I won't learn this 1 again.

( This is a deep one...  just
A warning, of sorts. )

I'm a huge fuckin advocate for applying what you learn from the lessons, both good & bad, that life deals you. Huge. I'm also the type of person who can't stomach hypocritical shit & on the rare occasion I partake in hypocrisy, I immediately correct it - whether it be through an explanation, a change or an apology. I'm the type of person that is capable of admitting when I'm wrong, apologizing when I should and I am always over analyzing every word, phrase, thought, step, choice, outcome, effect etc. etc. that I make or do as well as paying intense attention to the very few in my life. If I give advice, its from a personal place of authenticity. If advice isn't called for, I'm fully capable and decent at being the "listener," - I offer different perspectives because it's ridiculous for me to determine that anyone is legitimately wrong for feeling a certain way.... instead I just offer other outlooks.

Essentially, there's waaaaay worse out in the world than me. No, I won't assist you in any kind of pity party, no I won't "tell you what you want to hear," & no - sugar coating is never a fuckin option. That being said, I wouldn't want anyone in my life doing any of that funk faking with me..... My "RareBreed," tat is mostly a sad reminder of how few worthy people are out there for me to hold in positive regard. I shouldn't still be learning how people generally always are....my thinking that maybe this or that person is different is fuckin stupid of me.... they're all the Damn same....

Such a disappointment.... Sadly and strangely appreciated - the days of taking the risk of "letting people in," are done. The days of allowing people into my daughters life only for her to be let down when all of a sudden they're not part of her life due to their own choices of being purely shit... yeah, those days are over too....

I won't allow myself to feel these ways again... or run the risks involved by letting people in my life...you'd think the older I get, the more authenticity I'd find in people. Thats just not the case.... the older I get the more I unfortunately learn the depths of misery loving company and how dense most are to the rarity of something real.

Moving on... forward.  And away from the dumb shit.

Coming Soon...

People are shit...

And I received a private request on a particular topic as well.

Stay tuned.

"Learn Some Shit.... "

|| Learn Some Shit: Wisdom, GET SOME. ||

If you can't separate your superficial needs, for the betterment of a "friend in need," than you don't deserve that friend.

If you are so naive as to not grasp that eventually EV-ERY-THING comes to light, then you may wanna put a vice grip on your gum bumper, otherwise, you'll wind up with no damn body to give 2 farts and a queef about you and yours. ( Yeah, I said it. )

You may not realize it, but it's painfully obvious, so damn obvious even the BLIND can see how your attempts at convincing everybody around you that you're truly this person, you pretend to be. We can tell. We just care or cared enough to essentially not call ya'll out on it. But, truly, it's apparent. The only person you're convincing is yourself, the rest of us feel bad.

People will get further keepin' it real, and being themselves. It's unfortunate how hard that is for so many people.

POSITIVITY:

I am so blessed by the few people I have bonds with that I don't have to question or speculate on. I love you guys, and whether we speak often, or hardly at all. The appreciation is real.

I am again, so blessed for the valuable conversations that I am lucky enough to have with people whose only interest is to on be genuine, and say what they mean, based on how they feel.

I am SO SO SO SO BLESSED for my daughter, who puts everything and everybody into perspective. Sometimes I wonder if certain folks, who don't have children, and act a reckless fool, is because of the lack of offspring. I think it depends, but for me? Gabi IS perspective and purpose, all in one.

I am so thankful that I don't have to jump through hoops of giving when I just don't have it, to gain friends, family, respect, regard. I am thankful that I am fully aware that keeping it real with yourself, is what enables us to keep it real with others, and allows us to have, "quality over quantity," and my small circle, is beautiful and definitely deserves more attention.

I am thankful to of been through the shit I have, good and bad, because the lessons i've learned, I am able tooooo share with others, and strength, and understanding can really be contagious if you allow yourself to learn, and be effected by another human being.

Essentially?
I am thankful to be me, because being, "like them," isn't an option.

- FAB.

