People are funny aren't they?
They have all these rules about you, and about what you should do, with you. I have a Facebook account for many different reasons, mainly because I love the connection it allows me to have with my friends and family. I've even reconnected with my bestie from the sandbox, and most of my high school classmates. Also developing an ongoing relationship with family members, some close and others distant. I've never met some of the people on my Facebook, but because of 6-degrees of separation we are all connected. I'm loving Facebook, in spite of the constant bullshit changes (That's that bullshit!)...........Now back to the observation at hand.
I've got hundreds of photos on my Facebook page, mobile uploads, family, special occasions, fashion police, and of course the #1 inspiration in my life, my granddaughter. However, what you must realize is that if you pose for a picture, there is a strong possibility your ass is going up on the wall. Period. My life has been put on display, on Facebook, by my choice. If I pose for a picture, trust and believe, I'm assuming its going to be seen by someone other than the person who took it.
Why!, do you even get your ass in the picture, or is it you'd like to pick and choose what photos are made public? Life is all about moments shared, and making memories, right? Sometimes we look Diva-licious and other times it's just a damn bad hair day. Get over yourself Boo! If you don't want to be seen on my Facebook wall, do not pose for the damn picture. Remember, as a potential model you either have an opportunity to move out of the way, duck under a table, hide behind a pole, or state a disclaimer, and I promise I will not post your picture. I promise.
Showing posts with label Sistahfairy Diva. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sistahfairy Diva. Show all posts
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Sunday, October 16, 2011
"Just because they make it in your size, does not, I REPEAT, does not mean you should buy it! "or " You know your too damn old to be wearing that outfit"
Hello Babies,
If I didn't share this information with you, I would be wrong, wrong, damn wrong! You know every now and then I'll have a "Fashion Po-Po 4G" day and I'll take my BB and snap photos of women and men, that need both a penalty AND a fine for wearing some of the things that they leave the house in. It makes me wonder if they have any friends, because a true friend would not allow you to leave your house looking like the last fucked up fashion disaster. I will not always change the name to protect the innocent, but for the sake of losing a friendship, I'll go light this time.
Her ass was an entire separate "entity" from the rest of her body. No! you can not, should not wear a dress or skirt at a length where a sneeze will reveal the crack of your "assets" for the world to see. I don't believe little girls should dress like hookers, nor should a hooker dress like a little girl (unless it's part of a fetish, and kinky is gonna be extra). Spandex, Lycra and tube tops have a special place in fashion and it ain't on a great Grandmother.........Which leads me to the second half of this rant. If you're 60, how old does that make your mom? Too Got Damn! old to be wearing some fucking animal print spandex pants, 4" feather earrings, and a see through top. I made my bestie vow to me with a blood promise and the threat of not another Mount Teman Root drink (I'll enlighten you on the benefits at a later date) to never ever, ever, ever let me dress like that when I reach the golden age of "don't do that". I'll fill my closet with beautiful long casual, dressy and all occasions in between dresses, tasteful and tactful. Amen. I'm a big beautiful woman,and just 3 weeks shy of fabulous 50 and there's some shit my crazy ass wouldn't even dare wear. Ok, all I'm saying people is take into consideration the feelings of your children and grandchildren when you convince yourself that's it's ok to buy the latest fashion trend.........Because I will catch your behind in public with the 4G, and place your dizzy ass on "The Wall of Shame. Try me!
If I didn't share this information with you, I would be wrong, wrong, damn wrong! You know every now and then I'll have a "Fashion Po-Po 4G" day and I'll take my BB and snap photos of women and men, that need both a penalty AND a fine for wearing some of the things that they leave the house in. It makes me wonder if they have any friends, because a true friend would not allow you to leave your house looking like the last fucked up fashion disaster. I will not always change the name to protect the innocent, but for the sake of losing a friendship, I'll go light this time.
Her ass was an entire separate "entity" from the rest of her body. No! you can not, should not wear a dress or skirt at a length where a sneeze will reveal the crack of your "assets" for the world to see. I don't believe little girls should dress like hookers, nor should a hooker dress like a little girl (unless it's part of a fetish, and kinky is gonna be extra). Spandex, Lycra and tube tops have a special place in fashion and it ain't on a great Grandmother.........Which leads me to the second half of this rant. If you're 60, how old does that make your mom? Too Got Damn! old to be wearing some fucking animal print spandex pants, 4" feather earrings, and a see through top. I made my bestie vow to me with a blood promise and the threat of not another Mount Teman Root drink (I'll enlighten you on the benefits at a later date) to never ever, ever, ever let me dress like that when I reach the golden age of "don't do that". I'll fill my closet with beautiful long casual, dressy and all occasions in between dresses, tasteful and tactful. Amen. I'm a big beautiful woman,and just 3 weeks shy of fabulous 50 and there's some shit my crazy ass wouldn't even dare wear. Ok, all I'm saying people is take into consideration the feelings of your children and grandchildren when you convince yourself that's it's ok to buy the latest fashion trend.........Because I will catch your behind in public with the 4G, and place your dizzy ass on "The Wall of Shame. Try me!
