A Quick Update...

Just wanted to drop a line or two and let you guys know that i'm still here. I'm just super busy, but it's a good thing this time.I get the most most emails when I write personal stuff and the infamous Locked and Loaded posts. So i'm gonna do a "semi locked and loaded" post right quick. Just to tide you over until I get all this stuff where it needs to be.So here you go.
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My hair has gotten way too long to deal with. Im trying really hard not to wack it all off. 


I have drank enough wine in the last week to completely destroy whats left of my liver...and yours. And i'm on my way to get more right now. 


Where can a sister get a decent soul food dinner around  here? I mean, is it really THAT hard to add salt to the flour BEFORE you put  the chicken in it? 


Just found out I get a 50% discount at Karmaloop.com! FOREVER!  Jesus take the magentic stripe off my credit card...


Why does Itunes hate so hard on PC users? They are really messing with my sanity right now. 


This no car note thing. I could totally get used to this. 


Packing sucks.


Moving sucks.


Being able to behold God all around you while standing out on your balcony, does NOT suck. 


Once you've had Verizon, every other cell phone carrier sucks. Period.


Last night my ex-husband proved, once again, that he is nothing more than a gigantic asshole and a glorified babysitter. 


My son is hilarious. I mean like Bernie Mac type of funny. He  gets it from his momma (in my Juvie the great voice)


The wine just kicked in...


I See ya Looking 


* That Damn Star*( is a cold piece of work)

I'm Know I haven't posted anything substatial in while, but I have been overwhelmed yet again. I promise to get back on my blog grind...AS SOON AS I GET SETTLED IN CALIFORNIA!!!!!!!!!!!! 
YES, YES, YES, YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*TWINKLE TWINKLE LITTLE STAR*
BOOM!

Excuse me, but what did you just say?

BLANK.EFFING.STARE...
*BLINK BLINK*
*DIES*
(found @ youknowyoudeadazzwrong.com)


*Here lies Star*

I Told You These Rednecks Waz Gonna Clown.../WTF News...

A few weeks ago I did a post about the vandalism of the inclusion billboards that the MGLCC (Memphis Gay and Lesbian Center) had put up for National Coming Out Day. Following that incident there was a scheduled rally in support of the center and what they where trying to do. I stated that if they thought these dumb mo-mo's around here where just going to let go and let God, then they had another thing coming. I have been proven correct. Follow this link and watch the video.


MAN ACCUSED OF ATTEMPTED ARSON AT MEMPHIS GAY AND LESBIAN COMMUNITY CENTER

http://www.wmctv.com/global/category.asp?c=151146&clipId=&topVideoCatNo=15040&topVideoCatNoB=105461&topVideoCatNoC=117912&topVideoCatNoD=169582&topVideoCatNoE=106890&autoStart=true&topVideoCatNo=default&clipId=4293707&flvUri=&thirdpartymrssurl=

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These ignant (yes, ignant) momo's make me ill...


*STAR*

*Rolls Eyes*

Sometimes I really think things are put in front of me STRICTLY because people want to see what I'm going to do with them. It was my sincere intention NOT to even watch the above videos when they where first brought to my attention on Twitter. Unfortunately, I was kinda hustled into watching  them anyway.

*Le sigh*

Who you think you gaming?
We dont believe you, you need more people.
This mess is dancing on that special nerve I save just for my mother.

As I have stated before, I don't dig religion. I am spiritual, I am a believer, but organized religion, um No Beuno. A cult is a cult. Just because your cult gets tax exempt status, that doesn't change what it is. The thing that probably bothers me the absolute most about the whole thing is the manner in which he is speaking. So matter-of-factly, as though its just a fact.I am so sick of talking about, thinking about, explaining my sexuality in relation to my relationship with God. I am so sick of being told (by people like me , no less) that I am less than a child of God, because my body isn't attracted to a man. I am so past being belittled in the name of the bible. The same bible that has been re-interpreted, misquoted, misread, chopped, AND screwed more times than a Mike Jones mixtape. I.AM.DONE. I hope that my annoyance and frustration is being conveyed through this post. How in the HELL does the one who has rocks thrown at him, become the thrower? Why is this mob mentality OK. Why is it so intense? Why can't there be enough sense in the room for us to see what's reality of whats going on?
WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY?? This is so horrible. This man is standing in a pulpit, at a church convention, in my hometown (yay, to Memphis for more BS) "preaching" lies and  hate.You know what, im getting too emotional doing this post. Im not even going to finish it....