"RESULTS: You don't know SHIT."

||  RESULTS: You don't know SHIT. ||

Know what irritates me?
( This is where you say, "What, Courtney? What irritates you?" )
Well, i'll fuckin' tell ya...

People who pretend to be highly educated on somethin' particular, but clearly, don't even know the basics - and people who "One Up," every fuckin' thing you say. And then, to add another type of personality defect that i've decided I just can't support in a fellow adult, to the depths that I am refusing to be any real stock in these types of people from now on in - are the types that just don't fuckin' see the bigger picture, or think before they speak.

Sounds simple... But, apparently, not only do I have "RareBreed" tatted across my chest because I am one - I've learned that I am also the last of many different dying breeds. One, of which, is people who actually take pride in what comes out of their mouths, people who think before they speak, as to not open the door for miscommunication - leaving no "grey area," - the type of person that not only is effective, but puts authentic thought/concern into conversations of a certain severity. Not just some fuckin' nonsensical gum bumping.....

Examples? Sure.

People who pretend to understand what someone has went through. Look, "I totally get it," and, "i've been there, I understand," is some real easy shit to fuckin' say, but in a recent situation, I first hand witnessed somebody give some of the most foul advice, and say some of the most under handed, offensive, and fuckin' ridiculous shit - but still claim it's basically, "coming from the heart," - No, the fuck it wasn't coming from the heart, it was coming from your uncanny fuckin' need to be relevant in a conversation that you had no fuckin' business being in. If you fuckin' believe that you're permitted to determine what certain life time trauma's mean to somebody else - adult and/or child, than you give meaning to the saying, "Small towns breed small minds." It's absolutely offensive to have somebody who hasn't lived out a certain situation, and honestly, has no experience in a certain dynamic form of relationship, sit there and attempt to school you, while being insensitive and obviously uninterested in the BEST interest....

Here's what is worse, you'd think that giving your friends truly thought out advice would be something you'd ONLY do, right? Wrong. Some peoples NEED to be relevant in a conversation, or paid attention to, unfortunately has the ability to override the decency we're supposed to have as self proclaimed, "friends," when giving advice, on ridiculously deep topics. See, i'm very particular about what I am willing to speak on, or drop advice on. I first, cover what I believed to be, "the basics," ( but ummm, the "basics," don't seem to matter to everybody, which disturbed the shit outta me. ) I have to KNOW what I am talking about, before I begin speaking fro an, "educated on this shit," stand point. Otherwise, I am the listener, and I am learning. In addition, if I am giving advice, I always am careful on my word choices, and make sure that what I am saying, is about to be perceived nothing other THAN the right fuckin' way, and trust me, if i'm willing to give you advice, the advice is coming from a place of experience, not some shit I saw on fuckin' TV, or something I heard that my Uncle's, neighbors, twice removed cousin's, Aunt's, Brother fuckin' went through in 1997. Kindly get the fuck outta here with that shit. How dare some people think they have some right to hop into the position of "Advice Giver," when they lack the basic requirements to do so - which is experience, usually. It's just another person wanted to be heard that badly, and it's fuckin' foul.

I am sick to death of these types of people - the types lying about their history, their pasts, to feel more validated as a "grown up," - when all that accomplishes is ANYTHING but that. I am sick to death of these people that can't let somebody have, "their moment," because heaven forbid somebody else get the attention, they must "one up," them with something they did more, better, - whatthefuckever. I believe a lot of this shit is TEXT BOOK, "pathological liar," tendencies. Straight up, Google that shit, google whatthefuck that means, and if it starts making you feel a little guilty inside, then headbutt the nearest solid surface.

