Facebook mirror on the wall, don't you think I can strike a mean pose?
Please be cautious of the pictures you post on Facebook. Just because
you get a lot of likes and comments doesn't mean it's true.Believe it or
not some people are sitting at home laughing at your pictures and some
are hating on you too. Right now I'm focusing on the laughing.
I'm not going to lie I've laughed and shook my head at some pics. I try not to "like" or comment on a pic if I think you look crazy or a hot mess. Sometimes I want to inbox a *slap.
Please STOP with the half naked hoochie mama pics. I don't care if you
take pride in your big beautiful body , big boned body, or skinny body.
Men please stop posting pics with your shirt off and your
caption reads "I'm dah boss ladies, and I'm waiting for you". or "like"
if you want this.You know you have some form of low self-esteem and you
want attention.
For those of you who post pics of your sex toys. I'm
not judging you, however KEEP THAT ISH PRIVATE!! Don't get mad when a
hot mess female or dude sends you a message saying I like handcuffs too. Let's hook u;-).
Maybe Facebook is therapy for people who have low
self esteem or attention getters. The good part is you don't hear the
laughing or see the shaking heads. All you see is the "like" and
positive comments and it makes you feel good.
P.S.
Do me a favor and look at your real mirror and not your Facebook mirror.
Monday, March 26, 2012
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
DANCING WITH A HUNK!
Last night I watched Season Premiere of Dancing with the Stars. I'm a fan of the show and I made sure I set my DVR. I wanted to watch Jaleel White dance again. I was wondering if he was going to do the Urkel dance. While waiting for Jaleel to perform. I didn't know I would see the sexiest man on earth perform. (Trumpets please) William Levy. The audience went wild. As I sat in my living room watching this man Cha Cha I was wondering where did he come from? Well, I went to Google and let my fingers do some searching. I'm mad at myself for not paying attention to him. After reading his info. I immediately posted his picture to my wall. My friends agreed with me. One of my friends said, I like your new crush. He makes me want to go to Cuba.
I can't wait to watch him dance again.He's got my vote. Don't get me wrong I'm voting for Jaleel too. He did great last night.
I must add I'm still a Channing Tatum and Brad Pitt fan.
I can't wait to watch him dance again.He's got my vote. Don't get me wrong I'm voting for Jaleel too. He did great last night.
I must add I'm still a Channing Tatum and Brad Pitt fan.
Rich, poor, middle class, and control freaks ride the train. Last night I witnessed a control freak trying to control a group of Breakdancers.
Last night on the Q train
Breakdancers: Y'all know what time it is?
IT'S SHOWTIME!
Y'ALL KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS?
IT'S SHOWTIME!
Mr.Poindexter: (stands up) Excuse me I don't want to watch you dance or hear your music. Before you intrude please ask if we want to hear this. You people do this all the time and you should ask.
Breakdancers: You're the only one complaining.
Mr. Poindexter: I think these people agree.
Lady: I WANT HEAR. I WANT TO SEE. DANCE!
ME: (Looking for Ashton Kutcher or John Quinones)
Breakdancer: Well Sir, You've been voted out. One vote is enough for me.
Poindexter: I don't care. Please don't do this
Breakdancer: I'm going to dance. I'm going to be famous. I go to school Mon-Fri. SIT DOWN BALDY(BEGINS DANCING)
Poindexter (SITS DOWN, PUTS EAR PLUGS IN HIS EAR AND READS THE PAPER)
Breakdancer: THANK YOU LADIES, GENTLEMEN, AND ANGRY MAN! (LOOKS AT POINDEXTER) I bet you were a miserable child.
Poindexter: I was very happy.
WHY WAS THIS MAN ON THE TRAIN WITH EAR PLUGS AND AN ATTITUDE. He needs a driver. If you're riding the train you never know what your going to see. Years ago I was on the N train and a man got on with a homemade horse costume. Mr. Poindexter would have told him trains aren't for horses please go back to your stable. I must say he made a bold move. I would have never did what he did. I'm glad it ended well.
Gotta Love New York
Last night on the Q train
Breakdancers: Y'all know what time it is?
IT'S SHOWTIME!
Y'ALL KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS?
IT'S SHOWTIME!
Mr.Poindexter: (stands up) Excuse me I don't want to watch you dance or hear your music. Before you intrude please ask if we want to hear this. You people do this all the time and you should ask.
Breakdancers: You're the only one complaining.
Mr. Poindexter: I think these people agree.
Lady: I WANT HEAR. I WANT TO SEE. DANCE!
ME: (Looking for Ashton Kutcher or John Quinones)
Breakdancer: Well Sir, You've been voted out. One vote is enough for me.
Poindexter: I don't care. Please don't do this
Breakdancer: I'm going to dance. I'm going to be famous. I go to school Mon-Fri. SIT DOWN BALDY(BEGINS DANCING)
Poindexter (SITS DOWN, PUTS EAR PLUGS IN HIS EAR AND READS THE PAPER)
Breakdancer: THANK YOU LADIES, GENTLEMEN, AND ANGRY MAN! (LOOKS AT POINDEXTER) I bet you were a miserable child.
Poindexter: I was very happy.
WHY WAS THIS MAN ON THE TRAIN WITH EAR PLUGS AND AN ATTITUDE. He needs a driver. If you're riding the train you never know what your going to see. Years ago I was on the N train and a man got on with a homemade horse costume. Mr. Poindexter would have told him trains aren't for horses please go back to your stable. I must say he made a bold move. I would have never did what he did. I'm glad it ended well.
Gotta Love New York
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