Tuesday is the day to go out and vote. I’m not sure why many of you haven’t taken advantage of early voting (if it is available to you).

What’s even more annoying is when I watch TV and see that there are still people who are undecided on who it is that they’re voting for. WTF? If you don’t know by now, your ass just needs to have a seat and not even try to vote. Have you not been watching TV at all?

Anyway, seriously people…voting day is always a hectic day. It’s a headache for EVERYONE involved. But I am begging you…if you are able to vote, get out there and vote. If you don’t have a ride, opt for public transportation or even check the internet for your areas voter transportation service. Almost every city usually has them. This has been the most important, historical voting season and of course, you want to be a part of history, right?

Don’t miss out! Stand up and be counted!

If you’re 18 or 118, get your ass out there and VOTE on Tuesday, November 4th!

…and when it does, I get to acting stupid.

I dunno what my fascination is with personal ads. I think that one day, I was browsing Craigslist and found the area called “The Best Of.” In that, they had all types of hilarious ads that had me bawled over in pain from laughing so hard. Many of those ads were personal ads. After a while, I became obsessed with finding these ads myself and submitting them to the site for the Best Of edition.

Anyway, so I’m browsing today and found THIS little gem. Can anyone tell me what’s wrong? Allow me…this dude thinks he’s slick; trying to convince some chick that he’s truly ready to settle down but all throughout the post, he’s talking about getting out of Chicago. And it doesn’t stop there. He lays on the line of “looking for someone who moves fast,” aka: Would you be willing to let me move to Georgia, stay with you, and play relationship until I get my shit together?

I be damned. But I betchu everything I’m worth that there are mad females who are responding to this man’s ad b/c there are MANY women in Atlanta who want to be boo’ed up and will accept someone just ‘getting it together’ just to say that they have someone.

And then THIS guy. SMH. First off, I can’t stand people who apparently take camera phone pics of pics. Bad quality camera phone pics at that. But, is that not Bow Wow’s 13/14 year old pics? I mean, word? So dudes swagger jack on pics like females do? Wow! Who woulda thunk!? Talkin’ ’bout “I Look DUMB Good!” Nah, negro…you just look dumb. Sitcho’ Ass Down!

Personal ads crack me the hell up! Be on the look out for more as I find them.

PS: Is 50 Cent serious when he says “There’s never been a mogul like me?” Don’t make me page Diddy!

From a photographic stand-point, this is an amazing shot.

From a regular chick stand-point, I am absolutely green. Moreso than T.I.’s shirt.

I’m so jelly!

…who gets these weird ass messages?

No, really! Have I been secretly ordained as the one to send this weird shit to?

I can’t do anything BUT shake my head! I swear, the internet is a nutty place and people are even MORE nutty!

*looks at clock*

It is 4:47am. And I am up. No, I am not still up from yesterday. I went to sleep hours ago.

What’s the problem, you ask? I’ll tell you. I was laying in bed in a deep sleep when all of a sudden *bang, bang, bang.* Somebody was knocking on my window. Immediately, I get a little scared b/c nobody here knows me but Dee, and I KNOW she wouldn’t be knocking on my window at this hour. So I let it go, go back to sleep. Two seconds later, *bang, bang, bang.* I hear it again. Again, I decided to let it go b/c I don’t know anyone that would be banging on my window at this hour and I knew that all the people on this hall had a key to get into the locked door. After it happened again, my fear of danger checked out at register 9 and I FURIOUSLY opened my door. I looked at the window and it’s some ‘kid’ standing there. He’s not somebody I recognized but again, my ‘fearless’ attitude at that moment didn’t care.

I pulled the door open and asked him if he had a fucking problem (YES, JUST LIKE THAT). He told me that he was trying to get to the girl that stays next door to me and didn’t have his cell phone to call.

What? You mean to tell me that you just knock on the windows of chicks that you don’t know b/c of some damn booty call that’s obviously not meant to be? I proceeded to curse him out and went back into the room.

After I did all that, I STILL felt as though I had not done enough. Listen, it is hard as hell for me to go to sleep, but even moreso when I’m sick. Getting into a great sleep is like winning the lottery for me. SO, I knock on her door and he unlocks it. I push the door open further and say to her “Listen, I don’t know if your little friend told you, but do you know that this irresponsible son of a bitch just woke me up out of my sleep by banging on my window at 4 something in the morning.”

The words ’son of a bitch’ left my mouth before RATIONAL Jia could think to control them. But again, when I’m pissed off, I have NO concept of danger. None whatsoever. I am not saying that this is GOOD but when I’m super pissed, I don’t think “Oh, what if this person has a gun or what if that person has a knife.” By then, I don’t give a fuck b/c I feel disrespected.

So she just laid in bed and the whole time, dude is talking to me, trying to tell me (again) why he did it. He said “Look man, you talking to me like I’m a little kid,” to which I responded “To me, mutha fucka, you are a fucking kid…you’re a kid who irresponsibly leaves his cell phone at home and knocks on the windows of strangers so you can get some ass that’s probably not gonna happen.” This jigga says to me “Well, how was I suppose to get in if the door is locked? I had no choice!!”

I don’t give a shit if Jesus is standing at the door and telling you to knock on MY window! If I’m standing here NOW, telling you don’t let that shit happen again, you better not let it happen again!

I slam the door and walk away.

I don’t care what anybody thinks of how I handled it. Don’t wake me out of my sleep b/c your ass is irresponsible and wanting some pussy at 4 something in the morning. FURTHER, don’t tell me how to talk to you when your raggedy ass woke ME up!

Oh.My.GOD! I am so pissed off right now that I can’t see straight. I can not WAIT to get the FUCK out of Chapel Hill!!

Just as an FYI, the site is going to be up and down as I figure this thing out.

YES, I know that “archives” isn’t spelled correctly..and I also know that you can not click the tabs up top yet. But again, I’m working on it. Shit takes time.

bye.

Alright, I’m a huge fan of being seen and not heard. There are some people in this world who have NO business EVER opening their mouths, unless it’s to insert food or speak when they’re hurt. And even then, write it down.

Does he not have a publicist to help him at all? I mean, if it’s that damn serious, Soulja Boy, I will build a PR company from the bottom UP just to ensure that your ass never EVER says things like this again. Then again, that’s probably not a good idea. You might not pay me.
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Last week in Atlanta, I got to interview Soulja Boy Tell Em. I found out just how young he really is. He was one of about ten rappers I interviewed in one day for my BET show, The Black Carpet. I decided it’d be fun to give all the rappers part of the Proust questionnaire. I thought it’d be a way to get beyond image and into who they really are. Most of the guys gave good, thoughtful, intelligent, sensitive answers. I asked Juelz Santana, “How would you like to die?” He said, “Loved.”

Then came Soulja Boy Tell Em. I asked him, “What historical figure do you most hate?” He was stumped. I said, “Others have said Hitler, bin Laden, the slave masters…” He said, “Oh wait! Hold up! Shout out to the slave masters! Without them we’d still be in Africa.”

My jaw, at this point, was on the ground.”We wouldn’t be here,” he
continued, having no idea how far in it he’d stepped, “to get this ice
and tattoos.”

Why on earth is this man so sexy to me?

I love him *sad face*