Wednesday, March 31, 2010

So THIS is What's Hot in the Streets?

As most of the blogging world knows by now, there is a new hoe in town, and she goes by the name of "Kat Stacks." She started a blog revealing her sexual encounters with various celebrities, and later released two videos further detailing those encounters while simultaneously dissing the rappers because of their sex/money game (or lack thereof). If you haven't heard of her, look her up on Youtube (or as Kat Stacks herself would say, "Google" her).

For anyone that has read her blog and/or seen her videos, she clearly is not dealing with a full deck of cards. I decided to check out her Twitter page (only for further entertainment) and noticed that there were messages from some people saying things to her like, "You go, Ma. I respect you for standing up for yourself!"

Wait....what? Standing up for being.....a groupie? Since when was spreading your legs for a bunch of random men an admirable feat? What happened to being honored for curing epidemic diseases or teaching children how to read? From what I read on her blog and saw in her videos, she willingly had sex with these celebs; no one forced themselves on her. In her first video, she calmly (and proudly) proclaims that she "screwed the whole Young Money crew" then goes on to poke fun at them for being broke and bad in bed. Well what did you expect, sweetheart? Did you think they would pamper you with roses and jewels? I highly doubt that anyone from Young Money felt the need to impress a female that essentially allowed them to run a train on her. Why pay for the "Kat" when you can get it for free?

Another thing I don't understand is why this girl is delusional enough to think that she is "exposing" these men. As if the world is supposed to gasp in amazement and cry, "Oh no! Rappers have sex with groupies?! Who would do such a thing?" We all know what goes on in the entertainment industry. Karrine Steffans already beat you to it, Ms. Stacks. And even before her, everyone knew about it; it just wasn't laid out nicely in book form. I think the thing Kat Stacks doesn't realize is that the more she "exposes" these celebrities, the more she is exposing her own stupidity. I don't believe she is lying, only because I think it would be pretty damn pitiful for someone to concoct the stories she has told. (Bow Wow sent you home in a cab after you gave him oral sex? You were stood up by Aaron Carter? What self-respecting human being makes this up?) But nothing that she says is exactly ground breaking when it comes to groupie tales. Unless she can tell me that Gudda Gudda has a sixth toe or Bow Wow has golden leprechauns dancing in his house, she really ain't exposing shit.

One thing I can thank Kat Stacks for: finally giving a face--and a voice (albeit, an annoying voice) to the many anonymous groupie tales out there. I now know what her kind look and act like. How unfortunate it is.

Friday, March 26, 2010


I would like to know when (or if) there will ever be a day when I ask someone for advice, and I get more than a blank stare or a question to answer my question. I don't ask for advice very often, so when I do, tell me something dammit! And don't just tell me the same shit I already know. If I knew what to do, I obviously wouldn't be asking you what I should do. Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Fuck it.

Thursday, March 11, 2010


Another dreary day in a dreary city. Wasted $8 on parking and a 1/4 gas to go downtown and hear some shit that I already knew. Why can't people just tell you shit over the phone?

I have come to a conclusion: being nice and doing the "right thing" in life apparently gets you nowhere. Being conniving and knowing how to work the system will keep you on top of things. I thought I was so smart, but over the past few weeks I am slowly learning that I am younger and dumber than I care to admit.

I'm no angel, and I have done my share of wrongdoing, but for the most part, I consider myself to (generally) be a good person. I don't bother people, I rarely talk when I'm around strangers, I don't stir up drama just for the hell of it. Yet I make one slight misstep and it has now cost me my job and quite possibly, my sanity. Then I look around at snaky bitches who slither around their jobs, homes, and friends, gossiping and starting shit simply to keep themselves entertained...and they're doing fine. Not because what they're doing is right, but because it's not illegal.

So this is what life has come to? Do whatever the fuck you want, ruin other people's lives if you want, but just don't break any laws? That literally makes me sick. That and the taste of this too-damn-sweet sweet tea. I don't even know what to say or do. I feel trapped, like a rat in a maze, with snotty-nosed five-year-olds laughing and pointing at me. The rest of the world has moved on but I'm still stuck. My mom keeps saying, "You're young, this isn't the end for you" but that's not comforting whatsoever. Nothing is comforting. I am un-comfortable.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Youtube Gem.

In the midst of a lot of darkness, there are a few small things that light up my life. This jewel here would be one of them:

Haven't Updated this Shit in a Minute.

Just a quick post since I realized that I haven't written any new posts in a long while. Ummm.....not much to update really. Lol. Still unemployed. My days mostly consist of sleeping until 4 in the afternoon, then waking up to check my favorite blogs, Facebook, e-mail, bank account (which is steadily dwindling), etc. Then a half-ass job search and send a few resumes out. Try to find food in between job hunting. Then attempt to go to bed at a reasonable time and stay up until 4 or 5am anyway.


My roommate is telling me that one of his friends can get me a waitressing job. Is it bitchy that I have no desire whatsoever to be a waitress? I tried it for about two days last year, but got let go because I wasn't "bubbly" enough. Besides that, I just can't get with that whole "Work your ass off and get paid $2 an hour plus tips.....if people are nice enough to tip you" thing. I have bills to pay, rent due, and I just don't feel comfortable depending on the kindness of strangers to sustain my livelihood, because from my experience, people ain't too kind. I've come to the conclusion that a "waitress/waiter" is the modern word for "slave."

I may be subconsciously sabotaging myself because I have given myself until the end of this month to find another job before I say good-bye to ATL for good and pack my shit up to go home. And if I don't really look for a job and refuse to work as a waitress, that would mean I have no choice but to go home, right?