Because I said so

Why is there a peach milkshake at Sonics (sounds yucky) and there are always Peach flavored sodas on all the end caps in Kroger, like the drink of the week. Just because we are in Georgia does not mean everything can be in peach. I'm Black and I love to see a smokin hot White man but why do I turn my nose when I see Bi-racial couples? How can people rip their paycheck to pieces when all they have to do is follow along the preferated edges? Why can women buy a whole club outfit for $40.00 and men can only purchase a shirt for $40.00? Why do people always want you to take them somewhere but never offer to give you five on the gas?

I don't like him --- It's not your place to like him He makes my skin crawl --- You don't even know him My opinion doesn't even matter --- So why waste your breath But I think it should matter --- But you know it doesn't He's going to ruin her life --- It's HER life not yours Poor girl --- Poor you

It is so clear to me what it takes to snag any man... Time. All you have to do is stall them out and let them show their real colors, let the dogs dismiss themselves. Or stall them out to make the real men fall in love with you. Real women wait! Because love takes time. There is nothing to rush. Think about it... how many people fall in love and marry the person that they had a spring fling or one night stand with? When you give up the goods before the goods are due, you just signed your papers to a bad case of the blues. Especially if you called yourself liking them. It's funny because when you like someone, you want to please them and give them whatever they want. You want to smother them and show them how much you like them. All this to the point of no return. You didn't even give them a chance to know and like you before you've ran them away. To put the cherry on top, you gave them the goods so they can come back when they need you but when they are gone, they are gone!...

So there was an "almost attack" of the Big Dog Gang last night. They must have just migrated to our area recently because I had never heard of them till this weekend and had never seen them until last night. My roommates' dad said they surrounded him as he was getting out of the car the night before last and that one was so close it could have bit him. Sure I laughed when I heard the story... Who wouldn't? Two nights later as I am coming back from a late night dinner date. I pull into my driveway blasting music as usual. The only reason I turned my music down before I pulled into the driveway was because my roommate just had a baby and her room is right above the garage. I never park in the garage though so I reverse into the driveway and quickly hit the power button on the radio in an attempt to stay still because three big ass dogs just surrounded my car. OMG! They lookin at me I'm lookin at them... Then I look away as I remember you're not supposed to look ...

I have three serious questions. Why do people always try to hook you up with their brother who don't got no teeth or their sister who got six kids and seven baby daddies? Why do people sweat you for your number but don't offer to give you theirs? Then text you "hey, what's up' as if we've been friends for years and I have your number stored. Why do people always volunteer applicants to you as if you own your own business and said you were looking for bullshit applicants. "Aye my cousin B-Moe need a job but he has a felony from '04." Please, help me find the answers. I need feedback. These are my brain busters for the day.

Watching the Amerie video "More than Love" ft. Fabolous made me realize how ridiculously easy and cheesy women are. I recommend watching the video before you continue, or you could read this spoiler then humor yourself by watching the video too see if it happens just as you envisioned it. In the video Amerie and boyfriend Fabolous are spending quality time together, which it seems they rarely get a chance to do. Then Fab picks up his phone and starts an email, then leaves the apartment and peeps around the porch so she won't see him typing on is phone as he is leaving the apartment. Amerie hires a photographer to follow Fab to see what he's up to because their relationship didn't use to be like it is now, he comes back with photos of Fab talking to some woman. Fab comes to talk to Amerie, she tells him to leave, he says fine if thats how you want it but "this is me and trust me, I don't even trust me." He leaves, she gets more photos of him with the...

Never change who you are for someone else. Because once you change, you lose some of the real you. The real reason why that person liked you in the first place. They just didn't know until you changed it but now its too late. They don't want you anymore. So now they playing the role. Got you way on the back burner so that you can voluntarily erase yourself from the equation. Then they hit you with the "I thought we were cool," "I thought we were together" bid to make you feel bad for breaking up with them. So you retract the statment and try to work it out, thinking you over-reacted but you're confused because they still playing you to the left but yelling that "couple shit." You start acting a fool demading attention then they pop up and break up with yo' dumb ass. Now " you looking like a fool witcha pants on the ground" cause you had the power... now you don't.