Ya know, over the years, yes i've made mistakes with my friendships, but that was over the years. I learned, very early in life, how rare good bonds are, how rare genuine concern from other people is, and how blessed each of us really is, to even be able to count on ONE hand the "few true," we've maintained. I appreciate the good, and I appreciate the few, and those that are so fuckin' stuck on themselves, to such extents that they don't even realize what they're destroying? Too fuckin' bad. There's not a damn thing to excuse such carelessness - the giving shit advice, just for the sake of hearing yourself talk, the talking shit behind the backs of people who've been nothing but good, giving and true to you. You ain't that fuckin' cool, these people you're losing don't fuckin' regenerate, especially at this age. It's embarrassing. But, see, these types won't even register these types of feelings that would cause them to feel wrong, or make them feel as though certain aspects of them need to be changed. They wind up being the blamers, the finger pointers, the fuuuuuckin' assholes that feel validated only when they're able to "one up," somebody, or disrespect them behind the scenes to others.

Good luck with those fuckin' methods.
There just isn't any straddling the fuckin' middle, you either respect your friendships with people, or you choose not to. So, when you make the choice as a fuckin' adult to not respect one of your friendships, OWN IT, and hold yourself accountable, if you're capable of even doing THAT much.

Assholes.

Fraud 'Friends' : Faking the Funk, for Fuckery

It's official, I have finally hit the capacity for fuckery - to such extremes that if I don't release it to the Internet Super Highway ( the internet, for those confused. ) then i'll wind up exploding out here in the real world. And well, i'd prefer to not put myself in a type of scenerio that could add to the damn fines I already have accumulated. Capeesh?

Cig? Check.
Lighter? Check.
Pissy? Check.
Perfect, here I go....
|| Fraud 'Friends' : Faking the Funk, for Fuckery! ||

I find it marginally disturbing that people apparently view themselves on such an insanely high pedestal that they feel that there is some endless surplus of eager people, waving their hands in the air, "pick meee, pick meeeeeee," hoping and praying that they're chosen to be friends with them. Get fuckin' real - we're either on the "other side to 30," ( which is 25+ ) or in our 30's, and what it boils down to is this - that shit ain't fuckin' cute, in fact, it's senseless. I, for one, am too damn old for this type of namby pamby bullshit - there's simply NO SUCH THING as 2nd chances with people I have friendships with, whether it be in the beginning, months in, years invested - doesn't matter. We're too old to be fuckin' our friendships up. We, as grown folks, choose which bonds prevail, which ones function and which ones ultimately fail. So, when somebody makes the ridiculous decision to be reckless enough to dent, disrespect and ultimately destroy their relationship with me? It's their loss. Especially at this point in my life. Am I salty? Of course. It's always an unfortunate realization when you learn just how off your perception on this type of thing is. But, really - it's also an unfortunate favor, because knowing sooner than later, about who is authentic, and on the same wave length, is important, too. Nonetheless, I have a very small circle, and every fuckin' time this happens, I stay thinkin', "How the fuck can this circle of mine, get any smaller?" Well, there's always some aggresively dense type to remind me, "Courtney, it can always get smaller, you're just gunna have to be even more cautious about every single person that comes anywhere near you and yours," -- and damn, that's some bullshit.



I honestly just can't grasp where these people get off. I truly don't. There is nothing okay with playing, "make believe," at this age, concerning a friendship. There's a reason certain people aren't held in regard to very many, and there's even more of a reason that these same people have no idea of the rarity that comes with having a "real friend," because clearly, they've just never managed to keep it real enough, long enough, to experience the phenomena that IS a "real friend." Regardless of lack of experiencing it, that does not, at any point, excuse fuckerish behavior - and by fuckerish behavior, I mean any damn thing that is disrespectful towards one of your friendships, we're grown, you're aware of the choices, the shit you've chosen to say, do - the shit you've chosen to lie about, and the way you're willing to look someone in the eyes and fake the funk, meanwhile, accepting all the good from that friendship, whether it be emotional, financial, monotary, whatthefuckever - the bitch smack from reality will come when you realize you should of maybe got some humbleeeee about yourselves, because certain unique and solid bonds, don't come around frequently, and you'll soon realize, it's true what they say, "Don't know what you got, til it's gone.." Well, believe me, it's fuckin' gone.

"Shit Happens When You Trust The Wrong People."

"Shit Happens When You Trust The Wrong People."