*Star*

Speak a Piece...

Those who don't do---teach
Those who don't believe---preach
So I would much rather seek
God through you
Confess my imperfection to you
So at least when our conversations are through
I wasn't bewitched with theological bullshit
from well dressed hustlers standing in the pulpit
I say to them game recognize game
Christ said church is where two or more are assembled in my name
and when i am with you
God is with me
and when i am inside you
God becomes we
And heaven and hell have no division
so in tuned that we no longer make love
we make religion

By: Six
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The things that be in my inbox.... whoo chyle....

*STAAARR*

I'll SLAP FIRE FROM YO MOUTH!!!!!!!!!!

Disclaimer: I usually don't condone ish like this, but this is BEYOND funny.

Bwaaaaahahahahaaaahahahaaa lollolllolollolol......



All I could think about watching this video is my home girl Dred in DC. Those of you who know her, whoo chyle, can you imagine??!! Somebody would end up missing some teeth!

*Le Twinkle*

Hustlin' Backwards: No Beuno

I follow some GREAT blogs. One of my absolute FAVS is absolutebrook.com Brook is a unique personality (at least she seems so from her blog, I don't know her personally). She speaks her mind. A lot of opinions are a slap in the face to conventional beliefs. Ususally she's on some " put the mirror in your face" type-a-stuff, which I just love! Anyhoo, she did a post on a topic that I had been wanting to write about for the last couple of weeks. SEX WITH THE EX. I wanted to do post on this, not because I'm planning on participating, but because sooooo many people do it and end up regretting it in the end. I have discovered in my , ahem, research, that in the LGBT community, we tend to "dip back in" on average around three times before we just walk away. Bad idea. Doing the horizontal mambo with someone that you broke up with a long time ago just confuses any type of future relationship you two may have been able to salvage. Getting it on with someone you JUST broke up with makes it almost impossible for you to really get over and move on from the situation. Especially if you two really had something. Especially if the sex is good. You will NEVER be able to let go of someone that you loved if you keep having sex with them. Lesbians are the worst at this. Women are such emotional creatures and we equate so many things with sex that make it much more than a physical thing. So if ever anyone who reads this takes a piece of advice from this little blog of mine, let it be this: DO NOT HAVE SEX WITH YOUR EX!!! DONT DO IT, BAD IDEA, RUUUUUNNNNNN!!


Consider the reasons that you are not with that person. Did they disrespect you, did you cheat on them, where they dishonest, abusive?  Whatever the reason is, it was strong enough and important enough to at least one of you to make you end the relationship. That should also translate into " you dont desearve this good good" either. P*ssy will never make anyone do anything for too long (except white men). No matter how good it is. Its a bonus, its an extra. People stay with folks that are terrible in bed ALL THE TIME. Don't confuse good sex with good treatment. If it ain't worth being with that person, then it damn sure ain't worth sleeping with that person. I'm just saying... 


Thats all.


*Star*

On to the next one...

NOW BEFORE I WRITE THIS, I MUST SAY SOMETHING...
All of my posts are not directly related to me. Even when I don't say so. Listen to the message, don't shoot the messenger.
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EVERYBODY'S RELATIONSHIP IS SHOT TO SH*T RIGHT NOW!!!
WTH? EVEN MY STRAIGHT FOLKS GOING THROUGH IT!!! IS THERE SOMETHING IN THE WATER? CAN'T BE THE SAME THING IN THE WATER IN TN, AL, CA, IL, AND GA?! CAN IT?



