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Induced Labor, Chancletas and Red Balls

2006-09-25T22:44:00.000-04:00

'Kay. First I'd like to say I'm back. Second I'd like to say I know you're happy.
Third, I'd like to say...

What in the blue hell is this? Your boy Cam, the Pink Panther ... in all his fabulosity had the nerve to talk about Jay wearin Chancletas, but he's seen here freely dangling his limp wrist around this...guy *?* (who looks reminiscent of a homosexual christmas tree, coincidentally). HAAAAATED IT! Look at his coy smile in the first picture. Awww! It's so endearing that I almost didn't throw up in my mouth! I knew there was somethin a lil...eh, FLASHY about Cam. All that pink for nothin? Pffft, you cant pull the red skirt over my eyes! Far be it from me to judge though...you know Nique loves the kids. Especially the gay ones! I think its ~~fagulous~~ fabulous!

Whoo. Deep breath. Tomorrow mornin at 6am, I'll be gettin my Labor Induced...I know, interestin stuff huh? No, I'm not scared & no, I'm not excited. I'm ready to get this damn party started, so I can have my body back. FYI: Bein pregnant is SO not the hotness.

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HI, HATERS.

2006-09-08T12:21:00.000-04:00

HI, HATERS.

Yeah. I don't think I'll be updatin this thing for quite a while. I'm still gonna lurk to other blogs though. I'm not really feelin the blogosphere right now. Theres waaay too much goin on in my life. I'm still a My Space junkie though, go figure.

...It wouldn't feel right without that.

Peace Folks.

Damn

2006-09-03T22:44:00.000-04:00

Damn

My homeboy passed away today. They were at the lake doin the labor day celebration thing, and he was in the water and caught a cramp in his leg and drowned. From what I hear, our other boys tried to help him but he was panickin so bad that he almost drowned them too. So...another funeral, and I said I wasn't goin to no more but...*sigh*. This is just kinda crazy to me...its weird when you JUST talked to someone or JUST thought about em and then they're gone like that? I hadda blog this one out. Sorry for the morbidity. ..R.I.P 'Cel.

Its Official!

2006-09-01T03:48:00.000-04:00

Its Official!

Like a referee with a whistle. Countdown starts now, people. Countdown till what? WHAT, YOU ASK? Well, till my amniotic sac breaks and I go into labor. I couldn't say it any better, sorry. So 23 days left. Shit. Sounds long.

Fuckin Kansans...

2006-08-31T21:22:00.000-04:00

FUCKIN KANSANS...

I said it before, and I'll say it again. Kansas must breed dumbasses, I honestly think its somethin in the water. I love my mama more every day because she didn't have me NOWHERE near this state. When my son is born I will NOT let him drink the water here. On My Myspace blog, I wrote about Hurricane Katrina because it was the one year anniversary and there was a couple things I hadda expell from my mind. So I'm readin the comments...and this is one of em...

"i aint tired of hearin about it- i just dont give 2 fucks. cuz it aint affect me in no way. just like that fuckin terrorist attack didn't. cept for the fact gas is high. fuck it. shit happens. im not ignorant, it just aint affect me. but ive also lived in kansas damn near my whole life - so take it however. case & point. fuck the world. i AM the only bitch that matters. =) I liked this blog tho. and im ready for the "fuck melissa you a dumb douche" speech im bout to get from you. but fuck it too. anyway this damn cat is tryin to type for me so ima cut this. 2 kudos even tho u dont care what i think."

Yeah. That pissed me off. How do you say some shit like that? I just don't understand. So I replied with:

"Wow...thats like the stupidest shit anybody ever said. You wouldn't be sayin that shit if a tornado came and blew this country ass-piece of shit-lame-cow breedin-good for nothin-non revenue gainin ass-state away, would you? Shit I'm probably the most selfish person on this planet and if I can muster up enough of a conscience to give a fuck, you should be able to too. So cuz you was born and raised in KS mean you dont give a fuck about when other people is strugglin? C'mon. Thats why I hate livin here ya'll Kansas hicks are so fuckin SLOW. Seriously. That just pissed me off. I'm not tryna give you no speech, I'm just sayin that shit you said truly was ignorant. Now tell somebody from New Orleans that shit you just said and see what happens.

And I'm givin myself two mothafuckin kudos."

This, ladies and gentlemen, is why I fucking hate livin here and I hate all the people here. The amount of ignorance is just bafflin' to me. Like do you honestly think like that? Then justify it because you were born here, lived here all your life and you're most likely gonna die here? Get fucking real. People forget that this is even a STATE. God. I went to the hospital this mornin and they told me my blood pressure was up. I'm sure that added a couple notches to the blood pressure meter! Stupid, stupid ho's.

Wildcards

2006-08-28T01:09:00.000-04:00

Wildcards

Remeber playin Uno? When you had 3 cards left, and your friend had a couple more... so you think you got it in the bag, right? So you throw down that yellow 5 cause you are SO sure thats what you gotta do, and you got 2 cards left, then...outta nowhere, that mothafucka pulls the wildcard on your ass. Now, the wildcard can play to your advantage, or it can fuck you raw with no lube (its usually the latter). Forget life bein a highway (and ridin it all night long), life is one big, long uno game. Only in this uno game, theres more wildcards than regular cards. I thought I had my yellow 5, but it turns out that I'm drawin a wildcard. This mighta been another one of my 'you'll change your mind later' moments. I don't know though. So, I'm sittin on the floor watchin Flavor of Love 2 (yeah, good time to have a epiphany, right?) and I think about how I used to wanna join the Air Force. Yeah. Me. In the Air Force. Stop Laughin. College is good and great and it gives you education and blah-dee-fuckin-blah, but who's to say that when I finish I'm 100% sure that I'll get the job I want or need? Nobody. College is a wildcard. At least if I go in the Air Force I got a definite income, my son'll have benefits and I COULD still go to school. His dad is in the Army and all, but I don't like the whole havin to depend on him to do the right thing by his kid, cause the truth is...he probably wont. Whatever. I don't even know if this is what I really wanna do. It just sounds good. Then again, I don't know about me in ANYBODY's military, cause I don't really do good with discipline...I dunno. I'm still playin uno though, so chances are I'll put that card off to the side and pick up another one sometime soon, cause thats just how you play the game.

Guess Whos Bizzack?

2006-08-26T05:43:00.000-04:00

GUESS WHOS BIZZACK?

As you can see, I switched up the beat of my blog. Maybe that'll get me back into writin on this shit like I'm sposed to. I don't know what inspired the whole bumblebee colors, but I'll be damned if it aint fresh!

Been Lied To..

2006-08-23T05:38:00.000-04:00

I kinda debated about postin my lil poetic justice on here, but fuck it ... I might as well let the world in on a lil half of my mind. It needs it. This one is for my brothas...

Been Lied To

He won't amount to nothin'
A drug dealer, pimp or basketball star
He won't amount to nothin'
Won't be a lawyer with a fancy car
He won't amount to nothin'
Nope. No Ferrari's or Jags
No Maybach with "Number 1 Doctor" on the tags
He won't amount to nothin'
Probably have six kids
Six different women
Y'know how it is
He won't amount to nothin
Oh wait! He can fall back on rap
But...thats only if his demo lands in the right lap
He won't amount to nothin
And he wont try to
He won't amount to nothin
Cuz he's been lied to

What The Fuck Happened?!

2006-08-23T01:24:00.000-04:00

So I watched "When The Levees Broke", that Spike Lee joint on HBO. (As per Teej's publicizin' of the event) and I gotta say...I thought I understood what happened there. I was wrong. Wrong. WRONG. I mean, we had a buncha Katrina victims up here, believe it or not...shit, I even had a boy from the 9th Ward (which is like the most hard hit part of the N.O.), as one of my lil boyfriends, and he was explainin to me about the bodies floatin by them while they were tryna get help, how the helicopters REALLY flew over them and went to rescue "higher priority" (read:rich crackas) citizens. I never imagined the shit was THAT bad though. Spike did a hellofamuthafuckin job with that documentary, it shows what happened from every angle: city government, state government and of course the ~~fucked up ass~~ federal government. It shows how the levees were actually breeched and that the city knew for years and years that them levees were unsafe and couldn't stand up to a category 5 hurricane, actually I think the highest it could stand to was a category 3. Then they told about how some people think the levees were blown deliberately to flood out the 'less desirable' parts of town and save the 'better' parts. (you know the conspiracy theorist in me believes that shit). It tells about Hurricane Betsy in 65, and compares Lyndon Johnson to Bush's ol redneck, oil pillagin, life ruinin, unjustified war carryin' out ass...how Johnson stood in the streets and talked to the people and how Bush flew over the site in a plane. A FUCKING PLANE. Didn't set his feet on that ground until WAY later. Until the streets were fuckin' dry. I didn't know all of that. I dont understand how a person like him can still be in office, after all the shit thats gone down since he became president. It truly baffles me that nobody cared enough to question his tactics until it was too late everytime...from 9-11 to the war in Iraq,and especially to Katrina where you had 80% of a city under water, people dyin of dehydration, exhaustion and all types of shit waitin for help. It makes no fuckin sense that the richest country in the world couldn't send out SOME type of federal aid to these people within less than 5 days. Babies with no food. Lil kids watchin their parents die. You have to ask your self really, what the fuck was goin on? I said this from jump, that if that shit woulda happened in Beverly Hills or somefuckinwhere, they woulda been there quicker than you can say "Fuck them nigras". I promise. Anyway, if you didn't catch it...make sure you do the next time it comes on (Teej has that info on his blog, so go check him out). I'm through writin this blog, cuz I feel one of my lil revolutionary minded critiques comin on and I know nobody wants to read that lol. They'll NEVER get me to drink the kool-aid!

I Have No Idea What To Title This ...

2006-08-20T10:12:00.000-04:00

My best friend got murdered 6 years ago. He was in an apartment and they were baggin up weed and some nigger (i fully mean that word in the disparaging way, too)shot him in the head over a dime of fuckin weed that he didn't wanna pay my friend for. Yeah. Now, if you think thats the worst of it, it's not. At Mikhails funeral, the nigger(s) who ~~allegedly~~ killed him showed up. Me and my homegirl were sittin second row, and we heard some niggas bumblin and stumblin through the funeral home and one of em distinctly said "Whatcha'll lookin at us for? WE aint kill the nigga" to a couple people who was lookin at them I guess. I never ever in life had seen/heard no shit like that at a funeral. My best friend in the entire world was layin up in a casket (open) with his head swollen to the point of no recognition, you could barely even tell it was him...and these bitch ass niggas came and disrespected him. Mikhails brother tried to get at them, and I believe if his Moms wasn't there to hold his hand he woulda did somethin SERIOUS. Security escorted them out. Anyway. Last night I had a dream about Mikhail...this shit was different though. It really, truly, 100% felt REAL. We were sittin in my room, in the dark talkin like normal. He told me I was gonna be a good Mom, and he was lookin at this bassonette I have in my room. We talked about his lil sister (whom I happened to see yesterday mornin at the store) too. The shit that kinda makes me feel weird about this dream is, it didn't feel like a dream. Cuz when I woke up, I SWEAR my room smelled like Jordan cologne (ya'll remember the Jordan cologne right? lol), and I wasn't sad or anything. Cuz I've had dreams about him before and I'd wake up and just go into tears. Come to think of it, I haven't had a dream about him in like a year. Now, I don't believe in ghosts or no crazy mess like that...I do, however, believe in spirits (i.e. God)...does that make sense? My mama said he was visitin me. What do YOU think?

Speed Bloggin

2006-08-17T14:36:00.000-04:00

Aight. This just crossed my mind, and I hadda let it out.

So they found JonBenets killer supposedly? That's just grand. Super. So why in the fuck is Biggie and Pac's murders still unsolved with no suspects?

Evil?

2006-08-14T13:41:00.000-04:00

People tell me I'm evil all the time. I usually say somethin along the lines of "I don't give a fuck", or "Fuck you" when I reply. Does that make me evil? Does it make me evil that I don't enjoy doin stuff for people that I KNOW wouldnt do it for me? Maybe it makes me evil cause if somebody asks me to tell them the truth, I tell them the whole uncut-unfiltered and usually unwanted truth. Could it be cuz I don't take no bullshit from ANYBODY? Then again I guess it's cause I use sarcasm like oxygen. Oh! I guess I'm evil cuz I say what I'm thinkin ...even when nobody wants to hear it, or if it has nothin to do with anything...example someone could say "Its nice weather out here huh?", and I could reply with "I like Doritos", I say it like it comes to my head. Or maybe I'm evil cause people are just some ol punk pussies who dont wanna hear the truth and cant accept me for who I am, even though I'm probably the dopest individual they'll ever get to come close to in their borin' ass lives...nah. Or maybe, its cuz I don't give a fuck that they feel that way. That cant be it. Can it?

OH, and I keep playin Isley Brothers "Between the sheets" for some reason.

The Blog Tip..

2006-08-11T19:50:00.000-04:00

I'm gettin kinda sluggish on the blog tip, people. I don't know what it is, lately I had a buncha shit to talk about...but just didn't have the inclination to blog it. I been readin everybody elses though. I know I scared a couple people to shits the other night cause I thought I was in labor. I'm tombout fuckin stomach cramps, I had the burst of energy you're sposed to get and all of it. It was a false-a-fuckin larm...went to the hospital, they just said that "these things happen sometimes". I was so pissed that I wanted to stick my hand up my holy grail and pull *Nasir out. Yeah. That serious. September 24th is the date folks. I doubt it'll go that long though. Anyways, just wanted to put people up on game, I'm alive and well, and still dope as hell. Peace.

* Nasir is the official name of my unborn Prince.

Mind Arrangement...

2006-08-09T00:24:00.000-04:00

Okay. I got sixty-eleven thoughts rollin around in my head and I hate endin my day like that.

1. Janice Dickinson has gotta be like...the funniest white bitch on the planet "Holler back bitch!" =classic. oh yeah, and shes fab-u-fuckin-lous!
2. if we can make all these plans to end war in the middle east, why cant we use that same damn brain power to withdraw from Iraq?
3. and whatever happened to the "War on drugs"?
4. Claudia Chairrez is SO fucking fabulous to me!
5. yes, she is a man!
6. you do not show up at my house unnanounced.
7. especially if i decline your phonecalls.
8. twice.
9. and ignore your text messages.
10. thrice.
11. and i havent spoken to you since january
12. september just ain't comin fast enough
13. today, when i got out the shower...i looked at myself in the mirror and i seriously, truly, and forreal-ly got turned on by my reflection
14. i know right?
15. its gonna be 104 degrees tomorrow
16. i dont think its even that hot in hell!
17. and this mothafuckin fly keeps buzzin around...
18. even though i hate cassie, her song "long way to go" is in my head
19. am i the only one who aint bustin nuts cuz janet jacksons back?
20. would i be goin too far if i said mariah was better anyway?
21. i cant stop thinkin about how little kids are the biggest snitches in the world!
22. i asked her why she was cryin, and her two year old son said "cuz the police came an dey said 'put yo hands up shawn!'"
23. pardon me, i had to laugh at that [1]
24. Fred G Sanford ... the G stands for "Good Lookin"
25. and yes, this is all shit i think of, for what reasons i have no idea
26. innanet crushes are sooo laaameee...
27. and i almost caught one!
28. i do NOT wanna get up every 3 hours outta my sleep cuz i have to pee!
29. cant a negro enjoy a peaceful slumber?
30. what the hell is wrong with them lil white chil'ren runnin around here thinkin they vampires?
31. if i was a vampire, aint no damn way the police would catch me!
32. cant you just turn into a bat and fly off on they ass?
33. just a thought
34. no disrespect, but that World Trade Center movie looks like a big ass box of bullshit to me
35. i aint buyin into it
36. now lets see if they'll make a hurricane katrina movie
37. ....here come the back pains
38. so ima try this layin down and fallin asleep thing again
39. if it doesn't work...i guess i'll work on my scrap book =/

[1]copyright, Jay Z.

Quick Thoughts...

2006-08-06T22:44:00.000-04:00

So. I'm watchin the coon-picnic that is "Flavor Of Love 2", cause I love to see niggas (YES niggas. NOT black folk) act a damn fool, so what better place to do it than VH1? (besides BET and UPN of course). Anyway, a couple of these bitches strike me as...a lil 'haphazard' shall we say?

1. "Buckwild"...first thought, and I KNOW everybody was thinkin this. "Does this bitch know slavery ended a couple years ago?", I mean she talks like Frederick Douglass is her pops. "I swear yo Flav, I'mma hol joo down in yo crib!" damn, why didnt the bitch just yell "MASSA!" after every word? The bad part? Shes whiter than Pepperidge Farm bread. You already know I'm mad. I'd smack fire out her ass if I ever seen her. Real talk.

2. "Tyson"...why didnt he just name this ho "Lispy?" This broad's lisp can rival Cindy Brady's.

I'm not quite understandin why they didn't pick no normal chicks. These bitches are worse than Hottie's ass was! I got one word for this season, and it hurts to say...deeply, to the core 'cuz was my joint last season...but the word is...scripted.

I HATE Niggas..

2006-08-03T17:16:00.000-04:00

NIGGAS are selfish.
NIGGAS dont worry about how you feel.
NIGGAS will try to break you.
NIGGAS are only close to you for what they can get outta you.
NIGGAS are ignorant.
NIGGAS are ungrateful.
NIGGAS are assholes.
NIGGAS will tear you down to bring themselves up.
NIGGAS will take you for granted.
NIGGAS will do some foul shit and then act like everything is sweet.

We need more BLACK PEOPLE and less NIGGAS in this world!

* This message was brought to you by the Knock A Nigga Out corporation, in cooperation with Fuck Yall Coons Inc., it is not meant to demean nor offend any specific nigga who is reading the message, it is merely meant to alert niggas of their nigga ways in hopes that they will un-niggafy themselves. Thank you.

The Fabulous Life Of Diddy...

2006-08-03T13:00:00.000-04:00

Check out the negro on the left hand side in the background that looks like Yung Joc. I think its safe to assume that he's the one who just raped Diddy.

One.

Dear Ludacris...

