Uhhhh, you sir are lame as hell!!

I don't know why, but I sometimes run into the weirdest, most moronic guys of all time. When I first moved back to Orlando a few months ago, I ran into a guy I went to high school with. We exchanged numbers, kool.

Back in high school, this dude was a year ahead of me. He was quite popular and the ladies loved him. He has light eyes, so you know the chicks were all over him always.

So after we exchange numbers, he calls and we talk for a little bit. He's all, "yea, I just moved into my own place" and he was so proud. In my head I'm thinking, "you're JUST now living on your own?!" The more we talked, the more I realized how lame he had become. He didn't seem to be going anywhere fast and I have no tolerance for dudes with no goals or ambitions. After talking on the phone a few times, I stopped answering his calls and his texts. You think that stopped him from continuing to call and text? HELL NAW! I can't understand why he didn't get the picture.

I just upgraded from my Sidekick to a Behold and forgot to save my numbers to my SIM card. And guess who calls me last night and I picked up? Yep, you guessed it :).

I pick up and our conversation goes a little something like...this:

LAD= Lame @ss dude

LAD: Hey, how ya been?
me: uhhhh, I'm good.
LAD: Why does it sound like you want to ask 'who is this'?
me: Cause I don't know who this is?
LAD: Aaaah, that's messed up! You erased my number outta your phone?
me: (Thinking, "no, I purposely saved your number before so I could ignore you). Instead I say, "no, I just got a new phone and haven't transferred my numbers"
LAD: Oh, ok. You know, uhhh, when are we gonna go see a movie or you can come to the house and we can rent a movie.
me: uhhhh, I...dont...know (I have a hard time being mean sometimes)
LAD: I can try to borrow my cousin's car to come scoop you.
me: (WTF?!) silence
LAD: We can do that this Sunday...oh, wait...I can't this Sunday, I'm gonna have my kids.
me: You have kids?!
LAD: Oh, I didn't tell you that?
me: uhhhh, no (insert screw face)...well how many do u have?
LAD: Three
me: (thinking, "three?!") oh
(and the youngest is about to be 5 months old, WTFFFFF?)


Then he goes off on this whole tangent about how females say they want a relationship, but they won't date him seriously cause he has a sh*tload of kids and doesn't have a car. Ummm, ya think? What else do you have to offer? Besides your overly fertile seed?

LAD: If we start talking, you'll see that I don't have any baby mama drama or anything like that.
me: WTF?

I don't what I did to give this dude the impression that I would be remotely interested in talking to him, but he's an idiot!

Here's the kicker:

LAD: If you can't come on Sunday, I get off work on Saturday around 10 or 11 and my boss usually takes me home. I could have him stop by to pick you up.

I think I died and went to comedy heaven after that statement. Did this ninja just say he was gonna have his boss come pick me up?! HOW LAME ARE YOU?? His @ss should be embarrassed to even consider saying something like that.

Needless to say, I politely ended the conversation. I told him that under no certain terms would I being going to his house for the first time at booty call hours, my exact words were "It ain't going down"

Can somebody please tell me what the hell is up with these dudes?

I entertained my girls with this story all day, LOL.

My prayer: Lawd, please don't allow me to meet anymore lames....I might have to cross over to the girl on girl side! NOT! lol :)

WE'RE GOING TO THE 'SHIP!!!!!

As you can tell from my Gator head at the top of my page, I am a Gator Alum.

I love being a Gator!

I'm going to be in South Beach to partay!!! AND to cheer on my school, of course :).

Feels good to be in the BCS title game for the second time in 3 years.

If ya ain't a Gator...you're Gator bait!!

GOOOOOOO GATORS!!!

I ain't Haitian!!

I'm on the phone with my sister the other night and somehow we get to talking about my bummy @$$ brother (more on that later), which in turn gets us to talking about my 2 nieces (his daughters).

'Lil History: So Haitian guy meets white woman with FIVE kids from previous man (who's now in jail) and has 2 more little girls.

That's was the short version. I'm blogging from my sidekick, so I'm being lazy.

So anywho, my sister is telling me about my older niece who doesn't like to be called Haitian. She throws a fit and cries whenever someone calls her Haitian. AND yells, "I'm not Haitian!!". Of course I'm thinking WTF?!

Apparently her older siblings, who are also half black, thinks its fun to make fun of her cuz along with her blackness she's Haitian.

To say I was baffled AND angry would be an understatement. I was ready to drive down where my brother lives and give my niece's older siblings a piece of my mind. I don't give a d@mn that they're kids. How do you torment your own sibling like that?

That conversation just took me back to the days when we (me and my Haitian friends) would get picked on simply because we were Haitian. Kindergariiden and 1st grade I used to let people get away with it. But after that I grew some balls and started backing mofos down and daring them to make fun of me.