Come on people! How is it that everyone lost their minds at the same time? I have the Captain who's ex is still ACTING like they're in a relationship. Another one of my girls (who is married) is pregnant by some other random dude. One of my homies ex even went so far as to write up a fake lease to keep her out of her OWN damn apartment! AND another friend on the west coast, her girl actually went to the Laker game with her ex "cuz the tickets were free." Ummm, like them mofo's wasn't gonna have another 90 freaking games this season. Quit playing!!! Then my, ummm....well my swee...umm gir..my exxxx,  oh hell, I don't even know what to call her.

Every needs to go back their corners, wait for the bell to ring, and start the hell over again.


By the way, this technically qualifies as a"Locked and Loaded" post. In case ya'll hadn't noticed. 
*sips wine*
And Good Evening
*Starrrra*

Label Whores...

"If I didn't define myself for myself, I would be crunched into other people's fantasies of me and eaten alive."-Audre Lorde

"Nobody built like me, I designed myself." -Jay-Z

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Lesbian, Dyke, Homo, Bull-Dagger( thats my moms favorite). That's what I am to the straight world. Then there's Femme, Femme-Aggressive, Dominate Femme, Stem, Stud, and Soft Stud categories that I fall into on any given day depending on who i'm with or how i'm dressed. Im sure there's a  host of other labels that Im forgetting about here. And dont even get me started on the boys. That list could go on forever. 
For me, its not really that big of a ldeal to fit into a category, but for the world, if you cant be defined you can't be controlled and that's a problem. As a group of non-conformists, one would think that the LGBT community would recognize this and shy away form labeling ourselves. However, we have fallen right in step with the world.

Since the day I posted that I was single I have been getting these emails from people stating that they were a ____ year old, femme/stud/stud AG/stem/whatever, wondering if they might be my type and if we could connect. Firts of all, if you're "lurking" on my blog, I cant fool with you. This is a business. Period. Secondly, as I read these emails and noticed the patterns of how people were describing themselves, I thought how intersing it was that everyone felt the need to hang a tag over their head. Straight people don't introduce themselves that way. Have you ever had, or even heard of a dude stepping ot a female with this: 

"Hi im so-and-so, im a 29 year old medium build dude, brown skinned, and I wear locks in my hair to give the appearance that I'm taller and more enlightened than I really am."


Sidenote: If you really want to impress a mofo, introduce yourself by giving your full government name followed immediately by the number of children/baby mommas you have, tell what your 401K is looking like these days and give your FICO score.

OK. 
For the sake of this post I'll drop myself in a box and wrap it up in a cute little bow for ya'll. I am GROWN. I like strong women (well one strong women in particular, but we've been over THAT enough already). I got a MEAN shoe game and a SICK purse fetish (wut up GOTTI). I may have on Creative Rec's in the daytime and Botega's at night. I have lots of tattoos and will be getting more soon. Oh yeah, and im a great big Lezzie. Does that help? No? Awwww, too bad then

Chances are, if you follow or lurk on my blog you're either Gay, Gay friendly, a member of my family, one of my "sisters", or a member of my "army." Its just that simple. I think its a pretty safe assumption that if you're emailing me on some "can we connect ish", then you're just gay. No need for the meaningless descriptions that just confuse me more. One more time, just so we can be clear from here on out: I LIKE WOMEN (insert disclaimer...again). I don't necessarily care how you dress or how you get down in bed or any of that. I do care that you are comfortable enough in who you are to know that those silly little titles don't really mean anything. Some of you excluded yourself from the pool of applicants without even knowing it.

Ok thats all...


*Le Twinkle*

This woman...this song... whoo chyle, its too early in the morning for all-a-dist. Cuz it is definitely killing me.
*Star*

Natural Hair=Lesbian?