2006-07-31T08:14:00.000-04:00

Dear Ludacris,

Over the years I have admired your work. Especially timeless classics like, "Ho", "Pimpin all over the world" and of course the motivational song to all strippers worldwide, "Pussy Poppin". It has come to my attention, however that you are trying to change your image. Sort of. I heard your song with Pharrell called "Money Maker", it is pure trash by the way. How many times are we gonna hear about a bitch shakin everything that jiggles for a couple pieces of change? But I digress. Your new image began to bother me when I heard "War With God", in which you throw several ether-like disses to ~~T.I. or Jeezy~~ but name no names. Disses like "I'm universal, Luda never limit himself to the south" and "How many times you gon rap about bustin yo' guns and trappin", then theres my personal favorite "My daughters room can fit in your house". Luda, Luda, Luda...you claimed you were talkin to yourself on that record? Come better than that fam-lay. I still haven't got to the real reason I'm writing this letter of concern though. Next, there is Shawnna. Is she really the best that DTP has to offer? If I were you, I'd get on my grizzy and start tryna find new talent A.S.A.P! Now, for my purpose, the real reason I am so concerned about you and where your career is heading (pun intended), is because of this disturbing picture . Yes. Where did it go? I understand you may be tired of havin to have the local hoodrats twist you up while their 3 or more kids run around rampant leavin a trail of chicken bones and Kool-Aid packet in their wake, but that? That is NOT a good look. Its not even so much the hair cut, its your...well...your hair. Where is that Luda prettiness? The smoothness that makes a woman (or gay male) wanna run their hands through your thick fro?! Not to mention your ears are reminiscent of somebody who hustles chocolate chip cookies outta a big ass Oak tree. I hope you excommunicated the person who suggested this to you, because they are not your friend and they do not care about you. Thank you for reading.

Sincurrrrly, Nique

p.s.

Seriously, I know you were talkin about T.I.!

Fuck The Weekend & Fuck Lyfe Jennings!

2006-07-29T22:29:00.000-04:00

First I would like to start by sayin that I hope you muh'fuckas are havin a lovely one out there in blog land. As for me? Maaan, FUCK tha weekend! I'm tired of bein cooped up like a damn slave who didn't kick it wit Harriet Tubman (i.e. A STUCK NEGRO!) I wanna go to the club! I wanna see some dudes! I wanna go throw my ass on a couple of somebodies just to tease they ass! Theres nothin better to do on the weekend than club here, but I cant exactly go in there when I got a full grown person restin in my damn stomach! And fuck a Blockbuster night. So I'm so lame that today I went and splurged at Walmart/Hobby Lobby/Jo Ann and bought a whole buncha shit to make me some scrap books. I'm only 20, goddamnit, I am NOT supposed to be in nobodies house at 9:28 pm on a Saturday! This SO is not me dude. I'd be EXTRA out right now if this was 7 months ago. Even my Mama and Daddy goin out! Anyway. That's a lost cause. Shoulda worn a rubber. Which brings me to my next point! Lyfe Jennings and that fuckin' "S.E.X" song. Dawg, I know you tryna tell these girls somethin positive, like wait for sex..thats all well and good, but Shut the fuck up. Really. Who's gonna be bout to get poked and right after the negro says "Lemme just put the head in", be like "OH MY GOD! YOU JUST WANT MY S.E.X, LYFE WAS RIGHT!". Cut that shit short homey. Maybe I'm just mad cuz I gave my S.E.X. up lol. Whatever though. Be good peoples. Don't do nothin I wouldn't do.

...which of course isn't much.

I Swear Its Deja Vu...

2006-07-27T06:28:00.000-04:00

That is all.

I'm Salty..

2006-07-26T02:32:00.000-04:00

This doesnt happen often! So my (somethin like) best friend is movin to Cali. Shes leavin right now as we speak, actually goin to the airport or whatever. She is goin to be with her husband who is a fuckin' idiot. I'm not just hatin. He really is. He puts his hands on her, and my god baby. He blew they whole savings on weed, and coke and liqour. He went to Mexico and bought 6 prostitutes. He cheated on her and got another girl pregnant (and wont even acknowledge the girl now). He's almost been kicked out the army bout 5 times now. The list goes on, and on. A wise person told me that I gotta let her make that decision. I agree with that, but nobody wants to see their friend doin dumb shit like that. I dont like her gettin her ass beat, thats foul shit...but dont bring my god child around that shit, y'know? She dont know NOBODY out there and he gonna be mistreatin her ass and she thinks she just gonna up and leave if he starts actin crazy. Negative. So, I'm extremely salty about that shit right now. I'm frustrated that I'm stuck here...AGAIN. It's not fuckin fair! I'm tryna bust my ass to get outta here and I'm still stuck *stomps foot* Plus, I'm tired of people tellin me about "the long run", man FUCK the long run! I'm worried about the half meter dash right now, gotdammit. I'm impatient. I can't help it, its part of my personality traits. I dont want it now, I want it RIGHT now.

BLAH. I wanna fight somebody.

Morris Effin Brown..

2006-07-23T06:07:00.000-04:00

The video for Outkast's "Morris Brown" is HERE.

I can't get down with the whole midget thing, or people's heads comin outta walls and flowers and shit. So it scares the fuck outta me, but you might enjoy it.

The "6:16 AM" List...

2006-07-22T07:20:00.000-04:00

1. its 6:16 am.
2. what does "a.m." stand for?
3. im convinced that i have SOME kinda sleepin disorder & nobody is gonna tell me any different!
4. i sleep in 3 hour increments.
5. he keep tellin me his opinion.
6. i need that like i need a dick in my ass!
7. bad example, but you know what i'm gettin at...
8. hopefully.
9. that old white lady said i was "a beautiful young girl"
10. i told my mama i dont believe the hype. old people always tryna say some nice shit to they can con their way into heaven!
11. stop askin me questions!
12. yes, i am west indian.
13. yes, i am the descendant of a slave or two
14. and i STILL dont like fried chicken!
15. "The name is Play/Dont dare play me cheap/The microphone is a broom/And I'mma sweep ya/Off ya feet/Wit feelins ya never felt/Another notch in the belt" - Play "House Party"
16. yes i do know that whole battle by heart
17. so FUCK a Fight Klub!
18. "I aint no joke/I use to let the mic smoke/Now I slam it when Im done and make sure its broke/When Im gone I wrote this song/ cuz I wont let Nobody press up and mess up to seen I set I like to stand in a crowd and watch the people wonder damn/But think about it then youll understand/Im just an addict addicted to music/Maybe its a habit, I gotta use it Even if its jazz or the quiet storm/I hook a beat up convert it in a hip hop form/Write a rhyme in graffitti in every show you see me in/Deep concentration cuz Im no comedian"- Rakim "I aint no joke"
19. and with that said...
20. FUCK HIP HOP!
21. I guess I'm the only one who gets a lil scared when Kandi pops outta nowhere in the "You & Dat" video...
22. "I cant sleep at night, I toss and turn listenin for the telephone!"-Bobby Brown
23. speakin of the telephone
24. sidekick TWO? so not the business
25. imma need next week to hurry up and come so i can upgrade =)
26. ... then he said "you are SO not ladylike"
27. i said "what the fuck you mean by that?!"
28. everything i tell ya'll is 100% factual,non-fictional,non-fabricated,un-tall taled & true!
29. Robin Thicke?
30. Now THATS a dope ass white boy!
31. "Don't make! Me kill! No muh'fuckin body in hurr! I'mma shoot! Three shots! Somebody done made me hot!"- 8ball & MJG "Dont Make"
32. yes, thats that ignorant shit i like
33. VACATION TIME, BABY!
34. Maryland and Philly, ya'll ready for me again?
35. my dad is so hood
36. after every sentence, he says the word "Mayne!"
37. he is with out a doubt, on his Philly shit!
38. thats how ya feel?
39. "Domeek, who broke you put (foot)?"- 2 year old Damarion
40. I mean, it was swollen to vast extremities...
41. and I do NOT have to like G-Unit if I don't want to!
42. and Mase?
43. we don't believe you, you need more people!
44. "Hey! Who gives a fuck about friends? If you mix the bacon soda with it, you can get a benz!"- Jeezy "Air Forces"
45. Air Force Ones: The choice shoe of champions.
46. yeah, like YOU wasnt thinkin the same thing!
47. Glenn Lewis was that funk, where he at?
48. i may not be wifey material right now
49. ...but FUCK a compromise!
50. 106 degrees for the past 3 days?
51. i guess imma have to write a letter to mother nature
52. it will begin with "Fuck is up, yo?"
53. in case you were wonderin Pharrells LP, "In my mind"?
54. complete and utter garbalation
55. which means TRASH!
56. then he said "name a country that starts with B"
57. I said "Brazil!"
58. she said "Boston!"
59. I gotta stop associatin with these idiots.
60. two new Boondocks comic books on the way to the crib as we speak?
61. now THATS what it do!
62. You Tube + Amazon = Life.
63. and just for the fuck of it...
64. THE HUMPTY DANCE IS A CHANCE TO DO THE HUMP!

Irritated...

2006-07-21T13:36:00.000-04:00

Maybe I'm too caught up in myself. I don't know. Maybe I just have a low, low, low, looooow tolerance for bullshit & ignorance (I like to think thats the answer). Anyways, I was talkin to this duck (female) yesterday that I used to be friends with back in the day (shes one of those "damn-I-aint-black-but-I-wanna-be-down-and-I-wish-I-could-say-the-N-word" types) and she asked me if I seen ATL. I said yeah. Then she asked me if I liked it. Again I said yeah. She told me she was dissapointed in it. So I was like "Well, why?"...now, this is where I got irritated...and I don't know if my irritation was justified, but I don't give a shit! She said "It wasn't even gangsta. They didn't shoot or kill nobody, and they didn't even really sell no drugs. I thought they was gonna do some Yung Joc stuff, and show me about the Trap" (I can't make this shit up yo. She actually said that Yung Joc shit). Now, I'mma need a collective "Ho, sit down" from the congregation. This is a bitch, mind you...that aint NEVER been out the state of KS, so what the fuck she know about shootin and killin and sellin drugs? That shit ain't somethin you wanna see ALL the time if you've really been around it. Then I said "Why we cant be doin nothin positive? Everytime ya'll go see a movie you want all the black people to get shot the fuck up or be doin drugs huh?" (I admitted the skatin' thing in the movie was kinda...ehhh). Anyway she told me she ain't mean it like that. Whatever. Maybe she didn't. Either way that shit was just plain ig'nant to say. Especially to somebody like me who always got their damn fist in the air. And YUNG JOC? Come on. If she absolutely HAD to pick somebody to represent the hood...YUNG JOC?! I'm through with that portion.

NOW...remember that 8 page paper I had to write? Yeaaah. That one. Well we turned in our rough drafts and went to pick em up yesterday. This...fuckin...whore...gonna tell us that NOBODY did the paper right and handed em back with like 68,000 marks. She told us that she couldn't give any of us a passin grade if she had to grade for finals right now. Now this bitch done marked some shit on my paper that she ain't even teach us! So how the fuck we posed to know? I know its college and all but...gotdamn! If the WHOLE class ain't pass...shouldn't that indicate a teachin' error? So that irritated me even more. If it wasn't for Rakim's "I ain't no joke" (which I'm BLASTIN right now) I'd probably be mad as shit right now. DEUCES!

"I'm just a addict/addicted to music/maybe it's a habit/I gotta use it"- Rakim

Wait...The Police Abuse People?!

2006-07-19T23:50:00.000-04:00

Shutcho mouth and say it ain't so!

Read about ithere.

My take? Ya'll already know. White America, wake the fuck up. Like ya'll ain't know black folks been gettin abused by the police since they built the first damn police station. They always wanna act like shit like this is a surprise. As for that 'too old to prosecute' bullshit...I ain't buyin it. If that woulda been a black man that killed some white cops, they'd put indictments on that negro's grandchildren.

..Lovey Dovey Shit

2006-07-19T04:35:00.000-04:00

"And we ended up on different paths/You found a man and you was somethin I could never have/I found my own/But my heart was severed in half/Just like a hata cuz I prayed that'chall wouldn't last/Its bad karma cuz its years and ya'll still together/A couple more and it'll start feelin like forever/It hurts more since I know that I'm somethin better/But if you in paradise I'll hold ya stormy weathers/Just for you"

Sweet right? Welp, that lil verse there is about none other than yours truly. I was over there checkin for Nsane's blog and I seen her post...made me kinda lovey dovey I guess. So that song is by my best friend in the whole world...who I kinda had a thing with wayyy back in the day...until I found the fucker that would become my child's father. Anyway...I hate wonderin "if"...like what if I woulda never went to such and such a place and met my Sons dad? How much different would shit be right now? Yeah yeah, everything happens for a reason, whatever. God MUST have a sense of humor cuz I bet that nigga (can I say that?) is up there chucklin it up.

"Lets take a second just to be real/I aint crazy girl I know you feelin me still/I heard ya face changes when they mention [censored lol]/Its no point tryna fight the feelins we feel/Its not healthy/Plus I always listen to you vent/About ya man and how he messes up ya time spent/Thinkin about yall together makes no sense/Only regret is that you not mine more or less/We best friends/So its cool/I can take that/Ya man dont want us seein eachother/I hate dat/But he knows what we got/Cant break dat/Lemme rephrase that/He know we go way back/I feel like I betrayed you/I got a son/You made it clear/It aint a problem that you not the one/That made me smile/From the jump you was always honest/Since the first time we met/Never broke a promise/So why can it never be?"

I'm sure everybody got that somebody that they wish they wouldnta let go, or let walk away or whateverthefuck the case may be. If I wasnt a lazy ass degenerate I'd upload the song.

"Its a shame we could never be/forever free/in this world we was blessed to see/my therapy is your voice yo/its ecstasy/if its my choice i wantchu right here next to me/so let it be"

Oh well. What they say? Its better to have loved two birds with one stone with a person in a glass house that throws a black pot to piss in out the window while callin the kettle black, or some shit right? =)

Maaan...

2006-07-18T07:50:00.000-04:00

......"You aint gotta like me. You just mad cuz I tell it how it is, and you tell it how it might be"

I got told yesterday that I was and I quote: "Too mean". What the fuck is this? Third grade? I had to explain to this punk-pussy that I don't have to be "nice" to nobody if I dont want to. That ain't me. If the shit aint genuine, why front like I wanna be cordial to your ass and I don't? Fuck that shit son! I'M RAW! I KEEPS IT REAL! And my keepin' it real does NOT go wrong, ya dig? You aint gotta talk to me if you dont like it, shit. I also told 'em that if people was tryna step all over you all the time you wouldn't be too "nice" your goddamn self. People will exploit your kindness and take that shit for weakness at any chance they get. Thats why I fuck with about 4 people. I used to have a whole Amistad boat fulla niggas that I used to chill with bout 2 years ago...then some shit goes down and you see what muthafuckas are REALLY like...just deceitful and fake, I feel like if you not gonna be real with a person and be who you are around them all the time, whats the point in even dealin' with em? Them few people that I do fuck with though are the TRILLEST of the trill. I'd put money in the bank on that one. Anyway that just kinda pissed me off, so I had to blog about it.

Oh yeah. This pissed me the fuck off too! I'm tired of people sayin "You only got two months left!" (of bein pregnant). Mannn SHUT THE FUCK UP with that shit yo. First of all, I know how long I got. Second of all don't be comin at me like 2 months is a short time. BITCH your ass ain't pregnant and you don't know how the fuck I'm feelin right now! Yeah, you mighta been pregnant before... so what? You wasn't feelin the same way I'm feelin so take your lil opinions and stick em down your throat till you choke on em. I'm also tired of people tellin me what I'm not gonna be able to do after I have the baby...example: "You not gonna be able to go nowhere. Ever", "You gonna be broke all the time", "You gonna hate the first 3 months"...BITCH dont tell me what I'mma hate. Just cuz your ass got pregnant when you was 14 fuckin years old and your parents wasnt tryna help you out, does not mean that I'mma be as miserable as your fast ass was. Shouldn'ta been so hot in the ass and you wouldn't had all them damn problems. Don't try to tell me shit! Where the hell was your ass at when I was laid up in the bed with my knees on my fuckin forehead creatin a baby? Nowhere to be found. So thats where you need to be right now. Gotdammit. Excuse the hostility ya'll, but damn...people just need to let me deal with shit and quit tryna give me they worthless ass advice!

I'm goin to bed yo =/

As Posted On My MySpace Blog...

2006-07-15T10:40:00.000-04:00

So uh, I'm channel surfin (cuz you know theres nothin on at 3:59 AM), and I turn to MTV Jams. First all I see is a pair of tire lips and some nostrils that look like they suckin up the pieces of the Ozone that have gone missin. That just happens to be Jay Z's face. (I'm a Jay Stan, so I can say these things) ANYWAY, I watch for a few more seconds then I see what seems to be a outta control birdnest fly across my screen, I was wrong. It was Beyonce's hair. She then commences to go into epileptic seizures through out the duration of the video. She does them standin up. She does them sittin down. She does them layin down. Hell, the bitch even shimmys against the wall, slides down the wall havin a fuckin seizure. She gets behind Jay and has a seizure AGAIN, while hes just spittin his verse like everything is ok. Beyonce is clearly cryin for help. Frankly, I'm scared.

It's clearly time for me to go to bed. =/

Dave Chappelle On Cribs...

2006-07-14T18:55:00.000-04:00

I ain't got shit to blog about. This is better than anything I can come up with to post anyways, so go watch Dave Chappelle on Cribs... you can view it here, bitches.

"I dont really fuck with Africans, cuz they starvin...and thats not ballin to me!"

If I Was President...

2006-07-14T03:04:00.000-04:00

Remember in elementary school when they would have you write lil papers like "If I was president" or "If I could wish for anything in the world"...Yeah, I went to public school, but we wrote one of those "If I was president papers". Lookin back on that shit, I have to say we got bamboozled, hoodwinked, ran amok and led a damn stray. Just for the sake of this post though, I'll entertain that foolish ass notion that I, in all my two types of negro ('regular' negro/island negro) could be president.

If I was president...

I'd stay the fuck outta Lebanon and Israel right now-Cause I feel as though the US is about to get that itch and try to go save them Middle-East fools. I say let them muthafuckas blow eachother up. I'm sure when the Watts riots broke out, they wasn't sendin no troops over here to try and help some shit.

I'd also get the fuck outta Iraq. The jig is up. Niggas know we ain't over there for no "weapons of mass destruction", unless "weapons of mass destruction"=oil.

I would NOT fuck with North Korea. Them ma'fuckas is just cravin to sit there aint eat they Kim Chee and Sea Weed and blow some shit to high hell. Kim Jong got a shortman complex outta this world, so where he lackin' in dick size, he tryna make up for in missles. Ya'll president want people to think he ain't gon do nothin. Well, I dont believe you, you need more people.

