Month: July 2017

Things not to do on Facebook when I die

Yet another day of not minding my business on Facebook and of course we are back to 0 days without VI nonsense. I have to remember to do a series about that for another time. Entiwho, I have very few close friends so I know I don’t have to tell them this (and I’m not popular enough to have to deal with this fart), but this is just a PSA for folks who reach into the common sense jar and come up empty when it comes to handling death online. Advertisements

Mixed Signals and Madness (short)

It’s been a while since I’ve done the sappy thing, but I’m in my feelings. Dating on my little island in the Virgin Islands is difficult as is, but you know what’s more annoying than the lack of a decent dating scene? Mixed Signals. Mixed signals are annoying as hell and I feel like the majority of the men I come across are just wrought with them. There’s no yes or no with them, it’s always somewhere in between and I hate that.

Open letter to a “pick me.”

Dear Pickmesha Jones, I don’t hope you’re having a blessed today. I hope your bonnet fell off when you were sleeping, and your hair rubbed against some cotton sheets, so your twist out looks like it went through electroshock therapy. If you’re not a fro-popping sister, I hope your wiry strands fall out at each brush stroke. May your edges require the help of baby Jesus, but he doesn’t have time for your shenanigans nor your ashy-peen-itis. You may be wondering why I’m here today. I wonder too as you probably lack the ability to comprehend what this letter is meant to convey. But I’m being childish, and I’ll stop. In short, I’m here to save you from yourself. Sis, your “pick me” ass ways have to stop. This is a cease and desist letter. May you only need one to get it together. “Pick me?” You’re probably wondering what that means. It means that you wake up every day with a thirst for attention from the same misogynist piece of shits who will pass …