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You can’t spell Hypocrite without Azealia Banks

I have a question. Why haven’t we canceled Azealia Banks yet?

We have canceled many other celebrities for less and even questioned their mental stability but Bank’s flip-flopping ass seems to be allowed time and time again to be the face of the word “toxic” and “hypocrisy,” yet we just let her slide on through until her next episode.


KTWK episode 3: Complex Marching Band Practice

St. Croix Education Complex students at practice, while Empire Star Tobias Truvillion and Model Janeisha John looked on. during their performance. Yes, a less chatty vlog this time around. It’s all about the music today! IG/Twitter:LocalLadyMedia Website: (I have not updated this in a while lol) facebook: Read my novel and leave feedback! Also, subscribe to my channel!  

killin time with kida ep. 1

I cannot sing but I STAY singing in the car; Whole concert and thing. Panic! At the Disco “I write sins not tragedies” has a special place in my heart forever. So I did a whole vlog on my trip to Queen Louise Home for Children and some random car thoughts. And again Chapter 19 of my Web Novel “A feral Affair” is out. Do your girl a favor and read, share, comment. Much thanks!! Website:LocalLadyMedia.Com Twitter: Local Lady Media IG: LocalLadyMedia Facebook: Location: St. Croix, Virgin Islands Follow my blog with Bloglovin

A Feral Affair

Feral Affair Chapter 19

The discussion on their shifter poison ended with just the name. Melanie didn’t explain what was in it nor how it affected shifters. All she knew was that she wanted no parts of it. She did learn, however, that it wasn’t just in the bullets. Explosives, knives, hell even the damn batons were made of it. “If majority of the Felids in the Valley are dead, why are you guys still in full war mode?” She asked, having watched them for hours going back and forth with loading and unloading things capable of killing her. “Because we are in war mode,” Melanie answered without taking her eyes off the paper in front of her. She was on the couch checking things off a list. “You think everything will really go back to normal after all of this? And you certainly can’t think just killing Kaleb with that godawful, poorly written, novella excuse, was going to sit well with people?” Course not. And speaking of which. “Do we have to ki–” Melanie slammed the paper on …

A Feral Affair

Feral Affair Chapter 18

“Again. If you had done your job, then you wouldn’t be stressed out like this.” Abdul was getting tired of watching Jamoy pace around the basement. While he was being honest, he was also very tired of hiding in the damp and decrepit hole as well. Unlike the Felids that were being picked off at random, he and Jamoy were actually being targeted. He wasn’t entirely surprised, but, again, he was tired. Not to mention, hiding out was boring. “How many times has our Job description changed since we arrived here? First, we had to find the ‘threat’,” Jamoy put the word in air quotes as he complained, “Whatever the fuck that was supposed to mean, then it turned into killing the hunters. Now it’s killing Marissa and her plaything. Why exactly were we really sent here?” Abdul merely shrugged his shoulders from his seat, uninterested as he fiddled with a piece of lint he pulled from his shirt. “Look, eventually, they’re going to send someone else out here to finish this, and us, if we …

The cliched self-criticism spiel

I am my biggest critic. If you peeped the heading of this blog then you should have seen that coming. Getting straight to the point, one of the reasons why I held off on my story–along with writer’s block–was that I felt it just wasn’t good enough. I honestly was content with being the only person reading it. I didn’t think anyone gave a damn about it. Even if people gave a damn I didn’t think I would generate a following large enough that would be worth continuing for. Frankly, I began to feel like I was wasting my time. While I’m being real, I thought this about the entire blog period. I especially did not expect any local support. As far as I saw, that support was reserved for musicians and self-proclaimed models.  I never saw support for writers. Being bitter, I figured that it surely must have meant that people do not read. Then I later realized it was a lack of interest. It wasn’t that people didn’t read, they just weren’t interested …

Where’s my food: Tale from Pregnancy

I have a tale to tell. Please do take a seat. This takes place Aug. 07, 2012 in Austell, Georgia. I had this strange craving for chocolate ice cream and tried to get my sister to take me anywhere to get it. Needless to say, she forgot about my pain. However, being the cunning little fox that I am, when she was leaving to take my brothers to some party I decided to tag along for “The Drive.” My nefarious plan, of course, was to get her to stop so I could get my ice cream. My other brother wanted something as well, but he’s not important right now. So, we’re on the road, got rid of the extra testosterone in the car, and Yay! We’re going to get my Ice cream. But not just any ice cream, we decide to go to Wendy’s to get a Frosty instead. Close enough. I get hungry and order food as well, our total was $11.62. Now here is where I get…Confused. After we paid for the food, …

Feral Affair Chapter 2

It was halfway through the afternoon when Marissa and her sister, Melanie Coldwell, woke up. Both women had a rough day yesterday. Needing a listening ear, Marissa took a trip to Melanie’s place. Although Melanie was reluctant to talk about her day, Marissa wasted no time venting. She remembered all too clearly how her encounter with Jamoy went. When she finished her tale, Melanie’s face was practically glowing.