I would make a national "beat up a white police cop day". Even the innocent ones, just to let em know what would go down if they even tried that racial profile, "i'm-pullin-u-over-cuz-u-got-a-dim-tail-light-but-really-i-just-wanna-send-a-darkie-to-jail-tonight" type shit.

I would make these schools teach the kids some real knowledge. Shit like who really discovered America, who Marcus Garvey was (not just the part where they teach "he wanted niggas to go back to Africa", cuz thats basically what they taught us). Angela Davis, Mumia Abu Jamal, Huey P. Newton...etc. Cuz really, who gives a fuck about Alexander Graham Bell and Ben Franklin and the rest of them caucazoids?

I'd cut BET off. Entirely. It would be banned. Seriously. That is Coon Central over there. Imagine if you didn't know shit about black people, then you watched BET for a whole entire day. You see where I'm goin? Good.

I'd make room in the federal budget to inform niggas about grillz. Grillz are played out kiddies. Whats the point in gettin em? You'll have a REAL nice grill when you 60+...one of those all white, poly-grip grillz anyway. Whats so wrong with some nice straight white teeth?

Oh yeah. I'd deport everybody in G-Unit to Lebanon. Right now.

Mexicans hoppin the border? Nuh-uh. I'd have a couple inmates from the Lousiana state pen standin by the gate that would make Pablo 'nem turn around and take they fucking hot tamales with em.

I guess I might as well make a few jigs happy and legalize Marijuana. Just smoke that shit inside your house is all I'm askin.

I would elect nothin but my family to my cabinet. Cause we just that fuckin ill.

I'd get elected on Friday.

Assasinated on Saturday.

Buried on Sunday.

NOW, WHO WANTS TO WRITE MY NAME ON THE BALLOT?! =)

This Made My Day...

2006-07-12T23:32:00.000-04:00

So on my bi-weekly trip to the mall today, I was fillin up on my Christian Dior J'Adore perfume (which is pure CRACK by the way), and they had a white boy workin the perfume counter. I never seen him before. As a matter of fact, I never seen ANY boy workin the perfume counter. He was a lil Justin Timberlake-esque type cat, and ya'll know white boys are SO not my thing. He was cute though. Cute in a lemme-take-u-home-and-feed-u-some-cornbread type way, not a lemme-take-u-home-and-feed-u-some-labia-bread type way. Anyways, I'm lookin around cause they musta moved the bottles since I last got there or whatever. I finally found it and I point it out to him and he rings it up and stuff and hes all lookin at me and stuff, so you know how hostile I am..I'm thinkin "fuck is this crackajack lookin at?". Then he just blurts out "You. Are. So. Beautiful", my first reaction was to laugh. I dont know why, I just did. I'm like "Thanks, you sposed to be hittin on pregnant chicks while you workin?", he kinda blushed and said "You gotta be the prettiest pregnant chick I've ever seen!", I told him thanks again. Then he rings up my stuff and is like "Hold on", and dips behind the counter. He put my perfume in a BIG ass Dillards bag, then he puts like two other things in the bag. I pay him and then hes like "The blue bag is for the baby"...I'm like "Okay", just laughin kinda. Then hes like "You be careful, and have a good day"...I'm like "You too"...when I got in the car I looked in the bag, and he gave me a HUGE ass baby blue Polo bag, and this Dior gift set with shower gel, a 40oz bottle of J'Adore and some Dior powder. Cuz you know they keep the good stuff behind the counter for when they have specials and shit...but How fuckin' sweet of him was that?

Dr. Dre, I Am Not...

2006-07-11T14:46:00.000-04:00

So I really do wish muthafuckas would stop askin to "Let me ride". Since I'm quite sure (quite=99.99999%) that at least one of ya'll took that as a sexual undertone, lemme clarify. Why, oh why, do people insist on callin/textin me around...ohh eleven-ish askin me one of two questions..."are you up?" and/or "can you do me a favor?"...now eleven-ish is still early mornin if you ask me, so my answer to number one is "fuck naw" or simply no reply at all, and then number two...sometimes just outta curiosity I ask what it is they want me to do. Nine times out of ten (this is no hyperbole, folks...these are actual figures that I sat down and did the equations and mathematical expressions for!)Ok. Not really. Fuck ya'll though, I can get my *Republican Party on if I want to! Anyway, nine times out of ten, they have interrupted my peaceful, probably perverted dreamin' sleep for what? A FUCKING RIDE. Yes. As if I'm sposed to get up out the bed, take them whereever they desire to go(and they probably want me to do this for free, when gas is $2.87). THEN, this is the best part...some of these walkin bums have the nerve to get mad when I tell them "No" or "I dont feel like it". I don't lie, I don't tell em the famous "I aint got no gas, potna". I'm straight up with it. I aint got no sticker on the side of my car that says "HEY NIGGAS! CALL ME FOR A FREE RIDE--ESPECIALLY BETWEEN THE HOURS OF 8 AND 11AM!". One of these pedestrian ass ma'fuckas went so far as to text me around 10:01AM, and ask me to go to the store and get them some Peanutbutter and bring it to them. I quickly hopped up, got a mirror and stared at it for hours, tryna see who the fuck she thought I looked like, cause it couldnta been Dominique. Or Nique. Or any variation thereof. I know, I know...next is the famous "I would do it for you!", well guess what jig? You dont have to! So theres no use in contemplatin on what could be. You better get on some Lupe Fiasco, Skate Board P type shit, cause the taxi cab that you think I'm drivin does NOT exist. Thats why God created public transportation. Damn hecklers!

* like you ain't know the Republican Party be givin out these fake ass percentage numbers from their "research".

..& i feel like this

2006-07-09T22:27:00.000-04:00

"I been real all my life
They confuse it wit conciet
Since I will not lose, they try to help em cheat
But I will not lose, for even in defeat
Is a valuable lessoned learned, so it evens it up for me"
-Jay Z "The Blueprint 2".

As I sit here and write this fuckin 8 page research paper... I got a overwhelmin' desire to just plagarise the whole entire shit. BUT I WILL NOT LOSE DAMNIT!

trippin with no map

2006-07-09T05:51:00.000-04:00

I been trippin like, alot. Hormones? Probably. Stressed about school? Definitely. I need to de-stress, and I have no fuckin idea how. =/

Oh yeah. Thank ya'll for all the comments & shit...makes a nigga feel appreciated lol.

allow me to re-introduce myself...

2006-07-08T03:03:00.000-04:00

I hate waitin for stuff. I'm one impatient nigga. I procrastinate alot though, does that make sense? Anyways, the plan was to get up and out of KS by October. Now that plan ain't lookin so stable. Problem mumber one, I wont be able to go to school AND work AND raise this lil person of mine at the same time. Thats a whole damn lot. Number two, I dont even know what the hell I'm goin to school FOR! My major is journalism, but like...am I really gonna be able to get paid off that shit? I dont wanna end up like these 40 year old people workin at Mcdonalds and shit, that scares me to death. Cause fast food=not for me. Ever. So my other option is to stay here, get a lil apartment and work and go to K-State, but it'd be easier cause I'd have my mom and pops helpin me out a lil bit...where as if I go trekkin across the damn country alone, I'm kinda by myself. I do got family there but its complicated, I aint tryna get way down there and have to depend on somebody else. Shit, I can depend on somebody else up here. Then my cuz in Chicago talkin about come stay with her. That one seems kinda shaky too...My mama keep hollerin I better marry my childs dad so I can get those complimentary Army plane tickets. She always laughs when she says that, so I HOPE shes jokin. That nigga aint finna get me way the fuck to Germany or somewhere and try to act crazy. They thought they seen the Holocaust in WWII? Psht. Try me. So this is where I feel stuck. I feel like I'm stuck here, and I don't wanna be stuck. Who does? I'm confused. I dont know if I should just say "fuck it" and quit school and move to Florida, or stay here in school and not know why the hell I'm really there. "She has no idea what shes doin in college"...Kanye was right, again. I know stuff like this takes time...but like I said...I'm one impatient nigga and I'm ready to BOUNCE! Oh yeah...I want a boyfriend too, any takers? =)

scumbags

2006-07-07T04:35:00.000-04:00

Scumbags. Fuckin' scumbags. The world is filled with em. They loiter on street corners, at family reunions and may even be in your bed. To further define the name "scumbag", there are a few defining factors:

a) The scumbag is selfish. He cares for no one except himself. (and I mean NO one- not his mother, his child & definately not you).
b) The scumbag will do/say anything he possibly can to make you angry.
c) The scumbag will hide his feelings until its too late for them to come to light.
d) The scumbag will talk to you as if you are the fuckin' peice of Orbit gum that got stuck to the bottom of his fresh pair of Forces earlier that morning.
e) The scumbag will expect you to take that shit like a G.
f) The scumbag does not understand that other people have feelings. Nor does he give a fuck.

Of all the scumbags, in all the cities, in all the countries, of all the world...I ended up with a fuckin scumbag for a Babys Father. He's not no regular scumbag though, oh nooo...he is the type of scumbag that doesn't reveal his TRUE scummy nature until its too late to get him out of your fucking life (i.e. when you're 7 months pregnant). He is the type of scumbag that treats you like you are the goddamned Queen Of Sheeba (buys you shit, takes you places, spends time with you, dips out on his homeboys for you etc). He is the type of scumbag that waits till he gets all the fuck the way across the ocean, and is ridin around on fuckin' magic carpets and shit, runnin from trained monkeys with Fez hats on and charmin snakes to act like the true scumbag that he is. I cant for the fuckin life of me understand why somebody would wait until they can die at any given second, to start to act like a true cocksucker. Yeah, he's no doubt stressed out that he's over here, and he might even be stressed that I'm over here, but some of the shit he says/does it just beyond me. He'll call, and say shit like "Why the fuck you aint answerin your phone?" AFTER I pick it up, mind you. I'll probably say "I just did", *silence* "Well I'm goin back to work" *click* Thats it. No "I love you", "Hows the baby?", "How are you?"...oh nooo far be it from him to give a FUCK how I feel. Yet and still, he can call his fuckin mother and tell her if I "did somethin bad" to him, but he cant spend more that a minute and some change on the phone with me? Or if he does, its him tryna down talk me & I don't play that shit. He called Monday to inform me that I was "the stupidest bitch he ever met in his life" & countless other bullshit...until I was forced to say "I hope you fuckin die over there" and told him never to fuckin call me again. My temper is out this world. So is his. So hes called me like 4 times since then, and I ain't answered. I dont need this kind of fuckin stress, I'm gonna go into preterm labor fuckin around with him AND school. So I'm lookin for an apartment in Port St. Lucie, Florida...and I'll hopefully be gone before he comes back. It sounds grimey, cause I'll have the baby...but whatever, seems to me like he doesn't give a fuck. So why should I? He is eviscerated from my life, until he gains some fuckin' social skills. Anyway. If any of you are scumbags out there, I'd advise you to clean up your act, or you'll be left alone and feelin like the steamin' pile of wrinkly ballsacks that you are.

dream killers

2006-07-06T03:54:00.000-04:00

"I'm finna turn this class clown shit to crazy G's//They told my mama I was bi-polar, had ADD//I told em wha-what I wanna do//I wanna be a baller//The dream spoilers'll foil ya//Hatin on ya to they mans on the corna'//Old folks said 'he'll never make it off the corna'//They are the virus that corrupts the soul//They are the cubic zarconia insida 10 karat gold//That get green on ya//When ya get green on 'em//You gotta wash ya hands of em//Get clean on em//Somebody told me success is the best revenge//So they gon be fucked up when you do ya thing on em//And hold ya plaques high like 'who woulda thought?'//And tell em ahem-ahem//Thank you for your no support" - Kanye West "Dream Killers"

4:11AM. I don't really know what prompted me to do this entry. Whatever, to understand me--you gotta understand some of the shit I've been through, ya dig? This aint no heartbreak story or no shit like that, but most people dont understand why I try so hard to fuck up peoples perception of me. Straight in highschool, I was a class clown. (probably due to my diagnosed ADHD that I don't take medication for, cuz I think it makes you crazy) You couldnt tell me shit, cause I aint take school seriously. Shit was a joke to me. I was the kid that sat in the front of the class, just to piss the teacher off. Everytime the teacher asked a question, my hand shot up with some ol smart ass remark. I rarely went to class though, and when I did...it was a muhfuckin event. My whole reason for goin was to make people laugh (this is back when I wanted to be a comedian). The weird shit was that I had a 3.5 GPA. I was passin every class. Niggas couldn't understand it cause I'd be in ASD EVERYDAY after school. (ASD=After School Decision) just a fancy ass name for 'detention'. I honestly think ASD is what kept my grades up. I'd be in there 3 hours a day every day after school, doin work and passin notes back and forth to whichever cutie was closer to me. Anyways, goin to school wasn't on my list of shit to do...really, I'd rather be takin a nap. So when 12th grade rolled around...I mighta made it to school a total of 60 times the whole year. So two weeks before graduation, they called me in the office. School superintendant, Principal...erybody was in there except Tupac and Biggie. No lie. Barbara Walters was even up in that bitch with a muhfuckin clip board and some stunna shades. So Mr. Baptista (who I called 'Tootsie', cause he looked like the owl on them tootsie pop commercials) informs me that I will not be graduatin, and they will be wiping the credits that I earned for senior year off of my transcripts. I laughed. They couldnt be fuckin serious. I was passin everything. They told me I didn't come to school enough to be considered eligible for graduation. Once I seen they wasn't jokin, shit got real in the field. Then they tell you them words that NOBODY wants to hear..."You can only blame yourself". This is where my Daddy's West Indian side came out in me...cause I purely went the fuck off on their asses. I don't remember what I said, but I distinctly remember my last words bein "Fuck this pussy ass school, and ya'll crackas can suck my dick!", or somethin to that effect. Needless to say, my moms and my pops went to the school and tried to be civil and shit, Baptista told them that he thought I didnt deserve to graduate, and they had a board meeting about ME and felt like I wouldnt amount to anything inside the school walls. Yeah. They said that shit. To my parents. Who are black. So you do the math on that one. My mom had some words for them (of the cussin variety) and my dad bein the good business man, just said he was gonna call his lawyer. So that was me in '04. No diploma.

Fast forward a lil bit to Mid-Summer of '04. Theres a place around here called the learnin center where you can go to earn your diploma. Sounds gravy right? NAH. It's all on the computer, and when I registered I had literally over 500 assignments to complete. FOR A FUCKING SEMESTER. You know I quit right? I was so depressed that I was gonna be spendin what seemed like the rest of my LIFE in there...when I SHOULDA had my diploma. Sometimes when you that upset, you go into "fuck it" mode. Thats where I was. I didn't give a fuck anymore. I just quit tryna get my diploma, and started gettin high ALL the time (yeah...ME). I was into some crazy shit then, gettin arrested, fightin all the time,vandalism...we even broke into somebodys house. In hindsight, I think I was doin all that shit as a "get back" to me not graduatin. Like it was hurtin them that I was out there gettin in trouble. Stupid huh?

So, I wasted a year of my life. Fast forward to June 6, 05. Somebody thought it was a good idea that I go to Job Corps. I don't know if ya'll know bout Job Corps...but picture prison with no cells, and the prisoners runnin around doin whatever they felt was clever. I hated it. I had to wake up at 5:45 in the fuckin mornin, then a lil retarded short bus would pull up infront of my crib ad 6:33 and take me to Job Corps. I honestly think that was some of the hardest shit I ever had to do in life. It was hard to stay outta trouble up there, I aint have no beef with nobody...but picture a buncha bad-ass muthafuckas all locked in together, most of em got rap sheets, most of em just dont care no more, some of em are recoverin drug addicts...just shit like that. I seen alot of shit up there, seen niggas get beat down with pillow cases full of forks, I seen a girl get a bucket of piss dumped on her...crazy ass shit. I was still in my "dont give a fuck mode", while tryna get my diploma there. Then one day I came home and my Mom was tellin me she seen one of my teachers at the store. Ms. J, Ms. J was the homey. She was one of those cool ass teachers you dont get real often, and she was young too. My Moms said she asked about me and she gave my Moms her number so I could contact her. I did. They were havin this lil fair type thing in the park, and Ms. J told me she was gonna be there, and I should come check shit out. So I did, an when I seen her she was in her car bumpin some Kanye. I stood by her car and talked to her for a looong minute, and started listenin to the song..."Dream Killers". She told me that song made her think of me. Then she gave me the cd. Back at home I kept listenin to "Dream Killers" over and over again...and it was like my anthem.

I'm still wasitin time at Job Corps, not doin shit...its December. I come back from winter break in Florida..December passes and it its January. In January, on the 21st (one day before my 20th birthday) I find out I'm pregnant. I kept laughin the shit off, cause I thought it was a joke and I couldnt get pregnant. SUR-FUCKING-PRISE. I really was. So sittin in class one day, I just started thinkin about my future with a kid and no diploma, no fuckin education. I aint no dummy, dont get me wrong...but thats hard to prove when you aint got that document...ya dig? Then the Kanye Song just came to my head... and I was thinkin how happy they probably was at the High School to hear I wasnt makin it. Cuz they hated me up there. That fuckin second, I got on my grind. I ended up finishin my diploma in February, now I go to college and all that lovely shit. Anyway, the point of this is....theres always somebody tryna fuckin bring you down, THAT is why I work so hard to let people know that I aint no punk-ass, incapable chick. I'm here for the long haul baby, so they gotta deal wit it. So when I say I'm gettin outta Kansas by October...know that I'm not just talkin bullshit. I'm outta here...thats for another post though, I think I talked enough =/

* So I started typin this at 2:49AM. Ex-Boyfriend calls and fucks up my whole flow. I'm gettin stressed here, people

the "bitch, im strapped!" list...

