2 posts tagged “venting”

I haven't been here in a hot ass minute.  I have got to do better by my blog.  Things have been rolling along in my life ever so nicely, but there are other things that are urkin' me...and no place to get them out like your blog.

• Okay...those people who say that there is no racism in the workplace. lemme tell you something, there is.  And I have a double whammy, i am not only brown, but I am a woman.  A woman who is intelligent and has a handle on the English language.  One who has a  FOUR year degree from a highly regarded state university.  Don't sniff out on me and think because I sit where I sit that ignorance is my thing.  My parents spent an AWFUL amount of money to make me into the person I am today.  Don't try me...cause in all honesty, I ain't your whipping boy.
• So, I let him back in.  I don't usually let men back in after they have gone out.  I just can't, but this one.  OH MAH GAWD.  I let him back in...slowly....on my own terms....on my level.  Jesus wept.  He is so fine, so articulate, so...chocolate....so....yummy.  Okay, I must stop.  But he is back...and he is MINES. LOL
• You know I am always amazed at the people who have to convince others that they are a person of positivity.  In the words of Fire Marshall Bill...LEMMETELLYOUSOMETHING....when you are positive, it comes out of your pores and you don't have to tell anyone to make them believe it. It is just the way life is and functions.
• The mom is officially retired.  LOL It is priceless, but also stressful.  I am firm, when God blesses me with this hubby...I need more than one kid.  Having all the responsiblities falling on one person is a DOG.
• I am a confirmed Facebook addict.  LOL The best thing is I have connected with some REALLY dear friends.  One is my friend from high school and another is someone who i have been friends with for TWENTY years. *sigh*  Everytime we think of the years we gag. LOL  It is so good to be connected again.
• Speaking of friends, I have been doing the washing away the friends right out of my hair again.  You know friendship is an equal partnership like any relationship.  If I feel that I am pulling you to hang, you don't have to worry, I won't bother you.  BUT in return, don't act surprised when I comment on it.  I can't stand that phony B.S. Be real...
• Oh another fact for the day....I can't stand liars and bullshit artist.  (This is the Jack and Coke talking.)
• Speaking of Jack and Coke...today I went to one of our local Irish Pubs and gotta drink.  Well, gotta couple of drinks.  I needed it.  When I left my office at lunch time I was in a tight place.  Tight place where I would cuss yo' ass out.  Yes...in ghetto terms. LOL  The one thing I realized, drinking at lunch time truly a treat, but also a bad thing.  I need a nap and I can't stop laughing like a maniac.  LOL  So...I guess they will now officially think I am a looney toon. Well...I am. *projectile laughter*

Alright, I have vented some and now....I am going to sit here and chill and read the paper or something...since I don't have ONE piece of music with me to work on.  Where in the hayle was my damn head today???

It is pouring here in NYC right at this exact moment.  Boo.hiss.  This week has been quite loverly.  The weather is nice, my allergies are not acting out and I have been working diligently on my music stuff.

With all the good, last night before I went to sleep some thoughts popped into my head.  If you don't mine, they are directed at a couple of folk...but it is stuff i need to get off of my "chest"

1. So, I listen to you daily.  I listen to you bitch and bemoan the fact that you are at this point in your life and you don't have a baby.  Now, you have decided that you want to go the fertility route.  It is all good and I firmly believe you gotta do you...at all times.  But....uhhhruuuh, I just gotta ask you this....if your insurance isn't covering it and you really don't have the 17K to get the procedure done (this ain't counting the money needed to raise a sucka once it gets here.) why are you pushing to go through this?  Granted, i live on a whim and a prayer...more prayer than whim, and God always seems to have my back...but this is a little insane.  Plus, you live with another relative and their child in a 1 bedroom.  How are you going to work that out?  Cause....once you get preggers...movin' ain't really in the equation.
2. You know men like you really irritate me.  Not really make me sick, but you do not hold up to the stereotype of a real man.  Then again maybe you do.  You did the tackiest sheoyt ever.  Why would you send me a meme with an answer hidden b/w the lines that you are "engaged'?  Hmm...tacky boo, extremely tacky.  ESPECIALLY since like a week prior who were trying to get me to fandangle a romp in the hay with you.  *shaking my head*  Men like you make me sick.  Men like you make me disgusted.  Men like you...can sometimes disrupt my thinking and have me feeling like all men are no good...then i grab some common sense back and say..that is bull and there are good, God fearing men out there.  I wish you the best on your soon to be nuptials, but boo bear...back up offa me...oh, and lose my number. I have lost yours.
3. Hmmm...lemme break you offa piece of knowledge...  You my boy and all, but that ain't gonna happen.  You know that thing you been trying to get me to weasel out of my girl?  It ain't gonna happen.  Lemme tell you why...1.  you married *sigh*.  2. wifey is preggers with the newest addition.  3. my girl gotta man now...even though you tried to cock-block.  I mean you know I love you...and your wife....your legal married by our minister wife.  Your wife who would break yo' neck if she knew you were crushin' like this on our girl.  Ain't gonna happen.  Plus, b/w your wife and my girl's man....it would be an ugly scenario.
4. Look...this is all I am going to say...and I shouldn't have to think it out like this, but I gotta.  When someone supports you when you are at your lowest.  When you have lost your job.  When you have to take a medical leave.  When you have done some crazy things and I am still in your corner.  You of all people should have been at my recital.  You shouldn't have heard about it from mutual friends.  You said, "You have nothing to say."  You are right, I don't...that was tired and shady of you.  Your excuse like all the rest of the people who said they were coming and didn't...was lame.
5. Oh...I almost forgot...and don't text me the day after my concert asking me..."how was your show?"  Tired and tacky.  If you wanted to know, you would have been there.  And for clarification...it wasn't a show...for classical singers, it is called a recital.  Show is for pop singers who get up and dance, shake their ass...gyrate around the stage...act like horses asses...that is a show.  I did a recital.  I wore a gown...had a classy atmosphere.  Here is a link for you via wiki.  I had a performance of African American Art Songs and Spirituals.  Music written by composers who look like you and me.  Granted, you probably don't care for classical music, but it was something really great and special.  Something that people of color don't do on the regular.  Something that I thought you might be kind enough to support me in doing.  Don't text me the next day thinking that is an appropriate time.  It isn't.  It is tired and tacky...oops am I repeating myself.
6. Lissen...lemme explain something to you.  You have no RIGHT to say something to me about me getting here.  I am here before my 15 minute grace period is up.  I do my job...tolerate the tomfoolery...listen to you talk about nonsensical things.  DAILY.  You on the other hand, my dear fair...handmaiden (note the sarcasm)...you get here when you feel like it and cut out when you feel like it.  Now...how does that look?  Shady chile...straight up shady.  So, my response to you is...Leave me alone. 
   
7. It is bad enough there are horrible stereotypes about people who live in Harlem and the hood.  You are filling a big one when you put your daughter's pacifier on a GOLD chain..  Jeeze Monetty.  Did you not notice how horrified we all looked when we realized that your baby had a Gold chain and pacifier around her neck?  Just wake up boo...WAKE UP!!