I don't like...

...trickery...fuckery...and all types of tom foolery...

...being at work with nothing to do but pretending that I'm busy (as I try to make blogging look official)...

...riding the bus when a handicap person gets on with a wheelchair...takes bout 20 minutes to lower the ramp, put the seats up, and strap they ass in...THEN they have to fumble for change!...

...hood preachers coming on public transportation and preaching about crazy stuff...I mean I know you're talking about God, but dhhaaaggg... I only appear to be listening because I'm trapped in this train car with you until I get out at penn station...

...rain....it's a black girl kryptonite...

...pumping my own damn gas... (wish I lived back in NJ)

...girls who are maaad ugly but have the cockiness of a 5-star chick...

...ppl who hate on my snookums Nicki Minaj... yeah I said it!!...

...broke lookin chicks/guys posting pictures on their facebook that make them look cute... hop of the camera tricks son son!...you can't bag in real life dude...

...movie theaters that took away the student discount or limited it to certain days... can a chick live?? damn!...

...paying for stuff....

...apple bottom jeans, dereon jeans... or any other kind of jeans made for the "black woman" shape... I ain't got no assssss!!! so they aint for me!!!...

...people hittin me up with absolutely NOTHING to say... (wasting my unlimited messages n stuff!)...

...ex-boyfriends, ex-hookups, ex-friends, ex-whatevas...hittin me up with the re-holla like we parted ways on good terms....naaahhhh duuuude...

...girls with no damn hair tryna get a slick back ponytail/bun...

...paying back student loans...

...people with stank breath all up in my face...

...grown ass folk with tiny-baby-tooth-lookin teeth...

...people from the burbs tryna ack gully.. (if you don't know what gully means, then step ya ish up)...getcho Carlton-Banks-It's-Not-Unusual!-polo-sweater-wearin-boat-shoes-rockin-assssss...

...parents trying to use slang...or still using slang that I taught them when I was in the 8th grade...

...getting the hiccups...like wtf?...how am I supposed to be hood w the hiccups?...

...running for the bus... I might do a lil hood jog, but I'll most likely end up taking the "L" and waiting for the next one...I ain't beat...

...people jockin me....where's your originality son son?...

...busted weave/wigs/however you'd like for me to refer to that racoon on your head...

...frenemies...

..."I feel fat" and "woe is me" days...

The Club: the Natural Habitat for Niggas

Katrina: T-pain
April: Right
Katrina: Lil wayne ... Suge knight
April: Lmao
Katrina: In the club felt like I was on a episode of Maury celeb look-a-like. And you know I turn from that shit
April: Lol Me too Hahahahaha
Katrina: Lmao I can't do it anymore....and the constant moving. If you aint get hollered at on one side wat makes you think niggas gonna notice you on this side. Soooo it requires a blog
April: Lmaooo write it and I'll piggyback off that shit Katrina: Lol Aight my nig we just gonna make it a series.... Y the club is not for young black professionals
April: I like that
Katrina: Felt like the croc man in a safari lookin at wild animals in their natural habitat. You know his ass is dead right. I aint trying b like him
April: LMFAOOOOOO I hate you. Ur life would be in vain if you got killed by a nigga. Just like he aint have no business swimming with sting rays, we have no business being social with niggas. We puttin our lives in jeopardy. Yo chicks were on stage pulling their dresses and shirts up. Niggas was smackin their asses ... Niggas AND girls. Put they head in their crotch. Chicks were pulling down their leggings and showing their thongs. Niggas was 2 seconds from pulling out they peens. It was just too much for me. Katrina: I know......blog my nigga and upload the croc man's face....as tribute
April: And this wasn't an 18 and up spot. This is 21 and over
Katrina: We will not make the same mistakes
April; They scanning ids type of spot
Katrina: Girls had on tu-tus
April: Right!!!
Katrina: And she was 300 pounds. Tru story
April: Was it the same girl?? Mine looked like precious. It was a circus. I did not enjoy myself. I sat down. I was too mature for that foolishness. And I enjoy a nigga spot every now and then. But that shit was sodom and gommora. Hood chicks smoking weed in the bathroom. I'm getting groped by passerbys.
Katrina: Lmao....mine was precious. Dead* at sodomn and gomora. Yooooo.......y everytime I thought somebody was cute.....he had gold teeth. Y a chick had on panties in the club
April: Yessss Straight panties iCANT yo. I'm doing lounges man
Katrina: Y!!!!!!!!!! And the dj proposed a tittie showing comp and hoes was whispering 2 they friends.....we should go up April: Noooo. That's how it was at Fuzion in philly, except no one had to propose. Birds were doing it on their own free will. I'm like you not making no $ off this boo. No one tippin u for u showin off ur bullet wounds underneath ur dress Katrina: Lmao!!!!!!!!!!!! It was 2 much.....lounges 4 now on. I can't do the club
April: I got another topic. Niggas that ruin a good thing
Katrina: Oh my goodness. Debbie downer ass niggas. I can't hold my liquor ass niggas....2 the point we all have 2 go home. I always like 2 fight ass niggas. Or my fave.....niggas who r forgetful and leave crucial things home....like I.d or money....or bring things not needed like their boos
April: Riiight. I never have $ to go out but I always wanna go somewhere niggas. I don't have gas $ but I need a ride niggas. Always got something to say niggas. Yet when he get on phone don't got nothing to say niggas.
Katrina: Aint shit man. Omg!!!!!!! Tell me about it. The text message has killed conversation. Niggas really cannot hold a conversation these days.

To be continued...

Just a quick note about staying competitive

Sooo as I sit here waiting for my class to start at 6:30 I'm pissed the hell off!! My parents (or the Federal government) paid maaad guap for me to go to college to be more 'competitive' for finding jobs.... now..I have a job.. a good one.. and now in order to stay competitive I must attend graduate school. They pay for it...but right now I don't give a good COT DAMN!! I just want to live life for a minute. Who the hell wants to work all day then drag their tired black ass to school for another three hours, then spend the week feeling guilty about procrastinating like hell with bs homework assignments? not me...not me... why can't i just chill, go to the mall, visit folk/galavant n shit? damnnnn 28s!!

right about now...I just feel like eff staying competitive I'm just tryna play a game of spades or somethin... get me some chicken and veg out for real... lmao I sound rediculous..but I speaks the truth!