It's None Of Your Business.

I really despise people who talk to you like they know everything.

A young man came up to me the other day saying he knew this and that.


He was basically saying that he could read me and that he knew all there was to know about me and my friend's relationship.


Of course he was talking out of ignorance.


And that's fine if you THINK you know something.


Go ahead.


By why step to me with the bullshit,


Aggravate me,


And make an ass out of yourself?


All of this was completely unnecessary.


So I wrote a little something for him...

Boy
You have never been beautiful
Your smile is ugly
Heavy from the arrogance its been lifting
The screech of your voice is skating towards me
Saliva thick with the ignorance you spit.


You are just a boy.
With scrawny limbs
And not enough weight on your tongue
To dishevel the truth of my stature



The next time your lips utter the foul breath of falsehoods
And your cheeks feel an obligation to blow them my way
I will sidestep them as always
Hand you a mint
And pray you survive this stage of puberty
Boy.

[HAIKU FOR DAT ASS!]

Step to me like a


Man. Stop hiding behind a


Boy's baggy trousers.

ASS.

I apologize...again

There's this thing called wifi right...

And it eludes me, ducks me....

You would think I was asking it for child support money.

*shrugging*

I got that bitch tonight!

Hello loves. I missed writing. Very very much.

I've been wrapped up in all of my thoughts and emotions lately...

Not the best place to be if those emotions are negative and unbearable...

I'm gonna tell you what it's like for me to like a guy:

I like him. He likes someone else.

Or is still involved with an ex.

Or not over his ex.

Or feels weird because I dated a mutual friend and it went nowhere. (this doesn't happen often, this is current. the first time).

I'm in one of those Kiss Me Back moments.

I keep begging for this guy to feel the same way as I do (internal begging, I would never say it out loud).

I doubt he even sees.

Or he sees more than he lets on. He's that type of guy.

And all of this wild goose chasing reminds me of a similar relationship we should all be familiar with:

Kermit the Frog and Ms. Piggy.

Now why Ol' Kermit and Ms Piggy?

Because Ms. Piggy was constantly chasing that ungrateful scrawny frog.

She would do anything for him, go anywhere for him...

She was a real ride or die bitch to be blunt.

And how does he repay her?

Flirts with other women in front of her. Blows her off to be with his friends.

And in one of their movies, The Muppets Take Manhattan, he even gave her the biggest insult of all:

They were legally married and he called her a friend!

After all the grief she went through?!

Granted she wasn't the thinnest woman.

Or the GREENEST woman.

She had an over-the-top, giggly, karate-chop personality.

I'll call her vivacious.

And KERMIT was always complainin about something. He was a dull character to me.

I'm just saying we all have had a Kermit in our lives.

And I am not very fond of kissing these frogs to get to my prince.

Excuse me, my KING.

SO! I will write Kermit this letter:

Dear Kermit the Frog, YOU. ARE. AN ASSHOLE! Can't you see how hopelessly devoted Ms. Piggy was to you? Granted she wasn't AS THIN as you or GREEN but she would ride or die for you. She went hard for your heart. And you constantly played her. You deserve to die a slow, torturous, SOBER, rat infested death for the way you treat good women. Or pigs. YOU ASSHOLE! I hope someone in chinatown eats you, you green bastard.

I'm done ranting.

And I promise myself to never settle for a Kermit.

If you kiss me then mean it. And do it often.

BTW: I Don't Care About Your Band by Julie Klausner fueled this.

Blame her for my low tolerance.

Until next time...

P.S. I WOULD have pics up but blogger is disagreeing with me at the moment. So they will have to wait until another time. URGH THIS POST LOOKS SO EMPTY! It's like an itch I can't scratch...

-__-

Random Convos of the Social Networking Kind...

When life gives you lemons...you rant.

Tzitzi Farmer is upset. So, Julesa Ward, "Fuck You (or it) Thursdays" is about to come early for me, lls. Fuck Sprint. Fuck Othello. Fuck you if you didn't text YELE to support Haiti because you didn't feel like helping. Fuck that old white guy on chan 9 News who's always slandering Obama. Fuck College Application Fee's! Fuck S.A.T...'s! Fuck Regents! Ok..I think my rant..is done.

Julesa Ward likes this.

Julesa Ward

Lmfaooo!!!!! NICEEE!

January 20 at 10:48pm

Tzitzi Farmer

I'm so irritant right now, lmao.

January 20 at 10:49pm

Keisha Williams

O_O...

well while we're at it....

