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
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.
At some point we all realized that the Kardashians, Roberta included, are all about attention and this is more than likely a set up, but hell it’s Wednesday, some of us are on vacation, and we ain’t got shit to do so we were tuned into the bullshit. But let me remind yall, that the ONLY victim in this mess is Dream, who is a product of this entertainment nightmare.
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 …
Facebook debates never cease to amaze me. So let me tell you why I’m angry and why the tone of this post is going to be angry and why you’re going to have to deal with it.