Month: May 2017

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Practicing Proper Facebook Etiquette (For -some- men)

I’M TIRED. Ever so often I get an influx of friend requests that have me questioning my online activity because “Whose mans is these?” (written like that on purpose). It’s not really the requests that bother me, it’s just the type of people that come attached to it. I hardly ever get a friend request that doesn’t also come with unsolicited messages. Can’t you just add me quietly? The dust doesn’t even settle on the acceptance before I get that “Hi,” or “Thanks for the add” message. Jesus be a block button, why are you here? Why are you thanking me? And I know it isn’t just to be nice because I’m almost 100 percent certain you don’t also add guys and go in their inbox. Yall are the street salesmen of Facebook. Yall are the religious cults of Facebook. Knocking on my inbox going “Hi, do you have a moment for my bullshit? Can I talk to you about my good lord and saviour Fuhkboyahseh?” Which is why I’m writing this today to teach …

Just bout sick and tired of “Queen” and “Empress”

I’ma try to make this as short as possible. I don’t know about white women, but I know for black women at least about 500 times in your lifetime you’ve been called a “queen” or an “empress” by some dude with a fake name along the lines of Ricki-ticki-tavi King Solomon II who’s in touch with his Ancient Nubian roots, when his name is really Gerarhd Lincoln from the upstairs floor of some project in your neighborhood and the closest he’s been to Africa or his roots is the neighborhood rasta man who won’t even let him use google for fact checking because “the white man.” Now, while there is nothing wrong with being in touch with your roots, or the neighborhood rasta man, there’s a lot of toxicity in the thinking of people like Ricki Ticki. See, for them, you’re an empress and queen right up until you show them that you’re not some submissive, yes woman that will call him king even when he’s doing absolutely nothing deserving of that term except make …

Kori’s Got a Condo!

The furbaby is well on his way to being spoiled. Kori is officially 2 months old today as his birthday is March 10. So, I decided to get him a little gift! Okay, truth be told I really just wanted him to get off my hamper and find something else to sink his claws into, so I bought him a cat condo! For just $35.99 you too can give your cat something else to destroy and save your furniture–rules and restrictions may apply. Offer valid until your cat decides to do what it wants. For the sake of it and to add some new content to my Youtube Channel I uploaded a new video of me unpacking and building this contraption. Kori helped too! Sorta. Kinda. Not really. Entiwho! I’m a bit appalled at my appearance but it was about 9 p.m. when I recorded this. I was bed ready. Your girl was not cute. My stomach is fat. Hell my arms are fat too. It’s all that damn smart popcorn and other bad eating …

It’s Kori! New pet alert

YALL I ADOPTED A KITTEN. I have loved cats forever. I was convinced that in a past life I was a tiger (my favorite animal). I got it tattooed on me and everything–which I need to finish but your girl has to spend her coins responsibly for the moment. Entiwho, I kept saying that one of the things I HAD to do, was get me a furbaby. If housing in the Virgin Islands weren’t so anti-pet, I would have gotten me a puppy too. But, since cats are allowed I jumped at the chance to get me one. Let me tell you how this happened though. I told myself I would just go to the St. Croix Animal Welfare Center on Wednesday (April 26) and browse first. I really didn’t need to get a kitten ASAP, so I was just going to take a look at my options. Man, I walked into that bad boy and I was assaulted with cuteness. I wanted them all. GIVE ME ALL DEM BABIES. They were so precious. Hell, …