Fuck this recession, fuck homelessness, fuck homeless men who try to get my number, fuck grades, fuck the bronx because it makes me feel like I'm in Lil Mexico, fuck YOU SIR OVER THERE because you didn't get my order right, FUCK natural disasters, Fuck your Waterbug lookin ass over there, fuck these shoes, fuck my life, and fuck cuffin season cuz I just wanna be bitter about it. Bite me.

*middle finger to the world*

January 20 at 10:51pm ·

Julesa Ward

Lmaooo!!! Word! Kesh went innnn extra hard!

January 20 at 10:56pm

Tzitzi Farmer

WORD! Fuck people who are overly conceited and have no reason to be. Fuck Tom from MySpace...just because. Lmfao. Fuck Physical Education Pacer tests! Fuck Regents classes as electives, which brings me to..Fuck NY public school systems! Fuck silence! Fuck dudes who wear "way-too-big-for-you" breifs and still have there pants hang. Fuck people who don't bang with Erykah Badu! Love her!

January 20 at 10:58pm

Keisha Williams

lmfaooo!! aiight if thats how u wanna play it...

Fuck my old Mario looking principle, Fuck the movie Bring It On because Kirsten Dunst's face makes me cry inside, Fuck kinda name is Dunst?? Fuck bugs, Fuck my neighbors who are playing music so loud it vibrates through my body on a WEEKDAY, Fuck YOU SIR for that time you followed me home, Fuck you because you don't know the right answer, Fuck TEACHERS because there IS no right answer, Fuck DSL, Fuck broken computers, Fuck my broken heart and Fuck YOU Spanish Fly because I never really liked insects anyway!!!!

BITCH!!!!!!!

January 20 at 11:02pm ·

Tzitzi Farmer

Lmao, "Fuck TEACHERS because there IS no right answer"

Fuck pop quizzes! Fuck that old man in the train station who asked me for my metrocard in a hostile tone, TF?! Fuck the F train on the weekends! Fuck empty pockets and wallets (my own, ofcourse, lmfao), Fuck Facebook IM for stopping my typing in status's when I get something new, fuck those guys with the "I'll be honest, its for WEED" cardboard boxes on their chests begging for money on the street corners! You need to be saving for a home!

January 20 at 11:12pm

Keisha Williams

"i'll be honest, its for weed". Never saw that!

BUT FUCK THOSE BROKE NIGGAS!!! Fuck You for being so damn good at everything and having such a nasty attitude that I wish you would trip off a bridge, into the sea and get bit on the ass by a shark, Fuck YOU because you gave me emotional frostbite, Fuck YOU for wearing a size small shirt when YOU KNOW DAMN WELL YOU'RE AN EXTRA LARGE, Fuck YOU for speaking to me in spanish I DON'T KNOW FUCKIN SPANISH! FUCK YOU for never answering my questions! Fuck you for ASKING me questions! FUCK THE RAIN! FUCK THE SNOW! AND GODDAMN IT FUCK MY LACK OF A WEBCAM!!!!!!

i can't anymore. I'm done. *retires middle finger for the night*

And fuck doubt cause I just don't have time for it.

Done !

January 20 at 11:20pm ·

Keisha Williams

AND FUCK YOU FOR ALWAYS SHOWING UP WHENEVER I GLANCE AT OUR MUTUAL FRIENDS! I DON'T WANNA SEE YOUR FACE! GO DIE!!!

January 20 at 11:21pm ·

Tzitzi Farmer

Lmao, Word! Hell yes, they be right over there on broadway somewhere, SMH.

Haha @ the extra large.

I retire mines too. Felt good to let it out though, lls

January 20 at 11:22pm

Keisha Williams

AND FUCK FAULTY WIFI CONNECTIONS!

January 21 at 1:20am ·

(I might need anger management.

But you must admit, the last line is the truth.)

Letter To All You Holiday Shoppers...

Dear Customers,

Although I appreciate your services, and the fact that by you shopping, I am employed...

Please do me a series of favors....

1. When you SEE ME and i do mean directly SEE ME trying to fix a messy display, respect it. I respect you by trying to make sure you can find whatever you're looking for. I'm not saying you gotta be all neat but just don't THROW THE FUCKIN TANK TOPS ALL OVER THE PLACE LADY. WTF? I JUST FIXED THEM! YOUR STUPID ASS DIDN'T EVEN ATTEMPT TO MAKE IT LOOK NEAT OR EVEN PUT IT IN THE RIGHT PLACE! And you sir! SHOES DON'T GO IN THE TANK TOP SECTION!

