26.7.09

Tinkling 101. For You Nasty WencheS!


NASTY GIRLS UNITE!

Better find each other and stick together on this one because I'm about put your ass ON BLAST!


Literally.

What is up with dirty public restrooms? And why are they called restrooms in the first place? The condition of most "rest"rooms are hardly rest worthy. Maybe they should call it the I'm-on-my-period-but-forgot-how-to-wrap-up-my-pad-room..or smells-like-boo-boo-better-hold-your-nose-room. Or I-HATE-SITTING-ON-PUBLIC-TOILET-SEATS-SO-I-SQUAT-OVER-THEM-AND-PEE-ON-THE-SEATS-INSTEAD-BECAUSE-I-HAVE-NO-SENSE-OF-AIM-room.


I use a public ladies room at least twice a day, since i'm rarely home, and they are disgusting. It's something to text about when I enter a public ladies room and it's clean. I've seen , heard and smelled it all:


pubic hairs on the walls

bloody pads in the toilet

bloody tampons on top of the sanitary napkin dispenser (like wtf you couldn't just put it in there?)

crap smeared on the tile

pee on the floor

barf on the door

women barfing in the restroom trashcan

boo boo - farting (it's a diarrhea thing- when u go number two and fart at the same time: stay home!!)

makeup in the toilet

dirty panties hanging from the ceiling vent

toilets clogged with unmentionables...

AND SO ON.


Seriously. Some women have gotten extemely careless with public etiquette..and i'm tired of it. So I'm gonna do something about it. I'm gonna speak out for the tidy and considerate few left and give ya'll nasty skags some tips. Here goes:


*Look down when you squat over the toilet...this way you can clearly see where the stream coming from between your legs is headed.


*Ever heard of seat covers? Those little things that look like toilet seats but are made out of paper? Yea, these really help because they actually fit on top of the toilet seat to shield it from your urine. Neat, right?


*Conserve doing the number two for home. But in case of emergency, try using the last two stalls on the highest floor of whatever buiilding you are in to take care of that. I mean it usually helps the urinators to refrain from being hella close to your grunting, farting, plopping, shuffling, multi-flushing, boo boo smell, etc.


*For the boo boo smell..ONE squirt of whatever fragrance you have in your purse tends to eliminate the harsh after effects of your dookie trip. One squirt means one..please don't over do it.


*For the barfers. Puke outside preferably with your face over a trashcan.


*The concept of hygiene always applies. When you go into a stall and close the door you are not alone. When you pull your panties down to do your business you basically advertise your hyigene skills to the other ladies. For this matter, let's just say a humble vagina smell is usually preferred. If you have a bold (most common: fishy) smell see a doctor and refrain from tinkling in public.


*No seat covers? Use tissue on the seats. please and thank you.


*If you are bleeding this month and you change your sanitary napkin or tampon wrap it in tissue and deposit it IN the bin conveniently placed beside the toilet for you and CLOSE it. This prevent horrific sights and unbearable smells from invading that stall.


* If the sanitary bin is missing, wrap your pad or tampon in tissue and deposit it in the nearest trashcan.


*Sex is not meant to be enjoyed in a public restroom. That is nasty. But so are you whic h is why some of you are in need of reading this.


*If you tinkled on the seat, don't be afraid to take a piece of tissue and wipe YOUR pee up.


Like seriously the list is exhaustive..and i'm exhausted even thinking of ways to help you nasty women. Please take heed if you are a violator of public cleanliness. Just know the members of the clean team are [] that close to exercising our honesty
...publicly.




23.7.09

Had 2 Write This One Down

I hate my ex. If it hasn't been clear to me... it's Swarovski status right now. smh.

(more to come)...

Can It Be I Stayed Away Too Long?



Pinch me. Kick Me. Slap Me. Or all the above... BUT I'm back! I think lol. Life gets in my waaaaay. But not to mention i'm lazy. So whatever. Enjoy me while i'm here? Yeaaaa.

However, it's not about me today.

This is about two of the greatest musical forces joining to make sweet sweet sounds again...It's kinda old but still newsworthy in MY book lol. The Roots and Erykah Badu did MJ covers for I Wanna Be Where You Are and Billie Jean that are out of this world and I want ya'll to have a listen cuz this is that illness you didn't know you needed in your immune system. No vaccination needed. Trust meh.

I Wanna Be Where You Are(mp3)

Billie Jean(mp3)

20.4.09

I'm Pregnant. And Can't Give Birth.

The sun is out today and I am so happy! I can't lie it really lifts my spirit because I am confined to cold weather all bumboclaat year long. Now for those of you that don't understand let me say this: I am an L.A. girl. ALL THE WAY. Moving to San Francisco has dulled my complexion and put a damper on my zest for life. With the warm weather I reflect, I explore, I feel as though I can do soooo much more when the sun reveals its amber face rather than when the clouds blanket the skyline.

But anyway.

Speaking of reflection. I realized the time has come for me to find new friends. I love my old ones and I will ALWAYS keep them around. But no one shares my interests! I love funk music...like really love the funk and not one person within my periphery shares that interest. I like to party all the time (literally) but i like to try different clubs. I like to read. I sing like i'm in a choir 24/7. I'm a health nut/exercise devotee. I like to watch foreign films. Travel. Walk everywhere...People (we from the hood, in case you were curious lol) around me feel as if all of these activities and many, many, more, believe it or not, are wack. SMH.

The mainstream idea of music, fashion, "fun" etc has all but killed the creativity of most of my immediate peers and it just pisses me the fuck off. I mean here I am pregnant with all of these ideas and things I want to explore and DO explore but I have to do them alone and that sucks. I can't give birth to my ideas individually every time and I would greatly appreciate a new group of fabulous minds to perform a creativity induced C-Section on me.

Somebody please forward this memo.

13.4.09

Poppin My Cher-ray.

It's my first post!
Somebody, Anybody clap for me
Pleeeeeeeeease
See the emphasis on the e's
You don't understand the logicity
And that ain't a word but please feel me
Today
Marks the day
I embark on a journ-ay
Of word play.
To tell you all a stor-ay.
Of a spirit so endowed
so free and black yet mild
Call her: Jimi's Love Chile.
or Child if you prefer it proper style.
:-)

That was indeed spur of the moment, as was the creation of this blog. As of now it's under construction so expect changes. Also, please check back as much as you possibly can because I need readers and you might find you need a little bit of me in your life as well. lol until later.

peace.