Interracial Dating: Don't Be Afraid to Have An Open Mind

Many single African American women are patiently waiting for their beautiful black prince charming. Some of us have been waiting years and often become frustrated due to lack of a few good black men. I don't know about you'll, but I find myself very attracted to white men and men of other races. We should step out of the box more and have an open mind when it comes to dating. I was brought up and raised by an older generation of women from the south that looked down upon interracial dating. I didn't understand it then and I don't understand it now. I was raised to think that if you was to date outside of your race, you were a sell out and did not like being black. I have witnessed women frown their faces up and mumble under their breaths whenever a black man was out holding hands with a white woman. I have never been angry at seeing this. I believe love knows no color.
   Men of other races appreciate black women more than black men do. They take us more seriously, they love us deeper and they are very secure in their manhood. I am finding myself more and more attracted to white men daily, not because of the color of their skin, but because of the way they think. I could go to happy hour just to relax and a white man will sit next to me and we will have the most wonderful conversations and he will offer to refresh my drink. Now if I am out at happy hour and a black man sits next to me, he offers me a drink, he automatically assumes I am going home with him.
  We as black women should really have an open mind and not just date and faun after the beautiful black brother who has horrible social skills and consider maybe going out with the white man who is a perfect gentleman. Just something to think about.

This Heat, No Panty Day (Eww), and PTSD Awareness

It is hotter than a box of stolen checks outside today. It has been hot like this all week long. Humid, hot and just HOT!!! Ok...So you get what I'm saying. This week alone has been like 96 to 100 degrees so I have just been ducking and dodging in and out of air conditioned facilities. I tried to eat outside to enjoy the sun and perhaps turn my complexion a pretty toffee color but it was sooo hot I felt dizzy. We all know when it gets hot, people get ignorant and testy so I try to stay away from people I don't particularly care for. Speaking of the heat, congratulations to the Heat winning the game and Lebron finally winning his first ring.

 The one thing I find sad about the female species is the fact that some of us believe any and everything  we hear. Like No Panty Day. A day that some horny, old, guy who sits in the house looking at porn all day probably made up so women who thirst for attention can post pics of their behinds and their vagina. Like really, ladies? You're going to walk out here in 100 degree heat with no panties on, dripping sweat? 

Oh, not to mention that new strain of STD going around that is incurable that just jumps on exposed genitals nowadays. But you people don't care about that as long as you go with the trend no matter how stupid it sounds. Please put on a pair of cotton panties to absorb disgusting smelly sweat...Oh..And douche while you're at it.

  June is PTSD Awareness Month. Shame on me because I just found out today. Darn. Anyway PTSD is not the end of the world. It can be treated. Trust me. Just stay away from people, places and things that can trigger trauma. It was hard but I had to delete people out of my life that didn't mean me well. But I am seeing now that it was so worth it because I am such peace.



Forgiveness...

............Thats the million dollar question. Would I ever forgive those who I felt have hurt me? I don't know. I know I should forgive but it is hard because I am still pretty much angry and bitter about a lot of things. I was talking to my therapist about forgiveness, and I have to really want to forgive in order to forgive. Its like I have forgiven my abuser before, but then the person hurt me again as an adult. I have dealt with abuse from this person even as an adult and after the last time, I really don't want that person in my life anymore. I am working towards  forgiveness and I am praying for God to soften my heart because I do have a lot of anger in it. I don't want to be bothered by those who have hurt me. I would rather just be surrounded by people who really do love and respect me. Will I ever forgive? Yes. I will forgive them in due time. But right now, I am taking it one day at a time.

Sex Education: Protect Thy Self

I went to a planned parenthood meeting that really taught me a lot. First of all it scared the hell out of me that in my city the statistics for African American women living with HIV is higher than Africa. That really made me just want to keep my legs closed tighter. I know that HIV is a silent killer and it is the highest among African American women but I had no idea that the statistics were so high. I also learned alot about HPV which there is really no way to avoid it due to skin to skin contact. I knew about HPV but I didn't know that much detail about it or how serious it could be. But it is very serious.
The nurse who conducted the meeting passed out condoms, flavored condoms, compact mirror to check ourselves down there and of course the usual ink pens, and chapstick. I took all of the freebies. Although, I decided not to have sex until marriage I would rather have the condoms and not need them, then need them and not have them. So with that being said it doesn't matter what people think, say, or stereotypes, ladies carry your own condoms. That way there is no excuse if the guy doesn't have any condoms. You will be safe, clean, and disease free regardless of the stereotypes with women carrying condoms. Also, guys who say that certain condoms don't fit are lying. The nurse rolled a whole condom on her entire arm and it fit without breaking. So unless his penis is bigger than an adult's arm (which I doubt) than he can fit the condom. So ladies lets bring down this statistic and lets just get rid of this horrible disease.

