Grinding My Gears!

You know what really grinds my gears...no this isn't like the episode of "Family Guy" where Peter goes off on these rants about what irritates me, but more of my own quirks.

The major thing that can truly get me going is the emphasis of parenting roles and responsibilities. As a mother I am by nature (allegedly) suppose to be all-nurturing of my offspring incapable of being the disciplinarian when the time presents itself. And, the father is suppose to be emotionally incapable of creating a stable emotional and nurturing bond with said offspring.

Am I the only one who sees this as a problem here? Why can't each parent be equally involved in all aspects of the child's developmental process? Who the heck said, "Hey this is the status quot and dammit I like it!" A mother if need be can provide both the emotional and disciplinary elements, but a father cannot be nurturing...WTH!

There is a certain respect I can hold for a man who has managed to maintain a sane sense of what parenting is suppose to be. A man that can be self-sufficient enough to care about the emotional state of their child's and put himself into motion into getting things done. A man that knows their has to be a checks and balances system to raise a healthy, whole-bodied child.

Parenting, is a dual-role is a job that's never done no matter how old the child may be. Sometimes it becomes a singular role with the loss of one parent. How must a child feel when Mommy provides all their emotional needs is no longer available and Dad never quite grasped the concept of what "compassion" is suppose to mean. Or when a child loses their father, is discipline suppose to stop at that point? Are they never to be corrected because the person who held the disciplinary torch has passed on?

My whole gripe with this situation is, at any moment we can lose the parent to a child. It happens everyday. And everyday families are left with de-funct ways to cope and deal with not only their major loss and heartbreak, but the balance that once was in the household.

I encourage my friends and family alike to share those roles. Don't let the other parent off so easily, try to learn some of their parenting techiniques. That way if you are unfortunate to lose the other parent, you can always go "Well, I did as best as I could. I seen your ... do this so I tried to follow in their footsteps."

O.W.T.O.I.W.T.N.

We’ve all heard it before, you know the saying that has been around since time began…out with the old- in with the new. And for the longest it really didn’t have a significant meaning for me. I have managed to hoard all of my report cards, academic achievements, some toys from my childhood and my sons, pictures, friends, and whatever else I deemed to have sentimental value over the past 26 or so years. I literally didn’t want to let so many things go, but when you are forced to relinquish these things, life takes on a whole new meaning.

Perfect example: I just got out of a 6 year relationship that quite honestly wasn't healthy in retrospect. I was hell bent on making this man the one for me when in all actuality, he wasn't. I was so determined to not be a “baby mama” and raise my child with both of his parents that I didn’t see what I was becoming. I had lost a lot of the joy and essence about myself and found myself in a truly unhappy place. And I was truly giving my all to someone unworthy of it. So I ultimately had to make a decision about where I wanted to be in my life and I chose alone. I was sent on a whirlwind of emotions from enraged, to mad as hell, to eventually saying forget it.

And in the process of all this madness and confusion I found a true friend. A man who wasn’t looking at me as some vulnerable woman who he could use at his discretion and throw me away as trash, but a man with integrity and a true respect for women. We started off as friends back in April and we’ve developed a wonderful foundation that I honestly only would have left as friendship foundation if I would have stayed in my prior relationship. He’s been my boyfriend a little over a month now. I have absolutely never been happier in my life. A friend of mine seen us together recently and she mentioned that I was absolutely glowing. She had never seen me so happy before and I have known her almost 3 years. That’s a testament to the dark space that I once occupied.

I thought about going back to my previous relationship during the break-up, but why? I wouldn’t gain anything from it. It would be the same routine and unhappiness that was there. It was my comfort zone, the only way I seen me staying close to my child more so anything or anyone less. But, I chose the new, not because it was new, not because I was in a rush to be in a new relationship, but because for once my head isn’t the leader in this matter. I followed my heart.

I could have found anyone on this planet, but no one gives me the feelings that I have with him. The same respect and admiration I have for him is given in return, consistently. With him I am not afraid, confused, or let down. It is pure unadulterated happiness.