2006-07-04T23:24:00.000-04:00

1. people been disrespectin my gangsta alot lately
2. baby dad, local hos, college teachers ...
3. what they dont know is...BITCH IM STRAPPED!
4. so im feelin extra upset today
5. culmination of shit
6. "I'm goin to get me some muthafuckin toasted oats!"-Marvin on Love Jones
7. and i love him for what reason?
8. she told her daddy he wasnt shit
9. i woulda beat her ass
10. cuz BITCH IM STRAPPED!
11. i been sayin that all day long
12. shut the fuck up @ fireworks
13. sounds like im on the fuckin Gaza strip!
14. im hell bent on gettin the fuck up outta here before November
15. he comes back in November
16. i dont think i give too much of a fuck
17. then he told me "you are the stupidest bitch i ever met!"
18. so i said "i hope you fuckin die. i hope them Haji's blow your ass away"
19. yeah. it was that deep.
20. "When you love someone, you just dont treat them bad"-Donnell Jones "Where I wanna Be"
21. i aint for all that sappy love song bullshit but gotdammit...
22. "Dont have to stay with someone that makes you cry/You'll end up killin all the love you have inside"- Boys II Men "Pass You By"
23. i think im gettin there
24. he makes me smile
25. especially since hes only 2 and says stuff like "I love you Domeek"
26. i like to think he's sincere
27. another fucking firework....
28. my neighbor is a 80 year old woman
29. with a boyfriend
30. i cant help but wonder if they be gettin down
31. havin the whole block smellin like icy hot & geritol
32. they just brought me 12 roses for no reason
33. i guess SOMEBODY cares about me
34. its dumb to take a nigga back if they cheated on you
35. it be's like that sometimes though
36. oh yeah, caffiene free coke=that brand new heavy fiyah
37. "You told me whatchu wanted/I gave you whatchu need/I told you that I love you/Make it good for you & me/I never make a promise/That I cant keep/That aint me" -Dru Hill "Never make a promise"
38. eye doctor appointment tomorrow
39. hospital appointment thursday
40. interview friday
41. he always sayin some slick shit
42. undoubtedly, he dont know that BITCH IM STRAPPED!
43. "Cuz I'm a real nigga & Ion like rappers"- Jeezy
44. im thinkin bout changin my major to child counselin
45. imagine how fucked up the world would be then
46. bitch keep askin about me!
47. "Niggas better get up outta mine, before I creep and turn ya projects into Columbine"- The Game "Hate it or Love it remix"
48. Game was on change of heart?
49. yeah. G-pass revoked!
50. while we on the subject
51. spiderman > superman
52. that wasnt on the subject at all, was it?
53. "See maybe/there was somethin wrong/And you werent tellin me/Noooo/See maybe/the laughs on me/and life was tellin me a joke"-NERD "Maybe".
54. is that what it was?
55. and the gas prices are fuckin outrageous!
56. gotta sell crack to buy a gallon
57. im done tryna fix shit that cant be fixed
58. why?
59. CUZ BITCH IM STRAPPED!

fireCRACKAS!

2006-07-04T03:49:00.000-04:00

Catchy title huh? Anyway. I gotta do my annual bashin' of the 4th of July, cause what holiday is complete without my revolutionary wit? Thats like Christmas with no Easter Bunny...ya dig? So today is the 4th of July. For those of you who buy into the hype.."Independence Day" Hmph. Ya'll know the story. FourScore and seven years ago, some crackas came and stole this land, got punked by the British into livin in colonies on this land, declared independence, won a war and were "freed". Yeah. Hold up, lemme open a window cause I'm gettin a distinct stench of BULLSHIT in here. The 4th of July is a hoax, people! Them colonial ma'fuckas ain't care about black people! You think Sojourner Truth & Frederick Douglass was sittin around roastin a pig on a gotdamn stick while good ol Harriet Tubman boiled up some collard greens in the Massas shed? HELL NAH. I dont accept the 4th of July as a day of "freedom" by any means, cause hell...we STILL not free to be quite honest. Maybe I'm extra political about this part cause of my Sons Father bein in Iraq right now...but I also aint down with the idea that we are "free", but we got THOUSANDS of folks fightin right now for our "freedom". Does that make any type of sense to YOU? Anyway, go to ya bbq's, chill with fam, even set some shit on fire...but just dont buy into that whole "America The Free" bullshit. More importantly, be safe out there ya'll.

* Excuse the hostility. I'm workin off frustration right now. I just wrote three damn Essays.

i aint the only one with talent!

2006-07-02T02:58:00.000-04:00

Yes nigras. I was gettin my You Tube on...and I found this clip of my lil cousin Jamia (Nash) singin "Whos Lovin You" at the Essence awards. My girl dont sing. She SANGS!

chokeslam fridays:volume 3

2006-07-01T01:43:00.000-04:00

I know its Saturday now, but this is my damn blog.

*sigh*
Why, oh why must these hos make me have to justify my thug? I think its safe to say that if I wasn't pregnant, I'd be locked up for monkey-mud-hole-stompin one of these unruly tramps. And so the story goes: Wayyy back last summer I was kickin it with this cat named "Baron Von Sloompen", JUST kickin it. He was nothin more than a homey to me. We didnt do shit.(Well aight, we did somethin ONCE) I wasnt feelin him all like that though, that was what you call an 'error of judgment'. Well anyways, some kinda way his BabyMoms (that he WASN'T with at the time) finds out, and yadda yadda. She never came at me on no bullshit though. Just know that. Anyway "Baron Von Sloompen" ends up gettin knocked and sent to the Pen on some drug charges, etc. So fast forward to tonight, I'm at the carnival walkin and I see one of my ex-homeboys (now he really WAS just a homeboy) and I see "B.V.S's" BabyMoms wit him. So "Pharrell" speaks to me, and we say the "Whassups" and thangs, cause I aint seen him in a while (obviously cause he been wifin this 19 yr old, big chinned, hooked nosed ho with two kids BY TWO different niggas might I add). So I'm go on bout my biz after that. Then my homegirl is like "You heard her?", I'm like "Nah...what she say?" Homegirl goes "She told Pharrell 'not unh, dont speak to her'"...I laughed to myself. I hate insecure/childish hos. You got somethin to say? Say it so my muthafuckin ears can catch it, ya diggski? So I go "YO! You had somethin to say?" Goin back up to her, she all givin me this stank ass look, and she says "I aint say nothin" Wit a lil attitude and shit. Ya'll aint knowin man. I was ready to deck that bitch at that exact fuckin moment. So I was like "I bet you didnt, but incase you ever do feel like sayin somethin, you say it loud enough for me to fuckin hear" True story. The bitch is still lookin dumb as I'm turnin around walkin away. Ho, sit down. Dont act like I want the nigga you with right now, cause I'm guessin thats her reason for tryna pump out more crunk than she can take in. I do NOT want that nigga, rest assured. Nigga dont even have a steady income. WTF? He works at a fuckin grocery store and gets paid off tips. Babygirl, you gonna have to do better...GET LIKE ME and get a nigga with a dental plan, who can AT LEAST take care of your child. I'm bein so fuckin honest right now that it aint even funny, but I was bout .2 seconds from punchin that bitch in the neck. Dont try to play me yo. Dont pop gangsta when I turn around, but when I come to you get all meek and tenderized and shit. Whooo. I think I'm more mad that I cant fight her than anything else. Yeah, yeah...fightin might be childish to ya'll but...FUCKALLAT, these hos be needin to be sat in a downard manner...and I'm here for that.

dat ass got tagged..

2006-06-30T12:17:00.000-04:00

AGAIN. I'm lookin real wack-like with 3 posts in one day. Fuck it though, the homie Charles tagged me (you gettin REAL popular in this blog, bruh..lol) So...here goes.

Two Names You Go By:
1. Dominique/Nique

2. Sis (only my mommy can call me that)

Two Things You Are Wearing Right Now:
1. Air Brushed Jeezy Shirt
2. A Bra

Two Things You Would Want in a Relationship:
1. A LIL FUCKIN HONESTY PLEASE!
2. Cant-Sleep-At-Night-Only-Person-You-Care-About-Mary-J-Blige-Real-Love

Two Things You Want Really Badly At This Moment:
1. It to be September 24th so we can get this labor and delivery thing on and poppin.
2. To get a grasp on what I wana do for the rest of my damn life.

Two of Your Favorite Hobbies:
1. Madden on the PS2...and I'm niiiiiice.
2. Kick Collectin

Two pets you have had:
1. Boobie
2. Spencer

Two people who will fill this out:
1. Charles LoL
2. Whoever else feels like it

Two things you did last night
1. Went to the carnival, and ain't ride one fuckin ride.
2. Went to class.

Two Favorite Places to eat:
1. Applebees

2. My Mamas kitchen

Two things you ate today:
1. Cinnamon Toast Crunch
2. Prenatal vitamins

Two people you Last Talked To:
1. Arica
2. My damn self

"im a breath of fresh air in a fresh pair"...

2006-06-30T11:18:00.000-04:00

So this is probably due to Charles puttin them gotdamn shoes up yesterday...I hadda give love to my all time favorite dirt kickers. See, you'll NEVER catch me walkin around in a un-fresh/un-crisp pair of Nikes, Jays or designers. Yeah, I fucks with stilettos and all that, but kicks are my heart. It all started when I got a fresh pair of AF1 highs when I was a baby..(aight they wasnt AF1s...but them ugly ass white baby shoes that EVERYBODY had) Now I got a fetish for kicks, shit...maybe even an obsession..they gotta be some non-conventional color, or have a DOPE ass design. I take this shit very serious lol. Ya'll dont hear me though. Peep my favorite kicks.

Those is my pride and joys right there. They only get worn for special occasions. I damn near had a fuckin HEART attack when I was in B-More and seen those. I LITERALLY screamed.

I got these WAYYY before the whole "Burberry/Louis Vuitton" explosion on kicks happened. I had to retire em though, cause another thing I cant stand is for ANYBODY to have my kicks. They get laid to rest real quick-like.

These also got laid to rest. I escaped gettin locked up cause of those shoes, not once, not twice, but THREE times. I only rock those when I feel like I'mma be on the run or some shit like that. Now, I don't really believe in luck...but gotdamn, what would you call that?!

Those are my faaaavorite designer kicks. The Coaches and I got the matchin purse somewhere in my closet. *shrugs*

Last and FA'CERTAINLY not least...my lavender/fuschia J.O.s. *sighs* tell me those aint the two prettiest bitches in the world.

Anyway. There goes another one of my fetishes that I probably need medication for.

new outkast..

2006-06-30T10:42:00.000-04:00

*convulses on the floor*

Andre 3000 - Idlewild Blues

Big Boi - Morris Brown

They're kinda uhh...weird? I guess you can't expect anything different from these niggas though. I really like the hook on Boi's song though. I'll be back later.

Chea@Eskay.

im on a roll...

2006-06-29T10:25:00.000-04:00

WHERES THA BUTTA?!

Nah. I just seen this quote from everybodys favorite Crackhead/Rapper/Preacher/Convict....Non other than EARL SIMMONS. (damn, nigga was doomed from the start...he got a dopefiend ass name)

DMX: A lot of people think I'm mean and get scared to talk to me. I have fun too. People are like, "She wants to say hi to you, but...[they are scared]." Like I am going to say, "Hi, you stupid bitch."

mornin' mess...

2006-06-29T09:27:00.000-04:00

So anybody who (kinda) knows me, knows that I'm NEVER up this early unless I ain't been to sleep yet. So the cause of me bein up is a dream (nightmare?) I had. I do not know where this came from, for it cannot be a subconscious thought because I find the nigga in the dream utterly repulsive. So heres the dream. Well part of it.

I was goin to the pawn shop, (I know right?) I pull up and park and jump out the car. Which happens to be my moms car for some reason. Then *he gets out, walks past my car, smiles and chunks up the deuces. He has some orange air maxes in his hand. I dont know how many of yall was up on Air Maxes like...8 years ago, they had these DOPE ass Air Max Pluses in orange, electric blue and gray with yellow lines in em (the oranges went sooo fuckin HARD, them was my joints)...and they faded to white in the middle... I got such a shoe fetish it aint funny at all...anyways, he was carryin a pair of those (just like the ones in that pic). I'm guessin he was gonna pawn em. So I had that dream-mare and now I can't go back to sleep.

fuck is goin on?!

* He = 50 Cent.

so i been tagged...

2006-06-27T15:23:00.000-04:00

*raises eyebrow*
Fuckin Freaks LoL...

1. HAVE YOU GOTTEN LAID IN 2006?
Yup, and it resulted in me gettin knocked the fuck up. Boyyy was it worth it though =)

2. EVER HAD SEX IN A PUBLIC PLACE?
I dont know if behind the Animal Clinc counts...At the elementary school park (sorry if your kid slid down the big orange twirly slide, cause I'm sure they got some DNA on their ass...which is a coincidence, cuz I did too =x)

3. EVER LAUGH DURING SEX? IF SO WHY?
I chuckle sometimes if I'm uhh..."servicin" my nigga and he makes a lil bitch sound...I try to hold it in, but its funny to me.

4. EVER CRY DURING SEX? IF SO WHY?
Not that I can recall.

5. DO YOU LIKE TO CUDDLE AFTER SEX?
Only with my Sons daddy.

6. EVER REGRET SEX WITH SOMEONE?
HOLY HELL! Yes. "Pyscho-murderer-killer-in-jail-for-life-boy".

7. EVER FAKED AN ORGASM?
Yep. Sometimes I fake it so good, I think I nutted myself.

8. DIRTY TALK, OR SHUT THE FUCK UP?
Quiet sucks. Who just wants to hear flesh? Well I'm sure somebody does, but it aint Nique...

9. EVER HAVE UNPROTECTED SEX:
ASK THE HOOD ABOUT ME, THEY KNOW! Nah. Lemme stop before ya'll start showin up at my door thinkin I'm the neighborhood buss'down. But yeah I have...of course. I'm STD free though.

10. EVER MASTERBATE TO YOUR FRIENDS SIGNIFICANT OTHER?
Nah. Wanted to fuck the daylights outta one of my friends significant others though.

11. EVER HAVE A ONE NIGHT STAND?
Yup. Nigga was goin to Korea the next day.

12. HOW BOUT A 3-SOME?
Nah. I think I'm too selfish for that.

13. EVER WATCH PORN DURING SEX?
YEP. My idea though =/

14. EVER THOUGHT OF SOMEONE ELSE DURING SEX?
I thought of my ex once when I was havin sex with my Sons daddy...and I like instantly dried up, on some Sahara-Desert-Diana-Ross's-Wig type shit.

15. HAS THE CONDOM EVER BROKE? Yes. And I was scared as FUCK.

16. WHAT IS YOUR MOST EMBARRISING SEXUAL EXPERIENCE?
My lil cousin walkin in on me and my ex, I was sposed to be babysittin her, but I ended up bein the one who got sat. =)

17. HOW OLD WERE YOU WHEN YOU LOST YOUR VIRGINITY?
15 goin on 16.

18. WHO WOULD YOU LIKE TO HAVE SEX WITH RIGHT NOW?
My Sons Daddy.

19. DO YOU THINK THAT number 18 IS POSSIBLE?
If the war in Iraq ends, it's MORE than possible. Ya'll can call Yung Joc, cuz its gon fuckin GO DOWN!

20. ARE YOU HORNY NOW?
Horny? No. Thirsty? Yes.

21. WOULD U HAVE SEX WITH THE PERSON THAT POSTED THIS?
Well...I posted this. So yeah, I'd have sex with me. Or would I have sex with the person who tagged me? If I was a dude with a soul pole, sign me up lol.

ho, sit down vol 4...

2006-06-26T02:08:00.000-04:00

Every now and then I come across some shit thats so incredibly ignorant, funny as shit, or just pissed me the fuck off & I make a nice lil blog about it. These are the Ho Sit Down Diaries, volume 4.

Today was a very tryin day. Sometimes I try to be a good God-Fearin Christian, and sometimes I have to say "fuck it", and let the Brother Malcolm X come out in me. Today, was that day. I was chillin with a girl who used to be my bestfriend back in the day today, and she said somethin that really pissed me the fuck off. She said that her dad told her the reason she cant get a job is cuz she "talks ghetto". Now you already know what I'm thinkin right? How the fuck do you "talk ghetto"? Especially if you NEVER been near a ghetto in your life, and was born and raised in fuckin KANSAS. So I asked her, "What you mean, 'talk ghetto'?" This ho says, "Cuz I say 'ain't' and I use 'be' alot". Maybe my temper is just short, but you can't name me ONE farmin-chewin-wheat-ass white person who DOESN'T use the word "ain't", and SURPRISE, "ain't" is in the dictionary, which makes it a word. I told her "You cant fuckin talk ghetto". Then she acted like she was offended that she didn't "talk ghetto". It just pisses me the fuck off that people are still sayin dumb shit like that in 2006. Thennn she tells me that I "talk ghetto", I literally said "Get the fuck outta here". Nigga, I can speak like I'm educated, dont get the game fucked up...but I'm from the South, whatchu expect? OF COURSE I'mma have a twang, and say "thank" instead of "think", and use words like "nann", "nann'one of" or "bit mo'", but thats my dialect and thats where I come from. Thats some shit I couldn't help if I tried. So dont make it seem like I'm talkin like that to be "cool". I just got so frustrated that I let her keep fuckin talkin, cause if I woulda responded, it probably woulda been with one of my AF1s ascending up her ass. You would think thats it. But oh nooo. Next she talks about The 4th Of July, I told her that I wasnt celebratin that Anglo ass Holiday. *and lets skip the fact that she didn't know who the Anglos are* She asked why. I said "Cause we aint really free", she looked at me like my fuckin name was Anwar Iz-Balari and I was burnin a American flag in her face. "What do you mean?", she asked me. So I started to explain to her how black people will probably NEVER really be free..how we get racially profiled, only picked for certain schools because of our athletic abilities, how they can decrease a neighborhoods property value if black people move in, how we get fucked in the ass by the judicial system and how SOMEWHERE in America a black person is still gettin hung from a tree, or drug through the streets by a chain draggin like a fuckin holiday hog. I know I'm soundin like a black panther here, but I dont give a good gotdamn. She says "Thats not true! America is fair" WHAT. THE. FUCK?! America is fair?! The same America that bombs innocent countries? The same America who tried to fuckin wipe out the ENTIRE Native American race? The same America who let 6 Million Jews be slaughtered? The same America who let the Emitt Till situation happen? Ho, sit down. If America is fair, then I am the mothafuckin head of Al Quaida. Now excuse me if I get a lil hostile, but bitch this is my fuckin culture, this is the shit me and my people live every day, and you tryin to tell me there is NO racism in America? Even people who AINT AMERICAN are racist towards black people. How the fuck you come from a country with no runnin water, and call me a "nigger?". I understand black people ain't the only people who get discrimianted against, yeah, I got that memo, but understand where I'm comin from, and understand who is USUALLY the brunt of these fucked up practices. I'm gettin pissed off just writin this blog yo. Then she thinks 3 Six Mafia is the greatest rap group of all time. Those words have left her lips. HO, SIT DOWN! I'm tired of people fuckin BOTH of my cultures up (black and hip hop). I could go on and fuckin on about this shit, cause it comes to the "Everybody wanna be black, and nobody wanna be black" thing, but thats for another day. Goddamnit! *stomps foot* Anyways, this is my point I think...how can people be so fuckin IGNORANT? What the hell are the standardized tests in High School for?! What is the NEWS for? If you dont know what the fuck you're talkin about, then please proceed to sit the fuck DOWN, because I'm losin my patience with this shit. Really I am. Dont take this shit the wrong way, I'm not racist (much), I'm just proud to be who I am and I dont want people tryin to fuckin tarnish my culture, ya dig?

