Wednesday, September 30, 2009

OWWWWWWWW




My body quit me this morning. I knew it would happen. My calves are burning, my abs are burning, inner thighs are burning. I am NOT working out this morning. This afternoon I'm going to do about half an hour of pilates and thats it. No cardio today. In the morning, I will be back at it,though. I just keep looking at the picture Caliluv sent me and that's all the motivation this girl needs.
Yours in pain...
*Star*
My fingers are hurting as I'm typing this...

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

I will not be your fat girlfriend!

I religiously follow Jia of Missjia.com and shesofly.com She is one of the reasons I started blogging in the first place. She started doing the Shaun T. Insanity workout about a week or so ago.


I had been checking it out and actually heard from a good friend/ex-coworker of mine (who happens to be a fit freak and is in amzing shape) that the Insanity was nothing to paly with. So i've been kinda scared to get into it.
Then, about 3 days ago, my girlfriend who as ya'll know, lives way out in California, sends me a pic of her gym progress. She has been hitting the gym every day for like a month.
Let me tell you that I NOW HAVE Shaun T's Insanity ON-THE-WAY!!! My baby looks good as a mutha! I, on the other hand, have been sitting around, playing games and making friends with the french fries. Those days are over. I will not be the chick that when people see us together they start saying ish like, "why she with her?" Umm, hell to the no. I am NOT the one.

Please believe I am not even waiting on Insanity to arrive. I pollitely got my a*s on this over priced Comcast on Demand that I pay for and never use. There's a program called ExerciseTV. I picked full body makeover and went in hard yesterday morning at 6am. When I say everything on me hurts, I mean everything. My damn hair hurts.Trust and believe, I don't give a damn. I went at it again this morning and once I post this blog, i'm going at it again. 2-a-days like football pre-season baby! I almost slipped up and had a twix bar today, but then Caliluv sent me a picture of her stomach (excuse me, a pic of her tight a*s abs) and that twix went right in the mutha effing trash can. Quick.
Needless to say, I have found the motivation I need. I know i'm a movement by myself, but I want to contribute to us being a force when we're together.I can't be looking all any kind of way. I am far too vain and far too fly for that...
Gotta go. Time to sweat.
*Star*

Lets Get Ready to Ruuuuummmble...

I hope the folks who are going to participate in the rally realize that the idiots who tore up the billboard are probably not going to let this go down peacefully. I'm just saying...
*Star*

Monday, September 28, 2009

In Today's WTF news


Billboard featuring gay US marine is vandalised

Live, once again from my beloved hometown, more homophobic bullsh*t. Gotta love it here.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

You Fail @ Life




Everybody always says that they aren't with any drama and they avoid it all cost and yada yada yada. There are those who truly mean it when they say this. However, it is my true and firm belief that, in the life, there are a great many who not only stay in some drama, they seek it out and can not live without it. One such individual crossed paths with me and a couple friends of mine a few weeks ago. This particular individual used to be an acquaintance of mine and, as far as I knew, was still an acquaintance of mine until I had to shame her ass in front of her coworkers. I spoke to her, being cool, she barked, I bite. Simple. My ex just happened to be with us when this happened so you can imagine how that went. Ok, whatever, move forward. Last night I am RUDELY awakened by my phone blowing up. I'm thinking somebody must be dead or dying calling me like that. Not at all the case. My ex is out chilling and the previously mentioned former acquaintance just happens to be out with her crew. They see each other and sparks start flying. So my ex is on my phone telling me that if she goes to jail tonight, I need to bail her out. (well of course, im gonna bail you out, but if you go to jail for fighting that loser in the club your ass will most definitely sit there 24 hours before I come and get you out). That fool is top flight security of the world, you (the ex) works for the damn sheriffs department. Who's gonna lose more? See my ex is a country bama ass, "I'll fight you to the death in the dirt on principle," type of girl. She drives me literally insane, but she's good as gold. So I tell her to get outta there cuz we, as a crew, are far too fly to fight in the club. However, the aqauintence is a, "I think i'm Boosie bad azz even though life has taught me otherwise plenty of times," type. Needless to say I say f*ck it and go back to sleep. I find out the next day that all was well, but there is a storm brewing and I know it.
The impending storm is the direct result of little miss top flight being one of those drama types. If you know more than five lesbians this description will make perfect sense to you. This girl tries, pretends, tells herself that she is a man and this is how a man acts. Walking around all day with her chest all stuck out. Got the girlfriend with the head to toe Holidays outfit on, full head of synthetic hair, 3.5 inch (hot pink) acrylics, plastic shoes that never touch the ground, etc.  She rides with her fake watch hanging out the window, cuz to her, thats what real niggaz do, she slaps her girlfriend around cuz to her, thats what real niggas do. Blah, blah, blah...
What she fails to realize or is to stupid to recognize is that real bitches don't eff with dudes that act like that cuz that aint real either. So why in the hell would a real bitch eff with a female that acts like a fake dude? Too many angles, not enough time.
I know drama-lovers come in all shapes and sizes. I have been told that I am excessively hard on the gay community. I don't think so. I think I just state facts and to me it appears that every 6th gay person falls into this unfortunate category. And I am sick to death of these b*tches. I wonder if we gave them their own night at the club would they eventually just get rid of each other for the rest of us? That sounds like a good idea. I may have to look into that. I'll call it Drama-Zone , hosted by Drama-free, featuing DJdrama.. Lol. I like that.
You heffas get on my reserve f*cking nerve..
*STAR*

