My parents never let me watch the movie Rosewood when it came out. I suppose the sensitive subject matter was thought to be too much for me. They were right. 10 years later I've finally viewed it. I am appalled. I can believe that back in 1923 something so heinous is possible. It still hurts. And I am now thoroughly pissed off.
Thank You and Goodnight.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Ah! Homewreckers!!!
So I got a phone call today from an old friend. We were thick as thieves back in the day. I loved the hell outta this chick, we were MAD cool. But now that I've spoken to her.....uh.....yea. I do not condone messin with married (or involved) men. I don't mean to seem harsh but really....I can't see it. I would never wanna get in between something that's already there. ANYWAY.....So she calls me and starts to basically brag about messin with some man 15 years older than her who's married with children. And she finds it funny that his kids are damn near her age. She says it's okay because he "takes care of her". Uhm....that's not sexy. The first thing I thought of was,"How would I feel if my Daddy (whom I love SO MUCH) was messin wit some broad that was my age?" VOMIT! That's gross!
So I pose a question to my readers.
You meet someone that you have an AMAZING connection with. The sex is great, their likable, the company is good. They are married. What do you do?
So I pose a question to my readers.
You meet someone that you have an AMAZING connection with. The sex is great, their likable, the company is good. They are married. What do you do?
Sunday, February 11, 2007
FRIENDS...How Many Of Us Have Them?
So I found out some things this morning.
I went to Chicago this weekend for Tasha's birthday.
The night started out fine. Food, friends, liquor. Like, how could that NOT be the greatest night ever?
We didn't realize when Leah parked the car that it was a tow-away zone...that's how the Chi makes their revenue. So we get to the car around 4:15- 4:20 ish. The car is gone and Leah throws a total tantrum. Crying and falling out on the ground about her car being towed. So I assured her we'd get it back, Tasha's trying to figure out wtf is goin on and Myisha walks away to keep from laughing at Leah's bitch fit. We flag down a cop and find out what we have to do to get the car back. I hail a cab but Tasha calls her co-workers that we were previously in the company of so they could give us a ride to the tow lot. They drive us there and Leah decides that because this man bought her drinks at the bar that he was going to be the one to pay for her car to be released from the tow lot. Uhm...HELLO! Reality check please!? So we find out later that if you're going to pay with a credit card that the credit card has to match the name that's on the cars registration. So the guy paying for it is out of the question. So Leah decides that she should be pathetic enough to be allowed to have her Dad pay with HIS credit card over the phone JUST because he's disabled and JUST because she's Leah. Bitch please.
So she's already PAST getting on my nerves. It's cold out. I've been up almost 24 hours. My buzz is blown. My feet...oh my God I won't even talk about how badly my feet were hurting. And Leah felt like she was a victim and that some random guy should save her because she's pretty. So, right now I'm the ONLY hope she has because everyone else only had credit cards...I had cash.
I walk over to her and calmly explain her options to her. She declines. She says, "No. I want HIM to pay with his credit card." So as you all may have guessed I lost my temper and told her ass off. I was already mad as hell and you're turning down my help because you don't want to have to pay for this. I should have punched that bitch in her throat for being so selfish and bratty. So she finally decides that she's gonna take the money but she wants everyone to have to pay a fourth of the cost. Uhm....nobody told you to park there. Had it been someone else driving you would want them to have to pay for it all. So....no way. She took the money, we got in the car and we all went home. And do ya'll know this broad had the AUDACITY to not even fuckin say thank you?! Omg I am so pissed off, I was even MORE pissed off when I got home at 11:30am. So I wrote her a note on Myspace. Perhaps I was harsh, but I wanted to do it while it was fresh in my mind and I meant every word of it and I still mean it.
The note:
----------------- Original Message -----------------
From: ARROGANT
Date: Feb 11, 2007 11:54 AM
Okay, some things need to be said. Myisha asked me to behave myself and not say anything, I tried and I'm not doing it anymore. First of all, my intention is not to hurt your feelings or demean you. Being condescending towards people is not something that I do for fun. Leah you need to realize that the sun does not rise and set on your ass. That's just not how life goes. When I criticize your driving it's because I'm concerned about my well-being but you'll understand when you actually hit someone. When I call you "names" I'm joking. If I didn't like you PLEASE BELIEVE you'd know it for sure because I'd come right out and tell you. And I would NEVER sit in your face like we were cool if I didn't like you.
However...
after that fiasco this morning, no I don't like you anymore. I'm going to tell you exactly why. You're so selfish, spoiled and inconsiderate. I didn't know it was humanly possible for someone to be such a spoiled, self-serving brat. You're WAY too old for that. I can see that you obviously don't handle stress well and that's fine. Some people just don't do well under pressure. You ARE indeed a gold digger. [I doubt you've admitted it to yourself yet.] I thought it was just an act until you turned down my cash for the Indian guy's credit card. Either way you would have had to pay one of us back. I hope you don't think he was gonna do that shit for free. And as for us splitting that cost.....uhm no. You drove;not us. If Myisha had driven you would have expected her to pick up the whole tab for it. I'm not the type to bite my tongue and Myisha knows it. I tried for her, but I can't. It's out of my character and it's fake and I'm not a fake person. If I feel a certain way I'm gonna let everybody know. You can't always have your way. No offense Leah, but what the fuck do you plan on doing when your parents are no longer here? Who are you going to run to then when shit gets tough? You can't justify ANY of your actions this morning. You treated us like we were the cause of the problem. You obviously don't want to take responsibility for shit when you fuck up. That needs to change. When you get men to do things for you...they're going to want things in return. Sugar daddy or not....the silver lining in the cloud is usually just an illusion. Sure when I go out my cleavage is hanging all out but I also don't go around scoping to find the man in the club with the most money to get me drunk. You obviously have some personal issues that you need to deal with. Looks like Emily isn't the only one who needs some therapy. You walk around all high and mighty with champagne taste like ya shit don't stink but you got beer money. Until you stop acting so petty and childish, you're not going to have many lasting friendships. You claim you like having ride or die friends....that's not true Leah. You want friends that will do ANYTHING for you with no consequence. Not a good look.