* the girl I mentioned is Korean. She is married to a black man, go figure.

chokeslam fridays: volume 2

2006-06-23T16:36:00.000-04:00

Study this pic, and the caption on it. Then come back. I'll be waitin...

Done? Ok. There are several things wrong with this picture. The most obvious of which, is that these are NIGGAS. COONS. JIGS. PORCH MONKIES. KNUCKLE DRAGGIN YARD APES.*insert random slur here*. Maybe this is the conspiracy theory in me, but I won't believe for one damn second that these illiterate negros "plotted" anything. These look like some extras from the Rick Ross "Hustlin" video. Fuck that! IS THAT Rick Ross?! (top row-second from left) HOMEGROWN TERROR? The only homegrown shit these niggas know about is WEED and WATERMELON. You want me to believe that they called up Ladi Dadi (Bin Laden), and asked him to help them bomb the Sears tower? I can only imagine that fuckin conversation. If I had to pick a leader, I'd pick ol 5percenter bearded negro (top row, second from the left). He just looks BOSS-AY! (how you love dat shit, RED? LoL) I'm guessin he made the phonecall.

Bossnegro: Ay, Ladi. We wanna bomb the Sears Towers.
Ladi Dadi: CREZLAFALAFUANAHFA!
Bossnegro: Yeah, nigga. Sears fired Ray-Ray babymomma last week! We gon get deez hos!
Ladi Dadi: *silent*

See? It just don't sit right. At all. Two of these cats look like niggas from MY hood in Florida. C'mon now. Black people just dont DO this type of shit. How a nigga that dont got a diploma gonna try and set fire to any damn thing, except a blunt? Do any of em even LOOK coherent or half-sober in that pic? I think not. Yeah, yeah...those are mugshots, whatever. When I went to jail, I was ALERT as a muthafucka, eyes wide the fuck open...eyes was so wide you could look through my pupil and see my next thought. No lie. Then they throw Pras from the Fugees (bottom left) and Slim Thug (top left) in the line up? I promise you, again...each and every one of these niggas has a shirt that says "Stop Snitchin", "Hustlin" or "Good Job Miami heat!". There-in lies my purpose for this bein the object of chokeslam fridays, because whoever authorized the arrests of these niggas obviously needs to be choke slammed. You want me to think Da'Quan and them tryna blow some shit up? Just like you want me to believe we at war wit Iraq for a purpose, Huh? Ho, Sit down!

Dont believe the hype!!

* and I was JUST about to leave the house, till I seen this shit on MSN.

i shoulda dropped this cop...

2006-06-23T01:18:00.000-04:00

Picture this. Nice sunny day, bout 90 degrees. I live RIGHT next door to a car wash..I'm talkin about no more than 10 feet if you climb out my window. It also just happens to be the most crunkdafied car-wash on the Middle-East side, which I think is due to me livin so close to it...but thats neither here nor there =x. So anyway, me in my "Its Hard Out Here For A Pimp", tee and some B-Ball shorts, lookin THUGGED THE FUCK OUT heads over to the car wash. Now, mind you...its still daylight, so this is when the *W.F.'s are out, you know negros run from the sun-light. Anyway I proceed to wash my car, then I drive to the vaccuum cleaner. So you know me, I got my music up to like 3 notches below the maximum. Why? Cause FUCK the law, thats why! We have this gay ass "Noise Pollution" law here, where the Clops--I mean cops, can give you a ticket if your shit is so many decibals high. My thing is, how the fuck they know how many decibals MY shit is? Back to the story though. Theres a white boy like 3 cleaners down from me, sound like he playin "The AmityVille Horror" Soundtrack or some shit...its some ol "RAHHHHHHH! ZOOBAAAAH! DEVIL TAKE ME AWAYY!!" type rock music. It is loud.as.fuck. So, I'm shoulder leanin' and vaccuumin, and then I see the piggly wiggly. I aint thinkin shit about em...again, why? CAUSE FUCK EM! Thats why! So the oinker jumps out they ol faggot ass SCOOP WAGON (we call em scoop-wagons cause they STAY scoopin niggas up and droppin em in the back of them shits!) And he proceeds to me. Now, I dont know if its cause it was sunny, or cause his neck is just red...but this muthafucka had THE REDDEST NECK I have ever seen in my LIFE. I sighed. He said "Are you aware of the Kansas noise law...blah blah" I'm like yeah. He looks at me for a full like 45 seconds. I think this is where hes makin assumptions in his head...like "She looks like one of those gang-bangin, negro females". Then he TELLS me to turn my music down. I don't like bein told to do shit. I look to the left and 666-the omen-devil-music-white-boy's music is still goin strong. Then he does the drivers license, registration thing...comes back and is like "You go to KU?" I hate the police yo, I admit I could be cordial to em. But most of em are fuckin pigs. Like this one. I go "Is that gonna get this ticket cleared?" He said "No", and I said "Well write the ticket then", he gives me the sneer...like a Elvis lip spasm thang goin. He says "The people in that *points to my house* are probably the ones who called me over here. Not everyone wants to hear your music". I say "The people who live there didnt call you. Because I live there", he double takes at my drivers license. I shut his fat ass up. Then I say "Are you gonna write that guy a ticket too? Maybe everyone doesnt wanna hear Def Zebra"...I fucked the name up on purpose, just to see if I could get a rise out of him. "I don't think thats Def LEPPARD, and its not your business if I write it", I told him I wasn't signin that ticket unless he told Whitey-Mcwhite pants to turn his shit down, or write him a ticket. "You know I can get you for obstruction of justice, don't you?". How fuckin dumb did this piglet think I was? Cmon. I told him flat out. "No you can't. My Dad is a lawyer, and I know the law well enough to know when you can and cannot get me for obstruction". Thats clearly a lie. My Pops sells fuckin luxury/sports cars. Whatever. Tom-ay-to. Tom-ah-to. He writes the rest of the ticket, snatches it off the clip board, and informs me that I don't have to sign. Which I already know. I signed it though. Because I knew my claim wouldnt hold up shit in court. Piggy McFatback gets back in his cruiser. I'm mean muggin the fuck outta him with this $190.00 ticket in my hand. Then he reaches down, grabs a clip board with the bright yellow ticket paper on it...and heads over to Whitey Mcwhite pants. Mission-a-fuckin-complished. I hate the pigs yo. I kinda think Mcwhite pants called the cops on me. Cause he WAS on his cell phone and got off a few seconds before the Lo-Pice came. So he got a ticket. I wonder what woulda happened if I woulda been wearin a "Stop Snitchin" shirt.

*W.F.'s=white folks.

the "severe thunderstorm list"...

2006-06-21T23:28:00.000-04:00

I was gonna wait till 12am, so it could look like I didn't post twice in one day...but fuck that. With no further ado...

1.they cancelled the severe thunderstorm warnin'
2.so why does it sound and look like the Book Of Revelations is comin to pass outside my window?
3. i bit my mouth, and now i keep bitin the same spot
4. its a hard knock life
5. "Do you think I meant to hurt you? Nooooo!"
6. special thanks to everybody who added me on myspace =)
7. kinda dumb of yall though. for all you know i could be some crazed psycho trackin your every move. haha. just jokin. or am i? *eye brow raises*
8. is it just me or is Makin The Band 3 some borin ass shit?
9. i miss dylan =(
10. "Raggadedonga!" - Dylan.
11. "We used to live in love, but now we're afraid--of the darkness & bitter memories, lovers who crushed us through infidelity"- LL Cool J.
12. thats the troof in the boof!
13. i like Chingy & Tyrese's song =/
14. is that bad for hip hop?
15. do rappers REALLY care if cristal doesn't want them drinkin their shit?
16. i dont think Kimora cares too much.
17. my cousin in the Chi called me today
18. she wants me to come and stay with her
19. "Different day same shit, aint nothin good in the hood, I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could"- Fiddy Pennies.
20. as much as I'm anti-50, thats my motto right now.
21. why won't they gimmie my own reality show?
22. film school is next on the agenda.
23. the white lady at walmart carded me when i tried to buy a rated R dvd
24. i almost "Hyyyy-uken!"-ed her ass
25. remember that shit? STREET FIGHTER, NIGGA!
26. which reminds me. "SEEEGA!"
27. i was told i was too crunk today
28. to which i replied "HO SIT DOWN!"
29. the Lil Jon "Snap Ya Fingers" video really makes me feel like i snorted some shit i shouldn't have. all those goddamn colors.
30. i cant help but feel like im wastin my life sometimes
31. i think i need to map out a plan or somethin
32. after i eat this cheesecake
33. "I would never turn my back or turn you down, even if you turn around muthafucka"-Weezy.
34. man, i miss my dawgs.
35. i talk alot of shit, but im still sensitive.
36. how is that possible?
37. "Sensitive thugs, ya'll all need hugs!" - Jay
38. if i see one more bitch wit her ass and titties jigglin in my face in a Hip Hop video...
39. lets get creative, people!
40. anybody remember Marc Dorsey?
41. bein black is the new trend
42. but if you wanna be black, theres certain things you HAVE to know
43. you MUST be able to name at LEAST 4 stars from "Harlem Nights"
44. and chicken is NOT a pre-req
45. its still stormin
46. the thunder scares me.
47. yea... thunder
48. did she really text me at 11:30AM and tell me she didnt have peanut butter?
49. and then get mad when i told her my "fucking name aint Benson"?
50. for anybody who was debatin it...YES,hot bubble baths are the shit
51. i love my mommy
52. "Mommy, I just want you to know, I love you so, if you wasnt here, I'd love your soul...my angel, Mommy I'd die faithful..just knowin somebody tried to violate you"
53. "Drink gatorade, not haterade!"- My Mommy
54. "Sis, dont let em catch you RIDIN DURTAYYYY!"- My Pops
55. yes yes, my family is the shit wit no toilet
56. Teej. Listing helps. It really does.
57. they hated on me cuz i'd rather watch "Science Of The Bible", than "Belly"
58. ignant lil shitheads
59. everytime my son kicks, i smile =)
60. fuck what they say. DO YOU!

my space-1, nique-0

2006-06-21T16:39:00.000-04:00

So uh. I tried to grace you lovely folks and add you to my friends list. Soon as I click on "add to friends", HO SPACE takes me to the home page. *shakes fist*
For anybody who cares, or doesn't care and just doesn't have shit else to do...

http://www.myspace.com/shezwaymoreflythanu

See if it does the same thing to you. I got owned.

take dat...take dat

2006-06-20T23:23:00.000-04:00

I never been much of a group worker. Like in class when we had to work with groups, I hated it. Mainly cause I'm bossy as shit and I pretty much want everything done my way. So today in class we had to work as a group and come up with conclusions to this literary journal we read. So I sat there with my lame ass group, not sayin shit. There were these questions on a worksheet that we had to answer, so they comin up with answers out loud and shit and writin em down. Well, time comes to present em and I aint said shit the whooooole work-time...so once we get up there and everybody says their part...they hand me the last question. The question with no answer written down. I gave those mothafuckas a Damien from "The Omen" type look and proceeded to answer the question off the top of my lil Floridian head. So when I'm done freestylin my answer, my teacher is like "That is probably the best interpretation I've heard on this literary journal yet". My hatin ass group members look at me. I thumbs-upped they asses. In my mind I'm on some P. Diddy "take dat, take dat hahaaaa!" shit. Try to play the NIQUE THE KIDDSKI? Negative!

On the other side....any body good at dream interpretations? I had a dream bout Hova last night. I seen this nigga and Beyonce in the parkin lot of everybodys favorite store, Wal-Mart. I go "Ya'll ARE SO CUTE!" somehow, B dissapears and me and Hov and like 3 of my homeboys are in the car headin to God knows where, and outta nowhere Hov is like "If I aint have all this dough, would you like me though?" and I told him he wasnt cute, & it wasnt the dough. *looks around the room* I gotta stop eatin pork before I go to bed.

p.s.

So um. Im back on myspace. Anybody got a myspace page? I wanna see you bloggers outside of this blog...um...bloggation? Whatever.

real quick...

2006-06-18T13:45:00.000-04:00

I wanna tell all the REAL Daddies out there Happy Fathers Day. Cuz there aint many men who stand up and take care of whats theirs now a days. So enjoy ya day and try to get some sex or somethin. =)

chokeslam fridays

2006-06-16T15:04:00.000-04:00

Salutations blogheads. Well, here it is friday. wooo! *sways* [its friiiiday and im ready to swang] But F all that. Got business to attend to. Refer to the post about S.F.I.'s to know what I'm talkin about. The S.F.I. team has apparently inducted a new member. My Childs Father's Mama. This freckle faced bald head scally wag (aight, she aint bald but...whatever) done came outta pocket on me! She called me yesterday...this is how the conversation went

dopeness: hello?
freckleface: dominique...
dopeness: *makes a face, you know how you do when you on the phone* yeah?...
freckleface: how are you? *doesnt give me a chance to answer* Kevin said that he called you last night and you acted like you didn't know who he was.
dopeness: *puts my krispy kreme down slowly* WHAT?
freckleface: mmm-hmm, well why-
dopeness: BIT--*you know what was comin next, somehow I stopped myself* I couldnt hear him, and next time you talk to him tell him to keep our business our business and quit runnin to you like a child
freckleface: he...hold on for a minute, i got another call
dopeness: ok *hangs up*
dopeness:*presses power button on sidekick*

That was pretty much it. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH BOTH OF THEM? Is my question to ponder today. He too grown to be runnin to his mommy everytime I "do" somethin to him. Lil bitch ass. Then, what was she tryna do? Confront me? Pshht. They must not know who the fuck I am. Niggaz better drive slow. She know my temper as short as your nearest hood rats' hair...so why even try the KIDD like that? *shrugs. So after that lil fiasco, I had to go to the mall and blow off some steam. Thanks to them, I now have $11.00.
Enough of that.

- Beyonce's new song? Ehh. I guess it gotta grow on me. Her lil tremblin voice over a 808 aint exactly what I wanna have bangin out my speakers... I only downloaded it cause I'm a complete and total Jay Stan so..enjoy Beyonce feat. Hov - Deja Vu.

- Yesterday my homeboy told me I cuss too much & it's not ladylike. I thought about it, and hes right. But fuck that shit, I gotta do me.

- I gotta give a speech on Tuesday. I know it's only Friday, but the speech is gonnna be about my Grandpas Funeral and how all throughout it, my 6 year old cousin kept screamin "I'M THE DOO DOO MAN!".

- I want my ears peirced today. Seein as how I got 6556533.312 holes in my ear, I dont see where its gonna fit. I want a bar this time. My mama told me that I'm "Not one of them white folks" so I need to stop gettin shit peirced =/

Have a good weekend, chumps.

just cuz i love jugg...

2006-06-15T03:27:00.000-04:00

From the X3 flick, in case anybody ain't seen it yet. Gotta say, they basically raped the funny outta it. That British accent=mad un-threatenin'. Juggs would NEVER sound like that. Leave it to Hollywood to fuck some shit up!

S.F.I

2006-06-15T00:55:00.000-04:00

I hate grown men who do childish shit. Childish shit like call my phone 5 minutes ago (From Iraq), mind you and get mad when I can't hear shit on that FUCKED UP ass reception. I'm all like "Huh? Who is this?" This bitch nigga "NEVA-MIND!" and hangs up. You don't fuckin hang up on me. Lemme rephrase that. You dont hang up on NOBODY when you in a position where ya ass can get blasted the fuck away at any second. All he had to do is say his fuckin name. I know that woulda took away from his pride, cuz I'm sposed know his voice from jump...but the TV was loud as shit, and I wasnt even focused on the phone cuz I was doin my EnglishComp paper, so dont get all pissy wit me cuz I can't hear ya punk ass. I'm mad.

*S.F.I.=Stupid Fucks Incorporated.

the ash crusades

2006-06-14T01:35:00.000-04:00

PART I.

Theres this chick in my Public Speakin class who must have a mortal fear of lotion. Now, I know we are ALL ashy at sometime in life. It happens. But if you're like me, you remedy the situation, cocoa butter, body creme, baby oil, vasaline and maybe even Crisco (the trick to that is not lettin ya Moms see you wastin her cookin' oil on ya rough ass elephant skin knees). Anyway, today she came and sat by me with her Crocs on. I looked down, outta habit to see just how ashy she was today. My eyes were bigger than Tracee Ellis Ross's. I bullshit you not. Why, You ask? Because today when I looked, there was no ordinary ash there. This was some Gospel Of John-End Of Days type ash. The shit had a fuckin GLOW to it. I honestly thought she was wearin stockins. So I did what any self respectin person of no ash would do.

SNAPPED A PIC. I added the arrow for ya'll to witness the aura of her ash. If you cant see the glow on that fuckin' foot, I demand you go to Lenscrafters.com and get you some seein device. Throughout the duration of the class, after I took that pic...her feet mysteriously dissapeared, and I couldnt see them in plain view anymore. So un-ashified people of the world, unite. We cant let these flaky footed, alligator skinned, baby turtle shell-elbow havin muthafuckas take over! I'm on a crusade to rid the world of ashiness, one foot at a time.

blogger jackin

2006-06-13T02:00:00.000-04:00

So, I stole this from the lovely and talented Mr. Charles' blog. Im not sleepy yet, and instead of doin somethin constructive, I decided to go'head and grace ya'll with a nice, concise list of my firsts....

First crush: My First crush was wayyy back in about 5th grade, a boy named Robert. I distinctly remember crushin' on him because we had the same black and white patent leather Jordans. Sad huh?

First kiss: 3rd grade. That was back in the "boys got cooties" era of life, so I don't know how he managed to kiss me without me deckin his lil raunchy ass. After he kissed me on the cheek, he pushed me in the dirt though.

First Date: Date, Shmate. I cant remember any significant dates. Cuz back in those younger middleschool days, a date coulda been ANYTHING. Shit, walkin to the park was a date.