There is no other way I can be true to you than be true to myself first I owe you no more than I owe my first born the chance of life, the chance to make a difference, the chance to make a change you should be put in no order you should held to no high regards because of your self proclaimed title you are just as bare as you began now prove yourself worthy

Remember when your grandmother used to say she dreamt of fishes? Everyone would be looking around, eyebrows raised, waiting for a confession of pregnancy. Too bad I don't have any grandparents because if I did their bedrooms would be full time aquariums due to the abundance of fat girls surrounding me. And by fat girls I mean pregnant girls/women. I hate when people tell me that I am next just because all of my friends are knocked up. How rude of you to curse me like such? Don't you know that I have been latex tight since I heard word of my roomates' pregnancy. I mean I love my roommate but to each is definitely its own. I have an eight month old sister who I babysit weekly. I be sad, yet so relieved when she long gone... with her talking ass. Is it so wrong for me to want to be happily married before I reproduce? Why am I now the odd ball of the bunch because I am without child? When guys see me with my girls now, they are going to ask what's wrong with my uterus... p...

The most honest relationship is when you can leave your phone out around her. You KNOW she's gonna look through it, so you're comfortable with yourself to face whatever it is that she finds. I've been in many relationships and I've been through many a' phones. My last relationship went a little differently. He is major player, to me, but to everyone else he is this loving caring great friend of a guy so I never really had to urge to look in his phone but the one time I did, I didn't find anything out of the ordinary. He had no pictures of girls, no i love you texts, his phone wasn't even locked. It made me mad that I didn't find anything, why couldn't he be guilty, ugh. Its a great feeling when we find something isn't it ladies? It justifies the reason we looked in the first place, so if we did get caught, we could easily flip the script. Check me: "What are you doing? Going through my phone? No what are YOU doing with a naked picture of a g...

A shoplifter, while standing in handcuffs next to a police officer, told my manager not to curse around her child, who was sitting in a shopping cart full of stolen merchandise. Who are you to talk? I mean I commend her for trying to keep a good environment around her child but youuwhoo... You are two seconds from going to jail for stealing five bags of items and falsifying information to the police. Young mothers, when approached with the alternative of abortion usually get riled up. "I don't believe in abortion, that's against the Bible." Oh and having unprotected premarital sex is parallel to the Bible? Who are you to talk about what's good and bad anymore, your good bad meter has been denied. I work with a whole bunch of young people so I often go on the front end (where the cashiers are) to make it a lively yet pleasant environment. I'm sure you know how it is with a group of young people who grow up to fast with a sprinkle of old people with the brain of...

Why do women always try to keep each other down? We need powerful women in the workplace, especially powerful Black women. So why can't we get past our ignorance and hated to see the greater good? Why do we keep women in power down, only to turn and complain to corporate about there not being enough people that look like us in management. We had a meeting at my job Sunday. I did not attend. So in my absence there were many side remarks about me playing manager, as they call it. When I first heard this, it didn't bother me because to the naive eye that's what it may seem to be, but when I heard the gossip from multiple people it started to upset me because why would you hate on someone trying to better themselves? I am in a position of authority at my job and just because I have been there one year and is already more important than you, who has been there for seven years standing on a worn down floor mat, angrily pounding on a cash register. It just ruins me how we can'...

what is expected what wont you tolerate every woman has a standard he has to be so tall, has to look like someone, should look like something what about the things that he does can he be a smoker even though you dont smoke wont kissing him taste like you have been kissing ashtrays will you tolerate it you will if you love him if you like him a lot if you like him a little who can do what to change how you feel how strongly did you feel about it in the first place did you make these rules just to break them why am I so difficult why cant I just find someone perfect perfect for me whatever that is what is perfect for you and how many imperfections will you tolerate today

Against Policy: Why people sleep with their boss In lieu of the David Letterman extortion case it has came to my attention that some things never change: Young women sleep with older men. But what I never could understand until I worked in the wonderful world of retail is how young women sleep with older men... in the workplace. And if that isn't bad enough, those older men are their superiors. It is a plus if this man has power, if this man has money, if this man has anything that you don't have. The only thing that may be common is ambition. Being with an older man can give power. It makes you feel wanted. It makes you feel like he is taking a risk for you. Off the top, 90% of people would say the younger, low on the totem pole, female wants to move up, she wants power and she wants it the sleazy, i mean easy way. 10% would want to argue that the woman just fell in love with the wrong person, they would probably say you can't help who you love and the more you work with ...

