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That’s what sold the CD, fugg whatever Drake was talmbout.

Fugg everyone that creamed themselves cause ‘Ye got a twitter.

Is it really that deep?

I’m going start my half sleeve with lotus flowers.

…is a DJ. (http://fittd101.blogspot.com/)

Yep. He makes mixes. DL it here.

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I was talking with a friend and the subject of Nicki Minaj  came up with this analogy:

She is like a cracker to a staving homeless person in the rap game. Bland and tasteless but because they haven’t eaten in a while it’s assumed that it is the best thing on earth. But, give said person a turkey dinner.. and that cracker aint shit.

Nicki is the cracker, the rap game is the homeless person. Until some other female rappers hit the scene, that game will be will be munching on crackers for a while and never be able to taste that turkey dinner. Shit or ever a ritz for that matter.

You hate reality that much that every aspect of your life you only do cause a celeb did? SMFH.

-praying that nothing serious is wrong with my daddy-

I’m a big enough girl to say that I used to have some serious self image issues. I’ve finally, after 23 years, can say for the most part..I am over them. I focused on every flaw that was on my body… I don’t blame media, my family, random people, or friends. There were lots of different things that influenced the manifestation of my obsessiveness.

Being able to get over it was one of the things that let me be able to cut my hair off.

I used my long hair as something to hide behind. I know, a lot of people prob won’t believe me, because of my personality but sometimes I do have relapses. I’ve never thought I was ugly. I just felt like when people looked at me they were stripping me and judging everything that I was not… the biggest part of this was my skin. Because of chicken pox x some other rare diease x my genetic makeup I have hella sensitve skin. So I have scars. That, I will admit, started it all.  I’m saying all this to say this.

 There’s nothing wrong with having insecurites. Just don’t let them consume and depress you.

Every day when I wake up I make sure to let myself know how beautiful I am. I stand in the mirror and love every scar and flaw. You should do the same. I take more pictures of myself as well. It’s all about good image and great self feeling in 2010.

The rap game went from:

Being Sober is Cool
Drinking 40s is Cool
Smoking Weed and Drinking 40s is Cool
Champagne is Cool
Hard Liquor is Cool
Hard Liquor and Pills is Cool
Hard Liquor, Pills and Cough Syrup is Cool
And now it’s Wine…

A step was lost SOMEWHERE…

..understand how some people can be active members of the internet social scene (FB, Twitter, Blogging..whathaveyou) and are super extra dumb emotional, touchy, and just all around douchey.

Like… It’s the internet. If someone hurt your feelings. Block them. Log off. Or just close your laptop. I mean it’s simple. But flooding my timeline/mini feed/dashboard/email with crybaby heaux shit is not going to change anything.

Get a tissue and man your lil mandibles up. Put some bass in your font and STFU….for all of us.

We got Tyson Chandler and got rid of Dampier..

Hmmm,

-rubs chin-

I had to stay off of tumblr during all the hoopla.

I’m glad it’s over. I hope he finds what he’s looking for in MIA cause JJJEEEEEEZZZUUUSSS I don’t want to hear this shit again.

**Ay Dane, I’ma hug you now cause I KNOW the influx of bandwagon heaux-ass fan is going to piss you off.

-tips hat.

A whole tumblr dedicated to Craig Sager’s suits?!?!!?!!

HE-LAIRR….

All Your Bron Are Belong To Us. No really. I’m ready for all this speculating to be over.

Once upon a time a Bobby married a Whitney…

You know the rest.

It’ll get better.

There is NOT a black women dating or marriage crisis.

There is a perception crisis.

Don’t think there’s no good black dudes…. guess what? There are a bajillion other nationalities to chose from.

Quit.Bitching.Please.

I hate the “woe is me” act. If your such a bawse catch one of a different flavor.

The end.

Signed. A Lady.

You know I:

• - drink beer
• - buy sneakers
• - listen to all genres of music
• - am a Mavs fan
• - talk shit
• - curse
• - look badd in heels
• - can cook
• - love getting and marveling at tattoos/piercings
• - loves a good steak
• - don’t carry a stupid dumb big purse
• - love sex and everything involved
• - loves a good documentary over any reality show

I’ma be a great wife one day.

I need some new shit to listen too.

What you got playing?

I’ve only been up for about 3 hours and those 3 hours have been better than my ENTIRE yesterday. Bout to make me something to eat…

I’m tempted to get rid of this streampad or whatever.

I changed the color today.. and got rid of the autoplay…that shit was annoying me so I know it was annoying ya’ll. And-er… I’m bored.

Me and my friend got some free tix to this comedy show tonight. Hopefully that cheers me up.

Although it was brought about from sadness, grief, stress, feelings of abandonment, and all around not feeling like myself. It was cleansing. I needed it. Sometimes I feel like I’m too big to cry. That I’m weak and I NEVER want people to see that side of me. But regardless if I do it on the Apollo stage or in an empty house on the bathroom floor I still NEEDED  to do it. My body had so much pent up emotion that I needed to let it out. All though the stress is not gone, I kind of feel a little better. No, it wasn’t some movie-style all out boohoo but it was enough tears to give myself the emotional release that apparently I so desperately needed. I don’t look for people to give me the back pats and “everything is going to be ok” line. I do this, because I do; nor am I looking for sympathy. This IS a blog right? and it does belong to me RIGHT? So i’ll put what I want. I have not lost hope or faith, I look at this as whatever blessings is at the end….dammit it’s a good one. So what’s the point Whit, you ask. Cry. Laugh. Hiccup. Joke. Seethe. Cough. Moan. Love. Believe. Smile. Just let the emotion out.