My hair has been natural for about 6 years now. I tried to do the whole, "let the perm grow out but don't cut it all off" thing. That didn't work for me. So one hot summer day, I took my son to the barber shop and hopped right in the chair after he was done. My barber asked how low I wanted to go. It took me all of half a second to say, "bald, I want it gone."  Now mind you, I had a mountain of shoulder length hair on my head. It was a severely  neglected, curly mess. He cut it down to something like one inch without the guards. It was  awesome. You couldn't tell me I wasn't fine. 
About 3 days later, I go to pick up my moms for a funeral. As I'm walking up the stairs I say, "momma, I'm bald, don't freak out." She took one look at me and screamed, then she cried. Then she took a deep enough breath to call me a "bull-dagger." Yeah, I know.



Look-a-here Negroes: I have TONS of friends with natural hairstyles. From Afros to locks to everything in between.All of them are not gay. Most of the new people I have met on my natural hair journey, are not gay. However, it seems like every time i'm in earshot of straight black women and a short/natural haired sister approaches, she is either given "the look" or the mumbling begins.


Women of color, in particular, have always been told that their hair is their crowning glory. My mother is a HUGE believer in this bull. A pretty black woman, with pretty straight(read; Caucasian) hair will have no problem catching a great husband ad having a great life. Because you know, the main prize is a husband, right? So for a women to reject that belief system means she's a dyke. And not just a dyke, but a nappy-headed one at that. 


Hair does not a lesbian make. A chick like me gets hot sometimes and just cuts it all off again. I don't become anymore gay every time I do a big chop, do I? Clearly not. But in the Black community, even with as many straight, and happily married women with natural hairstyles Black folks are still giving the side eye to close cropped sisters. Cuz they think we all wanna get they booty... Please believe this is NOT at all the case. There are some black women who just want to have the option to just get up and go, without being a slave to that creme-o-crack (relaxer). 


Stop being so stereotypical and judgmental, and stupid people. 


Hope this helps...I doubt that it will..


Aiight then,

*Star*
P.S. I had some really cool pics for this post but they wont link so oh well....

Today I Exhaled

I have been arguing with IMEEM for about a half hour trying to make a player for my blog and it just aint working. Now I'm locked and loaded and sick of listening to this sad ish.


Here's what I had on NON-STOP repeat today:


1.Gravity, John Mayer
2.No one in the World, Anita Baker
3.Stronger, Mary J.
4.Part of the List, Ne-yo
5.Why Does She Stay, Ne-yo
6.Fall, J. Holiday
7.Superhuman, Knock em'Down Brown and Skeri Hilson
8.I'm Gonna Find Another You, John Mayer
9.Epiphany, Chrisette Michelle
10.Been So Long, Anita Baker
This mess is enough to make you slit your damn wrists... Enough.


Then I got the call from that good 801 area code. Please believe I changed up my playlist with the quickness! First I turned off all the music and thanked God for the way he is moving in my life. Funny how one door abruptly slams in your face, then so many others open up.
Anyhoo...
I also cleaned my severely neglected house, submitted an article to I-Bleed-Ink.com  and spent some much need quality time doing ME. All in all, I think today was a good day. 


That's all.
*Star*
Oh yeah, much love and hugs to the captain for once again saying the simplest thing and making it all better. 

Confuzzled.....

Just saw this commercial and I REALLY need someone to explain this to me....


Is this supposed to be like soft porn for women or men? Cuz it looks like soft Gay porn to me. Which is totally fine if that's the case. But PLEASE tell me these dudes don't think that regular old straight white women are the ones buying this dvd.

I'm just saying.


*Star*

There's a billion of us...right?

I get a lot of ideas from the most random places. But I think that's a good thing because it helps me " think outside the box." Lately I have been searching the net (again) for other LGBT blogs by people of color that are actually ABOUT LGBT people of color. When I first decided what I wanted my site to be, I did sort of a generic search on the topic and didn't find too much worth mentioning. I thought this was pretty odd since  there are billions of  blogs out there. There's a blog for every subject imaginable, by every type of writer and with supporters from every walk of life. Even with that, finding other blogs of substance black black lesbians has been more difficult than finding an unhappy man in dark room with Karrin "Superhead" Stephens. 