So trust me when I say, that saying “Out with the Old- In with the New” has a meaning. I found mine and hope you all find yours too.

P.S.
Just because you split from the father of your child, regardless of marital status, you are not a baby mama, you are the mother of a child(ren)and that is a title no one can ever take away from you.

Where The Heck Have I Been?

Sorry, I disappeared for damn near 2 years. Quite honestly I didn't want to blog about anything, let alone share it. But, now I am back and with the support of an uber awesome boyfriend and great friends I am hopping back into the blogosphere to share my opinions again.

My Business

Okay, all too often I hear people talking about their "business," people all in their "business,” and people telling their "business." But what exactly constitutes your business? Please explain that to me.

For instance, if you and I do something, anything together, be it discussing sexual history or things we want to try, isn't this just as much of my business as it is yours? Or does this only apply to those in relationships? If it only applies to those in relationships is there some sacred code in place that says I shouldn’t discuss the issues of you and me?

There is something I just don’t understand about the whole concept. Now I don’t condone just walking around telling people things that you have heard or may know just because. Some things happen in private that should only EVER be shared between the two of you. There is a certain level of understanding in that fact. However, things that affect me, affect me and I have all the right to discuss them with whom I please (in a tactful way of course, no names given). Now on one hand I could see how someone wouldn’t want anyone they don’t know that well to know anything displeasing about them. I can also see how it would make you uneasy that a stranger now has a certain disposition in the way they may or may not feel about you. I can also understand that conversations held with your significant other are held with the expectancy of complete trust and confidence.

My big beef with the whole thing is that people are always quick to say someone is in their “business” and they already have involved someone in their business, the other person.

It bewilders me when people in the public eye, especially men, cheat or do something they have no business doing then have the nerve to say the other person shouldn’t be all up in their “business.” Get a grip for one; you’re in the public eye. The only business you have is that that only involves you and only you. If you cheat on your wife and the other woman is being spiteful for whatever reason, I say tell it all girl. Then maybe some of these trifling people will keep their “business” where it should be.

Bottom-line is no one will ever have someone out of their “business.” Unless, you fell from the stars and knew of no one on this planet. But then again, you will be talked about because you aren’t from here, etc. Don’t get mad if everyone is all in your “business” because you could use that opportunity to educate someone on things they may or may not know. OR….. Drop off the face of the planet and after a while people will forget about you and your business.

In the Rain

The weather is overcast. The roads are slick with rain, oil, antifreeze and whatever else the jerk ahead of you just threw out of their window. And here you are, driving a steady pace and concentrating on the road. Then it happens...some dumb idiot drives past you doing 90mph in the rain as if it were a bright and sunny day. A funny thing happens when rain and speeding mix...its called "hydroplaning" bitch (sorry for all intensive purposes add that in there for dramatic flair).

Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I hate people who do this. If you really wanna raise your car insurance and ruin your car by all means do so. I mean who really wants to get somewhere safely? Jeez, there's always a couple douche bags that will pull this mess as if visibility isn't limited enough. Maybe they have some secret about driving faster in the rain that the world should be let in on, I don't know, but it irks the heck outta me.

Driving from work today some too fast and delirious driver flies by me doing at least 100 for no freaking reason at all (about a mile or so later this arse is driving somewhat slower.,..probably spotted a cop) and changes lanes without using a signal or anything almost causing an accident.

Why can't we be patient? Is there some special feeling you get knowing the trip to the ER is going to cost you and arm and a leg (sometimes literally)? I would much rather have someone drive at snails place and make it safely, than to haul ass down the road potentially endangering the lives of other.

