What is it with the Indian guy driving like it's a friggin speedway in the garage and almost hitting my car head on? Idiot...
I'm determined to get back on track...
Can I just say how much I hate SPRINT how is my bill almost $30.00 more every month WTH?
UGH they make me sick...
Today is so so... so Imma end this one early
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Completely IRKED
Ok. So today I have a tremendouse amount of stuff on mind some I won't go into but a good amount I will.
Lets get it in.
I hate a person standing right on my butt in a line WTH are tryna do? Sniff me? Ugh back the freak up. In the same instance I hate a person all in my food. I'm at my desk one day and along come "this guy" walks up to ask me somethings, mind you I'm on my lunch break (I am so going to stop eating at my desk) anywho he comes up to ask some questions proceeds tolook down at my food move closer and inspect my food while pointing at it and ask : Hey girl what u got there?" WTF Are you crazy. A. I don't want to be called girl like yousome kinda slave driver
B. Get your friggin finger out my isht.
I proceed to throw the food away in his face and walk away.
On to my next issue...
Why are the drivers here in the DMV piss poor any amount of rain causes ya'll bastards to ride your brakes WTH and WHY OH WHY...It took me over 2 hours to get to work this morning all for nothing, Then some fool put something on the lil boards on the VA bridge please help me understand why that made traffic? UGH
Why do people have offices and not close the DAYUM door WTH dangit they are making me so mad and they proceed to talk loud as hell no matter how many times Iturn around, loudly sigh or roll my eyes they dont get the hint CLOSE THE DAYUM DOOR TROLLPS.
WTH is with black radio? Why isn't there anything on and when it is it's filled with commercials... Tom Joyner has the spokeswoman for bitter black women in his radio show: Sybill that broad hates everything and every man there is nothing she is positive about get a life,.
If you can't tell today I am not feeling it I am too agitated...
Also for those that think being an Admin Asst is nothign think again losers. You are the wife in a marriage when you are an admin your constantly reminding them f appointments, mking sure they are more tha prepared for the entire day and then the next day. You are the shoulder they cry on the ear they bend and the person they often take frustrations out on there is nothing simple about this job. I'm constantly dealing with multiple personalities and sroking egos so when I get on her rant half the crap is from this place.
If youlisten to the foxxhole and Speedys Comedy Corner then u understand me saying Lewis Dix and that broad Chanel need to hold hands and JUMP.
Lets get it in.
I hate a person standing right on my butt in a line WTH are tryna do? Sniff me? Ugh back the freak up. In the same instance I hate a person all in my food. I'm at my desk one day and along come "this guy" walks up to ask me somethings, mind you I'm on my lunch break (I am so going to stop eating at my desk) anywho he comes up to ask some questions proceeds tolook down at my food move closer and inspect my food while pointing at it and ask : Hey girl what u got there?" WTF Are you crazy. A. I don't want to be called girl like yousome kinda slave driver
B. Get your friggin finger out my isht.
I proceed to throw the food away in his face and walk away.
On to my next issue...
Why are the drivers here in the DMV piss poor any amount of rain causes ya'll bastards to ride your brakes WTH and WHY OH WHY...It took me over 2 hours to get to work this morning all for nothing, Then some fool put something on the lil boards on the VA bridge please help me understand why that made traffic? UGH
Why do people have offices and not close the DAYUM door WTH dangit they are making me so mad and they proceed to talk loud as hell no matter how many times Iturn around, loudly sigh or roll my eyes they dont get the hint CLOSE THE DAYUM DOOR TROLLPS.
WTH is with black radio? Why isn't there anything on and when it is it's filled with commercials... Tom Joyner has the spokeswoman for bitter black women in his radio show: Sybill that broad hates everything and every man there is nothing she is positive about get a life,.
If you can't tell today I am not feeling it I am too agitated...
Also for those that think being an Admin Asst is nothign think again losers. You are the wife in a marriage when you are an admin your constantly reminding them f appointments, mking sure they are more tha prepared for the entire day and then the next day. You are the shoulder they cry on the ear they bend and the person they often take frustrations out on there is nothing simple about this job. I'm constantly dealing with multiple personalities and sroking egos so when I get on her rant half the crap is from this place.
