Quite a few things on my mind this evening.

Number 1, Brav-fucking-O to The Boondocks Season Three Premier tonite. Well worth the wait. I laughed or course but I was also reminded of the delusional Black folk who voted for the Brother Obama for all the wrong reasons. Best believe I was singin Young Jizzle from the Bottom of the Map as much as everyone else but I made sure I read up on his platform before I stepped in that voting booth. But outside of that, Riley Freeman, per usual, stood and delivered. And he's right, you know. Real niggas DON'T follow directions.

Number 2, this morning I watched all the new episodes of VH1's Nigger Variety Hour (And A Half). IMO, Sonja Norwood got nerve for gettin mad at Bran'Nu and Ray Sr. for One Trick Pony's skripper shenanigans. But it reiterated something I heard a few years ago: "Mothers love their sons and raise their daughters." She is showing mad favoritism. And Bran'Nu got nerve to be rappin. If I wore weave often enough I'd buy whatever brand you got your forehead on but

Stop it.

Chilli gon be single fa-eva if she don't get her mind right. Aint nothin wrong with her standards but her approach is all kinds of wrong. Her negativity shows up 10 minutes to the date before she does.

And last but certainly not least, Basketball Wife(ves)/Divorcees/Baby Mamas. These chicks are silly. And it's not all of them but if your name is associated with the show your reputation is pretty much done for. Some peeps on Twitter were havin a fit (nonetheless still watching) about these chicks' behavior and how it makes the rest of us women look.

I AIN'T WORRIED BOUT THEM BITCHES! A real man will know a real woman aint about that silly bullshit. Point blank. And if a dude got the nerve to think that shit about me he ain't got no business near me ANYWAY.

But alas, lest we forget the reason a lot of chicks act silly in the first place.....A MAN. That dude Eric Williams?? Jennifer....babe....you gotta do better. You not ready to divorce him but you DON'T KNOW if you're still in love with him?! You gotta want better for yourself babe! I understand being used to your lifestyle and being reluctant to let that go, but you need to stop crying or step out! Be like Kelis and get that nigga for all he's worth if it's that deep but come on yo....gettin mistreated by a dude that looks like Grimace?! Aint enough money in the world. Dick better be the size of my leg for me to take that kind of shit. And good dick really is a dime a dozen. I don't know any chicks who've had more bad sex than good. So....yeah.

I also said this earlier, you tend to attract people of the same substance as yourself. So ladies if you keep pissin and bitchin and moanin about "aint shyt" niggas then you need to find the "aint shyt" in yourself that draws these Eric Williams cats to you like magnets. Same for you fellas. Don't cry about her bein a hoe if you need savin yourself.

........

I won't be a bitch and blog about last night. I'm better than that.

Well no, not really.

But I still won't do it cuz friends do fucked up shit and as long as it's not something like killing your dog or some shit like that, it deserves to be forgiven.

HOWEVER

I will never make that trip again.

Meanwhile, guess who's insured again bitches?!?!?!?! Bout to go throw myself in front of a bus and then pull out my Kaiser card. "Hmpf. Get to work muhfuckas."

Otherwise aint nuffin goin on but the rent. So until next time...

**Seacrest Out**

What In The Kriss Kross Hell?

Why the fuck is Chris Brown rappin? Is these niggas twins? The fuck is really hood?

LOL @ the Kat Stacks reference tho.

....The Hell Was I Thinking?

Hahahaha. Reading some of my posts below and laughing at myself. I was experiencing such an overwhelming feeling of unrest that I was ready to do ANYTHING to change the game! Going to school for dental hygeine?! I mean it really wasn't so out of the question but anyone that knows me knows that I can't STAND school. I love to learn but I hate the work that goes along with it. I guess that makes me lazy but at least I have the desire to enlighten and uplift myself, so as to not be the same woman today that I was yesterday. I'll read up on things that I feel I should know more about like the electoral college or the housing market or some shit.

But shit....dental hygeine? Joke's on you bitch.

Janelle Monae ft. Sir Lucious Leftfoot - TIghtrope

This video hit the net about 3 weeks ago and I just cannot seem to get enough.....

I never fully understood the tux-and-saddle shoes look until her recent Honey Magazine interview (courtesy of Necole Bitchie):

"What does your closet look like? Is the tux really your daily uniform?"

“Exactly like that. I bathe in it, I swim in it, and I could be buried in it. A tux is such a standard uniform, it’s so classy and it’s a lifestyle I enjoy. The tux keeps me balanced. I look at myself as a canvas. I don’t want to cloud myself with too many colors or I’ll go crazy. It’s an experiment I’m doing. I think I want to be in the Guinness Book of World Records.”

I can dig it.

I Love My R Double E E....

Courtesy of my daily dose of fuckery, Crunk + Disorderly

Semi-Charmed Kinda Life

I say this every time I come back here but I swear I'm gonna start blogging more often!! But in the meantime....

Dating is frustrating.

You meet a guy, through a mutual friend, work, pumpin gas on New York Ave., or through a social network. Pick your poison.

So you and said Sir hit it off. GREAT conversation, similar interests, and, lest we forget, the ever-important mutual physical attraction. Every night you tell yourself: "Just chill out. Don't over-analyze it, let it flow. Don't have any expectations...whatever is meant to be will be." But lo and behold, what happens? You catch feelings for Sir. And why wouldn't you? He's intelligent, articulate, carries himself in a respectable manner, and overall seems like a decent guy. A hot commodity, because you and every other woman with an I.Q. higher than a Barbie knows his type is hard to come by. He knows it too. But in this case, that's not even the issue.

The issue is, it just isn't there. Or shall we say, he's just not THAT into you. Yeah you all had your fun, a few good times, but that's it. Nobody's done anything wrong to any body else, and you had the good sense not to have sex with him. It just didn't work out. It sucks, yes, but you lick your wounds, pick yourself up, and get on with your life.

And the vicious cycle continues.

THEN, you've got your raggedy ass ex tryna weasel his tired ass back into your life. Or the not-so-raggedy ex tryna make his comeback like Jordan wearin the 4-5, willing and ready to give you everything you wanted and needed while you were together. And being the intelligent and ever-evolving woman that you are, you've grown since then. You want more. You need more. You deserve more. So neither one of those are the look you're going for. But the look you are trying to achieve, the ideal ensemble, isn't available in your size! You can't win for losing!

But as frustrating as this process may be, I refuse to give up. I believe each one of these men have come into my life for a reason, of course. The MEN. Not the boys that invite me out on my birthday to the bar, but not to buy me a drink (Let's not and say we did, okay?). Or the the ones that steal a pair of jeans from the mall. Nigga....YOU'RE 24!!! If you can't afford them, that's fine. But STEALING CLOTHES with two sources of income and 6 years of college under your belt (maybe that's the problem)?! FUCK OUTTA HERE!!

*Ahem*

I digress.

Like I was saying, I know each one has been placed to teach me and help me grow to become a better woman....COOL! But dammit can yall devise a new lesson plan?? Cuz this shit is getting real old, real quick!

I bet you think this post is about you....don't you? DON'T YOU?!