Sure does - shit definitely happens when you trust the wrong people. On so many different levels. An example of, "shit happening," is when you have a conversation with somebody and when they choose to repeat it, they don't tell the entire story, verbatim ( word for word for those wondering wtf that word means. ) They tell the last half, or a quote said in an hour long conversation - just bits and pieces, just half of the sentence, which manipulates the conversation that was actually had into sounding like some other type of foul fuckery, which is the, "shit happening," when you trust the wrong people. Fuck, I already have had trust issues for a grip, but when people I trust can't seem to handle the responsibility of being trusted, it's sad to me. Part of me thinks that at most times, it's not even intentional - parts of conversations are just often times left out. But, when it's a particularly deep conversation, and parts of what I said were told to somebody else, lacking the rest of the words I said, it winded up causing a massive, gnarly miscommunication between somebody I thought was my friend. If you're going to repeat something, tell it exactly how the entire conversation occured. I'm rarely feel that I owe anybody an explanation about how a conversation I had actually went, but in this particular case, if the story was told 100% as it happened, the atrocity of drama wouldn't of happened, at all. 

Ultimately, it's just sad. Unfortunate shit.

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Verbal Release....

Coming Soon....

Waaaatch out, now!

"The War on Hoes."

"Scallywags & TwatWaffles."

PSA : Language is, "foul," - to some. I make no apologies.

If folks want to provoke some verbal ammo from me, by choosing to cure their boredom by an apparent attempt at mastering foolery? Then, here I fuckin' go.  This one is pretty clearly personal. This is me, gettin' all, "fuck ya'll hoes," over a variety of different situations. Fact is, i'm going to re-affirm that I don't like hoes or those who support and enable hoes and I don't need anybody to agree with me, I know i'm right. So, yeah. This particular blog will be some entertaining shit for my spectators. Shit's about to get real....Get cha some popcorn.

Two things that will never change? The drug problem in America, and the over abundance of hoes. See, when it comes to hoes - you have to know how to protect yourself, the people around you and your situations from them. If you don't know how, and the people around you either don't know how, or just don't want to know how - then enjoy all the fuckery infested booshwa at your door step. I'm not so concerned with the, "War Against Drugs," - i'll let the government keep brainstorming to cease something that helped create & that will never end. I'm more concerned with the, "War on Hoes..."

In order for a broad to earn her title as a hoe, she has to focus on her hoe activity. ( LUDAAA! lol. ) In order for a broad to earn her title as home wrecker, she has to pop into someone elses relationship, and someone IN that relationship has to permit her to do so. ( Which makes these silly bitches feel validated and victorious, but what did they really accomplish? What did they really win? I hope they didn't think it was respect or good karma. ) In the, "War on Hoes," you first have to grasp that hoes have a particular set of skills, skills that you have to be educated on, otherwise you'll never be able to protect yourself from them. You have to have a zero tolerance for hoes, and not let people have a direct influence on your life that embrace or accept hoes as people. They're the type of breed that's only source of self esteem, comes from the attention that any man, of any relationship status, will give her, vaginally. So, if your man can't repel these hoes? Then you need to repel that man. You have to want to ward off hoes, to ward off hoes. And anybody keeping a door open for hoes to effect your life, is an accomplice to the charge of fuckery WITH these smut buckets & are pro-hoes. & kindly get THEE FUCK outta here with that shit.

In terms of having a relationship, hoes can never be tolerated - ever. If you let some shit slide in your relationship, that has anything to do with a hoe? Thank yourself, because as soon as you do that, it's like a radar goes off to the rest of their kind, almost like a repulsive mating call, and the rest of 'em will come runnin' like a junkie for attention, too. That's what's so twisted about hoes. They don't set out to find somebody to love, someone to call their own - they set out to get temporary attention, sexually, and in hopes of robbing others of happiness, by playing a position in a relationship they were never genuinely welcomed into. It's sick really. As a woman, even having friends that are hoes, is a danger. Because it happens, you can turn your back for 2 seconds, and next thing you know that friend, became that hoe, who is trying to get at your man. There's too many anonymous hoes already. So, don't invite more of 'em into your World. 