2. Please....Know what you want to buy when you are at the register. Don't get two bags worth of clothes and decide to sort it out at the register, knowing the lines are so damn long that they're going all the way to the entrance. STOP BEING AN INCONSIDERATE BASTARD FOR ONCE SO WE CAN ALL MOVE ALONG WITH OUR DAY!

3. Stop leaving your fuckin DIRTY PANTIES, PERIOD PADS and CONDOM WRAPPERS IN THE FITTING ROOM! It would be nice if you would stop ha

ving sex there too. But hey if you don't, when you come out of the fitting room after being there for over an hour i DEFINITELY have the right to ask if everything "fit okay". Or if you need a "bigger size".

4. If you leave weed in the fitting room, don't come back for it. It won't be there.

5. Guys would you please stop hitting on me on the salesfloor and in front of managers? It makes me look bad.

6. And finally, if I am courteous to you and have a smile on my face whenever you see me, I would appreciate the same courtesy. I work a 9 hour shift and I go to school so the fact that I have on a genuine smile at all is something to wonder about. If you're gonna act rude and obnoxious then you can take your cheap ass to expensive ass GAP and see if you can find a deal there.

[ side bar: I don't get why people were online at 3 a.m. on Black Friday for Old Navy when there is literally a sale EVERYDAY. It's OLD NAVY for pete's sake! ]

And now back to our regularly scheduled program.

As you can see, work at Old Navy is definitely an experience.

But this paycheck I should be able to buy my new laptop since I killed

my other one.

More blogs coming soon. I'm putting the spotlight on a couple people so that should be fun.

And also, new aim: IceAndAshes7. So hit me up.

SEE YA LOVES!

P.S. STARZ! WHERE YOU AT???

Violated Much?

Getting molested by lil' old ladies who are SENILE and do NOT speak ANY english is not fun.

At all.

Just ask me.

So I went to go and visit Grandma not too long ago (she's sarcastic as ever) and we're sitting in the cafeteria with the rest of the old ladies.

There's this one SHORT and i do mean SHORT, like 4 foot 11 hispanic lady talking to me in spanish.

And I don't have a clue what she is saying.

So naturally I look to Grandma for a little advice of how to continue this conversation.

Grandma is listening to the lady and nodding and smiling so I'm following grandma and now I'm nodding and smiling...

And this short lady goes and grabs me, HARD by the arm, and starts talking even more passionately on some Drag Me To Hell shit

(wanna know what's even creepier? the short lady kinda looks like this one).

So now I'm REALLY creeped out and my face is all like O_O when the lady starts laughing...

She then goes to hug me, which turns into her kissing my forehead...

......my cheek....

......my NECK (and by this point I'm BEYOND uncomfortable...)....

And she starts rubbing her hands on my breasts.

And not just a tap like she wanna play with drums or something.

NOOO! She's rubbin them like she just can't seem to brush the dirt off of them.

I jump up and all I look to my grandma who isn't paying me ANY attention...

And I run downstairs to get some fresh air.

Cause seriously...what the hell I'm gonna do? Call the cops on an old lady?

Have the nurses send her to her room?

It's just a lose-lose situation for me.

(insert sigh here)

I'm gonna go lay down and just pretend like none of that ever happened...

oH! By the way...

Miss me much?

Homeless.

So I got kicked out of my own house last Friday.

The story:

Talked to my sis Rena at like 7 p.m. when I was leaving the nursing home from seeing Grandma.

Got in my house, chilled with my friend Amanda.

My cell phone in my bag in the other room.

My slow ass DSL plugged up into the main line of the phone.

Apparently Rena, Lena and Neicey (my 3 sisters) were trying to call me all night.

Rena busts through the front door (because Rena has a key) at like 12 a.m.

And it all goes downhill from there.

Here's where I'm at fault: I shoulda known these crazy women were gonna be calling me.

I shouldn't have been so careless as to think they would leave me alone for a night.

Because they "love me" too much.

Here's where Rena is at fault. She let her temper get the best of her.

And I really don't like it when people hit or choke me.

Here's where I'm at fault again:

I gave her a black eye.

UNINTENTIONALLY THOUGH!!!

Not my fault her eye was sensitive....

Anyway, my sisters took the keys to my house and they kicked me out.

I'm now staying with my godmother Kelly.

The fuckery is just so great it's ridiculous.

So here are my options:

1) Stay with Kelly and endure contacting my sisters for every little thing while knowing that I can't live in my own damn house for it...and continue to be unhappy

2). Fight for my apartment. Stay with a sympathetic relative .Change the locks. Call the cops because taking my keys is technically illegal...But then I wouldn't have any ties with them. As in relaionship wise, and plus they're still giving me money and things (I have no idea why, I remember Rena screaming "get the fuck out my life" so...)

or

3). Be on the street. Which isn't an option really.

