All posts tagged: facebook

Supporting Local – pt 2

Guess who’s back, back again, Judgey’s back, tell a friend, and subscribe to the blog because that’s only the right thing to do. Last time, in the Supporting Local series (until I find a clever name for it), we talked about Beast Time Fitness. Today, our focus is Apollo Legion. Apollo Legion made its debut last year and has pretty much taken the territory by storm. Created by jack-of-all-trades Charles Goodings Jr., A.K.A Pollo from right out of St. Croix, the clothing line features swimsuits, bodysuits, polo shirts, shorts, children’s apparel… Advertisements

To Healthy Living!

I’m taking a cycling class!!! The ending of this year, I committed myself to becoming a much healthier person. I needed to change my eating habits ASAP and become more active. Becoming more active also meant giving up some sleep which is probably the hardest part because I love me some sleep. So. it’s not that I’m losing sleep—because that’s counter-productive—but rather I’m working on staying up more. My sleeping schedule is stupid as hell. I’m the kind of person who would wake up at noon and then go to bed at 4 a.m. I’m not a morning person at all. In fact, I’m inclined to believe people who wake up at 5 a.m. are hellions. Baby Jesus ain’t even up yet, why the hell are you? But I guess I have started joining you underworld folks in order to continue on this “best me” shit.

Series: Facebook, Fake Care, and Fake People – Pt 2

Another day of me not minding my business. So it’s a crisp Friday afternoon in September. The 15th to be exact. Hurricane No Way Jose just lashed at us with his tail because he ain’t shit and instead of disappearing he decides to sing despacito on the ocean. He is moving SLOWLY. So you know bad weather creates bad decisions. Like…say…hacking your boyfriend’s facebook page and letting us know that he has hella hoes.

Series: Facebook, Fake Care and Fake People – Pt 1

Now this fool over here a few months back in March. I’m on “Le Book,” after 4 days of being blocked due to “copyright infringement.” Apparently, you’re not supposed to share music videos anymore. But you know what MARK maybe, MAYBE if you had removed the video from the person who actually posted it, I wouldn’t have been able to share it. How Bow Dah. Your security team is a flipping farce. Get it together. Back to what I was saying. So I’m scrolling through Facebook and I pass by a post with at least 14 images of screenshots of what appears to be someone’s infidelity. Yall know me already.

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.


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 …

InstaSnapBook: The war against Snap Chat

Follow my blog with Bloglovin Yall, Mark Zuckerberg has Zero Chill. If it was 96 degrees in the shade and you needed just a bit of chill to keep you from dying, and Mark was the only person around to help you, you’d die of a heat stroke because that man has nothing to give you. Zukerberg is the villain in the comic books that never knows when to quit. He must be stopped but can’t no one stop him. He might as well be the damn Joker at this point cuz he’s out here killing the social media game and always smiling about it too. By now you have to know what I’m talking about. I didn’t even know my Facebook app updated. I accidentally swiped my finger to the left and I swore I opened Snapchat. This man swears he’s the Beyonce of Social Media, just releasing new shit without a warning. Who do you think you are Mark? What’s good Mark? Barely into Tuesday, Facebook released Facebook Stories, basically Snapchat 2.0. The feature …

My Hair History

Now this is a story all about when, I chopped my hair off-got a bald head. I’d like to take a minute just sit right there and I’ll tell you how I became a girl without any hair. Dah Dah-dah dah dahhhh dahhh Dahhhh. Anyways. So this was where my hair journey began. May 10, 2013 this was the length of my hair. That beautiful baby girl is mine. She’s four going on 53 now.   I then chopped my hair shorter earlier 2014 because I wanted to try something different. Short hair seemed like the thing to do.   I decided then that I was done with permed hair. Relaxer. Whatever word yall want to use to be technical. Potato, potahtoe I was done with whatever it was called. Before that however, I had pretty much just grown bored with my hair in general. This was a novel time for me because I was going through relationship changes, school, work, a whole lot of shit so it was just goodbye hair. They say when …