So as you know I am in college and in the next two semesters I will be graduating finally. My major is Social Science so I have to take a lot of humanities and Psychology classes. I am taking a Social Psychology class, and just so happens that my favorite professor is teaching it. She is so awesome, patient and very kind. I had her for Psychology 201. Anyway, I love her class she is a very brilliant with teaching but I have very annoying classmates. My classmates are African American and they are very loud and talkative. They are always interrupting my professor with their own personal stories to the point where it causes us to get behind. I found myself very annoyed by it, however I thought it was just me. But today during the last fifteen minutes of class one of my other classmates that sit beside me became so irritated by these interrupting students that she said "I cant take this anymore, we are always behind because of the same people. I am going to talk to her about this." Thats when I knew it wasnt just me. So I emailed my teacher and politely asked her to rectify the situation. Cool.
Anyway, I am creating a new thematic blog that I am launching on October 1. It is a story blog. October is the month of Halloween so I am going to write short horror stories every week for the month of October. I already have the first story thought out and you are definitely in for a treat. The story blog will be ongoing with a different theme for every month. For example, November and December will of course be holiday themed short stories. So stay tuned!
I am seriously thinking about sponsoring a child. I told myself that if I am not married by the time I am 30, then I am going to adopt. Why not get the ball going by sponsoring a baby girl. In all honestly, I don't think I will be married by the age of 30. I am just prepared to accept that reality that I may not ever meet that one guy that is for me. I would love to and I am not rushing into it, but I could never settle for less than what I deserve. I simply refuse to do that. So I am going to start researching sponsorship programs. Wish me luck.
I don't care if you don't like my blog, and I don't care if you get offended. It is my blog and I say what the fuck I want when I want. If I am pissed off and I want to vent then I have every fucking right to do so. Silence is golden and I am going to continue giving it to assholes who mean absolutely nothing to me. However, sometimes that silence builds up to the point where you have to release it some how. So instead of me releasing it to someone in their face and risking jail time for knocking their fucking teeth out, how about I just release it in this blog that way that person will be safe. Got it? Great.
Let's start off with the Asshole who wrote a blog about liking his four year old son more than his two year old son, because they have more fun and more adventure. Seriously? How the fuck do you dislike a two year old? They're babies for God's sake. They only want to eat, sleep, walk around, put things in their mouths and laugh. They don't understand how to catch a fucking a ball, they don't give a fuck about who won the game last Sunday and they really don't give two fucks about how to shoot a hoop. Then again, your two year old probably doesn't like your stupid ass because you don't get that he would rather run around outside, draw different shapes in many different colors with finger paints, have you read to him, or here is a good idea how about you take your four year old son and your two year old son outside to rake some leaves and have them jump around in them. Of course, you wouldnt think of shit like this because you're just a big asshole who's looking for a protege to raise. I hope your wife kicks you out of the house.
Let's talk about the asshole who stole my whole entire wardrobe, 8 piece luggage set, my shoe collection, my books, my natural hair products, my phone chargers, my grandmother's pictures, her cancer diary, and whole lot of other shit that was dear to my heart. Bitch, your swag will never match mine no matter how much of my shit you steal, attempt to wear, give away, trash, etc. Youre a nothing ass project gutter rat bitch who could never reach my fucking potential. Your ugly, scrawny, gargoyle looking boyfriend tried to get with me so many times and I told you because you needed to know and you blame me? Of course you do because you are broke, bum ass project bitch who will get nowhere in life. So you gave away my shit...Thats fine. What goes around comes around and I will just reup more shit. Oh and as far as my grandma's memorabalia...You dont have her ashes and I care about that more than anything.
Lets talk about the highly religious money hungry asshole who likes to lurk on my facebook statuses. Let me tell you something with your looking ass. Instead of you worried about what the fuck I am doing, how I am doing and where I am doing it, you need to focus on getting your own shit together. You are all about money. You are a lying, manipulative, trifling, conniving bitch. You take advantage of young, naive, girls leeching money off of them so your fat, yellow, snake ass doesn't have to work. You are nothing but a blood sucking ass leech. And that is all you will ever be. I don't see you...You are invisible to me, you are the scum on the bottom of my motherfucking Aldo pump. Don't try me bitch, post one more subliminal status and I will expose you for the worm you really are.
To the asshole who told lies on me about who I'm sleeping with, where I'm sleeping with them and all these people I am supposedly fucking. Do you have proof that I am fucking any one at all? I have no kids and no diseases oh but lets talk about the fact that your children have five different dads and you don't have not one fucking ring on your finger. If he liked it he should have put a ring on it, right? Well he didnt, so I guess your pussy is grade F trash. You have no life if you sit around all fucking day just pondering who I am fucking, sucking, kissing, and hugging. Please have a stadium of fucking seats and worry about your multiple baby daddies catching up on their child support.
This is MY vent session on MY blog. Don't like it, don't fucking read it. Bye.
The haters are really showing off and showing out these days. It's bad enough that these haters are blood related, but the fact that they are doing deceitful, conniving crap to make ME miserable because they are miserable is what is really sad. I have reached the point in my life where I no longer have the energy to fight with my hands or with the words that could spew from my mouth. I no longer have the energy to even hate these people. Yes. They are now "people" not family, not relatives, not anything to me. I call them people because they are mere humans. Silence is so very golden because I have learned that not every one deserve the gift of hearing me speak from my heart and soul. So I decided to give them silence. They see I don't need them, I don't have to be around them and regardless I am doing fine.
It is so sad how people will use minor children as a pawn to find out what is going on in my life. Please, as if I am really stupid. I just keep it moving and keep thinking positive because these people are no longer a factor in my life. =)
Thank you for all the birthday love!!! I feel so blessed to see another year and I feel very blessed that I still look exactly the way I look at age of 18. Not many people can say that. But I have good slow aging genes, thank God for that. I have grown over the decade, learning a lot of lessons since I stepped foot into legal adulthood at 18 years of age. I knew then, what I know now..Boy oh boy..Things would be a lot different. Would I change anything? Do I regret anything? Honestly, I must say that I would change some things and make smarter choices. But I don't regret not one thing because it made me the woman I am today. I went from negative to positive, mountain high to river deep, survived severe child abuse, street fights, a car crash but I'm still here. I don't regret any of the decisions I made because it has instilled so much wisdom in me and made me a smarter woman, a more cautious woman.
I do admit to feeling as though I wish I was doing better at 28 than how I'm doing now. But as I look back on all the things I have gone through, all that I have accomplished, survived, and concquered I think I am doing pretty damn good. It doesn't matter what people think of me, it doesn't matter what people say about me. I am a child of the King that sits high in the clouds and I am where He wants me to be. Praise God.