I'm trying to get my school situation together, I had a job interview the other day, what more can I do?

Sighness...Just gonna do what I do best...

Bottle my emotions, make it into a weapon of mass destruction and throw it at people...

Figuratively of course.

Humor me, what's you're opinion?

From left to right: Rena, Lena, Me and Neicey.

Horrible, HORRIBLE, picture...

I think it's that time again...

Here we are again. Another case of the ex story.

Don't you just love these entries?

Anyway this is Malcolm.

Nice abs, sucky attitude.

I met him when I was 15 and he was 18. He had a problem with my age but he's a dude, I'm a chick, and he went for it anyway.

He was 3 years older and couldn't believe a girl my age was so intelligent and had common sense.

And I must say, I'm one of a kind. I'm pretty strange but I'm not boring.

I forget how many months we were going out. All I remember is the stress from it.

He was rude and obnoxious. He got into my head and made me believe that I was soo special and then tried to bend me to his will every chance he got. He was insecure. A little bit possessive. Immature at the wrong times. One of those types where it's all about him. Whenever we have a conversation, it's always HIS goals (that he never fulfilled) or HIS dreams (which are unrealistic) or sex.

sex sex sex sex sex.

A turn off.

He was a libra. Freaky bastards.

I digress. He was so interesting at first. I loved our conversations. We talked about the future, school, getting jobs, college, clothes, people, weather, seasons...

He was such a refreshing face! I had just stopped going back to my first love and the dude I was dating in between was no longer interested in me.

And here comes this attractive guy, with good conversation, nice teeth and skin...

I'm was mostly influenced by the movie Love Jones though. It had just came on 20 mins before I met Malcolm. I took it as a sign.

Can you blame me?

Our first argument:

Me: I don't smoke weed. And you can't pass that test you need for your job if you keep doing it.

Him: *Rolls a blunt and inhales* Mhm.

Me: Bye Malcolm

Him: *laughing* you mad?

Me:*storms out*

That first argument led to other arguments about me cheating on him, seeing other dudes, not doing what he wanted in bed...

On and on and on for months.

I remember very clearly, I had a very bad day. I needed him to support me emotionally.

He was nowhere to be found. Wouldn't answer my calls. And when he did and I complained about his bullshit, I get this response:

Malcom: Look I don't have time to hear you scream okay. I'm trynna do what I wanna do. I work now. I got a job. I don't want to hear all of this.

Me: But you said you were going to be there for me.

Malcolm: When I said I was gonna be there for you, I didn't mean it literally!

.......

...........................

.............................................................

Sad part is: He really said that shit. Just like that. I'll never forget it.

And somehow I just let it roll off of me, but I didn't call him again. We lost contact over the years.

I found out he had sex with an old friend of mine and on his old myspace there are pictures of his new baby boy.

And every now and again he would message me and try to reach me but I was still too angry to even take notice.

Fast Forward to today:

Message on myspace. He sends his number. Says hey, it's been a long time, I would really like to catch up.

So I call. It's been 3 years. I'm bored and cranky, why the hell not?

It starts off a little awkward, but he's asking me how I've been, how old I am now, what I've been up to, school, college, etc...

Strike 1: SO are you single now? he asks.

Why the flock would YOU wanna know negroe? Why is it any of your concern? I ain't going backwards to your rude and crazy ass.

Strike 2: (Talks mostly about himself and career goals for 45 mins)

*Please note, I stayed on the phone this long because my aim buddies suck. Alot. And sleep was not an option. Followers, do you have aim? Let's chat so we can avoid another situation like this*

Strike 3: Malcolm: "it's almost a yr to the day we started talking. and don't think im trynna get with u or nothin, oh no it's nothing like that but remember we said if it didn't work out we would meet back up when u were 18"

SO WHY BRING IT UP THEN?

What's your game, Malcolm cuz I really DON'T feel like playing.

Plus I DON'T EVEN REMEMBER SAYING THAT SHIT!

And the kicker of the story!!!

Strike FOUR: Have you ever lived one of your fantasies? Because I would love to see you (insert explicit nature of threesome here)

Me:..........Listen i got some1 on the other line so ima speak to u another time.

Malcolm: alrite but call me when----

CLICK!

The fuckery. The pure, unadulterated fuckery. The nerve. His own kid should smack him for that one.

Just no words. Again. I sure know how to pick them. SMH!

Needless to say he won't get a call back. Moral of the story: Keep the skeletons in the closet. They're ugly to look at in broad daylight.

The things I do out of boredom.