If youlisten to the foxxhole and Speedys Comedy Corner then u understand me saying Lewis Dix and that broad Chanel need to hold hands and JUMP.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
The Potty @ Work
So I go to make my final tinkle stop before leaving the office every stall in there except the last 2 is occupied. I wrote something a few days ago about women using the first stall for poopy of course today that did not stop the symphony of butt harmonicas going off in all the stops except mine. They were not only loud they were foul as hell. My problem WTF is wrong with using the handicap stall for poopy and if you can't hold it why can't you let a lil escape and then finish up at home? DAMN
The bathroom is rank and pretty damn stank!
UGH
The bathroom is rank and pretty damn stank!
UGH
Lunch Time
While Subway should be and is advertised to be light and healthy I still feel extremely full and have a serious case of the itis afterwards... UGH I feel like crap after that Turkey sandwich. It also never ceases to amaze me the people who work in Subway can't understand english but they know exactly what you want on your sandwich? WTF They look at u all googley eyed when you ask about anything like correct change for example. Damn shame... Language barriers are a bitch.
I had been on this health kick lately where I was only eating fruits, veggies either chicken or fish I felt so much better in comparison to how I feel today after having processed food from Subway Ion care what Jared's fat ass says that shit is still processed especially the damn Turkey and whatnot. Anywho I'm going back to my fruits and veggies tomorrow.
Is it still considered taking a lunch break if you eat at your desk and are still answering emails and calls? I would say no but I'm sure I'm the only one feeling that way at least in here that is.
I had been on this health kick lately where I was only eating fruits, veggies either chicken or fish I felt so much better in comparison to how I feel today after having processed food from Subway Ion care what Jared's fat ass says that shit is still processed especially the damn Turkey and whatnot. Anywho I'm going back to my fruits and veggies tomorrow.
Is it still considered taking a lunch break if you eat at your desk and are still answering emails and calls? I would say no but I'm sure I'm the only one feeling that way at least in here that is.
A Rant A Rave & A Few Thoughts
So I logged off the computer pretty early last night in hopes that I'd get up for work on time this morning.Before calling it a night I decided the shirt I wanted to wear needed to be washed. I put it in the washer and set the alarm so I could get up to put it in the dryer. So the alarm goes off and I hit the off button... not even attempting to get up and put the shirt in the dryer... However I don't realize this until the next alarm goes off @ 6:30am and I the shirt is wet. I jump out the bed almost step on the dog and run to the dryer... place the shirt in the dryer and run to the shower. Once in the shower and realizing my shirt is in the dryer I think I have a few extra minutes... I don't but I sit my nekkid ass on the bed anyhow and watch some Greys Anatomy. It dawns on me that the shirt I am wearing calls for a special eye shadow due to the boldness of the shirt. Once again I am jumping up off the bed barely Spunk... rummaging through the makeup cases in search of the MAC palette that has the color. I find the color and commence to putting my make up on. Suddenly it hits me to look at the clock. It's 7:48 and I need to be in the car by 8 to get to work by 9:30 still not the time I wanted to be at work but def beats 10:00. I finish the other eye and grab the shirt out of the dryer. By this time I am in boy shorts a bra and sliding on my slacks. I grab the shirt and thank God that it doesn't need to be ironed.
Making my way out the door.. Finally working on being on time. Jump in the car and see I left the sunroof slightly cracked. UGH the leather seats are cold as hell... I hit the button to warm them up and ball out the parking lot only be halted by the woman with the horrible wig in the Cadillac slowly easing through the development. She obviously is on time while I'm running late and praying for an accident so I don't lie when I walk through the door and say it was an accident that had me in traffic. No such luck just a gang of slow Sunday drivers.
Any who I'm moving along down the beltway decided to listen to the radio for the first time in forever AINT CRAP ON... back to the CD's Anthony Hamilton is crooning about the point of it all and I'm feeling it now Chrisette is telling us how she's ok and I hit the repeat the button cause ole girl is getting it in.
I get to work after an hour and 15 minutes of Chrisette and Anthony preparing me for the day ahead.
I get to the office and this MOFO is driving thru the GARAGE like it
s the Indy EFFIN 500 and almost hits my baby head on I stop dead in the middle of the garage and take minute to collect myself to ensure I don't jump out and commence to beat the brakes of him and his broke ass FORD...