Eventually I came across a really good one : abrowngirl.com. (check her out) is the best, really the only one worth mentioning that I have found so far. There's a good number of celebrity blogs like blackgaygossip.com, and politicos like keithboykin.com , but those were not really the categories I was searching for. Why is that though? We are EVERYWHERE. We are writers, artists of every kind, and live very diverse and interesting lives. Why are we so under represented in the blogging community? Its not like the typical Hollywood story of "well THEY don't want but a few of us on the television/small screen". Blogger, Wordpress, and a host of other blog sites are scott free. No one else has any control over who gets to have a Blogspot. Even a HUGELY successful one is at the mercy of the owner. So where are we hiding and why? 


As usual, I was just curious...


*Star*

Have we met before?

As I sat here going back over some of my older posts on the blog, I realized something VERY important. In the past few weeks, I have gotten soooooo very far away from what I set out for sistahstar.com to be.  In the midst of my love sick stupor all I have been blogging about is my personal turmoil with my ex. While I do realize that this is MY blog and I can say whatever the hell I want, that's NOT what this is supposed to be about. 


So with that said: ALLOW ME TO REINTRODUCE MYSELF!!!!!!

MY NAME IS STAR B*TCHES. An the immortal words of another bad Nicki: "IMMA BAD B*TCH,, IMMA, IMMA BAD B*TCH


What I need and what I want are two different things. I may not have a particular person that I want, but I damn sure have the only person that matters, ME!  To make matters worse is the fact that I have let all manner of rainbow colored foolishness slip by me. And that is just unacceptable.


So tonight, as I stated on my twitter (twitter.com/sistahstar and twitter.com/starstarbaby) I am being forced to partake in some "family" matters. I will be hanging out (yes, outside of my house) with some of rainbow crew. There's a welcome home set and a house party. There will be foolishness GALORE. I can't wait! I will be reporting back to you guys ASAP! Pray that I dont get caught snapping pics of the hot messes and ass clowns that I am sure encounter this evening. 


In a minute
*Star*
Im back up in this thang, tricks...

You aint fooling me...

I am absolutely convinced that Wendy Williams is on some Caster Semenaya ish. Like she's not totally a man but not totally a woman either. The difference is she knows it. There is no way in the world Wendy Williams looks at herself in the mirror and sees femininity. AIN'T NO WAY. Not just because she's humongous, but she's so harsh. everything about her screams bad drag to me. I'm a makeup artist, so trust, I know bad drag. That hair hat, that voice, those mannerisms. Its all just so...much. Its like someone puts her together with a few pieces of a leftover women and a LOT of pieces of leftover men. Its just too weird for me.I don't think I'm alone in this thought process am I?
Just Wondering.
*Star*

As ya'll can see I have clearly jacked up my layout. My beloved sister is finally finishing up my logo ( so she says) and background. Until then I am going to just play around with some more random layouts. Bear with me guys.
Oh, yeah, and thanks for all the support while I was pouring my damn heart out.
Now, back to our regularly scheduled program. I have a new camera people so if you out there acting a rainbow fool, know that you have been warned.
You will get told.
Thanks
*Star*

Entirely too personal, but very neccessary

I'm sitting up watching one of my favorite movies of all times, Sex and the City, and some things jumped out at me. Well, it kind of smacked me in the face like a baseball bat. 

1. When Samantha is talking about the direction her relationship with Smith was heading she says," he stayed with me through my treatments." Carrie appropriately responds, "Sweetie, you just compared your relationship...to chemo..." 
2. When Carrie goes to get her absolutely beautiful, never worn pair of Manolo Blahniks (that I would trade my mother for, by the way), she opens the closet door and sees Big standing there. They pause, look at each other, then she runs into his arms. The rest is history. 


Those two events brought up some really heavy relationship stuff for me. As does everything these days. Whatever..

In case you didn't know, my relationship before this one ended in a very ugly, very bloody mess. I ended up in the trauma center fighting for my life. That's all I'm saying about that. I have mentioned before that I have my own personal army. The captain of that army is my homegirl. The General is my girlfriend. 