In a majority of cases, it's a man that is fucking stupid & drops their guard and let's these hoes hoe-y-ness into their relationships. No, not because he wants to be with her, but because hoes know how to play with a mans head, and yeah, some of 'em just couldn't grasp loyalty if it would save the world. The thing about the men that feel validated by the attention they get from these hoes is - they don't realize the attention they're getting, a fuck load of other dudes have got too. Do they really think they're the only one getting attention from that bitch? Or the only one who was all up in it, that week? Fuck, that day? It's like two species infested with insecurity blending, it's fucking gross. And it's pathetic. It's very simple - hoes can't be trusted. No, they can't be good friends. No, they don't all of a sudden walk away from the hoe life... Fuckin' dick junkies.

Know what? "Smut," is a more appropriate word, because these bitches volunteer their shit, FREELY. Like, soup kitchens. Word. If a woman can't respect herself enough to hold herself in a higher regard? Than us other women, have no use for them. We just have to know how to point 'em out, recognize them and be aware of those types of men that help 'em along. None of them are the types of people you want in your life. As we get older, we have enough trials and tribulations without having to deal with people who authentically set out to make our lives harder. These dudes can save that shit for the next bitch, and these bitches can save that shit for a dumb bitch. Because it ain't us. 

Ultimately, i've dealt with my fair share of hoes & I think they should all be burned at the stake, like the Witch trials. Or, I think they should market themselves, because there is enough insecure and ignorant men to pump both their ego & they're va-jay - and there should be a "hoe tax," which should go towards the deficit & at least hoes would be good for something..... 

Like I said, two things that will never change - America's drug problem and the over abundance of hoes. HOWEVER, being part of the, "War on Hoes," is vital to your life and your health, and if you don't squad up, and rise up against these types of disgusting people? Then, that's your bad. I wish you all the best of luck, and remember - they are the enemy. LOL.

"The Power of Lessons Learned."

"The Power of Lessons Learned."

     Different situations/experiences offer different lessons. It's up to you on whether you're willing to learn those lessons and apply them. I've learned over the years that I would continually make the same certain mistakes, and expect different results. ( Which Albert fucking Einstein said is the definition of insanity, so there ya have it. ) If you expect to make progress as a person, in your life, in any area, you have to be willing to learn and have to be willing to change. However, something you don't have to necessarily do, is force yourself to adapt to something that you don't agree with or want happening to you, or to your life.

   That being said, "hoping for the best," sometimes can literally be, "hoping for a miracle," and you are never doing a service to yourself by ignoring the reality in front of your face. It's never beneficial to instill deeply rooted beliefs into people, ideas, things or desires that haven't shown you that it's realistic to drop those beliefs on. I'm not saying that people, or even that I am wrong for doing this, because let's just face it, matters of the heart can put people in lengthy time frames of hope, delusional hope, really. We're all guilty of letting hope overpower our sense. Simply, "hoping for the best," for too long, on something that isn't even making progress? Has BIG potential to fuck your mind up, and certain aspects of who you are, as a whole. 

Depending on how deep the situation is. The power of learning lessons, is exactly that - POWER. Through learning, you're able to apply the changes, from the mistake, or off choice that led you to learn that particular lesson. If you so choose to not learn a motherfuckin' thing - than expect to make that same mistake, repetitively, for only God knows how long. 

When it comes to matters of the heart, I am under no delusions. I spent years in "hoping for the best," and then have gradually learned over the years, that the heart and mind are supposed to work together, alongside reality - NOT separately. No optimism, no pessimism. Just stay far away from letting those pesky delusions and daydreams conquer the realism that you truly receive when your heart and mind work together. That being said....

The general example is a hot stove, if you touch it once, you know it's hot, you don't do it again. I think it's a lame ass example, because yeah it's a fuckin' stove, and who wants to burn the fuck outta their hand, anyway? See, in that case, I say that some of us, those of us that are more stubborn to accept things than others? See, we will KEEP touching the "stove," just to make SURE it's still hot, and still going to hurt us....Put it this way, me & that stove? We aren't cool, anymore. I've finally learned that nothing I will ever do, in this life, or any other life, will change the fact that it's ohfuckingshitHOT - and that stove can't help but to BE hot and hurt me, because that's what the fuck it does.... 