Irritability and Nightmares

I've been having nightmares for the last two days. I don't know what triggered them but it could have been anything. They come and go every so often. They used to be very frequent but now since I've started my medication they have been less and less. However, I am trying to figure out what triggers them. Sometimes the nightmares are from my past and I wake up very irritated and angry. Sometimes the nightmares are about things that have never happend and I wake up with relief.  Praying before sleep has helped a whole lot being that the nightmares used to be so intense I would be afraid to sleep at night. But with the medication and praying, my nightmares have slacked up a lot.
  I think my anger is what is causing the nightmares I am having of  my past and of certain family members. There is so much I want to say to those who have hurt me but I just don't know how to say it in love. I know I must be the bigger person and not scream or go into a rage. I mean what good what that do? In a perfect world the people who hurt and abuse us would be held responsible for helping us get over the PTSD and pain. But this is not a perfect world so we must push ourself to wellness as well as happiness. Whenever I have a flashback or a nightmare I put myself in a happy place. Imagine myself by the beach, in a park on a warm day, or just pray and meditate. I have also decided to keep a private journal to share with my therapist whenever I have a flashback or a nightmare. But other than this, I am doing pretty much ok. Love ya!

 

People Who Need To Have A Stadium Of Seats

So sick and tired of her rapping about her phat behind, her wet vagina. Please you need to either hang it up or rap about something else. Seek therapy and stop telling people you're in your mid-twenties. You have been in your mid-twenties since I was in my mid-teens when you first came out. Just stop it! If all you have to talk about is using men for money and your female parts just retire already.

Kim Kardashian. You don't like to be considered a whore, but day by day you give us a reason to. You slept with Ray-J and marketed the tape like a whore, then you kept jumping from NFL player to NFL player like a whore. Then you got married marketed the wedding, made a million bucks, got a divorce a month later and now you're trying to play on our intelligence like you and Kanye are really in love with each other. Not to mention, you keep posting corny ass pics of you two in matching Jordans and outfits. Kanye. I am so very disappointed that you would think that your fans are that damn stupid to believe that this isn't a stunt.

Seriously Nicki? You bitch, moan, and complain about how you want to be treated equal in the rap industry but when Rosenburg voices his opinion about your music, you run off crying to Wayne and cancels your segment? Really? As much as you and Drake punk ass throw shots at live concerts at other people, when somebody does it in your face you run off crying and calling hot 97 bitching and complaining. Girl Bye.

Really Flex? You're screaming at the very top of your lungs at Charlemagne on air because of some tweets that were posted on twitter? You're so upset you can't even get the words out. I could barely understand what you were saying because you're voice became so high pitched due to being so upset about some tweets. Seriously? Then you took the time to go digging up the man's dirt, and dirt about his parents to air him out. Men don't do that.

Seriously Charlene? I mean we all know you're a gossip and love to talk about people. You can't help it. You were Wendy Williams's personal assistant, you can't help it. Just keep Kim's name out of your mouth. She MIGHT hire you to be on her team. 

The Music Industry is Full of Clowns

All weekend long Funkmaster Flex and Charlene the god or whatever the hell his name is have been going at it like two project hood rats. They were airing out dirt on each other like a bunch of teen girls with nothing else better to do. They're both a bunch of punks anyway flooding my and everybody else's timeline with gossip links. When did D.J's become gossip bloggers? These two wasted 72 hours talking trash about each other, airing out information we all could give a f*&k about. I never liked Charlene the god's ass because of the way he and that amazon Wendy Williams constantly gossiped and aired out lies about people. And he can't seem to keep Kim's name out of his damn mouth. Who the f&%k has time to sit in a radio station all day for hours and just talk about people?

