Showing posts with label Crazy Bitches. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Crazy Bitches. Show all posts

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Lemonheads...

     There is one thing that I CAN'T STAND and those are lemon heads...
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     Lemon heads are those who constantly surround themselves with negativity. They thrive off that shit and the drama that accompanies it.  These kind of people make me step out my character.. QUICK! I wish someone would try to rain on my parade.. let alone come at me with some crooked or backward ass mess. Save the attitude.  As much class, pride and tact I have about myself I can and will flip when it comes down to some relentlessly ignorant shit.

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     I never got why people are always so negative.. if you've got problems why don't you just solve em? There are facts and there are opinions. Go off the facts.. be happy or move the fuck on. Don't bring that negative energy around me and mine. I will politely excuse myself from the situation the first time.. the second time will be considered an act of disrespect and you will be dealt with properly.

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Sunday, November 13, 2011

Shaken...Not Stirred

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      I have had a rough week... in fact it seems that I had a beautiful nightmare. One of those weeks where you want to repeatedly pinch yourself to see if it's real. On Monday I got a phone call that I just landed a position at a new job and that same night I was robbed at gunpoint. #KanyeShrug. I hope they needed it more than I did.
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       All I can say is that it is good to be alive. A phone and a wallet are replaceable. It's just metal, leather and a few strips of plastic. I still have my health, my new job, great friends and family and most importantly my life. This is just another road block that I have encountered and conquered in life. In this jungle we live in where the monkeys roam free, the hyenas never sleep and the vultures linger around to pluck whatever is left of humanity the only thing we can really do is survive. 

     Jay and Ye weren't lying. There is No Church in the Wild. Let's just say I'm a firm believer in karma and there is no doubt that we get back what we put into this life. I'm over it. People...I swear, need to get themselves some business and stay out of mine. I'm singing in my head "If I ruled the world"..

Until tomorrow comes take care for now,

- Renard

Friday, July 22, 2011

140 Words or Less...


In this era of technological abbreviations it is a lot easier to communicate via web, phone etc... But is the ever advancing world of technology making private life not so personal?

Throughout the day I like to take to my blackberry and storm the web/facebook/twitter with things that happen around me and random ideas that just happen to pop into my head based off the trending topic of the day. While scrolling my never ending timeline I see information from those I follow which leave very little to the imagination.

Twitter/Facebook are some of the most self incriminating sites that people venture to each day. Some take to the web to rant about their "oomf" who called them at 3am last night and some, just to inform you of which song they are "now playing" (like we give a shit). There are those who go from married to divorced to widowed and then back to single within an hour and then there are people who just want to slap you across the face with a happy stick because they are having such an awesome day. Well I'm not happy.

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People, WE DON'T NEED TO KNOW YOUR EVERY MOVE..and you shouldn't want us to. I mean think about it. Do you really want your serial killer looking stalker to know that your down the street at the local Starbucks enjoying a Venti Frappuccino? NO.. didn't think so. So next time you think about tweeting, posting a status, or informing the public that your down the street and around the corner REMEMBER that crazy follower "@desperatedebbie" or Facebook friend "Jerome "CaniGetyaNumber" Jenkins" is following everything you say/do.

Something to think about.
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Renard