Sidenote: I am not accustomed to calling her anything other than my girlfriend so deal with it. Don't judge me.

Anyways...  She put me through a lot. Not the typical relationship stuff. Just emotional rollercoaster type-a-shit that I am wondering now would I have put up with if she where not "The General." This is the  person that did not leave my side for days during my ordeal. I saw her more than my mother. Seriously. In my morphine induced haze I feel deeper and deeper in love with this woman and way faster than normal. Given the circumstances that's understandable though, right?


Anyhoo, when I heard that (#1) in the movie it made me really think of what I was holding on to. 

Then the next thing (#2) brought up this other issue. Me and baby are already in, wait... shit, WHERE IN (ugh!) a long distance relationship. The longest we'd been apart were these last few months. That's when all the ups and downs got really, REALLY bad. Yeah. So when Carrie sees Big for the first time after what he put her through, she stops, looks, and finally runs into his arms. They are, once again, inseparable. But for good this time. So I'm wondering: What's it going to be like when I finally see her again? 

Now, I know I be on some ol' Nicki Minaj " ima bad b*tch, ima, ima bad b*tch" ish,(cuz i am, after all, a bad b*tch), but I am also a hopeless romantic and a believer in soul mates and love and all that stuff. So it could go a couple of different ways...

Who knows. Maybe when we do see one another again, it will be all good. Maybe not. But I don't like surprises and I'm a deep thinker sooooo. 

I was just wondering. 

Thats all.

*Star*

Eye See Now

I try not too get too personal on my little blog. From time to time I may talk about the Drama and my Momma. My son is freaking hilarious (and I am a super proud mom), so I think the world should know about that. I never really go too deep in detail about my relationships. Other than a vague mention here and there (well, except that one time) I have always tried to keep that to myself, for a couple of reasons. Right now, unfortunately, I find myself without a way to express what I am feeling other than to post about it here. Well, bitches, its my blog, I paid for it so here goes.

Love is the most ridiculous thing. Its up there with marriage and religion. Just plain crazy as hell. Out of the three, though, love is the one thing that we mere mortals have no control over. Now you may not practice any religion or ever get married. Those things, for the most part, are choices. There's no way to control with whom or when or how hard you fall in love. So I am going to put it out there that I am in love with someone that I can't be with. I can't see her, I can't touch her, talk to her, almost can't stand the thought of her... yet and still I love her with all my heart.

And there's not a damn thing I can do about it.
And it hurts like hell.

I want so badly to be able to scream and curse and all of those things that you do when you're mad, but I can't. The trouble is, I'm not mad at all. Hurt. Devastated. Defeated. Those words apply . Mad, does not.

I said in a prior post that I am not a gambler. This situation has made me realize that, that's not entirely accurate. I gamble often and I bet BIG. Forever is a long time and Never say Never. Time heals all wounds and this too, shall pass. Yeah insert your favorite cliche here: 

Whatever. All I know this: All I know is this. I love that damn girl. Always will. All I can do is move forward, but its gonna be a long time before I move on.

Yep, I hear you loud and clear...

*Star*

Locked and Loaded

Ya'll Knew One of These Was Coming Right?
Ok here we go...

My ex-husband is about as dumb as a bag of hair.

My homegirl Peaches can whoop all my other friends asses, including the dudes.

I can not wait to get these two biz deals off the ground!

I love makeup, but I never wear any outside of work.

It appears as if I was mistaken about something VERY important.

It aint were you from, it's where you at. My mind is in the Bay, my heart is in the bottom of the ocean.

If I saw Rush Limbaugh in the street, I would punch him in his fat, bloated, bullshit filled belly.

Conservative black people give me nightmares.

Everytime I see Drake on t.v. I get nervous.

Right now, I am starving.


I could care less if Nicki Minaj's/Amber Rose/Kim Kardashian butt is real. Angela Lola Love, on the other hand, should return her ass as soon as possible.Beacause she CLEARLY got a defective model.