  Flex is a fu&%ing thirst bucket anyway, every other article in "In Flex We Trust" is about a naked tramp video whore. He's yelling on the radio like a damn bangee about some he said/she said that was said on twitter. If that isn't the most female, stupid, punk ass sh&t. I can barely even understand what the hell he's saying because he's crying and screaming on air. 

 Now this morning, Chris Brown is under fire because he confronted Drake about something that he was supposed to have tweeted about him. You know what? You'll are a bunch of fu&%ing queens. The contestants on RuPaul's Drag Race act more man than then all the men in the industry right now. Seriously? You confront someone backstage during a concert over a stupid ass tweet? Yet, you people wonder why your albums flop. Instead of focusing on good quality music, you too busy wondering what he or she said about you and why.

  Young Money is like a damn prepaid cell phone service. They are signing any and everybody who can't seem to make it in the music business. First they signed Bow Wow, who said something about being on tour but I have yet to see any promo about an album and now they have signed Christina Milian? Really? Christina Milian? She was done at "Dip It Low".  Then they have all these other miscellaneous rappers on their label that nobody  ever hears or hardly know about because they're only promoting that imbecile Nicki Minaj. 

  But yet and still this society still purchases and supports horrible music by all these people. What about all the good soul artists that never get the attention they deserve? I am so sick and tired of hip-hop and its antics from new comers. Everybody needs to have a stadium of fuc*&ing seats. 

  Then we have Teyana Taylor who just signed to G.O.O.D Music label. For What? What the fu*&k has she contributed to hip-hop except for covers and random ass mixtapes? Oh and a photo shoot here and a photo shoot there? You want to know why we don't have good, quality music, or we don't acknowledge the true artists out here? Because we're too busy paying attention to the coon antics of these bubble gum rappers and sensitive ass d.js. Thats why! 

  

But Why?????

Why are all the cute guys taken?

Why are all the cute guys heart broken and don't want a relationship?

Why are all the cultural guys so anal?

Why is it that all hipsters are vegan?

Why do all hipsters think its cool to dress like a homeless person?

Why is it that some african americans who have doctorate degrees think they're so above those who don't?

Why is it that Al Sharpton only supports people that have high profile cases?

Why are people still mad that our president is black?

Why do women who walk around dressed like a whore get angry when I guy approaches them like such?

Why do some men walk around with a bow tie in place of a necktie? Who said that was cute?

Why are people pressing charges on people over tweets?

Why do people literally make time to stalk social network profiles?

Worth the Weight: Art Modeling and Sexy Clothes

So I've lost twenty five pounds. I gag at myself everytime I look in the mirror and gawk at my awesome flat belly. Thank God for giving me will power with this new vegetarian diet because it is soooo paying off. I actually lost weight to have more energy, to be more healthy and to live longer. During my biology class, we learned about fats, lipids, and cholesterol. Yuck! Thats when I really decided to change my diet for the better. Once you start getting well on the inside it starts to shine outside.
  I look so incredibly sexy in size twelve slacks and the fact that I can find slinky sundresses in my size at the thrift store makes me sooo happy. Oh and uh...I am an art model now. Yes. People draw me. Even before I lost the extra poundage artists would ask to draw me and I didn't mind it, it's just that I never got around to it. Being the cultural person that I am I love art, especially paintings that tell a story and make a statement.  Plus I hate wearing clothes anyway, its too hot.

 However, do not think I am going to walk around dressed like Ice T's wife CoCo because my confidence is not THAT high. But I will wear a see through top, a cute little belly shirt, a sexy little bathing suit. Pics coming soon.

Sultry Summer Anthems

The single "4 am" from Melanie Fiona's "The MF Life" gives me MY life. I love the music tones and the sexy, silky way she sings the description of feeling deceived and betrayed by the fact that it is 4 am and her man still has yet to come home. This particular song makes me want to lay back in a bubble bath with a glass of white wine, thinking of a love I once knew.

I can always depend on Kanye West to bring hot beats, fire lyrics, and conceited ad libs to start my day. When I'm feeling pretty, attractive and feeling like dancing to a hot beat I can just pop in the single "Mercy".

