The Runaway....

For T....

What’s my name?  My name doesn’t matter cos’ most of the time people don’t remember it anyway and the other half of the time I change it.  So let’s just pass on the name thing ok? ....
I guess what you call me is a runaway.  That doesn’t get it either cos’ most of the time we’re running to someplace as much as running away from it; Running to somebody who’ll understand and listen without judging us when we fuck up.   We’re supposed to be allowed to fuck up right?  At least that’s what I thought.  It’s how you learn.  You’re working so hard to be daddy’s little princess and mama’s pride and joy that sometimes you just wanna scream and be left alone.  And then you scream and nobody hears ya and ya just wanna find a place where it’s ok to be you.  You can be scared or confused or angry or just…quiet.  Where you can just be you and it’ll be alright cos’ its you that you want them to love..the you part of you.  That’s why my name doesn’t’ matter because until you love me, neither do I.....

//signed//

The Cat's Purr

The nerve of some people! Dating via text is NOT OK!

Current mood:cynical

Ok, so let's just cut to the chase...since when did it become OK to ask a person out via text message? Yeah don't answer that cuz it aint! The nerve of some people, especially ones that is supposed to 'know' you...somewhat. Now dude asked me out or to "kick it" on more than 1 occassion via text. I didn't answer the first ones initially cos' I felt he didn't know any better. But then one day I decided to tell him why I didn't answer such texts. Mama always said if a person offends you tell them about it, if they do it again after that then they did it on purpose so you may proceed to light their asses up. Hell, they are subject to what they get. So, tell me why his ass asked AGAIN via text? Yeah don't answer that one either.  And he thought the shit was funny! Its hard for me to believe I didn't get my point across the first damn time. Yeah, yeah I get that he "maybe" shy and all of that yada yada blah blah but I mean seriously, do I look like a hoe? Do I even remotely carry myself like a chicken-head or hood-rat? Then why oh why does he continue to TEST MY GANGSTA!?  Now I don't consider myself old fashioned or conservative (if you think I am, pause and take a look at the photo gallery and come back...I'll wait) cos' I am far from it but damnit I am a fucking lady...and one that curses! Its no harm in picking up the damn phone and asking me out. It takes all of 8 seconds to dial the number (2 seconds if I'm in ya Fav 5), 6 seconds to let the phone ring and hear my voice, 4 seconds for me to think about it and give U a yes or no answer, 60 seconds for us to actually confirm the date, 10 minutes to shoot the shit and 3 more seconds to bid fare-thee-well. All in all it takes well under 30 mintues for the full transaction so I don't wanna hear that "shy" bullshit.  If U find it so daunting to follow these easy steps than maybe I'm not the one you desire to kick it with. And whatever female gave you the impression that this shit was ok, may that bitch rot in hell with gasoline thongs on! Now back in the day..waaaay back in the day, I would have made an excuse for his ignorance and accepted his invitation but like I said that was waaaay back in the day as a D.I.T. (Diva-in-Training). IF I said it once, I've said it 100 time this year, This Kitty WON'T be taking NO shit from the male species this year! I've tried to be lenient, understanding, compassionate, tolerant, sweet, soft and laid back but damnit this year I'm going straight OBAMA-----Its time for a CHANGE! Yall mofo's need to get some 'ack-right' about ya and yes I said 'ack-right'...that's Act-right for the relationshiply challenged. I see right now yall don't believe fat meat is greesy! AAAhhhh the nerve of some people. I swear yall gone drive me to drink...I think I hear a cocktail calling me right now.  Its sad to see men still don't know how to approach and/or treat a lady these days no matter how old he gets. They seem to learn after they've gotten old, gray, toothless and impotent but that's like tits on a bull...useless. I'm convinced that there are only 2 perfect men in the world and that's my Daddy and "Him (insert smile)". I also see that this dude in question blantanly doesn't know a Queen when he's in the presence of one so.....OFF WITH HIS HEAD!
Hmmph, he don't KNOW me like dat!

//signed//
The Irritable Cat's Meow

Stupid People Irritate Me At Times

A woman tells her daughter, "Homosexuality is wrong & it's not God's plan 4 u."

Bitch how do YOU know what God's plan is for anyone? Did yall have a personal discussion about HIS plans for someone else? How do YOU know that being straight was his plan 4 your ass? How about talking to him about YOU instead of someone else. Why would the maker discuss someone else's personal business with you exactly? How do You know he didn't plan for you to be a nun or a waitress or something? Simple beotch! I get too upset when folk demean the sexuality of someone else. I mean really, do you have anything else to do besides judge? Hold up...don't answer that b/c its apparent that you don't. People never cease to amaze me!

