Twitter/FB Is The Devil...

Can someone please take immature ass people's internet privileges away? Please? Here lately I've been struggling with this. I've tried not to say anything about it but good LORD when will it end? Ok so it's not supposed to bother me but dammit it does. I understand all too well the need to vent but I also understand how disrespectful it is to air your laundry (be it dirty or clean) on a worldwide medium for all to see. What do you get out of telling everyone how much you hate your ex? Or telling the world how much more your new boo does that your ex couldn't or wouldn't do? Doesn't that make YOU look the ass in the situation? Better yet, why do you have the courage to say all the things your (wo)man wont (or didn't) do all over the internet but you never bothered to discuss (candidly) those same things WITH him or her?

Ionno, I guess I'm just different because I'm not about to be sending subliminal messages through tweets and facebook status' hoping that if I type real hard with my eyes closed while humming a hymn the person it's really meant for will see it and process it.

Another thing that gets on my friggin nerves is... people who jump on the bandwagon with that BS by retweeting it or "liking" the status on FB. I mean really? Do you really support that crap? It makes me wonder what kinds of friends these people have. I thank GOD for my friends because they will call ME on my crap in a new york minute and not think twice about it. At the same time those people when they see me wronged wont stand by and let it happen either. I love ya'll and you know exactly who you are.

Now some may say... well isn't this blog entry rather passive aggressive? To them I say... yup, it is BUT the difference between THIS passive aggressive post and THOSE passive aggressive posts is I fully intend to send a link of this post to the person who needs to see it. *pow*

Have a wonderful and eventful day!

ThinMint

Luke 6:37

^37-38"Don't pick on people, jump on their failures, criticize their faults— unless, of course, you want the same treatment. Don't condemn those who are down; that hardness can boomerang. Be easy on people; you'll find life a lot easier. Give away your life; you'll find life given back, but not merely given back—given back with bonus and blessing. Giving, not getting, is the way. Generosity begets generosity.

You Inspire Me...

I haven't blogged in months... and truth be told I don't have shit to really talk about NOW. There are so many new things that have happened since the last time I blogged (including me moving to Virginia). The move has been smooth and rough all at the same time but all in all I'm really glad I did it. It feels great to be "self" for the first time in my adult life. I've always been defined or associated with someone else or by a "title" I held... but now? Now I'm free to pursue the things and or people that make me happy.

I've also decided that it's about time I get over my fear of deer... b/c if I don't I'll stroke out before long. There are more deer in Virginia than there are roaches in the project. I mean they just roam jump AND play everywhere. One night as I was driving home from the movie theater (hmm maybe I'll go see a movie tonight..anyway) which is about a mile or two from my apartment I encounter 8 (EIGHT) deer. I finally pulled over and just blinked rapidly like "ok girl get your shit to get THA!" I still flinch when I see them but I had to learn NOT to close my eyes... shoot otherwise I may as well drive asleep.

Speaking of sleeping... I took an Ambien one night and let me say I'll NEVER do THAT crap again. I woke up feeling all refreshed and stuff only to find that I'd apparently fixed me some food AND drink, took a few pics with my phone, rinsed my dishes, and banged the dog shit outta my knee.... ALL IN MY SLEEP! I noticed the big black bruise on my knee the next morning as I was drying off and thought "oh dang I guess I hit my knee while moving..." then I walked into my kitchen and saw dishes in my sink. I said to myself, "Self.. I know you washed all the dishes you had last night (I aint got but a few anyway) so where did these dishes come from?" SUDDENLY a conversation about the side effects of Ambien came flooding back... and I'd realized... well damn I was sleep walking/eating/washing/pic taking/knee bumping. I'm just glad I didn't go outside (or if I did I locked the doors when I came back in). Needless to say... NEVER again.

The adventure continues... stay tuned for more.

p.s. I really don't feel like spell checkin either... love you tho.