First Therapy Session, Visit to the Museum

Yesterday, I had my first therapy session with my new therapist. She is over six feet tall, with shoulder length brown hair and a wonderful sense of humor. Her name is Amy. Amy is very understanding, she has allergies as bad as mine and she is so understanding. I told her a lot of things that I had repressed inside and she shared with me a lot of things I could do decrease my anxiety that is caused by my PTSD. The exercises are so therapeutic and relaxing. She also told me that Child Abuse support groups are a very positive way for me to cope as well.
   Before my doctor's appointment I took a visit to the Chrysler Museum of Art to check out the 30 Americans exhibit from African American artists. The different aspects of art that was displayed was absolutely beautiful. There was art made from matchsticks, oil pastels, paintings, and wax. Some were just simple photographs of people taking artistics poses, and some were of  magazine and newspaper clip outs pasted together to make a statement. I had a very good day.

Dear Kim: My Open Letter to Lil Kim

Dear Kim,

I was twelve years old living in the Jeffrey Wilson Projects in Portsmouth, Virginia. I had just started middle school and BET was the first channel I turned to as soon as I stepped my foot in the door, tossing my book bag across the floor. I had no idea that the beautiful woman dancing on top of the escalator in a floor length fur was the same woman who graced the stage with the Notorious B.I.G and Junior Mafia. I fell in love with you when I saw the "No Time" video. Not your lyrics, because at the age twelve I didn't know anything about sex let alone getting men for their paper. I fell in love with your smile, your confidence, your boldness and the way you held your head up high despite the obstacles that the music industry threw your way.
 As I reached my teen years and from teen years I reached adulthood every album you have released I purchased. Some women listen for the raunchy lyrics that gets them amped up for a night on the town, some women listened to get them ready for a night of passionate sex. But if a true fan listens to your lyrics, they will hear a story behind every song, every lyric, every bar.
 Even though you don't know me from Eve, and you're my bestie in my head, if I am going through a certain problem all I have to do is play an album of yours and I swear you have a song for everything I am and have went through. All the way down to the legal problems I put myself in.
  A lot of people say I can't be a fan of Lil Kim and be a Christian at the same time. But who are they to judge? All I know is that despite your lyrics, outfits, and past transgressions you never cease to tell us how much you love the Lord and you never cease to thank God for every award, every album, every fan He has blessed you with. I love the cool, calm way you react to beef on wax and I just love the way you kept a smile on your face despite the fact you had to do time for a year for something you barely had anything to do with. I love your personality, your kind heart, and your sense of humor.
 When people had something to say about your cosmetic surgeries, I was like so what? Its your money, your life, and lets be real. Half of those people talking all that trash would get a tummy tuck if they had the money. Girl, keep doing you. Keep making your money. I have been a fan since I was twelve years old and I am now pushing thirty. I love you for life.

Love,

T.M

Delicious Reads

Mystic River. Now a motion picture, we all know the books are way better than the movie. This book had me on the edge of my seat. Three boys were friends until a tragic event happend on a lazy afternoon. Years later another tragic event brings these boys together. You won't be able to put the book down until the last page.

Cross. Our favorite detective Alex Cross is back to take on the very psychopath that murdered his beloved wife, Maria.

The Quickie. Homicide Detective Lauren Stillwell catches her husband in the midst of an affair. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. While embarking on a sultry affair of her own, she witnesses and unspeakable crime.

Single in the Summer? Don''t Be Mad

Facebook, which is the social network that hosts the most depressing statuses of single women all across the world, have been showcasing hot acid slinging arguments amongst couples. Again. Tagging the boyfriend's name, his side chick and cursing out all those who decide to put in their ad libs in the comment section. I don't understand why the girlfriend is even mad. If the dog decides to roam away from home, lock your door, throw away the key and do you. The weather is great, the nights are younger, out of towners are cuter, its time to do you. Which is what I have always done.
 I haven't been in a serious relationship in over four years but I have been in some..uh..Situations. Situations that are so tight that I have found myself confused when meeting a new potential and hurt when someone's feelings are not the same. But I have always bounced back especially when someone comes along that makes me forget about the last one. Am I saying to become a full fledge hot summer jump off? No. Though I don't practice premarital sex, I don't hate on the next single lady who is all about getting hers with no strings attached. However, I am against single ladies who get theirs with no strings attached and not protect themselves. But do you have to give it up to have fun in the sun? No. You can go out to a night club get your dance on and not go home with anyone. Is there a crime in smiling at the cute chocolate brother staring at you from across the cafe? Nope. Not only that but you can have multiple crushes on people and not feel bad.
 My PTSD and this little one pill a day doesn't stop my shine from living a regular life that I lived before I started the medication. A lot of women get self conscious with meeting new people because they feel as though they have to tell someone off the back that they have a mental illness, a physical illness...NOT. You're not marrying the guy, or planning to have children with him so don't let your illness stop you from having fun. If you are the chick that just want to get hers and not worry about the extra stuff just protect yourself from pregnancy and disease.