Taking Me Back

Quite some time ago I kind of lost myself. I lost hold of the things that made me happy, but now I am taking them back. And more importantly I am taking me back. I can't love someone wholeheartedly if I don't love myself the same way. Its nice to do things for people as long as you aren't taken for granted. So I am gonna start by taking back my vaninja (sounds super cool). I have been inspired by a close friend to take the journey of abstinence and have been warned all too many times that the journey will be anything but easy. It is just something that I have to be strong-willed on (learning that too. She confuses things and makes things complicated so once I shut her down I can begin to get myself all the way together.)

I am taking my heart back not from love but from everything else especially pain and disappointment. Any love previously felt isn't going away but I need to focus more on loving me. Someone once asked me "what do you like" and the question which should have been relatively easy, stumped me. How could I not know what I like? How could I just float along and presumably make others happy while ignoring myself? So I am gonna start planning myself some time for myself to find and enjoy things. Who knows maybe I will find myself a hobby that will last longer than a week.

And I am most definitely taking back my emotions especially anger. I need to heal completely and stop letting old wounds reopen. I have to let some of this anger and resentment go completely. I am just going to take me back if I want to be the woman I picture me to be. I was never healed to begin with so how is it that I expect perfect happiness in my life?

Guess What...You ARE NOT a Thug!

THIS IS NOT GANGSTA!





Whats with the fascination of being attempting to show they are gangsta. Newsflash, you are not. Is it really that hard to just be yourself? Everyone claims to not care what others think of them yet some go out of their way to prove themselves. WTF? I wonder if they ever walk around and ask "What do I think of myself?" Gangstas have short life spans and no 401Ks, heck they don't have insurance...who in their right mind wants that life? Its especially annoying when all of these so-called gangstas are young, hell even old black men. That is so depressing, we are constantly losing our good leaders, strong black men who are capable of doing great things but they get caught up in the bullshit and we lose them either to death or prison.

Just because you watch a couple movies and listen to some Tupac cds, then imitate what you and hear see does not, i repeat, DOES NOT make you gangsta. It makes you an idiot. You can't study for your classes in school but you can study to get a persona of ill repute. Are you kidding me? And when in the world did people , especially families think this kind of behavior is acceptable? There is a difference in a child with behavioral issues and a child with psychological issues is... wait no there isn't an issue, they need their ass beat period.

We need to go back to the 60s and 70s when you didn't mess up or try any foolishness or the neighborhood would unite with their belts and commence the ultimate ass whoopin challenge with you as the guest star. Boy I tell ya back in the days when people were concerned with the well-being of others.

Relationships: When Love Isn't Enough

Why is it that love seems so simple when you are younger? You think that it conquers all and that with it anything is possible. It is but then you mis emotions, egos, and logic from both the man and the woman and poof there goes the relationship. So why stick around if you want something more, if you crave something more? Is it because we easily fool ourselves into believing things will change for the better and that rough patches come and go? Or is it because your both too scared to start over?

The older I get the more I understand that love isn't enough and what I really want out of a man. I want romance, passion, conversation, more of the little things that show you are thinking about me. I don't want to stay in a relationship that seems to be running in place. I don't want to have to raise emotional walls again because of what you have said or done. I shouldn't have to decide if I want to share my feelings or keep them to myself because I shouldn't have to do that. I want to be sensitive, show that I have a vulnerable side, cry because I am happy or sad, but I don't have that joy. It seems like my heart went from being totally open to closing itself off again. I guess its my subconscious tell me something better change.

What I do know is that I need some time to love on myself for a change and stop offering so much of myself without any reciprocation. Not saying that I am not being loved back, just that I can't see it. I'm tired!

The College Experience...I Got Hosed!

I must have watched entirely too much of "A Different World" growing up because I was completely blindsided by the college experience. I found very few friendships worth maintaining beyond their expiration date because lets face it...everyone is not and will not be your friend. Now for a naturally friendly person imagine how I felt when I figured this crap out. I meet people and put my best foot forward in being there when they need me and never turning my back on them even when they deserve it. I never have an agenda when meeting someone because that is just lame and brings on bad karma. I try not to talk about people behind their backs and if I have and they ask me about it I let them know what I said. Its no secret so why lie about it? Lets just say I was displeased with a lot of things.