                                                                    

NO BEUNO

Thats all...
*STAR*

My take on Lesbian Zodiac Signs...

Im going to try and do this from just My memory and in order. Don't shoot me if I mess it up.

Aries: Sensitive and Stubborn, but fiercely Loyal. Very sexual. If you get one to actulluy fall in love with you AND be faithful to you. You are officially the bomb.com

Taurus: Similar to Aries. BEYOND stubborn.Fighters, not quite as sexual, but lots of fun.

Gemini: Two sided, but not necessarily two faced. Just watch your back and pick your battles wisely. You're only one person, but you're fighting two.

Cancer: Super sensitive, Super loyal, very determined

Leo: Ummm, no thanks

Virgo: *Clears throat* RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!

Libra: Cool

Scorpio: Cool

Sagitarius: Together and driven. Family oriented. Lots of fun. Great in bed/on the island in the kitchen/in the car...

Capricorn: I've never met one that was ever wrong about anything...in their own heads.

Aquarius: Cool, most of the time. (but that could be said about anyone)

Pisces: Without a doubt the most unbelieveably amazing lovers. Without a doubt, the least compassionate people.

*Star*

Traffic Sucks...

Relationships are an interesting thing. You're supposed to meet someone, fall in love, give them all of you and recieve all of them. Flaws and all. If you encounter a flaw that is a bit more than you can bare, you're supposed to address it, deal with it, understand that its going to come up every now and then, and work on it together. I mean, this is someone you love right. Of course you'd much rather be with the person and address the difficult stuff, than to a. continue doing the things that hurt them and watch the person your claim to love (and whom you know love you more than air) cry themselves to sleep at night or b. just lose the person you love all together...right?  Crack may be a helluva drug, but it has nothing on Pride. The only real difference is that while crack heads are an obvious lonley mess, prideful people look like they're good when they are alone on the inside and, nine times out of ten, alone at night or filling their love's space with a bed warmer. My homegirl, gave up everything for her love. This fool turned around and ignored her and left her out in the cold. After days of calls/texts/emails etc, my homegirl let go and let God. Now Miss Love is blowing up her phone, because she has realized that 1. pride doesn't keep you warm at night and 2.once a good girls gone bad, well, you know how that goes.

 I've been honestly in love twice in my life. It was beautiful and life changing both times. The first time I was really young and unprepared for what that meant. The 2nd time, I went all in, but I took the dive all alone. I have NEVER EATEN HUMBLE PIE IN MY LIFE. EVER. However, in that last relationship, I was open, honest, and ready. Being prepared to make mistakes made me better equipped to apologize when I made them. All this came from knowing what I wanted and thinking I knew what she wanted. But alas....

Love is a two way street. That street is full of speed bumps, road blocks, stops signs and potholes. There's no way to avoid them all. The tricky part is knowing what to do when you hit one of those road hazards. Know what you want before you travel that road is like having really good car insurance. That way, if you hit one of those super deep hood potholes, you have enough real love stored up to help each other get back to where you need to be and keep it moving. If its real, and if the other person means meant anything to you.

So the moral of the story is. Those who have that good love insurance, proceed those who don't...blog.

*Shooting Star*

Maybe one day. Oh well, back to the drawing board...

I'm gonna do better...

Sorry I havent posted in a while. When you have a blog that is basically just a journal of your own thoughts, sometimes it gets hard to focus on just ONE topic to post. Add to that, the fact that i'm tweeting my a*s off most of the time and you get one very neglected blog. So, here is my solemn promise(again) to post more often. Heck, I may even change my layout Yeah right.
Ok that is all. For now.
Back to homework and Twitter...
*Star*

And I betcha didn't know that, ebony eyes...

Cant sleep. Feel like sharing...

My son changed my life.

I officially love Twitter.

I have ZERO patience, and I pray about that one ALOT.

I first thought I was gay when I was in the 6th grade. It scared the sh*t out of me.

Religion gets on my reserve nerve.