Saturday, September 26, 2009

I'm not stopping...

I got a LOT of comments on my last post about being "Turned Out." All of them came to my blackberry though. After the 10th one I was about to scream. I love ya'll, truly I do, but lets go over this one mo'gin. This is a blog. It is my public forum to the world. Feel free to comment on anything I say on sistahstar.com. Feel free to do it on SISTAHSTAR.COM. I get credit for anything said on here and I get advertising, and its important to me. So the next time I saw something that you find funny/crazy/ interesting/grammatically effed up (which will happen often cuz I blog lit half the time), please click the little link at the bottom that says, 0 comments (or however many comments there may be) and tell the world how you feel. You can even post anonymously, like my beloved girlfriend, (side-eyeing, hmph).
Another thing that I have found out is that I have a lot of supporters who are straight, and because of that they won't join my blog. I have been told by many a straight chick how much they like what i'm saying and how funny they think I am, but they can't follow the purple brick road... Unfortunate. Again, I say you can be anonymous on here. No problem. I just wnat to know that i'm getting through to somebody. If my little blog causes one young "lady' not to fight her friend in the club over their homegirl or stops one young man from leaving home with a rainbow belt/suspenders/earring/ combination, than I will feel like a success.
Ok thats all for now...
Thanks guys
*Star*

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Turned out...


How in the hell do you get turned gay? Its not like being turned into a crack head. There is no chemical process that occurs to you cellular makeup once you have a homosexual encounter. Its not like heroin, where your hooked after the first hit. I mean, I totally understand that there are some sick twisted mf's in this world who prey on the young and the weak. I understand that sometimes habits are hard to break. What I don't understand is if you're a full grown adult, who may have been abused or molested and you DID NOT like it, why, as an adult would you continue? Humans are creatures of habit. Habits are made to be broken. If you cant break them on your own, there are places you can go for help...If you want it.
I'm not gay because I was abused sexually by a woman as a child. I am simply not attracted to men. No biggie. However, I just can't buy into the whole, "I was molested as a child and that made me gay and now (15-20yrs later, no less) I know better and do better." 
Umm, sorry but wedontbelieveyouyouneedmorepeople.
Get outta here.
This "turning out pehenomenon is especially prevalent in the black community. If I here one more case of " I went to chuuch and now I'm not gay no mo' imma scream.
*sidenote* Before ya'll jump on me, yes I believe God answers prayers and whatever your genuine prayer is, I know he can do it. However, I think being gay is akin to having curly hair or dark skin. So unless the good Lord is running around making b*tches look like Beyonce every time they ask, I just don't think he's gonna being changing sexuality each and every time you ask.
Anyhoo... It just seems to me as though the easiest cop out is to say that someone, usually a close friend or family member did something to you to make you want to taste the rainbow. That way you don't have to say that you actually are attracted to the opposite sex.