First 'relationship': Now, I've had about 49565854 boyfriends, but I can only count about two relationships. Anyway, my junior year of highschool. That was one of those love/hate things. Well actually...it was a hate/hate. We very rarely sat down and talked, it was usually me screamin at the top of my lungs, hangin up a cellphone and him throwin fuckin sticks at my window at 4AM to get me to talk to him again. *shrugs

First job: Laugh all you want. I've only had one job. Ever. It was at this place called Alorica Inc, and I was a Gateway Computer Tech Support Agent (which is French for-"unhelpful mothafucka") We were SUPPOSED to help customers that called in and had problems with their PC's but I usually just transfered my calls to someone else, cause those mothafuckas try to get irate. I quit before I got fired, I knew it was comin because I told this one cat that he shoulda got a Dell. [note:sorry if one of ya'll got Gateway and called in for tech support and recieved no help. my bad. well im not really sorry but...you know]

First paycheck: From Alorica. It was a nice lil $300.00 check. I bought some Cartier shades that I sat on and smashed two days later. Musta been Karma.

First love: Wooo! Anthony Burton. To this day I STILL love that boy. Well ... not "in" love, but I got so much love for that nigga it borders on obsession. That is, and always will be my baby.

First...you know...: Can't help but laugh at this atrocity. I was 15 turnin 16. My dumbass thought I was grown, tryna hang with my cousin. Anyways there was a boy who shall remain nameless, he was 17. He was Cuban and Black. He had wavy hair. That was enough to get me on my cousins patio, on a big ass lawn chair screamin for the dear Lord. I don't know how he stayed hard with me yellin like a banshee and sayin "OW!" every 5 seconds.

First time high: 8th grade. My friends parents owned a club and they were NEVER home, so we'd all be at her house. Her older brothers friends were on the back porch gettin faded. We watched them, then sprinkled weed on a crushed up sprite can and waved the lighter over the weed and sucked the smoke through the part you drink out of the can. In hindsight, we musta looked like a buncha crack-hypes. Then there was the time I popped a thizz (X pill). I said that shit was for white folks & I'd never do it. This is gonna sound bad, but that was a ...good high, I came home and cleaned up the whole house, washed my car and cleaned it out and was WIRED till about 5pm the next day.

First time drunk: 8th grade again. We had a friend that was a senior in highschool and he'd get us drunk and then we'd bounce. I remember takin shots of Wild Turkey and Paul Masson like that shit was WATER. I mighta even been a slight alcoholic then, cause we used to mix Vodka up in soda bottles and drink it at school.

First shoes: These smallll blue, felt Oshkosh kicks. We still got em around here somewhere.

First major accomplishment: When they fucked up in a major way and made me editor of the school newspaper in middle school. Then of course Graduatin'. Then actually MAKIN it to graduation without bein pregnant/or havin a baby (cause these clucks around here usually are pregnant by age 16 or 17).

First place I went when I got my license: What is this license you speak of? Nah. I went the same places I went when I DIDN'T have a license. lol.

First MAJOR road trip by myself: Man. FUNNEST SHIT EVER. Went to Fort Ustis, VA, VA Beach, Newport News VA, B-more, MD, DC-MARYLAND, some lil hick town in NJ, and of COURSE NY. That was the funnest summer of my life yo.

punches keyboard

2006-06-12T23:20:00.000-04:00

...There are no words to describe my pisstivity right now. So, I'm tryna burn me another copy of Confessions to listen to in the tub. Real Player decides it wants to be a slut-bag and not work. Keeps freezin. Then my start button and tool bar go off on a trickfest. Lil ol short tempered me snatches up the nearest thing ...which happened to be a pen, and hurled that bitch at my screen in frustration. Dell makes some ol faggoty soft ass screens. I now have a crack in my computer screen and a red line goin down it lookin like a fuckin scanner in the Walmart Produce aisle. Next, somebody called my phone a few seconds ago. They ain't block the number, so I'm guessin its somebody I know just tryna be funny...anyways in a wack ass British accent, they said "Dominique", somethin and then asked me a question. I said "ARRRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!" you know, that rabid animal/groan sound that people make from time to time? Thats the sound I made. My anger problems are gettin the best of me right now.

pardon my hostility...

2006-06-12T04:49:00.000-04:00

But GOTDAMMIT, blogger youse a raggedy ho. My creativity feels seriously stifled around here. These templates are ass-clown shit & I don't like none of em. I like change. I wanna change my template accordin to my mood. I know ya'll gave me some sites to help get a template, but they ain't work out. I wanna make my own damn banner to go at the top, and I DONT want this weak ass format. I get tired of lookin at it. (-_-) <-- my face right now.

a reason to live!

2006-06-11T16:34:00.000-04:00

*tries to contain excitement. If you've been on the planet for the past year or two, I'm sure you've seen the JUGGERNAUT video. This is my ALL TIME favorite You Tube clip, better than the Chicken Noodle Soup Dance, AND Hov's HP commercial. So comin soon J2, Juggment day will be on You Tube and I'll be squeezin my butt cheeks in anticipation until then. Thank you.

just cuz...

2006-06-10T23:52:00.000-04:00

When you and I first met
We were so inseparable
And on that last day I left
Thinkin we'd need a miracle
Cause every little word that you said to me
Became the biggest pain in my heart
And all my pride making me pretend
You'd be so happy that we're apart
You just don't understand

You just don't understand
You got to be there for me
You hold my heart in your hand
You got to be there for me
You just don't understand

nah nah nah nah nah
nah nah nah nah

So far down this road
I'm not sure we can repair
And each and every time we be on the phone
We both actin like we don't care
It would be so sad to me
To be the one that got away
And it hurts just as much to see
To see the feelings we have decayed
Decay in front of our eyes ...

*note, I don't get like this too often. All sentimental and shit, but thats my damn SONG right there. Smack ya favorite singer.

*sigh

2006-06-10T22:02:00.000-04:00

Ever wonder what the fuck you're gonna do with the rest of your life? I'm sure you do. I'm in school. Thats fine & dandy. Its kinda a waste of time though if I don't know what I'm gonna do. I always talk to my Mommy, and she says "You only 20!", and that I still got a long time left, but nowadays, we're so rushed to grow up, and get rich by ourselves that its kinda stressin'. *sigh. *violins play in the background*

3 AM

2006-06-10T04:09:00.000-04:00

My closet looks like the book of Revelations came to pass. 3:06AM Friday Evenin/Saturday Mornin, Dru Hill (Sleepin In My Bed) blastin and I'm on fuckin BLOGGER. *shakes head. Just tryna do ANYTHING but get down there and pick up the mass of shoes, purses and clothes that done found themselves a home in the bottom of my garment facilitator. Oh yeah. The pic up there has no purpose whatsoever. (However, any of you niggas makin videos for UNCUT..feel free to contact me. Nah. I'm just kiddin like Jason. Unless ya gon do it) WAIT, SHIT, its my blog...I aint gotta explain shit to you muthaeffas! *shrugs

p.s.

I dare ANY muthafucka to try to tell me Dru Hill wasn't/isn't the shit. Somebody's sleepin in my beeed baby...

anybody else smell bullshit?

2006-06-09T03:05:00.000-04:00

Most people awake to the sound of an alarm. Maybe some people just wake up on their own accord. But Me? Oh no. I got awoken to Paula DeAnda's "Doin Too Much" (my ringtone for my babys father's Mothers crib)...Why did I pick "Doin Too Much"? Simply, cuz that bitch does WAY too much. Case in point. She wakes me up, tellin me that Kevin's car insurance went up and his license is suspended. I'm like "Ok...", because remember--I've just been rudely awakened and my brain ain't fully registerin whats goin on. She then proceeds to open her chapped ass lips & say "His insurance went up cuz he got a ticket on April 25th". Now stupid ol me. I'm still like "Ok...", and then it hits me. I WAS IN POSESSION OF THE GAY ASS DODGE STRATUS ON THE AFORMENTIONED DATE. Did I get a ticket? No. Was anybody else drivin the car? No. I tell her it's impossible. She told me that whoever got the ticket, gave the police the wrong information, so they just rose his insurance payments higher & suspended his license. Now. If you ain't smellin the bullshit yet, let me paint a clearer picture. EVERYBODY thats been ~~harrassed~~ pulled over by the police KNOWS that once they hit them lights on you...they gonna ask for two things--License...and YOU GUESSED IT, Registration! So how could a nigga fake that? You'd have to be some ol Covert-Government-Master-Of-Disguise-Austin-Powers-Get-Smart-MacGyver-Mojo-Havin muthafucka to get outta that one. Then the second is. How the HELL can they suspend HIS license for some shit that DIDNT EVEN HAPPEN? Then she tries to antagonize me (at least thats how I felt) "Well, Kevin is gonna be so pissed", and I say "Well, there aint shit I can do about that". I didnt mean to cuss at the bitch, but she needed to have a seat just then. C'mon. Yeah, I'm from Florida. I'll give her that, but I aint from fuckin Bent Fork County or no shit like that. We CAN read, believe it or not, and we do have a general understandin of when shit dont sound right. Hell, I might speak a lil slow...but dont let the twang fool yo ass. So shes still talkin, by this time I'm just so heated that I'm kinda tunin her raggly ass out, but I get the general consensus of the situation. The bitch is tryna blame YOURS TRULY. Ho, sit down...relax, take two slaps to the face and call me in the mornin. Now, before this nigga left...he had tickets. I dont know whether he paid em or not. THATS probably why his license is suspended, and why his gotdamn insurance is high. WHAT THE FUCK HE NEED WITH A LICENSE IN IRAQ ANYWAY? Mureef AL-Binzawri and them ain't worried about whether or not the nigga know how to do a three point turn, I can promise you that. This ol four eyed yamp got one more time to call me tellin me some ol insignificant shit, before I cuss her ass smooV the fuck out and excommunicate them niggas from my damn life. She find somethin new every two weeks to call me and question me about. It done got as old and repetitive as Mike Jones sayin his name. I probably shouldn't piss her off, since she lives in D.C. and all, and them niggaz is known for snipin' innocent folks such as myself. Oh well. I'll Day After Tomorrow her ass, if she really want it! I'm done. Back to your regularly scheduled bloggin'.

P.S.-blogger, you need to stop turnin tricks in the daytime so I can actually get on this shit and get my frustrations out. Or else I'll Al-Zarqawi ya ass, try me if you think im playin!

*blackberry molassessssss one of the things that never channngeee...ya gotta keep pushin oooooon the sun dont rain all the timeee theres gonna be some heartache and paiiin...[that doesnt have shit to do with the monkeys backbone, but thats my damn song!]

"i was dreamin when i wrote this, forgive if it goes astray"...

2006-06-07T22:31:00.000-04:00

So. I sit here, with my ribs bein pounded by my unborn seed, and I wonder...WHO THE FUCK WOULD DO THIS SHIT ON PURPOSE? Yea, children are a blessin. I got that memo. Plus, I'm already attached to my lil one...but damn! Today I went to my first day at this lil job, at a grocery store as a cashier. I'm standin up for like 3 hours straight, all of a sudden...I got maaaad dizzy. Head broke out in a cold sweat. Vision darkened. I'm talkin bout all in a matter of like 10 seconds. Then, I vomited. I aint talkin no regular vomit. It was like a constant, unwavering stream of bile. The manager told me to go home. I mean, like the nigga really said "Yo. Go Home". I call my Mommy (cuz what else would YOU do?) and she tells me that she didn't want me workin anyways, and blahbiddy blah. What can I say? At least I tried. I shoulda known though, pregnancy & standin up for long ass hours aint a good math problem. Then earlier, I wanted to go get a tat. Forgot you cant do that when you're pregnant either. Right now, I have a headache, guess what? Cant take no fuckin aspirin. Joys of pregnancy, my ass.

i <3 daddy fat sacks

2006-06-06T01:21:00.000-04:00

"Yeah...I told ya'll niggas bout gotdamn takin them hos to the Cheesecake Factory, lettin em order strawberry lemonade & popcorn shrimp, all they gon do is try to get all yo muddafuckin CHEEZE!" - Big Boi "We Love These Ho's".

Scratch the title of this post. I <3 Outkast in general. They brighten my day, all day erday.

unruly tramps!

2006-06-06T01:11:00.000-04:00

*Sighs. God, shed some light down on these unruly tramps. Why must they constantly cluck and cluck about eachother, but yet when they see the object of their cluckery, they remain silent? Thats the difference between a real bitch & a cluck. You see, a real bitch..(for instance, ME) will say what I gotta say to any of these birds. CUZ, I AINT NEVA SCARED! (no Bonecrusher). Fortunately, I dont have to waste none of my energy on these jezebels currently, because they're not cluckin in my yard. But I can hear their wings startin to flap in my homegirl's yard, who is also a trill bitch...it just bothers me that they can talk slick, until they get their card pulled. *shakes head in dismay & sadness. For the life of me, I cannot understand why a cluck will wanna fight over a nigga who DOESN'T want her anymore, ISN'T leadin her to believe that he does want her & pays her about as much attention as the Republicans pay to poor black folk. Worst of all, a nigga with no legit job, barely a place to live, "sells weed", but yet whos phone is always cut off, has no car and about 3 or 4 babymommas that he be duckin and dodgin from. Step your standards up...these yamps out here need guidance. And FAST!

666

2006-06-04T13:46:00.000-04:00

Due to the fact that June 6, 2006 is fast approachin'...I wanna make a couple confessions, just in case somethin crazy like...oh, I dont know...the RAPTURE, THE END OF THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT, HELL RISES ON EARTH happens or somethin. *shrugs

1. It was me and 3 other people who used to go around the city in the wee hours of the mornin (3 or 4 am), and randomly spray cuss words on peoples houses, city buildings, etc. It was also us who took all the toys from this lady's yard and moved them to the middle of the street. Oops.

2. The clogged up bathrooms in Highschool? Wet tissue thrown on the top of the bathroom ceilin? That was me.

3. The field that caught on fire behind where Arby's used to be? I didn't do it. I was there when it happened though. I ran like hell.

4. All the people with TOO MANY/ugly Christmas decorations that magically got snatched down? That was us too. My bad!

5. This is a throwback. Mrs. Burgess, my 4th grade teacher is probably still wonderin what happened to her BIG ass bucket of bubblegum & those colorful hard plastic bears that you teach kids to count with. Sorry. Peer pressure was a MUTHAFUCKA back then!

6. Sometimes when I was in Church, I used to have some SERIOUSLY unholy thoughts rollin in my brain, and the more I tried to make em go away...well, you know.

7. Same as prayer. Ever be prayin at night and some other shit just come up? Like "Damn, I'm horny" ...its uncontrollable man!

8. This is shit is mean. I remember me & my (then) bestfriend seen this girl in our class that we HATED. She was Rosemary's baby and a cousin to the Devil. PURE EVIL. She used to make fun of me cuz I was shorter than her, and she used to always tell me my hair wasn't real, and she told everybody that I didnt wear a real bra yet...so anyway me & my friend were walkin to Baskin Robbins and we saw her, she was diggin in the dumpster behind the Good Will. So we went to school the next day and told EVERYBODY she was a Dumpster-Diver, and of course when you're in 6th grade...niggaz take it and run with it. I feel bad now, cuz I guess thats what she had to do. But I was a lil kid, and kids are cruel.

9. I used to terrorize my lil cousin. I'd lock him in the garage for hours.

10. I was one bad muthaeffa back in the days.

11. The first time I got arrested, I told the police that I was the one that stole all the stuff (3 counts of theft, cuz it was from 3 different stores), but really I didn't steal shit. I just didn't want my friend to go to jail, cuz she already had 3 theft charges. I even had enough money to bail myself out of jail. So, when my mom came to get the money outta my car to bail me out, I told them I was the one who stole. When really, I didn't steal shit.

12. When that white girl in Riley county got robbed...I was the one who took the niggaz to do it. They paid me $500.00

I think thats enough for right now. I dont wanna scare ya'll into thinkin I'm some sorta demonistic heathen, I was just...misguided. Theres SO much more I could post, but it'd probably traumatize ya'll. I doubt if the world comes crashin down at our feet, on June 6th, but I wanna have at least a HALF clear conscience if it does.

so...

2006-06-02T01:47:00.000-04:00

Which one of you lovely people wanna help me out? I'm tired of usin bloggers wack ass templates. I'm pretty nice on the Paint Shop Pro, but my HTML is kinda thoed off. Anybody know how to put up their own templates (or got a cousins baby mamas uncle who knows how?)...and I wanna change my words and shit down there where it says "comments", thats so boring. Know any sites? People? Aliens? Cats? Rats? Chickens? Ducks? People with jobs? People without jobs? You get my drift like a ocean right? Right. Swalla back.

and....

2006-06-01T03:51:00.000-04:00

Fallin in love is like fallin off of a buildin', it doesn't hurt until the end.

Forgot where I seen it. But the shit is true.

thats my dawg!

2006-06-01T03:43:00.000-04:00

Cuz today is June 1st, its my DAWG'S (read dog) birthday. Might seem a lil psycho to ya'll but my dog is a ridah. His name ALONE is gangsta. Boobie. Plain & simple. Just Boobie (although my mom tries to say his name is Midnite, which is completely un-gangsta), He's a Cockapoo (Cockerspaniel/Poodle),He got a iced out collar with a B medallion on it, Whats fuckin with that? I got Boobie when he was first born on June 1st, when I was goin into 4th grade. So you know...he's on some RELATIVE CLOSENESS type shit. Thats my ace boon coon right there. And that white around his lip? That's GRAY hair. Tell me that aint pimpin!

let there be chicken!