I see I'm gonna have to go get my nieces for the holiday and teach them how to be proud of their culture. Besides stressing how important eduacation, my mother stressed to us the importance of being proud of who we were. Haitian people are strong, resilient and hard-working people. My niece's siblings should be so lucky to be a part of my culture! Hmph!

I hate ignorant people. I hope they don't turn out to be ignorant people! Maybe I need to cuss my brother's baby mama out for not correcting her kids. Yea, maybe that's what I'll do.

When it hurts so bad...

"I don't know why your heart doesn't do what your mind tells it". Brown Sugar

The truest words ever spoken in a movie.

It really sucks when you really care for someone and the feelings aren't reciprocated. I know that it's my fault, I knew what the situation was and I allowed myself to fall. I don't understand how I let this happen.

I hate that I overanalyze EVERYTHING! It makes it so hard to just move past things and people and get over it. So frustrating...

I don't know how many times I've watched this Madea clip and listened to this Lauryn Hill song tonight.

Alas, I guess I'll have to be sad for awhile. I hate being sad, it's so draining.

I AM SPEECHLESS!!!

Is Barack Hussein Obama really our president?

Wooooow! (Flavor Flav style)

There are no words.

YES WE CAN!!!!

YES WE DID!!!!!!

I VOTED!!!

Well I spent two hours in line waiting to vote and it was BEST two hours of my life!! lol, except for the standing part. I was prepared with my IPOD, my Black Enterprise with Barack on the cover AND my trusty SIDEKICK!! Can't leave home without it.



It was the most magical moment ever receiving my ballot. When I got to my booth, I couldn't help but stare at Barack's name. I was in awe. I am a part of history. I wish my mother could have lived long enough to see this moment...I wish Obama's grandmother could have lived long enough to see him become president. God truly works in mysterious ways.




On to the randomness...



So I was watching the Patriot/Colts game last night (my homie's team lost:/ )...Why doesn't Randy Moss let go of the braids?! Isn't he like 40? At what point should a grown man stop rockin' braids?

I also watched D.L Hughley Breaks the News. I must admit that I was sort of apprehensive about Reverend Al Sharpton appearing as his guest, because we all know he can say some pretty crazy things at times. But I think his segment was my favorite part of the whole show. (Stupid video wouldn't post to my blog, so here's the link)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5D5zPuberAU

I am ashamed that Soulja Boy is part of the Black race and if anyone thinks that's mean....I DON'T CARE! I was on YBF and ran across this story of Soulja Boy's recent interview on BET's Black Carpet:

…Then came Soulja Boy Tell Em. I asked him, “What historical figure do you most hate?” He was stumped. I said, “Others have said Hitler, bin Laden, the slave masters…” He said, “Oh wait! Hold up! Shout out to the slave masters! Without them we’d still be in Africa.”

My jaw, at this point, was on the ground.”We wouldn’t be here,” he continued, having no idea how far in it he’d stepped, “to get this ice and tattoos.”

Why oh WHY is the boy a miniature crackhead?! This is exactly why kids need to stay in school AND actually pay attention. What the hell would possess this boy to say such a thing and actually be serious? We are on the brink of electing a black president and this fool sets the race back a thousand years! UGH, there are truly no words for this atrocity. I often wonder why some folks just don't get it?

I'm the friend that's always screaming about social consciousness, education and the future of our kids. I know my friends get tired of my talking about it, but if I don't raise awareness, who will? I wondered why I didn't go on my rants on this blog, but I guess it's easier to run my mouth than try to write everything out.

Sometimes I feel like I'm speaking to brick walls. When will our people and my generation get it?

I'm watching Warren Sapp on Dancing With the Stars, he's bringing my blood pressure back down LOL. Did I mention that I love, love, love him? Lol, he's such a teddy bear! :)

My prayer: Lawd, please help my people to realize that we're standing on the shoulders of those that fought hard before us.

Putting my wall up once again...

Disclaimer: I wrote this about a week ago when I was actually still fuming, but I'm good now :). Ok, carry on!

Maaaaan, where do I even begin. You know how when you're heart gets broken, your heart literally hurts...physically. I'm at that point in my life, once again.

Although I've had my heart broken in the past, this heartbreak hurts particularly more than the others.
I gave so much of myself, that I literally lost myself. Doing sh!t I wouldn't normally do and looking past sh!t that I wouldn't normally overlook.

At 25, I feel like I should be better able to discern guy's motives...but maybe I'm not.

So I've decided to make the conscious effort to focus on myself and my goals and say eff these ningas.