There are two parts of the college life that are suppose to exist: the social life and the student life. The social life was okay at first. Fresh in college so everyone met and alleged friendships started instantly. But then shit happens and friends disappear. I swear to Beavis that stuff is annoying. I now know why some people are loners, lol. But me being the social butterfly that I am I continue to make and lose friends like there is no tomorrow. I thought college was the place where you met and made friends for life, I made a few and I am grateful. Most of my friends are guys [chicks are spawns of everything evil, not sugar and spice like the rhyme says, most are anyways but thats another post] they rock and I love em for it. I joined every damn group on campus with the exception of like 2 and by the end of senior year I was in none, lol.

And that brings me to the student life. I took a butt load of courses that I have now deemed useless in my career...a few have been excluded but the rest were just a waste of my money. College doesn't even expose you to what the work force has to offer or at least mine didn't. I hate learning theories, teach me something thats going to make me a valuable employee and show my true potential. I studied my tail off for many things that are out dated and not even used in the workforce now. I should have taken up something useful like cheese appreciation now theres something I can use, just kidding. Oh well, hopefully Grad school will be alot better.

I've come to the point where I need to wash my hands of a situation. I have to put it in the hands of the Lord and continue to pray for the soul of someone close to me.

You know I got a disturbing message the other day and it has haunted my memories since I heard it. So I stopped and did the only thing that came to mind...I prayed. I prayed for her soul to heal, her mind to get right, and her situation to improve. I prayed the no-good friends she had moved on so she could focus on what's best for her.

I think I came to peace with the fact that I cannot help no matter how hard I have tried. No matter how good and heart-felt the advice was given it wasn't accepted nor appreciated. I finally let go and let God and now the worries that once ran through my mind are gone. Nightmares don't and can't haunt me day and night anymore. I gave it to God and he is the best of all.

So my prayer is for my sister Gabrielle. I pray that she realizes that she has more potential than she gives herself credit for. I pray that she gets her education back on track and graduate. I pray that she stop doing things that are destructive to both her mind, body, and soul. I pray that she gets her priorities straight and realizes her true worth. I pray that she find prosperity in a job she loves. I pray that she finds God again and turn her back on the devil. I pray that she realizes what her family has been trying to get through to her: we really do care and love you and nothing is given to you unless you truly work for it or at least show that you are trying. I pray that she stops dealing with these losers who don't understand her worth, strength, or emotion. I pray that she gets herself together before she finds herself in a situation that is more detrimental to her than she can handle. I pray that all the anger and hatred she feels is replaced with love and patience. I pray that God changes her soul for the better and brings her closer to him so he can guide her in her decisions and gets her life on the right track.

Save Yourself and The Ones You Love!

The world is going straight to hell and it seems as though no one cares. Everyone only seems to care about money or how something is going to effect their money. What happened to caring for your family and friends? What happened to caring about each other? Nobody seems to care and it sucks because we are only hurting ourselves and the ones we love.

You can't watch the news at all because the first 30-45 minutes is about how someone was killed, stabbed, injured, maimed, blown up, or otherwise harmed by violence. I guess we all need to get together and pray for the world to get right, help those who we know aren't right, and pray for mercy because we are really gonna need it

Driving...Just Do It

So, this morning I am driving to work and presumably almost taken off this planet by some asshole trying to drink coffee, smoke a cigarette, text, and read his newspaper (Slightly exaggerated). Needless to say I was pissed because this fuck faced bastard has the nerve to be driving a fucking pickup truck the size of Oklahoma. Okay well maybe not that big but you get the point. Why can't people just drive? Multitasking is not something you should do on the road, especially when it may involve my car insurance going up.