I do believe that Turning Out is more believable when it comes to men than women. Lesbian sexual practices are generally the same as what would occur physically between a man and a woman. With men, its a different ballgame. A male and female are not normally partaking in the, ahem,  options that are available between two dudes. Once men are exposed to something that feels good, they go to ri-damn-diculous lengths to recreate and maintain that feeling. This is where you get the down low brotha's from, but that's an entirely different blog.
For Lesbians (especially "studs") its like some dumb a*s right of passage to be running around "turning out" straight chicks. Let me tell ya'll something, bi-curiosity is as big an epidemic as bitchassness. Its just less feared. Since it's the cool thing now to be gay, there's a young dumb college freshmen just waiting on some manly upperclassmen to come bust her down on the late night tip then parade her around campus as her new piece. Its a win -win situation for both of you dummies.  Not a good look to the real world , but I digress.

Let me put on my Westwood hat right quicl and wrap this thing up.

Gay is not fun in America. Its not easy at all. However for some of us, its real life. Please stop fronting, faking and acting like the fact that you want go in (yeah, go in) is err'body else's damn fault. If you grown, ain't nobody holding a 9mm to ya head making you sneak over to your homegirl's house, late nite, trying to get her outta her underwear. Stop Playing... Ya'll gettin on my nerves.

*StAR*

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Certified Hot

YEP. I EFFS WITH THIS CHICK RIGHT HERE. Nicki Minaj is hot, obviously, but I could listen to her lyrics and not want to rip my ear drums out. I was feeling her before I saw her live. After that it was a wrap. She seems the same in person as on her mixtape. Like her persona is not just a persona, its her personality. I remember how I used to go so hard for Foxy Brown, then I saw her live and I she sounded like DMX! Nothing at all like she lounded on her cd. It was such a let down that I didn't even want to meet her after that. Nicki Minaj is like a real live rapping Barbie Doll. It's pretty freaking cool. Girl got skills. Period. Just listen to what she says in on this track. Certified Hot.Get with it Barbies and Kens!

*STAR*

Sunday, September 20, 2009

WORK,BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!


I...CANT...BREATH
*STAR*

Who you think you gamin'?

Yesterday morning I was in the car listening to a very popular radio show hosted by a comedian who used to have the most spray painted sharpest hairline in the world, but who is now completely bald. They have a segment where they read letters from callers about their relationship woes and ask the host for advice. I'm not sure why having a morning talk show qualifies someone who just went through a nasty divorce as a relationship counselor, but I digress.
This particular letter was from a lady who had recently lost her husband of 20 years. The couple married when she was 18. They have two grown sons and had a very happy life together. The husbands "dying wish" was that she not be with another man. Ever. She is 39. 
Her question to the host was this: She is still a lively, beautiful woman. She wants to, eventually, get out and try to meet someone new. To not be alone for the rest of her life. What she came up with, in order to stay in line with her husband's "wishes,"  was to maybe go out and date...a woman.
Oooh Lawd. Where to begin. 
There are so many things wrong with this one I dont even know where to start. I was cracking up listening to this mess. Luckily, the good host (who i'm sure you know, is a no nonsense type of dude) said everything I was thinking and then some.
This lady has wanted a woman for a while now and that little selfish ass request her husband made was all she needed. As a wife and mother, she fulfilled all the conditions of marriage. Even in the eyes of Christianity, you are done. "Till death do us part." That's it. Period. You are officially free to see whomever you wish. Your husband can't add an amendment to the contract after it's been signed for 20 years. However, you have this little lezzie bell going off in your head like a damn bullhorn and here's your "opportunity" to dip in and not feel like its your fault. Cuz it would be the worst thing ever to pursue what you feel and just admit you want to taste the rainbow.
 I was so glad the host went in on her a*s.
Good day ma'am. You gets no sympathy here. I got your tea, ice and your cup boo. I can't even give you the side eye. For this one I have to give you the coveted Fool Saddown gift basket with the Chile Please body butter and the We Don't Believe You, You Need More People facial scrub. (all courtesy of Awesomelyluvvie.com)

Sneaky Sh*t comes in all forms...