Despite having my heart broken many times in the past, I always told myself that I wouldn't be a Bitter Betty. I always tried to keep my past issues in previous relationships in the past where they belonged. But what's the point? It just seems like these ningas are out for self anyway, so why shouldn't I be?

I consider myself to be a GREAT catch and damnmit I deserve someone who's going to recognize that. I always get the @ssholes that fcuk up constantly while we're together, but when I let their @ss loose all of a sudden it's "I've never had someone treat me the way you did", or "you treated me like a king when we were together" OR my personal favorite "I feel like you're the one"...OH REALLY?! You didn't realize that when we were together? Cuz once I tell you we're done and I strip you from my memory, fool you don't have a chance in hell at getting back with me.



So everyone knows that Jennifer Hudson is the truth despite the fact that she's engaged to Punk from I Love New York (that fool is sweeter than southern iced tea)....but I digress, d@mn this A.D.D.! So yea, Ms. Hudson has a song titled "Invisible" on her album...I think it's going to be my new anthem.

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And another thing, why do guys think it's OK to invite you to their house as soon as they meet you. How about a meal...in a PUBLIC place ninja!! Females are too lax on their morals these days. Fools think the simple fact that they holla at you is enough to earn them some @$$! Not in my world! We keeps it exclusive over here!!

Some insight on when this foolishness ends would be greatly appreciated. Jeebus have mercy!! Cuz I don't want to have to go to jail.

I'm gonna CUT someone!!

Currently I don't have a car. This was ok when I was in my little college town when everything was literally 15 minutes away. But now that I'm back in Orlando, getting from one place to the next is the most frustrating thing in life. It doesn't help that I can't seem to figure out how to catch the bus. There just seems to be so many of them, I have no idea which connects with what.

So as you know I just started working again. My job is down by Downtown Disney, which is about a good 25 minutes from my house (on a good day). In the morning I have no problem getting to work, I just ride with my stepmom. The afternoon is another story. If my stepmom is only working her 1st job and leaving @ 3pm, then I usually only have to wait an hour @ the most. If she has to go to her second job, then she usually has someone that she works with that's leaving @ 3 drop me off by the house and I walk the rest of the way.

Well today I was going to try to catch the bus home, but my cousin didn't bring my money by the house yesterday like she was supposed to. So I called her, because it was her fault I couldn't get home on my own anyway. This heifa starts telling me how she's been driving all day and how she didn't get a good night's sleep. WTH, bish I didn't ask you all that! I proceeded to tell her, "that's why I asked you to bring my money to the house since Saturday, so I could catch the bus for the week". I don't give a d@mn about your poor night of sleep and you driving everybody else around all day! She tells me she has to go by her house first then she'll come get me, so I'm like koo. This was @ 1pm.

2pm rolls around and I'm thinking "where is this chick?" I call that bish, and lo and behold her phone is turned off! WTFFFF?! At this point I'm fuming because I hate when people say they're going to do something and they don't. If you're word isn't good for sh!t, then you AIN'T sh!t! If someone asks you for a favor and you can't do it, just say so. So after calling that bish for another hour, she finally picks up her phone with the sleepy voice(fake @$$). She proceeds to tell me that when she got home she asked my brother to come get me with her car and he said no and she fell asleep! B!tch what? So your punk @$$ couldn't call to tell me that? I've been waiting for well over 2 hours!! I never understood inconsiderate @$$ people. I could've left with one of my stepmom's co-workers who left @ 1:45. So instead of cussing her b!tch @$$ out, I just hang up. Needless to say, I don't get home until d@mn near 5. UGH!

When I got home I was so mad that I had a pounding headache. And on top of that I was starving! So I took me some extra strength Tylenol, had me a bowl of Raisin Bran Crunch and turned my phone off and went to sleep. Subsequently missing the 1st hour of Dancing with the Stars, UGH (again)!

Tomorrow is a new day.

My prayer: Lawd please don't allow anyone to piss me off tomorrow, cuz I might go to jail!

I's employed now! :)

So its not my dream job (well, nowhere near), but you know what? I'll take it. These past two months have been the most frustrating two months of my life.

My best friend and I were on the phone the other night asking why did we even go to college? Why do I owe the gubment $27,000?! I think I deserve a refund, cuz I was sold a false dream! Lol. Why do I get turned down for jobs that don't even require a degree? WTH is that snit?!

So, for now I'm thanking God for his blessings and provisions and pushing full steam ahead. Its so hard to stay encouraged with this sucky @$$ job market! Alas, there's nothing I can do but place my trust in my capable Maker's hands.

No one's hotter than B!

Do you like how I said "B" as if I know Beyonce?! lol I am SO loving her two new singles right now...especially "Single Ladies". I think it's the video that I like so much, I need to learn those dance moves pronto for my future man! :)