I cannot stand this shit. It really gets my blood boiling. My boyfriend does this shit and it irritates the hell outta me. We are driving down a 4 lane highway and someone send him a stupid text and he just has to reply. And its not the fact that he replies but his phone has the full fucking keyboard on it so he has to look down and type out whatever the hell he wants to say and its never a one word response, sometimes it a whole fucking paragraph. When people text me while driving, I send back one word responses driving ( keys 3-7-4-8-4-6-4: it have the suretype function on my phone) I can do this without even looking and could care less about what the actually text said.

But I have been guilty of texting and driving before. I drifted off into another lane responding to a joke someone sent me and the reply I sent back. Almost running off the road was enough to scare my ass straighter than newly permed hair. Now I just drive with a blank stare listening to my T.I. and every now and then talk on my speakerphone.

Back on My A Game

Alright I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack. I have some fresh new things to rant about so enjoy!

I realized

**Sometimes, I wonder through the forest and wonder if every tree that stands was an issue that nature had to get around or are the trees protecting the real beauty of the forest deep inside ~Me**

I talked to my dad yesterday for about 2+ hours. I think this is one of the most critical conversations I have ever had with him and it made me realize alot about myself, my emotions, my grudges, and my heart. I think I have spent the last decade of my life resenting my father and being angered by what he has has done to me emotionally and mentally. And now that he has gotten older and been through some very troublesome times he has apologized for the small amount of time he spent with me and for stopping our bond from growing all the stronger because he was too busy chasing booty around the state of Michigan. But I think the most of my hatred came from my childhood and his role in not protecting me. Even though he and my mother split up I still believe he should have been a better father and maybe I wouldn't have been molested for those 2 years by my babysitters. If he would have stepped in and came to see me more and pick me up just so we could hang out, then maybe some of the horrible things I went through wouldn't have happened.

So now I have grown into this young woman who on the outside seems as bright as the sun. But on the inside I am plagued with turmoil, resentment, and anger because I left from being a little girl who just wanted some attention from her father to a young woman and still finding myself wanting the same thing. It angers me that for years we stayed in the same city and I only seen him on weekends and holidays.I wish he would have taken parenting more serious instead of treating it like a part time job.

But what I must realize is that everything happened to me for a reason. I had to learn to be strong even when I didn't want to be. I had to learn that smiling really does get rid of the pain. I had to learn that bottling up my emotions only gave me two emotions: happiness and rage. I learned to be severely overprotective of my family. And more importantly I had to learn that my father is a man full of faults just as I am a woman full of faults. He has realized his mistakes and has apologized for them. I just have to unburden my heart and actually accept that what happened did indeed happen. But everything that has happened to me in my life has made me stronger, more aware (even when others think otherwise), I have grown an ability to adapt wherever I am. I buried myself in my schoolwork, which in turn made me smarter. I pushed myself to be something more than what others wanted me to be.

The only downfall is that it gave me a distrust in my heart for sometime. And it made my pride so damn great that I wouldn't ask for help even when I really needed it. But I have worked on some of the thing I recognize within me and have tried and prayed that they are fixed and healed. In time I think I will finally and wholeheartedly forgive my father for the pain he has caused in my life and heart

Micro-F-ing-Managers!

Photo Op 1: This guys makes a regular 8 hour shift feel like for-fucking-ever!



I FUCKING HATE MICROMANAGERS! They are the pinnacle of who shouldn't be in charge. Theses assholes walk around all damn day putting themselves in everyone else's business, giving there fucking opinion when no one wants them. They are always trying to take charge even when they don't know what the hell they are doing. I should start a business school and the first course would be designated for micromanagers where the teachers would breathe down there damn neck about any and everything and see how they like it. I have no clue where they picked up their management skills from. You either have faith in your employees or you don't. If you think your employees are incompetent, then maybe you are as well seeing as though managers have a say in who is hired and who is not.



Secondly, when you walk into a room and people scatter like this

maybe you should take the time to evaluate yourself. Its really not that people have things to do, they just don't wanna be around you. Hmmmph, how about that an explanation as to why people run away from you? This is exactly why people work for a company for a couple years and quit to run their own companies.