*Star*

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Locked and LOaded


now would be a great time to do a locked and loaded post. but im to locked and loaded to do it.
*STAAAAAAARrrrrrrrrrrr*

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Tell us how you REALLY feel...




As I sit here waiting for these good sleeping pills to kick in, I discovered this little diddy over at peopleofwalmart.com

WELL.LETS. SEE. HERE...

I hate fat men that ride around in the electric grocery carts cuz they're either too damn FAT or too damn LAZY and FAT to actually walk around the supermarket. But I didn't go out an have effing T-shirt made that says so.

Dumb, fat, bigoted, bastard.

Yeah, I said it. What?!

*STAR*

I did it, I did it!!!!



 After many tries and #epicfails, I finally got my twitterfeed working! I am so happy. Now I can stop threatening my followers on twitter and making them re tweet for me every time I post on the blog. Yippie, yippie horaay.... (so gay) * skipping around the room and throwing pink jia glitter everywhere*

Oh and can ya'll tell that I got my internet back? Its a good thing too, cuz my blackberry was catching hell!
You guys are in sooooooooo much trouble now...
*Star*

Big Ass Bi-sexual Fail

See this da ish right here. This is the kind of wack ass, out of order image that pops to mind when people think of black lesbians. All this cooch to the camera, let me hold you by your ass, while your homegirl trying to kiss me cuz we ALL f*cking anyway bull ish. I hate it all. I quit these heffas. They all fail. I do not hang out with these type-a-hoes. But really, who does? Even in the straight world. There are "those folks." You know the ones, be all fake sexing on the dance floor, and P-popping in the middle of the club. But like I said before, we as a community live in a very small fishbowl. This kind bull doesn't make it ANY DAMN BETTER! 
Annoyed
*Star*

I'M BACK BITCHES!!!

THAT IS ALL...
*STAR*

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Im a pirate!

I got rid of my broadband card about 2 months ago. Right around the time I got my new laptop. So, instead of getting another ISP, I politely jumped on my good neighbor's connection. I mean hell, they left it unlocked so clearly they didn't mind, right? Well, as I'm sure you've noticed, I haven't been posting much in the last week. This is due completely to the fact that my wonderful neighbors didn't pay Comcast and their ish got cut off. Ugh! Oh well. So I had to either bite the bullet or continue surfing from my phone. Uh, no thanks. So I will be back up and running by 1pm Thursday. Its a good thing too, because I got another laptop on the way for my son's room. If that boy can't get on TurboNick.com all hell is gonna break loss.Talk to you soon.
Love
She who can NOT catch a break
aka
*Star*

Thursday, September 10, 2009

The Drama and my Momma: Ep 2


I love my momma ( in my best Sophia voice) Lawd knows ah do. But she gets on my last damn nerve. Here's the latest in our drama:

Through no fault of my own, my mother finds her way onto Facebook. Ok fine. Then, several of my close friends from high school and elementary school start reconnecting with her. Cool. My moms is fun if she is nothing else. She was always the mom that my friends wanted to hang with and all that. I have often said that this was because they didnt have to live with her ass, but thats how it goes. Whatever. Anyway, a couple weeks ago I posted some random pics of my son and I and she made some super funny remarks on my wall. However, my BFF from high school also posted some pics of herself and her new boo on her wall. She commented that he was great and wonderful and maybe "the one." Now anyone  who follows me on Twitter/Facebook is perfectly aware of my sexuality. As is my mother of course. I don't expect anything like acceptance or even understanding from my mom. Just peace, but I digress. My beloved MOTHER decides to comment on my BFF's picture by saying the following: 

"are u sure he is the one, if so I'd like to order one for my daughter"

NO SHIT.