I shouldn't of used the stove example, because stoves help me make bangin' as food, so they do serve a purpose, and now i'm over here thinkin' about food, and not life lessons, and well.... fuck, LOL.

THE POINT FUCKIN' IS - 

It's ALWAYS in your best interest to learn the lesson in front of you as they come and IMMEDIATELY apply what you learned from it, to your life. It's ALWAYS in your best interest to stay realistic, no matter what & keep the "hoping," elsewhere, and ALWAYS make sure your mind & heart are working TOGETHER, because it's when they're working separately that shit gets clusterfucked. If the same shit keeps happening to you, to your life? You keep letting it. If you're unhappy? Then you have to change that. If you're holding out, "hoping," for somebody to change, because in your mind, "that'll fix everything," - than you're in for a long ass ride of disappointment. I'm speaking from a position of knowledge, people. I don't say this shit because i'm trying to Dr. Phil not one of ya'll - I say it because it's my truth. Moving forward is some easy shit to want, we all want that - but it's even easier to stay in stagnant water because hope has you stuck in concrete . Stay realistic, learn the lessons, no matter how good or bad it may make you feel, and simplify your life. Nobody can do that shit for you, so quit your bitchin'.

"Empowering Minds of Women."

"Empowering Minds of Women."


Lets get serious on this one....


     It's so easy for people to get caught up in the drama, and situations that different females offer each other  Pure fuckery, with basic bitches. We've all dealt with it. But, if you're not careful, you may wind up completely shutting out all females, and then never get to experience the bonds that women can have with each other  when they're able to get passed the fuckery and blend minds with each other on a level, that differs for everybody, but can have an insanely high potential of being so mutually beneficial, it's almost un-explainable  If you aren't open to growing and learning from each other  as females - you're missing out.

   Don't get it twisted, I definitely have a general dislike towards females. That being said, I am definitely not so closed off and closed minded that I can't recognize when i'm in the presence of a good woman. With so few broads worth the time a day breathing in this area, when I come across one of those rare types? It's impossible for me to overlook, that shit is rare, like unicorn rare. Because I have experienced this, I am going to dig deep on it, because so many of ya'll are missing the fuck out.

  People say, "the grass ain't always greener on the other side." My stock answer for that is, "The grass is greener on whichever side you're fuckin' watering." ( Feel me? ) Lately, i've been putting forth time, effort, energy, understanding and raw emotion into a quickly appreciated bond with a fellow ovary owner. I can't remember a time where i've been able to meet a female on such intense levels, on so many levels, on childhood shit, on growing up, on so many things. Most women just don't take the time to listen to each other  to learn about each other  to learn FROM each other - they'd rather classify every woman as they do every other woman who has negatively effected them at some point in life. Me? Shit, i've learned a lot about myself this year, but I learned a lot in the last fuckin' week. I wouldn't of been able to make these achievements within myself, had it not of been for her & I's full, factual disclosures to each other and pure honesty, in the interest of, "keepin' it real," and being understood.

   Women can empower each other  and unless you experience it, than you just can't appreciate it. I said yesterday, "Strength is Contagious," and that's because it is. When two grown women can sit together, and drop life stories on each other  and first offer a legitimate hand of understanding? That shit is beautiful. The thing is, so many women don't get to have something like this, because they're too concerned with being judged, and truth be told, most women just aren't up for taking advice from another female, or they let their pride get in the way of listening to each other  Not hearing, but fuckin' listening. I am thankful that I have allowed this new bond into my life, because when you do, you learn so much about yourself, and you get that, through the willingness to bare all, keep it real, have no doors or locks on your mind, and embrace that as females? We been through a lot of the same shit. Women can serve such impacting purposes in each others lives, that it's a shame that more women can't wrap their mind around this. 