It has come to my attention that people think movie dates are good introduction dates... surprise, they are not! You can't see your date (it's dark), you can't talk to your date (it's quiet) and if you do any of the following things you probably won't see another movie with them. This is step by step guide on how to have a successful movie date. Action! - Do not pick the movie. Do not let me pick the movie. Lets make a random selection or mutually agree because 70% of the time I'm going to want to see a sappy love story and you're gonna wanna see a bloody action movie so lets just go with a comedy. - Don't try to cheat the system while I am in attendance. Buying one adult ticket and one child thinking you're so smart and so slick when you're only so cheap and so busted because I won't corroborate when them people's stop us at the desk. - Always offer something from the concession stand even if you just came from or will be going...

I must write. Write as I never did before. I must learn so I can teach those around me, those closest to me, those I love. I must read, read so I can be knowledgable, smart not smart mouthed, wise not a wise ass. I must share my experiences with those younger than me as my older cousins have shared their wisdom with me. I must keep a journal of my adventures so my children's children can see that I was once grand I was once "on", I was there and they will be grander and "on-er" than ever dreamed because they are descendents of me. And what a marvelous me I am.

As a reporter, I have conquered the skill of listening. It is my recall that needs work. I am really into music. I sing aloud when I am afraid. I want to learn the piano. But it is during silence that the most interesting sounds really come to life. I almost had a full day of silence today. Granted it's only 3pm but I showered in silence, when I am usually accompanied by music. I drove 50 miles in complete silence. Only the conversations in my head and the rolling of the tires graced my ears. An occasional horn and of course a guest appearance from the tapping of my blackberry keypad were added to the otherwise peaceful and quiet drive. On the way home I stopped at a thrift store to purchase some books that someone decided were no longer of any use to them. Books that can now be of new use to me. Books that I can read in my new found appreciation for silence. All I want to hear are the syllables bouncing from the right side of my brain to the left. The pages thinning as I turn the ...

So I just broke up with my ex boyfriend... (don't ask questions just groove with me) because he said I was disrespectful. So I run to my untraditional boyfriend to get a clearer understanding then he agrees that I am disrespectful at times. I never knew I could be such a thing. I'm a grown woman! Who can I disrespect but old women? The very next day I'm slick talking (as usual) and my untraditional boyfriend gets really upset at me and I am totally floored. Wowee maybe I am just as terrible as boyfriend #1 was saying. Actually all of my boyfriends say I'm terrible. One guy actually called me the devil. I was in high school then... maybe I have gotten worse? I will never find a man on this route. How can I fix myself? Times like this make me think of my mother for some reason. I hated her husband, my sister closest in age did too. We knew he wasn't good for her. She stayed with him for as long as she could. They are divorced now. They would have been sooner if she wo...

I've came to the conclusion that this is as good as it gets. I know lots of women who are waiting on this picture perfect man who will sweep them off of their feet and do everything they have ever dreamed a man to do. I unfortunetly am far from that type of woman. I have really lived an interesting life for a 20 something... but I know I still have a lot to see. I have plenty of places to travel to, a few more foods to eat and whole lotta people to meet. But what I believe will stay the same, are my men. I have this strong feeling that I will definitely marry or spend a significant amount of my adult life with someone I have already met. I don't know too many women that feel this way, from my knowledge they are all searching for that perfect man. But I have faced reality and I see that the time that I have put into building all of my exe's into "my perfect man" will pay off because they have had time to think and mold themselves into the men they need to be to get...

I would like to release my first album entitled "The Soundtrack of my Life." This is Volume A, Track 1, Enjoy. "I'm sending him a four page letter and i enclosed it with a kiss" The most important verse is that written by a woman in love. Length equates to passion on paper. The variation of the calligraphy, perfect print at first to be precise, turns into cursive to be convincing... flirtatious, finally capitals, emphasis, let's be clear. "I was too shy so I decided to write" I would write to all of my boys. ALL of them. As big as my mouth was, I found out that I could never talk as good as I could write. I would think of them as characters, my feelings the theme song and my words the script to which played to a "tee". I could persuade them to do whatever I asked because to me I was being mushy, writing love poems, to them I was sending lyrics, rapping, simply because I was rhyming. "And when I write him he better get it on time...