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Confessions of a Crack Diva.........
Why would I confess to all the really fucked up shit that you couldn't possibly imagine that I would have done?
I ain't confessing to nothing!, well at least not to everything.
My Fucked up Confessions as a Crack Diva.
A true Diva never takes a break, nor does she go on a "hiatus" from life.
She doesn't quit, not even during her crack career, she remains "Malcolm X"- By Any/All Means Necessary.
My Militant Confessions as a Crack Diva.
You should believe me when I say some dark things are best left un-said, un-remembered, and un-thought of, they belong right where they are, in the dark.
A confession told only to Jesus, he's already forgiven and forgotten.
My Grace and Mercy Confessions of a Crack Diva.
I didn't fall off of my pedestal, nah...........I kicked that bitch over. I smashed it, I pawned it, I traded it, and then I stole it right back.
How many times have I heard "Omg!, not you", and why not me?
I was vulnerable, lonely, depressed, abused, hurting inside and out, with low self esteem just like you.
My "Don't Judge Me" Confessions of a Crack Diva.
I'm still standing! I've got a family that loves me, a therapist, a psychologist and a Holy Bible. Each morning I awake to "new", and each night I go to bed to "thank you".
It's my season.
It's my season.
It's my season............
My Resurrected Confessions as a Diva.
I ain't confessing to nothing!, well at least not to everything.
My Fucked up Confessions as a Crack Diva.
A true Diva never takes a break, nor does she go on a "hiatus" from life.
She doesn't quit, not even during her crack career, she remains "Malcolm X"- By Any/All Means Necessary.
My Militant Confessions as a Crack Diva.
You should believe me when I say some dark things are best left un-said, un-remembered, and un-thought of, they belong right where they are, in the dark.
A confession told only to Jesus, he's already forgiven and forgotten.
My Grace and Mercy Confessions of a Crack Diva.
I didn't fall off of my pedestal, nah...........I kicked that bitch over. I smashed it, I pawned it, I traded it, and then I stole it right back.
How many times have I heard "Omg!, not you", and why not me?
I was vulnerable, lonely, depressed, abused, hurting inside and out, with low self esteem just like you.
My "Don't Judge Me" Confessions of a Crack Diva.
I'm still standing! I've got a family that loves me, a therapist, a psychologist and a Holy Bible. Each morning I awake to "new", and each night I go to bed to "thank you".
It's my season.
It's my season.
It's my season............
My Resurrected Confessions as a Diva.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
The 3 Stages of Bullsh*t.
There are 3 distinct stages to bullshit, they hardly ever change, nor do they vary.
#1- You see it coming, and there's nothing you can do to stop it. Bullsh*t has landed in your lap. You do your very best to shake it, eliminate it, or even give it to someone else. This is sometimes hard to do, especially when you're the asshole who initiated this bullsh*t from the start.
#2- "Smack dab in the middle," knee deep, hell!, waist deep. You are in over your fucking head, it's all the same, you got major problems! "This-that bullshit!" is raging through your brain, and you can't possibly see a way out.
#3- You've either come out of your bullsh*t, or you're on the tail end of some bullshit. It very well may have been a situation that you initiated, but you're feeling light, and you start to think "Whew, damn I'm glad that shit is finally over". Right?
and then................that vicious bullsh*t cycle starts all over again. Bullsh*t is neither good or "not so good", it's just a part of life. Right?
#1- You see it coming, and there's nothing you can do to stop it. Bullsh*t has landed in your lap. You do your very best to shake it, eliminate it, or even give it to someone else. This is sometimes hard to do, especially when you're the asshole who initiated this bullsh*t from the start.
#2- "Smack dab in the middle," knee deep, hell!, waist deep. You are in over your fucking head, it's all the same, you got major problems! "This-that bullshit!" is raging through your brain, and you can't possibly see a way out.
#3- You've either come out of your bullsh*t, or you're on the tail end of some bullshit. It very well may have been a situation that you initiated, but you're feeling light, and you start to think "Whew, damn I'm glad that shit is finally over". Right?
and then................that vicious bullsh*t cycle starts all over again. Bullsh*t is neither good or "not so good", it's just a part of life. Right?
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