   I mean, check it out - I believe that when women create bonds, that it's imperative and so so fuckin' vital, to never slip on each other  The most simple fumble can fuck an otherwise perfect relationship. But, the thing is, is there's never a good reason to destroy such a rare bond, anyway. The older I get, the fewer authentic friendships I have, and the less I even want.  So, in my World, when I actually allow somebody in? That's a big deal. In the last week I have allowed myself to be 100% open to putting everything I am, and her, everything she is, on the table - learning about each other  and from each other  learning about ourselves. I have allowed myself to be effected. Which that's where so many go wrong, in many different kinds of relationships, they refuse to be effected - don't realize that sometimes, letting someone, "get under your skin," is NOT a bad thing, in some cases, it's the BEST thing. I believe in female friendships, where one lacks, the other picks up for them, and vice versa. One's strength can over power, silence and change the other's weaknesses. It sounds really simple, to maintain something like this, and it's not - in order to even embark on a bond like this, you first have to have the uncanny ability to keep it real with yourself. If you can't do that, then you won't be able to experience the empowerment that gets fabulously tossed back and forth in that bond. And if you honestly, don't have the ability to keep it real with yourself, than you aren't in a position to respect the responsibility that comes with appreciating and protecting that bond.

  Basically - there is so much that we, as females, experience, and learn on our own - experiences that mold us, change us, fuck us up & make us better. But, there is this whole other world of experiences, that are deeply emotional, and mind/life altering that you can ONLY get by quite literally allowing yourself to be humble, and allowing yourself to be vulnerable and as hard and at most times, risky, you have to allow yourself to trust each other.

Lemme just say? It's been YEARS since i've experienced this. Difference is, now? I'm older, life has happened, so many factors have changed my paths, or switched me back on the right now - and to be real? Both of our willingness to be 100% and both of our appreciation for just how fuckin' rare this type of bond is? Shit, we're blessed - and I strongly suggest for women to never rule out the power they can have on each others lives...

Good Advice.....So, take it.

Blog Time!

Tonight I have decided to request some creative 
juices from my girl, Cassie. So, I asked her to give 
me 3 topics to blog on & they are : 

1 - "Empowering Minds of Women."
2 - "The Power of Lessons Learned."
3 - "Scallywags & TwatWaffles."

So, here I go. 

How To Be a Gangsta.

Clearly, throughout my whole life i've tried to be a little more gangsta, a little mo' thug - get my 2pac ON. Recently, i've been feelin' like i'm on the brink of raisin' my O.G. status to unknown heights, about to make some new gangsta-gangsta fraaaandz, feelin' like i'm finally be gettin' my thuuuug on. 

Here's how it's done....

See, what i'm gunna do first, is be from a small town, with no urban area, whatsoever.
 
"Projects? Like, the ones you do in school?"
No, fool, the housing systems.

Then, i'm going to study my gansta ass off, watchin' music videos, and do what these TV gangsta's be derrrn.

"Yo dawwwwwg, pink is the new G shit. You see dat new Camron joint? Let's go see what pink shirts ya mamzz got."

And only THEN, will I go buy my first pair of URR FORCES and completely misunderstand the POINT OF THE SHOE GAME... hold up, this shit bothers me, so lemme explain...

SHOES:
If you're gunna buy a pair of fresh white shoes. The intention, is to keep them white, if you're on foot patrol, walkin' all damn day, in your fresh whites, then you're retarded, because THEN, you're gunna go try and stunt ( only learning that word on UrbanDictionary.com ) with some gnarly scuffed up, raggedy ass lookin' ( what once were...) whites... Off white with some mud on the side is not gangsta. 

Anyway...

