As usual, Delegation, another turd hath hit the oscillating fan.Read up if you haven't already.Go ahead...I'll wait.Now, you're probably thinking the same thing I did. You probably called him trash or were let down by finding out a good guy is a violator. Even if you didn't, Twitter has done it for you. After reading the account from the woman involved on Babe.net, I really had to examine some thoughts on this. I mean, reeeeeeeaaaaally get off Twittah and read her account over and over again. It was when I came to the perspective that this was moreso an awkward encounter than flatfoot rape.I was embarrassed to admit that because in the era of #MeToo (thank you Tawana), one that I'm unfortunately a member of my damn self, it seemed as if I was NOT in support of a woman. I mean, that's deadass tantamount to TREASON in this motherfucker!!!Thing is, I shole the hell ain't on Aziz's side. Aside from giving me the magnanimous Lena Waithe, his existence isn…
So I decided to resurrect this blog. I don't really think it was any legit reason other than me being here and being like "I miss my old blog".
My last post here was over seven months ago. Some major events have gone down in my realm since then.
Have a drink with me, mane.
* I got a damn haircut! It was slick necessary because my fro had run amok. But you KNOW my black ass is ascared of scissors, so this is monumental as hell! Nikki chopped me and replaced the blue with burgundy. JUST LOOK AT THIS!
* I started dabbling in makeup. Tis kind of funny because you could never have told me I would do that shit. I ain't Facegyrl level by far, but I can make myself look nice in public. Been heavily on e.l.f. Cosmetics because it isn't high as giraffe ass and I look good in their items. Mane, just look at this fineassery:
* Clothing...I feel good in it. Due to work, I had to start finding myself some adult clothes, so my maxi dress stash done amplified. However…
I had been festering mightily on how FUCT UP the year of our Lorde 2017 was for me. Like, all damn year, I been catching varying degrees of hell and I just...UGH...was about to wax poetically about how I hated every damn month of this year.
But I chilled.
That's right. I chilled.
Instead of allowing myself to cry, wax, wane and go on about the shitshow that was this whole year, I decided to do myself a much needed favor. I'm about to flip all of this and tell you that each and everything that happened to me has made me a magnanimous mofo who is about to show herself a thing or two.
You can spectate if you wanna.
*Self Love is The Best Love: All this year has been a chain of reminders that nobody is going to give me love like I can. Shiiiid, it's a reason why people flock to train wrecks. Either they want to save the day or watch shit burn. Thing is...how do you know who's coming to do what? There's a risk in awaiting rescue because you may never be saved, or some s…