Music Raves: Azealia Banks, Lil Kim's Return of the Queen Tour, and Erykah Badu

Ok...Where do I began...Her fashion is horrible, her music is horrible, her hair is horrible, her sense of style is horrible, her attitude is horrible. Her album is titled...1991? I'm guessing that's the year this wannabe half-fish was born? Don't know..Don't care. I like to give everyone a chance by listening to their music and I did listen to her music. Its horrible...Next!

My Lady. Not only does she have a hot, girly, sexy, sassy tour bus and she rocks nothing but expensive designer, sexy clothes on stage. She is bringing the heat with a comeback tour that Nicki Minaj shaking in her synthetic green wig. Fans old and new are putting in requests for her to touch down in their city, and tickets are being sold out everywhere. Yall better stop sleeping on your Queen.

Erykah Badu collaborated with the group "The Flaming Lips" and released a controversial video that consisted of her being in the nude (sources are saying it is a body double) covered in gold glitter, blood, and um..lets just say bodily fluids. Fans, bloggers, and gossip columnists are in an uproar some even saying that Ms.Badu has lost her mind. In my opinion, Erykah has always been unique, creative, and goes over the top to get her point across. I watched the video and though I wasn't shocked I was a bit surprised by the blood and bodily fluids that were covering the naked body. I have always been a fan of Erykah Badu and I tell the truth. It was a little over the top.

Good Dreams: Is It My Meds?

As you'll know I have Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder due to me being a survivor of child abuse. My PTSD consists of horrific nightmares, a bad phobia of the dark, flashbacks, and anxiety. The medicine that I am on, which is a little pill I take once a day early in the morning is what stabilizes it. Does it work? Yes. Like a charm. My flashbacks has decreased from three times a day to well, I haven't had one yet since I started taking my medication a month ago. I still can't sleep in the dark or be in dark places for a long time or I'll have an anxiety attack, but a night light helps me sleep at night. But what I really like is that my horrific nightmares have been replaced with good dreams. I am having dreams so good I don't even want to wake up. I try to force myself back to sleep so the dream could continue. One dream I was crying and praising God and I was so overwhelmed with happiness that I woke up with a gospel song in my head that I just thought of!!! Another dream I had was of a dark skinned man with dreads sitting on a chair singing in this angelic voice. The voice was so beautiful, the very next night I prayed for God to please give me the dream again. I believe my medication is whats helping me with getting rid of the horrific nightmares but I also believe  God is responsible for the wonderful dreams.
  I find myself thinking with a much clearer head and I can handle myself in much stressful situations. I pray a lot constantly throughout the day and night which builds my spiritual strength. Am I reliant on this medication? Not really. This medication helps me a lot along with the wonderful support system I have along with it. I no longer have insomnia and stay up half the night reading, looking at the ceiling, or browsing the web.  I feel much better in the morning and not so tired and irritable. I have my sleep back!! Praise GOD!!!

The Best To Ever Do It: My Sheroes

Danielle Steele. Still no one has beat her record for the many books she has had on NY Times Best Selling list at one time. The fact that she writes multiple books at one time makes her my shero. She is so beautiful, talented and oh so mysterious. Danielle is such an incredibly private person that she doesn't do book signings or interviews. Did I mention over half of her books were prime time movies??

Whitney Houston. Aka Nippy Aka "The Voice". This queen will forever reign in my heart as the true first lady of Pop. Everything she touched turned to gold and every project she has ever tried she mastered. Her songs "I look to you" and "I didn't know my own strength" got me through the recent tough times.

Sade. The true epitome of class, style and grace. Miss Adu has never been in tabloids, gossip blogs or had her name raked in mud. Her voice is like smooth, hot butter and her music gives me the flame I need to write.

Lil'Kim. This chick has got me through breakups, back stabbing friends, losses, and financial problems. She is the first chick to let me know to first handle my business then comes the miscellaneous stuff. Her lyrics taught me to hold my head up high no matter what the obstacles are.