If there was an Olympic event for marriages, my mom would be standing on the podium right below Elizabeth Taylor.

My girlfriend has one of the most complicated personalitoes I have ever encountered on my entire life.

The Game is, in my opinion, is one of the best scripted television shows ever.

If I don't get back to California soon, i'm going to have myself committed.

Two days ago I found out that the party I went to this weekend was hosted by the girl who effed up my taxes. I was not pleased.

I hate hospitals, ghetto sh*t, bad ass kids, and stereotypes. (i'm pretty sure ya'll knew that one)

Thats all
*Star*

So this is a good look, huh.

Found @ youknowyoudeadazzwrong.com

See, this the ish that I be talking about....
Ladies, (and I use the term loosely) please find the nearest wall and slam your heads into it as hard as you can.
Thanks
*Star*

I Quit All -ah-ya'll!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Found @ missjia.com


*clears throat*
(and let me do this in a language you can understand, aka loud and ghetto)
ATTN, MISS STUD: IF YO DUMBAZZ AINT GONE TAWK IN AT LEAST SOMETHANG THAT RESEMBLES ENGLISH PULEEEZE STAY DA HELL WAY FROM IN FRONT OF DA DAYUM CAMARA!!!!!!!!!! I HATE YOU, I HATE IT ALL, YOU FAIL AT LIFE AND NOW, CUZ U DECIDES TO HOP YO AZZ IN FRONT OF THE CAMARA, THE WHOLE WORLD KNOWS U FAIL AT LIFE. DIDNT U FIND IT THE LEAST BUT STRANGE THAT THEY KEPT YO AZZ OUTTA OF THE SHOT THAT LONG. YOU ARE AN EMBARRASSMENT!!!!!

AGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

You look a mess

Last night I went out with a few friends.Nothing major, just a few drinks and such. Of course, this was gay night at the spot, so the requisite " show" was on deck. Now usually, when I go out to the gay clubs, there's alot of hot ass mess and some hot drag shows that keep me entertained throught the night. However, this is was wack-er than usual. I did get a good pic of someone in a royal blue Polo (esque) shirt and matching royal blue fitted cap (cocked to the side, o less), but that wasnt the funny part. This lovely blue ensemble was topped off with a pair of white linen pants and white loafers.  (horrible pic up next, sorry)

I just do not understand...

Other than that we had a good time. I also got a really good pic of these two studs grinding on each other, which is always REALLY funny to me (don't judge me). I think I'll keep that one to myself though. Well. enjoy this one guys, and trust there will be more pics like this one. This is Memphis after all...

SEE, YA'LL PLAY TO D*MN MUCH!

WHAT IN THE SWEETBOOTY HELL?!!!

*DEAD*
*RISE ON THE 3RD DAY*
*LOOK AT THIS PICTURE*
*DROP DEAD AGAIN*

Too many irons on the fire.

I have a gazillion projects going on. Not to mention, I started working out again. The exercise helps though, since it makes me get on some type of schedule. My diet is THEBOMB.COM! I absolutely do NOT eat meat and haven't had chicken in forever. So I eat a LOT of fish and other seafood. This is great for a couple of reasons. First, because I don't drink nearly enough water, and secondly, its making my hair and nails look super good! Chicken is becoming an issue because I work retail and that's the only thing readily available so I may have to add that back in. The point is this: I have so many things going on right now and I was starting to get overwhelmed and a little bit down about it all. I need to be working on my book, I'm finishing school, i'm stuck in no mans land Memphis, and I'm tired all the time. But in the last week, I feel like I found a light at the end of the tunnel. So even though I am sore as can be from working out, I don't really mind it. I have a great lady who love, love, loves me, great friends, and I'm blessed. (Cue the violins)
So right now, this Star is feeling good and shining bright.
Just felt like sharing...

NOW BACK TO OUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED PROGRAM!

*STAR*

Fuel on the Fire

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...

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*

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.

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*

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*

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*

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*

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*

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*

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*

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*

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.

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*

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*

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?