. I am big on love..."I see you" where you're at...hopefully this blog helps you to see me, as well. Either Love me...or leave me alone!
Having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away. - a quote by Dinah Craik