Beverly Johnson. The first African American woman to grace the cover of "Vogue" magazine. Not to mention her own cosmetics line, wig line, weave line, and her daughter is a beautiful proud curvy model. Beverly showcases her wonderful personality on her new reality tv show which keeps it real on the trials and tribulations of mother/daughter relationships. She is also married to the very handsome, very talented David Bowie.

Michelle Obama. She's tall. She's beautiful. She's displays public affection towards her hubby and her children. She worksout. She eats healthy. She has arms that make's Angela Basset's look flabby. You guessed it. Our FLOTUS. Mrs.O is so bold and beautiful she admits to being a Beyonce stan.

Reasons To Say No: Stop Being A Welcome Mat

Yesterday, during my overpriced lunch of tuna fish, baked lays and a peanut butter chocolate chip vegan cookie I was reading the July issue of Cosmopolitan. Demi Lovato was on the cover looking radiant and although I think  Cosmopolitan does not put enough Sistas on the cover of their magazine, they do have some pretty good content. One of the guest columnist was a therapist who written an article on fifteen reasons for just saying the word "No" when someone asks you for a particular favor, a question, or invites you to an event that you normally wouldn't be caught dead in. I have never had a problem with saying the word "No".  There was a time when I used to put an expletive in front of the word "No", but I am no longer that bad girl. She is suppressed deep down inside me hopefully to never come out again.

 But I do know lots of people who have a problem with saying the word "No" and often find themselves in miserable situations, places where they are miserable, and around miserable people. But really makes me wince, is when people rack their brain to make up lies about why they can't do what someone asks of them. *Sigh* Why lie? Last time I checked you were an adult, these people were not your parents, don't pay your bills, don't even offer you a stick of gum, and barely calls you to see if your're alive unless they need you for something. So here are MY reasons for saying the word "No".

Babysitting. Ok, so a family member asked you to babysit one time, you had nothing else better to do but sit at home and fold your laundry. It wouldn't hurt to babysit your little cousin CeCe and play a game of "Candy Land" while her mother goes to Club Dream for Ladies' Night. But should it become a weekend ritual to the point where she is calling your phone TELLING you what time she's dropping little CeCe off on Friday and what time she will be picking her up on Sunday? I think not. If you're single with no children, then I know you definitely have plans you want to create or keep. Its time to put your foot down.

Outings With Co-workers. I have never been a fan of going out with my peers from my job. Especially with supervisors. When supervisors start talking all that mess about how they are so proud of the team and want to treat them out to a weekend outing, its a set up. If it is not on company lunch time, I would say "No." First of all I have heard and witnessed too many horror stories of Supervisors taking their employees to bars, happy hour, resorts, buying rounds of drinks until they get sloppy drink and start their confessionals, for them to be fired first thing Monday morning. Just Say No.

Facebook Invites. Some people just do not need to have your facebook. Especially people who love to gossip and take simple three word statuses and mold them into indirect insults that they assume are about them. Last time I checked, facebook was for old high school friends to reconnect not for matchmaking, Co-worker meet ups or to promote music. In other words if a Nosy Rosy or Gossip Goose or somebody who you just can't stand adds you on facebook, just say no. Or better yet click "Decline".

The Request For Your Phone Number. I see this happen too many times. I have even done it a few times just to get out of the situation. When a guy asks for my number, I would either give him the wrong one, lie and tell him I have a man, or just give it to him and just not answer the phone. Or the chick who talks my ear off who requests my phone number to talk my ear off some more. I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings so I just give her the phone number and ignore her calls. Why waste the energy when you can just say no? First of all it is too time consuming to think of seven random digits to belt out to the guy. Second of all, it is too mind boggling to try to remember which phone number is the chick who is up to her elbows in drama and wants to dump it on you as if you're her therapist. Just say no.

Crashing On Your Couch. Not crashing on your couch for the night to sleep off the alcohol until morning. But the crashing on your couch until they find another apartment or a job rather. Been there. Done that. And I will never ever in my life do it again. First of all, everybody and their parents have crashed not just on my couch, but in my second bedroom of my bachelorette pad I had on the Peninsula. People were messy, late on their half of the rent, and when the shoe was on the other foot ask me if they lent me at least a chair to crash on? Yeah. Take my advice and say no.