All I said in response was something like,"ya'll think I be making this ish up about how crunk moms is." Moving on.Day before yesterday I posted something on my wall about me having to go ham on my server @ my favorite lunch spot cuz this "nigga wit a taco" always be flirting with me. On this particular day, he decides to actually sit his ass down at my booth while im trying to eat and chill. Um hell -to-the-naw!

My Mother took it upon herself to say the following. On Facebook.   
"Do we really have to use such language? Everything on Facebook follows you the rest of your life.You never know what life has in store for you. You could become famous and the first thing the public will say is look at what she wrote on her Facebook page.Your employer may read this. The N word was buried. Its not good grammar for a proffessional. Now can everybody agree and say amen." 
Ok that did it. First of all, I don't say anything in cyberspace that I am ashamed of. I know how to comduct myself on the damn internet. Several of my staff and coworkers are my facebool friends and twitter followers. I told my brother to get his momma the hell up off Facebook two weeks ago. What the hell? But he thought the shit was funny. See the way it works with him and I is this, as long as she's messing with me, she ain't messing withhim. So clearly he didnt listen. Whos momma goes ham on them on FACEBOOK?! To make it all worse is the fact that she was over here, at my house, apparently 15 minuits after she posted the shit. Then when she leaves, I get on facebook and BAM! Umm, so you couldn't just SAY that to me. You felt it was more appropritate to post that shit on FACEBOOK? Right. Gotcha.

First thing this morning I get a phone call from her asking me why I blocked her ass. HMPH. You figure it out.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Stupidity has a favorite color.

Today, in reference to a good friend of mine, I was asked, "where that punk at?" I looked at that fool standing there with yellow (I think it was supposed to be blonde) and black micro braids and a booming pair of breast feeding tata's covered only by one of Rave's finest crochet halter top and thought: this is NOT happening right now.
When I told her I didn't know who she was talking about she says: "you know, the punk, the faggot, the sissy", as if what she said at first was perfectly normal, but maybe I just hadn't understood her clearly.
Now the way this bumbling idiot was speaking (plus the outfit and hair) told me a few things.
1. She didn't know what she said was wrong in the first place.
2. She thought the ish was funny.
3. She thought because we were both black women, I should be laughing with her.
She was wrong on all points.
I hate when people assume that just because they share a common denominator with you, be it big or small, then you are automatically on their team. I have curly hair. So do a lot of Jewish people. Does that mean we should agree on all things? Clearly not. The woman who said these things really deserved my pity more than my score. She was lost in a world that, thankfully, my family found their way out of decades before I was ever concieved. However, her determination to make me "understand" what she was saying pissed me off more than I can even express. I wonder how she would feel if my good [white]friend the "punk/sissy/faggot" that she was referring to describe her as the "ghetto/ nigger/jungle bunny?" I can just about imagine. I couldn't say what I really wanted to say to her in response for a couple of reasons so off course she walked away confused and I walked away pissed. I just don't get it. I do not have to agree with you because your pigment levels are similar to mine! I encounter this annoying phenomenon @ least once per week and, to be honest, after a while it starts to affect your spirit. Because these are " my people." Its sad and embarrassing. And it probably won't stop any time soon.
I repeat common sense aint common.
*Star*

Monday, September 7, 2009

Was it all a Dream?

I was just awakened from a dream and I figured I'd better tell someone before I forget it so here goes.

Í was @ a wedding, my wedding. I never saw my own face, but I saw things everywhere that were distinctly "me". The aisle runner was deep purple. There were lavendar and white gardenia's, and purple roses literally everywhere. Just when the door opened for me (or whoever the bride was) to walk down the aisle, all the people started pointing.the door slammed shut and the whole picture went black.
Then I woke up...
Random
Quick
Weird
Oh well
*Star*

A little Eye candy for the femmes...



These two right here get my "certified hot" stamp of approval. The song is kinda cool too. It could use some better mixing, but its not bad. Question: how come the two studs makeup looks better than the femmes in this video? The darker skinned chick is working that smokey eye! Hmmm, work ladies....

*Star*

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

testing, 1. 2.

here i go again trying to get this feed to work.
sh*t
Star

Can someone explain this sh*t to me, please?

*SISTAHSTAR*

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