You have until Friday to give me my money back.
After that, I don't give a damn if you don't say another word to me. I'm so disappointed in you. I thought we were better than that but you couldn't even be woman enough to come to me and say "Niki, we need to talk." It's all good though.
Peace.
Holler.
I went to Chicago this weekend for Tasha's birthday.
The night started out fine. Food, friends, liquor. Like, how could that NOT be the greatest night ever?
We didn't realize when Leah parked the car that it was a tow-away zone...that's how the Chi makes their revenue. So we get to the car around 4:15- 4:20 ish. The car is gone and Leah throws a total tantrum. Crying and falling out on the ground about her car being towed. So I assured her we'd get it back, Tasha's trying to figure out wtf is goin on and Myisha walks away to keep from laughing at Leah's bitch fit. We flag down a cop and find out what we have to do to get the car back. I hail a cab but Tasha calls her co-workers that we were previously in the company of so they could give us a ride to the tow lot. They drive us there and Leah decides that because this man bought her drinks at the bar that he was going to be the one to pay for her car to be released from the tow lot. Uhm...HELLO! Reality check please!? So we find out later that if you're going to pay with a credit card that the credit card has to match the name that's on the cars registration. So the guy paying for it is out of the question. So Leah decides that she should be pathetic enough to be allowed to have her Dad pay with HIS credit card over the phone JUST because he's disabled and JUST because she's Leah. Bitch please.
So she's already PAST getting on my nerves. It's cold out. I've been up almost 24 hours. My buzz is blown. My feet...oh my God I won't even talk about how badly my feet were hurting. And Leah felt like she was a victim and that some random guy should save her because she's pretty. So, right now I'm the ONLY hope she has because everyone else only had credit cards...I had cash.
I walk over to her and calmly explain her options to her. She declines. She says, "No. I want HIM to pay with his credit card." So as you all may have guessed I lost my temper and told her ass off. I was already mad as hell and you're turning down my help because you don't want to have to pay for this. I should have punched that bitch in her throat for being so selfish and bratty. So she finally decides that she's gonna take the money but she wants everyone to have to pay a fourth of the cost. Uhm....nobody told you to park there. Had it been someone else driving you would want them to have to pay for it all. So....no way. She took the money, we got in the car and we all went home. And do ya'll know this broad had the AUDACITY to not even fuckin say thank you?! Omg I am so pissed off, I was even MORE pissed off when I got home at 11:30am. So I wrote her a note on Myspace. Perhaps I was harsh, but I wanted to do it while it was fresh in my mind and I meant every word of it and I still mean it.
The note:
----------------- Original Message -----------------
From: ARROGANT
Date: Feb 11, 2007 11:54 AM
Okay, some things need to be said. Myisha asked me to behave myself and not say anything, I tried and I'm not doing it anymore. First of all, my intention is not to hurt your feelings or demean you. Being condescending towards people is not something that I do for fun. Leah you need to realize that the sun does not rise and set on your ass. That's just not how life goes. When I criticize your driving it's because I'm concerned about my well-being but you'll understand when you actually hit someone. When I call you "names" I'm joking. If I didn't like you PLEASE BELIEVE you'd know it for sure because I'd come right out and tell you. And I would NEVER sit in your face like we were cool if I didn't like you.
However...
after that fiasco this morning, no I don't like you anymore. I'm going to tell you exactly why. You're so selfish, spoiled and inconsiderate. I didn't know it was humanly possible for someone to be such a spoiled, self-serving brat. You're WAY too old for that. I can see that you obviously don't handle stress well and that's fine. Some people just don't do well under pressure. You ARE indeed a gold digger. [I doubt you've admitted it to yourself yet.] I thought it was just an act until you turned down my cash for the Indian guy's credit card. Either way you would have had to pay one of us back. I hope you don't think he was gonna do that shit for free. And as for us splitting that cost.....uhm no. You drove;not us. If Myisha had driven you would have expected her to pick up the whole tab for it. I'm not the type to bite my tongue and Myisha knows it. I tried for her, but I can't. It's out of my character and it's fake and I'm not a fake person. If I feel a certain way I'm gonna let everybody know. You can't always have your way. No offense Leah, but what the fuck do you plan on doing when your parents are no longer here? Who are you going to run to then when shit gets tough? You can't justify ANY of your actions this morning. You treated us like we were the cause of the problem. You obviously don't want to take responsibility for shit when you fuck up. That needs to change. When you get men to do things for you...they're going to want things in return. Sugar daddy or not....the silver lining in the cloud is usually just an illusion. Sure when I go out my cleavage is hanging all out but I also don't go around scoping to find the man in the club with the most money to get me drunk. You obviously have some personal issues that you need to deal with. Looks like Emily isn't the only one who needs some therapy. You walk around all high and mighty with champagne taste like ya shit don't stink but you got beer money. Until you stop acting so petty and childish, you're not going to have many lasting friendships. You claim you like having ride or die friends....that's not true Leah. You want friends that will do ANYTHING for you with no consequence. Not a good look.
You have until Friday to give me my money back.
After that, I don't give a damn if you don't say another word to me. I'm so disappointed in you. I thought we were better than that but you couldn't even be woman enough to come to me and say "Niki, we need to talk." It's all good though.
Peace.
Holler.
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