I begin to blare Anthony again and pull into my space... Now I'm here and already ready to slap a hoe such is the way of my everyday life and guess what it's on 11:50 surely I'm gonna have more...
Smooches
Making my way out the door.. Finally working on being on time. Jump in the car and see I left the sunroof slightly cracked. UGH the leather seats are cold as hell... I hit the button to warm them up and ball out the parking lot only be halted by the woman with the horrible wig in the Cadillac slowly easing through the development. She obviously is on time while I'm running late and praying for an accident so I don't lie when I walk through the door and say it was an accident that had me in traffic. No such luck just a gang of slow Sunday drivers.
Any who I'm moving along down the beltway decided to listen to the radio for the first time in forever AINT CRAP ON... back to the CD's Anthony Hamilton is crooning about the point of it all and I'm feeling it now Chrisette is telling us how she's ok and I hit the repeat the button cause ole girl is getting it in.
I get to work after an hour and 15 minutes of Chrisette and Anthony preparing me for the day ahead.
I get to the office and this MOFO is driving thru the GARAGE like it
s the Indy EFFIN 500 and almost hits my baby head on I stop dead in the middle of the garage and take minute to collect myself to ensure I don't jump out and commence to beat the brakes of him and his broke ass FORD...
I begin to blare Anthony again and pull into my space... Now I'm here and already ready to slap a hoe such is the way of my everyday life and guess what it's on 11:50 surely I'm gonna have more...
Smooches
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
WTF
So I am at work and I realize so many things irritate me to no end.
One being women that use the bathroom at work and use the first stall for poopy. Now if I have to tinkle in a rush the first place I'm going is the fist stall, however you have now left a ring around the toilet and some crumbs so I'm completely disgusted and can't possibly tinkle in peace. I have to squeeze my thighs extremely tight and do a lil shuffle in heels to the 3rd or 4th stall all while hoping I don't bust my ass on account your stiny booty ass not using the Handicap stall for poopies... we all know that's what it's there for.
Ladies when poppying *u know u like that word* please use the handicap stall.
I also hate the fact that I come to work every morning no matter how I feel when walking in the building I speak to the security gaurds at the front desk as I am badging in however they act like life sucks and I just crapped on them and not speak. People if I smile at you in acknowledgement that I see you staring at me for whatever reason and u simply look back with an stupid vague expression you will never get an elevator door or the big ass glass doors to the building held for you by me.
If I hold the door for you and don't so mucha as say BOO I'll never do it again.
Just because candy is on my desk in a jar does not mean it's for you.
Yes I have a big ole butt and big ole boobies but my eyes are never in my bra so explain to my why your holding a convo with Vickies Secret instead of me... Same applies to my ass I'm sure she didn't say BYE to you as I sashayed out your office so why are you telling her bye with your eyes? I hate to look back to mention something I forgot and see you eye level with the nape of my ass... And I thought you Euro's didn't want all this Jelly... Humph...
I'm a firm believer in natural beauty.. I get my hair blown out every week by the Dominicans and I get my nails done every other week along with my eyebrows. I wear minimum makeup normally just a nice shadow that matches my outfit and either lipliner and lipglass or just lipglass... Notice I never mention lashes or anything of the sort so WTF are these scallywags always asking me what NAIL shop I get my lashes done in? Not to mention I'm not all up on a nail shop with acrylic, gel, wax and parafin tubs pasting lashes to my eyes...
THEIR MINE HEFFA... Note the pic above
Welcome Back Butterfly
I was reading a very close friend's blog and it inspired me to revisit mine again.
So much has changed since the last time I wrote on here I have no idea the direction I'll take with this blog or what I plan to write about but Twitter gives you minimum space and my job blocks FB so I guess this will be my outlet LOL
I'll begin working a post for today and see what comes to mind.
Smooches
~BlkButterfly
So much has changed since the last time I wrote on here I have no idea the direction I'll take with this blog or what I plan to write about but Twitter gives you minimum space and my job blocks FB so I guess this will be my outlet LOL
I'll begin working a post for today and see what comes to mind.
Smooches
~BlkButterfly
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