These are just a few reasons to just say no, without giving reasons as to why you said no. You are your own woman. Let's hear you roar!!!!

Zombies: Apocalypse or Hallucagenic drugs

In Miami a random guy just attacks an homeless man and eats his face, in Texas a mother eats part of her baby's brain and chews off three of his toes and in Maryland a student kills his housemate and eats several of his organs while storing the rest in the basement. Then in New Jersey, a man stabs himself fifty times, tear his own intestines out and throws them at police. The policemen pepper sprays him but he doesn't even flinch. It is then documented that the man displayed zombie like behavior. After these three stories hit the media, zombie apocalypse theories started to go viral on the web. People even started buying zombie proof condos. Seriously. Zombie proof condos have actually sold out. People are posting instructional videos on youtube on the fastest way to kill zombies and how to hideout and what to store just in case of the apocalypse.

  I understand people are scared because everywhere there are news reports of people eating other people in too close of a time frame. Just like in early January and February in one week several children were killed by their parents in Hampton Roads. However, though child deaths are very serious, reports of cannibalism in all across America is straight up bizarre.

  Many specialist are saying that bath salts maybe what is behind the behavior. The synthetic ingredients that are in the products are destroying motor parts of the brain that are causing hallucination and violence. However, I don't believe that is true. Back in early 2010 many people were getting high off of bath salts everywhere and were winding up in the ICU or the morgue not attacking and eating the raw flesh off of the first person they lay eyes on. I pretty much think that there is a rise in evil in this world. The government gave a statement saying that there is no zombie attack or any apocalypse happening of any kind. How do they know that there is no apocalypse going on, is my first question. We all know that the government knows what exactly is going on. It is not a race thing either, so the black militants like the panthers can't say that there is an experiment that the government is putting on blacks because the Texas mother who ate her baby was Hispanic. I think there is a drug out amongst other things we don't know about that is causing this behavior. I am also praying deeply for the man who was attacked in Miami because from what the surveillance video showed, he was the wrong place at the wrong place at the wrong time. I am also very appalled with whomever it was that took a picture of his face and leaked it out to the media. That was very tacky, disgusting, disturbing and disrespectful. It was probably a nursing intern that had too much time on their hands. Oh and by the way the zombies who are doing the attacks do not look like this:

They look like this:

Noteworthy Novels

Although Zane is known as the queen of erotic, kinky fiction she steps into a whole new horizon with this particular novel. Two people at two different crossroads in their lives connect after a tragic encounter. Every woman fantasizes of randomly meeting a guy while out and about and falling in love. But the catch 22 is you have to NOT be looking for it. I give it five stars. It was different, passionate and intense. I loved the fact that the sexual scenarios was not her usual pornographic forte.

This particular novel touched basis on what is happening in churches in every city. Money hungry women who long for the benefits that come with men of the cloth. I think every woman who desire to be first lady  for the wrong reasons should definitely sit down, curl up under her afghan and thoroughly read this novel.

What Kind of Blogger Am I? To Embrace My Personality.

There is the fashion blogger, the gossip blogger, the food blogger, the travel blogger, the style blogger. The celebrity blogger, even maternity blogger. But what kind of blogger am I? I found myself thinking this the other day as I was flipping through a Glamour mag and there were several guest columnists from fashion bloggers. What would I have to offer a beauty or fashion magazine if I was to appear as a guest writer? What would I say if someone was to ask me "So what kind of blogger are you"? I honestly don't know what to say at all because I don't blog on one particular topic or category. I blog about whatever comes to my mind. So I am still racking my brain as to what kind of blogger I should describe myself to be.

 Speaking of describing self, until recently I found myself trying to change certainly pieces of my personality and feeling frustrated when I caught myself acting the same way. I found myself waking up in the middle of the night praying and crying out to God because I just wanted to change the real me into something that wasn't me. I found myself feeling inwardly ashamed of the fact that I have post-traumatic stress disorder, and that I have to take medication to stabilize it. After praying, the next morning when I woke up I felt refreshed, and free. On my heart I felt the imprints of not caring about who couldn't accept my natural personality. The fact that I am funny, I love to laugh, I don't take life too seriously because I know we only live once. My feisty personality, my love of helping people, if something is bothering me or someone else I speak out about it. I no longer felt ashamed of my PTSD and I no longer feel that I am psychotic because I take medication. I feel great just being me.