2006-05-30T01:54:00.000-04:00

Salutations blogheads! I must say, I'm feelin extraordinarily gangsta right now. Why? Cause its thunderstormin & lightinin, and I got a big ass tub of hot water with my feet in it, under my desk, next to these eletric wires. (gangsta, stupid..tomato..tah-mah-to)*shrugs* Normally, my feet wouldnt be in a tub of water...but seein as how I thought I HAD to be cute today, and wear my GORGEOUS STILETTOS with the Swarvoski crystals on em (thats the eye candy ya peepin, upper left) my feet on swole like Esther Rolle after a Porkchop dinner. In case you aint up on thangs...pregnant women+skinny heels=fat ass sausage toes & hamhock ankles. All in the name of Memorial day. I couldn't step out lookin unfly today, not when there'd be so many people out and about on the block. I did the typical coon thing, hit up some BBQ's and ate. Somethin' has been tuggin at the depths of my soul today though. I didn't taste ONE GOOD BIT of chicken! I'm not a big chicken person myself (and FUCK YOU, cause I'm STILL BLACK!), but I can deal with BBQ chicken. I went to 3 BBQ'S. The first chicken was too dry. How the hell do you have some ol Sahara Desert-strike-a-match-start-a-fire ass BBQ chicken?! The second, tasted like it was marinated in salt for the past 13 and a half months. Then the third looked beautiful. Gorgeous. But tasted like a heap of burnt ass metal. So I ask you, America...WHERE WAS THE GOOD DAMN CHICKEN TODAY? On another note, all day long I've been thinkin about my Childs Pops. Poor baby is sittin over there somewhere in the fuckin desert on some secret ass mission, not able to use the phone, and for what? He doesn't even know why hes in Iraq. None of the boys that go over there and come back seem to know why. It pisses me the fuck off to be blatant about the situation. Especially since its Memorial day. Another thing that makes me mad, is when I have my son, he wont even be able to come to the U.S. and see him until November. Thats some ol fuck ass shit right there too. I was raised in a Military family, and my Pops and Moms were both in the Army. They BOTH told me that they've never heard no bullshit like a man not bein able to come home to see his child bein born. I dont wanna turn this into a bitch-and-moan-blog though...so I just wanna give my thanks to anybody (livin or deceased) thats in the service and fightin for me...although I dont know what the fuck ya'll fightin for since gas is STILL just above $3.00 Swalla back youngin's.

saturday in the cathedral

2006-05-27T21:29:00.000-04:00

Ayo, no disrespect...but Catholic weddings = MADD BORIN. Case in point, today I'm at this cat named Frankie's wedding, cuz my Pops was the best man...and the songs they sang, SNOREVILLE. They singin all in a highpitched tone..the entire time. Just when I thought my eardrums busted & my brain was gonna start leakin outta my ears, they stopped the damn madness. I couldn't get down with Mass yo. If I gotta be in some sort of Holy Temple, they gotta be playin the organ mad loud, have Sista Ophelia singin in her rough-ass voice, Lil JooJoo gotta be on the drums, and I'mma need about 8 people rollin down my aisle catchin the Holy Ghost. Ain't nothin wrong with praisin the Lord calmly, but damn...I think its more interestin when you got 98 year old ladies jumpin up and down and krumpin through the church. That's just my take though. Anyway, as per usual...I was lookin FABULICIOUS, until after I left the church. I went to ~~my friend's house~~ the dope house and this dumb whore gonna let me open a soda that decided it was time to explode, and it exploded all over my SNOW WHITE DKNY skirt(ya'll oughta know by now that posessions=life to me). I think I mighta even blacked out for a second. Cuz after it exploded I felt gone for a few seconds, then she says "They've been doin that all day!", and laughs. THE. BITCH. LAUGHED. I got even more vexed. Then she has the audacity, the NERVE, the GUMPTION to say..."Oh, stop trippin...its just a skirt!" JUST A SKIRT? JUST A FUCKIN SKIRT?! I almost Hiroshima and Nagasaki'd her ass right on the spot. I informed her that just because she shopped clearance all the time, didn't mean that everybody else did and I hadda come outta pocket with 80$ for this "just a skirt". She then said that I shouldn'ta paid that much for it. Ho, sit down. I don't know if I just got a short temper, or if that was a legit reason to be mad. Either way. I shoulda snatched her up and banged her in the head with that fuckin Raspberry Doctor Pepper. Next, this
dumbass, Kansas bred-small town ignant ho wanna tell me to use her bleach pen. SOMEBODY TELL ME, WHY IN THE FUCK OF ALL FUCKS...DID THAT SHIT MAKE THE SPOTS OF SODA ON MY SKIRT TURN PERIFUCKINWINKLE?!That aint all. Then her sister comes out from the back room and its like "LOOK AT YOUR BELLY, GIRL YOU'RE GETTIN BIG!", now maybe, justttt maybe if I hadn't already been on the verge of a murderous rampage, that wouldn'ta pissed me off. I'm gettin big? I'M 6 MONTHS PREGNANT, what the fuck do you expect? I don't need you goddamn informin me that I lost my effin waistline, I see it every day. I was 120 pre-pregnancy, and what do you weigh right now, (with NO kids...might I add). Somewhere in the big ass neighborhood of 250? So, I told her to go fuck herself & that I still remember what each of my toes look like, unlike her. I didn't say it in a jokin way. She laughed. She thought I was jokin. Then she said "Exhale girl!", EXHALE? EXHALE?! HOW BOUT I EXHALE MY FIST INTO YOUR MOUTH? FUCKA WHITNEY HOUSTON, IM BREATHIN JUST FINE, FUCK YOU VERY MUCH. All in all, this has been a very trying day & I shoulda stayed my ass in the Cathedral.

the "stay the night" list

2006-05-26T02:09:00.000-04:00

1. you keep sayin stay the niiiiight, just let me rock ya till the mornin liiiiight!
2. that song reminds me of him.
3. "plus she got a body that could prolly turn a gay man straight!"
4. why her toes looked like baby turtle heads? =(
5. may 31
6. do you want a revolution? WOO WOO!
7. gold grillz aint for everybody
8. remember jelly sandals?
9. beads in your hair?
10. ridin bikes?
11. when did shit stop bein simple?
12. it dont take a whole day to recognize sunshine
13. im smarter than they give me credit for
14. i told them to give me wings, cuz im flyyyy
15. why she always tryin to give advice and dont know what the hell she talkin bout?
16. i gotta get me some new friends
17. "i'll blow yo head smooooooov off!"
18. my mama brought me back a party favor shaped like a penis, and when you blow it a paper with lil pictures of sperm flys out =)
19. "i can feel it inside/i cant explain how it feels/all i know is that i'll never dish another raw deal"- LL Cool J "I Need Love".
20. girls actually was feelin that cornball ass shit?
21. fuck the ~~Source~~ Sauce Magazine!
22. he said im beautiful
23. i told him his ears reminded me of NASA satellites
24. am i too hard on people?
25. or are they too hard on me?
26. "oh, oh sheiiiila"
27. i wonder if im the only one who yelled when Prince came out on the American Idol finale
28. i expect to be rich
29. im talented, right?
30. lighters + nail polish = uncontrollable fire
31. Damarion left today =(
32. mamas lasanga
33. "I tried to go on like I never knew you/I'm awake, but my world is half asleep/I prayed, for this heart to be unbroken/but with out you all I'm goin to be is incompleeeete"- Backstreet Boys "Incomplete"
34. dont sleep
35. T.I. got his herpes cleared up? SIGN ME UP!
36. what happened to Latif?
37."I just love that smilin face/and the early sun/if I can't have you to myself/Then lifes no fun" -Bootsy Collins "Rather Be With You"
38. so beans got clapped yesterday? HAHAH!
39. why nobody wont clap Remy Ma?
40. where Timbalands neck go?
41. Dmx sounds like he been readin the "Whitney Houston Guide To Life", on his new album
42. GO NAS!
43. oooooh oooooh oooooh GIRL, as long as I been givin my love to you-ooh!
44. imma sink my love in yo eye, baby!
45. i'd never live there
46. WAY too many white folks
47. if you aint up on thangs...
48. the 98 taurus rides like a dream, two 12s in the trunk and tinted out, ALREADY!
49. im at 49 already?
50. thats quite enough.

love'll make you do right.

2006-05-26T01:16:00.000-04:00

Love'll make you do damn wrong too. I know. My Ex called me today. I normally dont accept his calls, cuz well, hes my ex for a reason. He called from a 504 number (New Orleans), which I shoulda paid attention to. I dont know what the hell made him think I wanted to talk to him, but he proceeded to tell me that he was "Still in love" with me, and that if things dont work out with me and my childs pops, that hes there for me. Now, in retrospect, that sounds all nice and gentle and shit right? All caring and sentimental huh? GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE. I know G when I hear it/see it and that nigga was runnin G. You don't just call somebody out the blue on some "You're the only girl I care about. I wanna be with you", type shit. I cant believe that shit was sincere, cause if I did, I'd be a damn fool. What the fuck does he expect me to do anyway? Drop my nigga right now, that just happens to be in Iraq, fightin for my freedom and petroleum oil for his ol unemployed, no highschool diploma havin ass? Once again, GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE. On a totally unrelated, and random note: another Ex of mine, (we'll just call him "Psycho Ex Murderer Negroid From Alabama")is in jail. Why? Because he decided it would be acceptable to kill his girlfriend's 7 year old son (coincidentally, this is the same gap tooth, dry wig wearin whore that he cheated on me with). Hit rewind with me folks, for I have a previous story to tell you about PEMNFA. This was the first (and last) nigga who ever put his hands on me. Like literally tried to do the world a disservice and get rid of the kid. Unbelieveable right? Anyway, I caught him at dry-wig-whore's apartment one night. My exact words to him were "Well, thats rude", he told me to get in his car so he could talk to me. Me bein the dumbass I was then (I was 18), actually got in there. Outta nowhere, nigga starts chokin me out till it literally went black, punchin me in the head and shit. I'm thinkin to myself like "I aint goin out like this!", so I bite the web of his hand till the white skin is just hangin, blood dribblin everywhere, take off my BCBG stiletto and get him in the dentals (I know I dented one of them fake ass gold fang caps), and while he's tryna stop the web from bleedin and cussin and tryna grab at me, I stabbed at his dick with the stiletto, got the fuck outta the car and then barefooted, I kicked the fuck outta his lil bitch ass maroon Caddy. So its not surprising that he killed somebody. But, prior to that, he too called me tryin to talk sweet. AFTER he tried to murk me out. Can I get a collective GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE? Like, I'm a good person, I generally do right by people, you know? So why do I keep gettin these FUCK UPS? It cant be me. I refuse to believe that. I dont even go for the gangsta-drug-dealer-on-24s shit no more, cause that shits played out to me. Grow up and get a real job. With a dental plan. Ya know? *sighs* So I have a man right now. My Babys Father. I love him to death, hes my nigga and all, but I'm feelin like we're gonna grow apart REAL soon. We're the same and different at the same time. He's just too...childish for me. I cant handle a nigga that cant act his age & do what grown men are sposed to do, you know? Then when he comes back from Iraq, I know hes gonna be actin all crazy and shit, tryna do all types of shit he doesn't need to be doin, simply because he just got back. I understand that hes gonna have to release all that tension SOME WAY. That's cool with me, whatever. But I really am scared that hes gonna fuck this whole thing up and I'm gonna end up hatin him like I hate ALL my other Ex's. (with the exception of one). I dont wanna hate him if I have a child with him, what fuckin sense does that make? I wanna at LEAST be cool with him. But he's just like me. An asshole that only a few people can understand. So, am I fuckin like...destined to be by myself or some shit? I can dig the solitude thing sometimes. *rolls eyes* I got too many thoughts rollin around in my head to even blog right now. I dont got no choice but to wait till November & see how shit turns out huh? Psh. Can I get a GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE from the congregation, PLEASE?

* this is a Bootsy Collins "Rather Be With You", inspired blog. DAMN YOU BOOTSY, AND YOUR FUCKIN PSYCHADELIC GLASSES!

drive slow

2006-05-24T16:50:00.000-04:00

Last car induced blog, I swear.
Watch the "Drive Slow" remix video, Kanye, Paul Wall, GLC & everyone's favorite malnourished cutie pie, Clifford "T.I." Harris. Snatch out ya grillz for this one, homey.

rollin in my '64...

2006-05-24T15:50:00.000-04:00

let me riiiiiide... Soooo I decided to get the Taurus. Why? Cuz this afternoon, My Dad came by the crib with the car, windows tinted, a pretty lil light blue cd deck installed, so you know me bein the noise pollution advocate I am, I had to run to the trunk & see if he gave me some beats for the streets too. I popped trunk, and there it was a 10 inch (NON-HOUSE!) speaker. It sits so pretty in there. So eff that Honda. I don't want my child ridin around in that goddamn death trap anyways. I have to push the break allllll the way down, damn near through the floor of the car in order to get that bitch to yield to oncoming traffic! So as I sit here, eatin stale ass funyuns (true story) and drinkin a Dasani water I come to another realization. This is only a 4 year car. When I graduate college, I'll indeed be rollin in a new whip. PLUS, if somethin goes wrong with the Taurus, I dont have to worry about fixin it. My Dads Dealership will do all that shit for me. FOR FREE. Damn these Funyuns are good. So thanks for ya'lls input. Ya'll are THE GREATEST MOTHAFUCKAS on this lil no-ozone-layer havin rock that we call earth. Ya'll coulda been anywhere in the world, but you're here with me...I appreciate that =)

random: "I'm caught up in a real, life fatal ATTRACTION in this mothafucka!"-Martin Lawrence.

ride it till the wheels fall off!

2006-05-23T21:07:00.000-04:00

Well..to the 3 and a half people who read this, heres your chance to become interactive and feel like you made a difference in my life today. Yay. So, I got a lil Dilemma (no Nelly & Kelly) goin on. I'm on the verge of tradin in my 94 Honda Accord (that I have left many FOO'Z in the dust with, cause they let the year of my car fool em) to get a 98 Taurus. Sounds all good right? This is my problem. My Dad is a Hustla. I mean hes on some sell-you-some-oxygen-and-a-dream-cassidy-aint-touchin-him type shit. So he's holdin the Taurus for me at his Dealership, even though what I really want is a effin 2007 Toyota Yaris. Anyway, this nigga neglects to tell me that the Taurus don't have a CD player. *mouth drops in awe* YES. I'm like who the fuck makes a car with no CD player in it after 1989? That shits crazy to me. My 94 Honda got a goddamn cd player in it, granted I had some ex-cons put it in, along wit my 10inch industrial strength speaker that BEATS THE BLOCK UP LIKE A ASSWHOOPIN. Thats beside the point though. My Dad said he'd get a cd player installed in it wit a new speaker, but that nigga be takin wayyyy too long for my tastes. So, what would YOU do? Probably get the new whip, huh? I'm complicated though. I want shit my way! *throws a tantrum*

i picked this outta a hat.

2006-05-23T15:03:00.000-04:00

But yeah. Gawd damn my nails are chippin! *kicks a Nun across the street* Anyway, this just started to irk me about ohh...6.53 seconds ago, so I had to type as fast as my fingers would carry me over to blogger & post it in my lil chronicles here. Why the FUCK do people ask for your advice and do the exact opposite? It makes me feel like my advice (which is FABULISTICATASTICALLY the most DOPE and accurate advice you can receive, mind you) isn't shit. Thats like on Tv when a man asks his wife what color shirt he should wear, and hes holdin a brown one & a white one, she says white and he picks brown. Yahmsayin? I feel like I'm rambling. Point is, dont ask for my advice if you not gonna use it, you ~~cum guzzlin belly dancin ho whore!~~ ummm...jerk! Whew. Mothafuckas made my blood pressure rise a lil bit. OH YEAH..I'm about to go see how much they'll give me for my 94 Accord, hopefully its in the 2thou range, so I can be tourin the city doin a buck fiddy in whatever car I choose to buy from my Dad. (fucked up aint it? cant even get no deals) My daddy got more hustle than hustleman. I'll be back later.

random: "Fancy, what the hell?!"

non-fiction.

2006-05-21T20:33:00.000-04:00

"I will never tell even if it means sittin in a cell//I ain't never ran, never will//I ain't never been smacked; a nigga better keep his hands to himself or get clapped for what's under that man's belt//I never asked for nothin I don't demand of myself//Honesty, loyalty, friends and then wealth//Death before dishonor and I tell you what else//I tighten my belt 'fore I beg for help//Foolish pride is what held me together through the years//I wasn't felt which is why I ain't never played myself//I just play the hand I'm dealt, I can't say I've never knelt before God and asked for better cards at times to no avail//But I never sat back feelin sorry for myself//If you don't give me heaven I'll raise hell 'Til it's heaven" - Jay Z "Justify My Thug"

That, bitches & hos, is what I call NON-FICTION TALK.

feel like swimmin?

2006-05-20T21:21:00.000-04:00

My Ego is kinda hungry today, I feel like talkin about me, so YOU DEAR, LUCKY READER... welcome to the vast ocean of complexities that is Dominique. Put on your swim gear, bitches.

1. I am an only child. That might be why I'm selfish.
2. My parents are still married. Have been since wayyy before I was born. Corny ain't it?
3. I am a label whore. It's kinda become an obession, really. As shallow as it sounds, I HAVE TO at all times have SOMETHIN namebrand, whether it be Handbangs, (preferably Dior...cuz ANYBODY can get a Louis now), Shoes ( I only wear Nike or Jordan kicks...Im religious about it)I like my stilettos to be BCBG and even my damn LIPGLOSS, ( GOTTA be M.A.C or Dior). This sounds really bad when you read it, but hey I dont give a shit. It's me & I fully accept myself & all of the things that make me who I am.
4. I say what I want. That usually gets me in trouble.
5. I got kicked outta Highschool 2 weeks before graduation. My weak ass Principal told me I missed too many days, and TOLD ME, (I dont do well with people 'tellin me' anything) that I was a bad influence on other students. So since he already told me that I wouldn't be graduatin' I took it upon myself to tell him how I really felt. I distinctly remember sayin "I dont give a fuck about this school" and "It's not my fault those lames wanna be like me". In hindsight, it was probably a bad idea.
6. I have WAY too much pride. So much so that I dont even like askin for help. I wanna do everything on my own, and if I ask for help I feel like I'm failin' myself.
7. I hate followers more than anything in this world. Especially people who do what I do. When the whole world is goin left, I wanna be goin right...and I wanna be goin right by myself.
8. I cuss alot. But so fuckin what?!
9. I am a loyal person. I NEVER betrayed anybody that was close to me, even if they did me dirty. Thats just not my style. I coulda fucked up ALOT of peoples lives, but I just dont get down like that, and I cant see myself EVER doin that to anybody who I cared about at one time. Lame huh?
10. I'm hard headed & stubborn. I like to find stuff out for myself, even if I know it could be potentially bad.
11. I self analyze alot. I'm always askin myself why I did something, because I tend to do stuff without thinkin.
12. I am a dope muhfucka. Really. No matter what your definition of dope is, I AM THAT.
13. I'm probably one of the most complicated people on this planet. Take the average person you know, and twist em 360 degrees, and you'll get me outta that.

So theres me. No jokes. No funny blogs. Just real shit. Love me, or leave me alone.

Have you seen her?