AFTER THAT, i'ma find me a group of people who be feelin' the gangsta in their veins, too. ( There's a profound difference in being uneducated, and being urban or being a gaaangsta. Mmmk.? ) Because see, evidently, from watching this fuckery in my area, these people feel more comfortable in their fuckery, if they have a group of other ingrates who do that same fraudulent shit WITH them.... idiots.... THEN, i'm a find me a yelllla-bone ( and not know what that means ) and WIFE HER UP.... ( Oh God, here I go... )

If you meet a girl who is proud of their hoodrat, 'let's go to jail and be away from my kids for social status,' types? The 'im up in the club 4 nights a week, with babies at home,' types, the 'yeah, i fucked ALL your homies, but I really love you,' types, the 'I don't need a edge-a-ma-kay-shun, i'ma just strip cuz I gotta nice bawwwwdy,' types? RUN. But ONLY if you're trying to be a gangsta, those the types of broads you're gunna need. AND ONLY THEN, what you're gunna need to do, is take the 3 $20 bills you and your homies collectively "hustle & grinded," for, and you need to turn two of them into ones, and put one twenty on the outside, and put it in a "rubber band," because "Yo, mah manz, I saw that shit on T.I's new shit," - take some pictures with your, "ride or dieeeee," peoples, and PUT THAT SHIT ON FACEBOOK..

Because THAT'S GANGSTA...

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.....

This shit has bothered me since I moved here. Bothered me and also, been a source of comedy. Ain't shit cute about how oblivious people are to just how big of a DOUCHE BAG this shit makes them look. Hey, have fun runnin' your hood and "knuckin' if you buck." LOL. 

Point Made. Nuff Said.

"Did I Just Hit Menopause? Bunions?"

"On the Other Side to 30...."

2 Things i've noticed, or have otherwise pissed 
me off, personally, or not, on the road to 30.

Calvin and I constantly notice things that happen in our lives, and even in our opinions, where we're frequently saying, "AH, headin' to 30..." Admittedly, the shit is generally hilarious, and sometimes, it's just things we see, and fuckery that needs to be shared because i'm certain others feel the same way.

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"Did I just hit menopause waitin' in line at Walmart?"

I don't know if it's because I straight up despise going to Walmart, or places similar. I don't know if there is some radar that watches me and as soon as I get in line, the heat starts blasting, on some excessive level. I honestly can't tell you. What I can tell you, is it get's MF'er hot, out of nowhere when i'm IN LINE. I don't know if i'm that damn impatient that it causes anger to run through my veins and then soon after I get bitch smacked with a hotflash. I don't know what it is about waiting in line that makes me get so damn heated. ( Not mad, but straight up - temperature. ) It's annoying to me, because I can feel myself get all red faced, and at most times I figure I just got menopause.

"Wait, what the fuck is a bunion? There just isn't anything cute about that life."

Things that used to be funny, aren't. And opinions I used to have, changed. It's called growing up, but check it out, there's a profound difference in, "growing up," and "getting older." Argue with that if you please, but you'll lose. 

Waking up with back aches, your hearing being absolutely not dependable ( got you hearin' shit that doesn't even make sense.. ) Got your face all up in the steering wheel, because you can't see for shit, and are convinced every MF'er has their brights on... they don't. One day noticing a vein that you'd never noticed... ( Which happened to me earlier this year, and all I could think of was those elderly women that got a gang of 'em, and I bet she had a moment when she noticed her 1st crazy protruding vein comin' out her shin bone... I hate that shit. ) The list goes ON... Waking up in the middle of the night otherwise, you, at that age, will have an, "accident," - missing what a "full nights sleep was," - ( Better not be drinking liquid after 7pm, fool! ) Having a severe pain in you foot, googlin' what the fuck it is, learning it's a bunion while you're Mother laughs at you, in a way that just isn't funny to you AT ALL. "The fuck you mean a bunion?"

Anyway, sure, these things come with age. But, uhhhh - some other shit comes with growing up. For example, things that used to be funny to me, especially when it comes to people and their lives, just aren't funny now. I wasn't entirely sure I was capable of empathy, but turns out? I am. I feel bad for people, but not enough to jump on a wagon of excuses they have, with them. It's just, damn, it's gotta suck to have such a mind set. At any rate, I enjoy the changes that have been coming, but the physical ones? Can eat shit.

Point Made.

PSA : Mine.

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