It really irritates me especially when people micromanage because they want to appear more important than they are. Just because youstand with your stick top on someones shoulder does not make you any more competent than the last asshole to hold the position. Some people actually work well under these conditions and we have a word for them..."children." Thats right chlidren asshole, none of which is a term used to describe me. I am one grown ass woman, so back the hell up and give me my space so I can out-shine, out-think, and out-perform in everything I do.

Oh well, I will have my own business in a few years and I will never hire a micromanger EVER!

Laws of Relationships

Riddle me this: Why is it that we are always attracted to what is the complete opposite of who we are?

Plain Answer: CUS WE ARE IDIOTS! (Just playing)

This is why the divorce rate is so damn high now because people wanna marry the person they are not. Okay well maybe not but I happen to think that it is one of the factors no one has ever looked at. Take me and my guy for example, you are looking at two completely different ends of the spectrum. I am outgoing and he is more reserved. I love to think and plan big, he likes to keep things simple. I love to spend all my money, he believes in saving it. I mean the list could go on and on. We have very few things in common yet for some reason we have lasted for 4 years. That's a pretty long time for people to stay together without much common ground. I will say that love and family is a big factor in our relationship, and the fact that we compliment each other fairly well.

I think people get fascinated by learning someone who isn't like them. But what do you do when you have learned all you need to know? Do you give up on it or keep going? So I have come up with my own laws for relationships:

1) If you can keep looking in their eyes and your heart tells you stay do it!
2) If they can accept you for all your faults (IE your crooked smile and morning breath) keep them
3)Smell the pheromones, if you don't mix with them chemically (not drugs either people) keep looking
4) Remember looks fade so really get to know that person because their soul could be what you love about them!
5) Work to create a common ground
6) The woman is always right even when she is wrong!

My Political Moment

Wow, these two have causes quited the ruckus these past couple of months. They have made it hard for people to choose if they want to vote for the first woman President, first African American President or the war vet ( who I have deemed as Satan's brother, McCain). Now in the beginning I had not made a choice whether my vote would be for anyone. I listened as all spoke, yes even the anti-Christ McCain, but the one person that stood out the most was Barack Obama. And despite what small-minded individuals believe his race has nothing to do with my vote. Don't get me wrong, I would be proud if one day we had a minority as President but that wasn't my deciding factor. I watched how they all conducted themselves, listened to their messages, and the amount of passion they had for what they believe in.

I will never in my life vote for Hilary Clinton, EVER! She comes off as too desperate, too arrogant, to snobby, and I really think she believes she is entitled to be the Presidential nominee because her husband did such a good job in the White House. She talks about her experience, but last time I checked Bill was the one with Presidential experience. If elected are we gonna have them as President? Her own husband said it is on the job training, so what the hell is she talking about with this experience nonsense? The one thing Hilary does have over Obama is the fact that she has more friends and connections to people in D.C. She has people who owe her favors and people she owes favors! Which ultimately is her biggest downfall, I want someone upright who isn't concerned with doing business with friends. I want someone who is doing business because they believe this is the better choice.

Barack Obama has my vote 1000%! He is an up front and honest man. He came out and told everyone about things he has done in the past because it shouldn't be an issue with deciding your vote. And I love the fact that he doesn't stoop to some of these politicians extremely low levels with the belittling and what have you. Not only does this man have a plan, but it is a realistic plan. I don't want another President who came from a family of wealth. I don't want one who never actually had to work but was given a job based on his family and who they are friends with. I want someone who is humble, strong, and intelligent. I found those qualities in Obama!

Obama 08'

Family Failures

Why do families always chose to support the best and the brightest out of the bunch? They go through all of this hoopla to make sure the gifted in the family are recognized but fail to do so with other family members? I guess everyone wants to brag to say hey I had a hand in that child's life and look where they are now. But, I never see the same time spent on those who are considered the troubled ones, who need the attention, love and support the most? It hurts my heart that families do this and then don't want to help said person(s) when they want to change. A families success story is just as important as the ones they consider failures. It starts early, no child or even people learn or think the same; their thought processes are different. Yet no one wants to be that guiding light for those whose talents need a little more polish than others.