2006-05-19T03:37:00.000-04:00

I was about to go to bed, really. I just happened to turn on MTV jams & see Alicia Keys, and it reminded me of my lil cousin Jamia,and how excited she was when she met/sang with Alicia Keys.(and NO this aint no "love-you-like-a-play-cousin-cousin) Shes my blood cousin, my Dads Brother, James (who got murdered before I was even born) Is Jamia's Dads Dad. You'll probably have to read that more than once. You mighta seen her before. Shes been on damn near every show in America..(Good Mornin America, Soul Train Awards, Gospel Celebration, My Wife & Kids,Steve Harveys Big Time and she does the voice of Uniqua on The BackYardigans, Maury..etc) Anybody heard Talib Kweli's "Black Girl Pain"? She sings the hook on there, and her and my other cousin Olivia (no G-unit) are the little girls talkin in the beginnin. She also sang for president ~~Douche~~ Bush. But more recently shes in the movie about ~~Fandango~~ Fantasia Barrino's illiterate ass that came on Lifetime the other day. I'm so wack that I cant find no audio of her, so go Google Jamia Simone Nash if you're that bored. (Which you are).
Anyway the point is, she can sing. And she can sing better than alot of people who are grown with deals. I am SO FUCKIN proud of her, shes the sweetest lil thing on earth & I love her, I hadda dedicate a lil somethin somethin to her. (now she better cut the goddamned check!) =).

got questions? i aint got no answers.

2006-05-18T15:09:00.000-04:00

1. why oh why oh why oh are we so in de-nial when we know we're not happy heee-yuh?
2. why does Mary J. want everybody to call the radio?
3. why dont I care about the Fugees gettin back together?
4. why the fuck would you wanna be a "Fugee" anyway? You see how they got treated in New Orleans =|.
5. whos doper than me?
6. dont you just hate pre-pay gas pumps?!
7. why is Ray J still pretendin to be relevant?
8. i dont got that bad of a mouth do i? fuckshitassbitchcuntshoobedydowop.
9. why was 6 scared of 7?
10. why do people think they can change my mind so easily? you might as well put on a red Adidas track suit and try teachin sign language to a enraged bull.
11. who gives a fuck about SNAP music? I'm from the south & I dont even like the shit. Imma make me my own dance & music, how bout the Shit On Yourself? Would that be whats goin on in the streets?
12. remember when starter made jerseys?
13. when did lil girls start gettin so grown?!
14. is there any video with out any ~~video hos~~Background Technicians in it?
15. who do you looooove?
16. are you for suuuuuuure?
17. dont Lupe Fiasco feel like your first breath after you did a David Blaine?
18. what happened to Milestone? The group that sang "I Care About You" on the Soul Food soundtrack, they had K-Ci and JoJo and some other unknown negros in the group.
19. why did Jadakiss exhibit flagrant coonery and get on a track with Paris Hilton?
20. am I the only one whos kinda scared of Fabo(D4L)?
21. what will happen today?
22. what WONT happen today?
23. ever feel like you're the only person who knows YOU?
24. do you like it?
25. why did my mom just poke her head in here and say "MESSAGE!" and leave the room?26. who loves their mommy more than me?
27. why does Young Jeezy sound like he has acute-tonsilitis?
28. who loves red powerade like i do?!
29. should i really meet you in the trap?
30. is it really goin down?
31. is anybody else wonderin about this shit other than me?

quote of the day: " I am a semmeny-fo' year old black man from Alabama and I want my ~~pork~~ POKE! What sick motha would make Sausage out of a Turkey?!" - Grandpa on "Trippin".

only bitches say what they feel.

2006-05-17T22:11:00.000-04:00

Thats the impression I got today from this ~~punk ass crybaby ho bitch~~ My friend. So I text her to ask her what shes doin, cuz I need to go see my Godbaby, I aint seen her in about 3 days. Anyways this is pretty much the convo:

lameasscrybaby: im at my moms wit cindy and ruth ::: dont they just SOUND like some ol Caramelatte drinkin hos? :::
dopeassME: Ew. I already ate my corn today.
lameasscrybaby: what you mean?
dopeassME: I dont need to be around no corny bitches. I dont like them hos.
lameasscrybaby: I don't know why!
dopeassMe: (rolls eyes) Cuz those ho's are lame. They try to act all "OMG HI!", when they see me but they think they better than me & they not dope at ALL.
lameasscrybaby: You are such a bitch!
dopeassME: (fightin my inner negro, cause its bout to come out) What? Cuz I dont like them preppy ho's I gotta be a bitch?
lameasscrybaby: You dont have to talk about them like that.
dopeassMe: Well put em on the phone. I'll tell them the same shit I just told you.
lameasscrybaby: (silent)

That was pretty much it. It just makes me mad that everytime I tell somebody what I feel, they call me a "bitch" or "mean". When really, I'm one of the ONLY good people left on this planet who say what they mean, sometimes I don't even do it on PURPOSE...it just comes out on some ol word vomit type shit. I cant control it. I dont want to either. I truly think it makes me a better person, cuz I'm not afraid to say what I want to say, whether it needs to be heard or not. Shit. I can say what I wanna say, they cant whoop my ass...so they better respect my muthafuckin mind! I guess for ya'll to understand the situation more, my friend is Korean...and so are Cindy and Ruth. Now, this is gonna sound bad...but I cant get down with them ho's mainly because they're so...SQUARE compared to me. They're like .. Bill O'Reilly and I'm Too$hort. Complete polar opposites. I used to be cool with em in Middle School, but you know how shit goes when you get to Highschool. You get with who you fit with. They fit with Abercrombie, I fit with Akademics and Rocawear. Who the fuck said I had to like everybody in the world anyway? I'm by no means a hateful or mean person, I just calls em like I sees em. In other HO news: My Childs Poppa's Mom called today. She made it to D.C. (blank stare). She askin 38 questions, I gave her evasive answers. Who the hell is she anyways? The Feds? She always asks me has her son called. I always tell her no. Its fucked up, but he doesn't call her. (hes in Iraq for anybody who doesnt know). He tells me if she asks, "He didn't call". (shrugs shoulders). It's finally hittin me that some people generally suck at life. You should NEVER do your moms like that, even though Im not crazy about her, he should at LEAST call and let her know that he ain't kicked the bucket. (sigh) Thats outta my control though. AND FINALLY, I dont watch American Idol. I wouldnt say I was a fan. BUT, WHO IN THE GODDAMN HELLSHIT VOTED FOR KATHARINE MCPHEE TO STAY? I'm pissed about it, because frankly, the bitch is garbage. America, you suck. I didn't intend for this blog to be long. I'm ventin though. So blow me.

uncut note: my dad just broke me off a nice chunk of change. wheres the 2$ T-Bone steak man when you need him? =|.

Todays Compilation.

2006-05-17T01:23:00.000-04:00

I broke my CODE OF DOPENESS. This dont happen often. I violated rule number G14, no swagger jackin'! However, I only swagger jack when I feel like some shit is just SO DOPE that it needs my rendition. So Teej, feel honored. Cuz I'm makin me a list.

1. i got a nasty taste in my mouf.
2. sonic doesnt care about black people.
3. i found it!
4. now i gotta pay shippin and handlin =(
5. meet me in duh cluuuuuh-b, its goin down!
6. he pulled into our driveway with a deepfreezer in the bed of his truck
7. i aint never seen this nigga in life
8. hes sellin t-bone steaks
9. 2$ a peice
10. everybody got a hustle
11. im a camera whore
12. culture club is hot shit
13. rock the boat, dont sink the ship
14. "the patterns of love & the patterns of insanity are similar"-unknown
15. aint that the fuckin truth?
16. i hope hes ok
17. why the fuck are we at war anyways?
18. i need gas to be 1.86 again.
19. dont you?
20. well bitch, DO YOU?!
21. i'd hump his bones!
22. i bet you can't whoop my ass!

SPIDER-MAN WILL KICK YOUR FUCKINASS!

2006-05-16T22:34:00.000-04:00

I dont know what it is to have a dull moment in life. Maybe I'll have one soon. Especially when I'm with my family. Lil background on us...My mom was born & raised in Plant City, Florida (about a half hr. away from Tampa, and my pops was born in Johnstown PA, and raised in Philly. So both sides of the family are loud and/or just dont give a fuck. Example: Today I'm on the phone with my lil cousin Nairee, who is 4 years old. I told Nairee he better stop bein bad before I come up there and beat his butt. He replied "Spider-Man will kick your fuckinass!", exactly like that. Now you know how you're not sposed to laugh when lil kids say cuss words, cause it encourages them? Well, that shit went right out the back window. Because I was fuckin ROLLIN harder than a pound of sticky in the hood, ya dig? That was the highlight of my afternoon. Then we have the case of the missin Iraqi address. I was sposed to send my Child's Poppa some shit to Iraq (oatmeal creme pies, pickled sausage, magazines with whores on em etc), so I get the box, buy all the shit, wrap it up and what have you...then what happens? I cant find the fuckin address. I think I mighta deleted it outta my Sidekick one of the days when he pissed me the fuck off. That'll be me. Doin shit without thinkin first. Thats one of my best qualities though, if you ask me. Anyway, I dont wanna call his punk ass mama, cause I believe the bitch used me. *shocked face* See, before he left...he left the vehicle with me [rick] whip it real hard, WHIP IT, WHIP IT REAL HARD![/ross] and she came and got it on Friday. She was sposed to call me when she got back to D.C., and err--its Tuesday. So the bitch better be dead, or her phone better be cut off, cuz you dont use me...I OWN YOU. you dont have to calllllllll, its okaaaay girll... But I digress. In other news; I had yet another wet dream about the fabulistically, nourishmentally challenged, T.I. I told my mama that I thought it was a sign. She said I was Quote: "Fuckin crazy, now hand me that remote" (please note that the remote in question was about 3 inches from her hand, and about 8 from mine). So many blogs, so lil time.

uncut note: remember those goggles Mase wore in the "Mo' Money Mo' Problems" video? Why aint those fly? Since niggas is wearin Stunna Shades, I think I'mma Franco Harris (throw back) on em and rock goggles to the club.

exceedingly wealthy teenagers are wack.

2006-05-15T22:52:00.000-04:00

I was watchin that ballbag of a show "My Super-Sweet 16" (dont that shit just SOUND like some ol soggy corndoggy mess?) on MTV. I came to a couple conclusions with the fabuloustastical mind that I have. Number one, who the fuck made it so that 16 was such a "special age?". Whats so effin "special" about it? You still cant buy tobbacco legally. Or go to the club legally. Is it cause you can DRIVE? That can't possibly be it, cause in the state of KS, you can get a license at 14. So what prompts these douche bag swallowin parents to spend thousands of dollars on a party, when they need to be savin it cause lil Amber is gonna get knocked up sometime this year, so they'll need all the cake they can get. Secondly, WHY do they put shit like this on tv? To make poor lil LaQuasha jealous cause all she got at her party was Tommy The Clown, 4 Drunk ass Clown dancers & a birthday cake made outta Oreo's and breadcrumbs? I got a idea. How bout we fuckin STOP spoilin these lil fuckas, at LEAST till they turn 18 and can get a legitimate job to pay us back the goddamn hundred and eighty G's we dropped on their lil stank ass birthday? I personally plan to mollywhop my son and land the bottom of my Air Force on the top of his head if he even fixes his mouth to say he wants a "BIG PARTY" for his 16th birthday. Then, the way these lil mothafuckas be talkin to their parents? YELLIN AT EM and shit? I'd be done (yeah, I said it) told him that his Daddy dont love him and all types of shit. Whew. Mothafuckas done got me all hot and bothered.

random note: I just seen T.I.'s video for "Why you wanna", and my womanly parts is Harlem Shakin/Krumpin/Goin Dumb/Snap Dancin and every goddamn thing else under the sun. I would HOUSE that nigga. He aint ready, I'd turn his lil bony ass OUT!

TODAYS THOUGHT TRAIN

2006-05-15T20:43:00.000-04:00

I got thoughts. I want answers.

1. David Blaine is the devil. Not a magician. Who gives a hell if he can stay under water for 8 minutes? Wheres the magic in that? If he woulda stayed underwater for one minute & pulled a rabbit outta his ass, I woulda been impressed then.

2. Landmark National Bank doesnt care about black people. Today I went to cash my lil check that my Pops gave me for Smothers Day yesterday, guess how long I sat in my car waitin? 17 minutes. 17 FUCKIN MINUTES. I'm thinkin to myself that if I woulda deposited the check instead, I woulda had $500.00 saved up in interest by the time I left that ho.

3. Dont Paris and ~~Fandango~~ Fantasia look kinda related?

4. What the fuck happened to Kevin Costner?

5. Is anybody really surprised when Dmx gets arrested Again?

6. There aint shit on tv.

7. I think LL Cool J got a lil suga wooga booga bear in his tank.

8. I kinda retract number 6. Desperate Houswives is a great show. It lets me know that rich white folk have more problems than the average broke black folk.

9. Does T.I. really got a Louis Nap Sack where he's holdin all the work at?

10. What you know about that?

OH, YE INSECURETH WHORETHS...

2006-05-14T00:06:00.000-04:00

Rest assured tramps, I'm not tryna steal your shine..I got my own glowin aura, so i dont need yours. why the sudden outburst of hostility? cause like my mama says "These hos aint got no manners" (yes, she really does say that). Case in point: Today I'm at Subway, cause I was cravin a Spicy Italian sammich for some reason, and I see my boy Q in there. Now, me and Q used to kick it back in the day, he was feelin me but I really wasnt all into him like that cause I had just broke up with his homeboy about three days earlier & he was ALREADY tryna holla. so theres your background. Anyway, I see him and I'm like "Whaddup Q?" and he's all "WHADDUP GIRL, BLAH BLAH..." mad gassed & soundin all thirsty for love and shit. I aint pay it no mind. I get up to the counter to order my sammich, and this lil yella creature (no hate), comes boltin from the back, I guess she seen the whole "scene" between me and him go down. She comes out from behind the counter and does some ol sloppy kiss on the mouth shit to Q. THEN, THENNN...the bitch LOOKS at me. Now, I read alot into looks, hers said "I'm threatened by you. Cause I know you a dope ass bitch & I'ma lame who works at Subway & probably has no means of transportation (hence why he was pickin me up), so lemme kiss on this nigga that you couldnt be less interested in, in hopes of makin you feel dumb". So I push down my Fossil shades on some racial-profilin-police-cop, type tip and look her dead in the eyes. Again, looks say everything so mine musta said "I'll piss on you AND him, cause I'm just that fuckin gully". Q laughs a lil bit, cause he knows how I am. I'm Southern Cuzzin and I dont tolerate bullshit, and then he tells her to come on, because AGAIN he knows how I am, and I have no problem bustin a bitch in the head, however un-ladylike it is. The point is this. I don't want nobody elses man. I'm fine and satisfied with what I got right now. I don't snatch niggas from other females (no matter how capable I may be), for what? Why do I want your wack ass left overs when I can go get my own fresh plate, yadadadmean? So ho, sit down. Females have GOT to be some of the DUMBEST creatures on this earth, hands-fuckin-down. If you're gonna be insecure, do it behind closed doors ladies, thats a turn off to your man. *shakes fist* *Does some ol DMX growlin noise*. That'll be all.

all the playas came, from far and wide..

2006-05-12T01:05:00.000-04:00

Wearin afros and braids and kickin them gangsta rides, now immmm here to tell ya, theres a better day when the playas ball is happenin all day everyday. yes.yes. I miss Outkast, very much...hence the reason i'm blastin "Southernplayalisticadillacmuzic" and not really givin a fuck if i wake somebody up (i know yall lovin the circa '94 pic before Andre Benjamin got on this camel fur kick, and was just a simple nigga rockin a Footlocker referee tee and of course Big Boi is cooler than a polar bears tonails). SO IMAGINE how damn excited I am to hear 'the Mighty O'. Although, in the immortal words of Hov "Niggas back up, they know I'm not no FRONTA"...I cannot tell a lie and say I wasnt a tad dissapointed. Why? Cuz I thought the song was about orgasms..SHIT, thats the only 'MIGHTY O', im concerned about these days. *sigh* perverted. other than that, the shit is b-a-n-a-n-a-s [no holla back girl]. its the prototype. hopefully it'll get some *ahem* SPINS, cause im tired of havin to see niggas snap they fingers, jerk they necks, and stand on one toe and grab their foot. [not to mention hearin about bein on kryptonite all night & all day, cuz you damn sho' wont find me in the A]. what happened to hip hop anyway? my treasured baby has become a commercial whore, lettin anybody run up in her, do her any kinda way & fuck up her credibility. this wasnt sposed to turn into a Hipolitical blog though. thats for a later date. i gotta kick, push, and coast outta here.

OH. OH. SHEILA...

2006-05-11T01:34:00.000-04:00

aight stop. corroberate and listen. [does he really say corroberate, or is my memory disservin me right now?] so i come to a couple random conclusions as im skippin through everybody elses blogs [seein as how i dont have shit to post];

conclusion one: SOMEBODY out there better fuckin read this shit. i dont care if its Jebbadiah Sykes from Pisspot, Mississippi. just lemme know i didnt get lost in the huslte and bustle of blogger. cuz i RAN my space. fuckwhachaheard.

conclusion two: Prince is DAT NIGGA. no question about it. how do i know? cuz im up here doin the gumby at 12:46am listenin to "Oh Sheila", name a dude out right now that can make you do THAT?

conclusion three: BET is MUCHO GARBAGGIO. wheres the good shit? i hope they not expectin me to tune in & watch 106 & Fart wit Julissas bulimic/anorexic/just fuckin hungry ass, featurin Big "I like to scream for no fuckin reason at all" Tigga. and i thought i hated AJ'S gay ass. negative. BRING FREE AND AJ BACK, YOU COCKSUCKAS!

conclusion four: Jeezy, gimme a break. im tired of hearin about all the coke you done sold, seen, touched and gave to random video hos. shits old. as much dope as you seen, you should be locked up next to Shyne & C-Murder. it was cute at first "patty cake patty cake microwave", now its gettin gay "stretch four ways like laffy taffy-turn white like favo's glasses". tell me that shouldnt go in the catalouge of wack ass rap lines [along with Diddys verse on "I'll be missin you"] heres some advice, get a throat lozenge and call me in the mornin.

i think thats all ya'll need for free tonight.

(sidebar*:i wanna deedleleedle lee..leedle leedle leedle lee. oh! oh Sheila...ah ah oh SHEILA!)

welcome to blogspot.

2006-05-10T23:03:00.000-04:00

THATS right mf'ers. i welcomed my damn self to blogger. call me Game, cuz i dont need your loooove. this just happens to be my first blog on here. EVER. i left the metropolis of My Space, because i was tired of the friend requests, top 8 and all that wackness. when all i wanna do is type a couple lines about the funny shit that happens to me on a daily. (minus good grammar and punctuation). so, welcome to that which is me.