Take me for example, very deep things would be affecting me and I buried myself in my school work so I didn't have to think about them and I could preoccupy myself that way. I was always looked at as the good student of the bunch and everyone had (still have) high hopes for me. Everyone wants to say look I gave her that helping hands, I did this I did that. My sister on the other hand is an incredible writer and most of our family wouldn't know that because she is considered the one who is hard-headed, stubborn, a trouble-maker, etc. It just would be nice if she would have gotten the same attention as I and maybe she would be a little better off.

Kind of pisses me off because I recognized us being treated differently when we were younger and brought it to the attention of one of my family member's to which she replied " (Sister's Name) is doing that to herself, she is responsible for her own actions, so no I am not willing to extend my hand out to help her" or something like that. Now I don't disagree that my sis is responsible for her own actions but responsibility is something I don't think falls onto just one person. People should be there along the way to point out why what you did was irresponsible and the repercussions it has without being condescending and rude!

I'm a Woman, So That Must Mean I am Helpless!

Hey, guess what I found out? I am not capable of defending myself so therefore I need a man to do so. Yeah Bullshit, I know! On one hand I can understand a friends of loved ones concern with me having so many male friends and how friendly I am with EVERYONE. However, I would greatly appreciate it if once they found out about any of my new friends that I wasn't reduced to this helpless female incapable of taking care of and protecting herself. Granted women are attacked and raped on the regular, why should I live in fear of people around me, especially when I refuse to do so.

I told my boyfriend and one of our good friends about a couple new guy friends that I met and they both jumped on the defensive, "Oh where you meet him at?" and "I need to meet him so I can find out what his intentions are". So of course I am like 1) neither one of yall my damn daddy (yeah I resorted to that) 2) where is all this concern when I am out shopping at night by my-damn-self 3) why aren't you concerned about all the friends I make ( women are scandalous too) and 4) when was not able to judge people on my fuckin own?

I don't choose to look at all people I meet with distrust. I'm not afraid of letting people know me because that is who the hell I am, ME. I am not as naive as people believe me to be I just don't jump up and yell bullshit when someone says something suspect. We all know its bullshit so why point out the obvious ya know.

Whats kept me somewhat safe for so long is the fact that I follow my gut instinct and don't think twice about it, and the fact that I always have something that can be used as a weapon when need be. I have always held my own because I learned very long ago survival is something that you must do. I have survived alot, so trust me when I say reducing me to some in dire need, damsel in distress is far from something that I am not. I may not be the strongest but if I feel that I am any type of dangerous situation whomever is pitted against me gonna have one hell of a time.

Sweetheart that's not cute!...vol.2

Ladies Edition:
Okay, so now we have to address people's clothing habits. I think that it is absolutely inappropriate for a woman to wear jeans and there is flesh hanging over or bulging out of said clothing. Sweety no one wants to see your muffin tops mmm'kay.

Jeans that are visibly too tight are not attractive either. KNOW your shape, point blank. For example, if you have a big butt don't wear low rider jeans. Low rider jeans, they were not created for you and will not fit you properly which leaves you flashing your crack whenever you sit, squat, or bend over. Trust me people don't really wanna see that. In fact when I do see that it causes me to vomit just a lil.

If you have no butt, don't wear apple bottom jeans. Those jeans were created for a select few and chances are they didn't have you in mind when they did. Now if they created a flat back or wide back jeans you'd be the prime candidate for those.

And lord don't get me started on shirts. If you are extremely top heavy don't wear shirts that are v-cut. It looks like you stuffed to hams down the front of your shirt. This is no where near attractive. Now I know some of you can't help it, but you can buy better shirts and things more flattering to your figure.

The moral of the story is don't ruin pretty clothing with your figure because you can't put an outfit together!