//signed//
The Cat's Meow

Ten 4/Over & Out

It's appearing that guys these days are too busy to ask a girl out but out but have just enough "free time" to ask a girl over. I'm so weary of this concept. I get accosted on rare occasions by men and when I say rarely, I can count the encounters on one hand and half of the other in the past 7 years. If they do TEXT or call it's always to come visit or for me to visit them. WTF is that all about? At first I thought it was how I conduct myself but after further querying & experimentation I come to find that it's not all me. I've even tried dressing different (non sexy), non flirtatious (if at all) and totally not be myself and the dudes that encounter this side of me STILL call for an "over" and not "out". Am I that bad? What is the deal with meeting me/taking me OUT to have some fun? I know I'm not a perfect beauty queen (in my mind I am and that's all that counts) to everyone but I know I'm not the sister of Frankenstein. My personality is huge yet I am still humble and always conduct myself accordingly when in public. Is my light that bright that they are afraid of it? I mean really, what gives? I don't want to come to your dirty house and meet your boys. I barely know YOU! I don't want you in my house messing up my pink throne. I barely KNOW you. Why aren't they trying to KNOW ME? I see them sitting back all the time scoping the scene, shying away when I introduce myself, asking their friends about me or however they come about me but when it's time to put up or shut up I get the, "You wanna come over?" When I ask anything otherwise it's the "I'm really busy during the day" bullshit. Yeah I know it's just cuz they want the ass but GOTDAMNIT, DO ALL DUDES JUST WANT THE ASS?! It's really disappointing. I know there are many times when one's schedule is booked with necessities throughout the day. I'm one of those people. I work full time, go to school full time, I run my own business for what it's worth and I do community services but I do make time for people I wish to know. Why am I not afforded this same privilege? Am I not worth knowing at all besides the boom-boom room? When I don't put out it's a put off and that's cool but all men can't be the same. I've tried evaluating myself and altering a few things but now I know it aint that I give off this "I wanna screw" vibe. I've asked my friends that are known to be honest to watch me and give an honest opinion, male and female, and they don't see that vibe either. So what gives? Am I really that bad. The ones that do take the time out to KNOW of me somewhat is scared off, tell me how great and ideal I am just to disappear. It lightweight saddens me. I'm not trying to marry the dudes, I just enjoy a male's companionship every once in a while. Come to think of it, the one I professed my love for and to in February hasn't taken me out. We've been out but moreso under each other. After years of this, does he not want to be seen with me either? This suxs major ass. I'm giving up. Having a mate obviously is NOT for me.

//signed//
The Cat's Purr

NOT MR. LIFETIME

One problem we, as women have, is that we all too often stick around, stay round or pray around waiting for HIM to come around. We arrest our poor souls in hopes that he will change his mind about how he feels about us. Newsflash: People are who they are and love who they love. A tiger doesn't change his stripes. Sometimes we have a tendency to believe "he'll come around' or "he's just saying that he doesn't want a relationship b/c he's scared." Or try this one, "he's being this way because he's been hurt before." What makes it even worse is that our 'friends' will agree with our foolery. Well, do they really agree or just merely saying this as to not abuse and tamper with our emotions being as though we are in a fragile state at the moment? Subjecting someone with the responsibility of our happiness only makes us object ourselves. Who are you to put your happiness on hold? And just who are you to force your happiness upon someone else? I've seen women hold on to 'relationships' for YEARS in hopes of their 'boo' finally wanting to tie the knot, in hopes of him eventually saying "I love you" or ultimately agreeing to "be together". Trust me, I know. I've been there, done that AND bought the T-shirt only to see it was the WRONG SIZE Honey! If he ain't boo'd ya up in your first couple of years of marriage, why the hell would you give more years to NOT boo ya up?

People, especially men, will do what they want. If they wanna cheat...they will find a way. If they wanna watch the ball game...they will. If they wanna say I love you....they do. If they want your number and you are across the street....they will run a light, cut off the police or hold up traffic just to get the 10 telephonic digits that will connect them to YOU. Trust me I know, it just happened to me Saturday. They are not like us; emotional, analytical and sensitive. They do shit half the time just cuz! “Those that don't got it, can't show it. Those that got it, can't hide it.” ~Zora Neale Hurston. If he wansta boo ya up....he will. If he wansta say I love you...he'll say it. If he wants you in his life forever...nothing can stop him. Not rain, not sleet, not snow, not fear, not distance, not his past relationships, his mama 'nem nor his dog and definitely not his boys will keep him from treating you like HIS queen, his partner, his mate, his ace-boon-coon or the one who completes him. What we have to realize is that it's ok. It doesn't mean you're a failure if you walk away. It doesn't mean you are incapable of being loved if he (or she) is unable to do it. It doesn't mean you are not a jewel if he (or she) doesn't see your light. It means HE AINT THE ONE! 

If I've said it once I've said it 1000 times. Each person is in our our life for a reason, season or a lifetime. Stop trying to expand that one reason or migrate a season into a lifetime. YOU WILL FAIL! You can't fit a square block into a triangular mold. Ya just can't Cletis!  I don't know how many times I've "stuck around til he comes around" only to find out that he'll sooner not 'be around' in the first place. What has he lost but this here dime piece of a woman? NOTHING! What have I lost? I've lost time, patience, effort, emotion, possibly the one FOR me, myself and quite a bit of weight in the process. If you don't know math and is just pretty like me, you may not have calculated that I've lost more then he for I've lost me. And the nerve of us tryna up and get mad cuz HE didn't realize what he had? Ha! That's ok. A lot of us will get bitten in the face by an alligator that we didn't see swimming right in front of us. It means it was meant for us to see. He is merely a passerby. Don't get mad at him cuz he knows when the jig is up.  He was a reason or a season NOT Mr. Lifetime.

 If you had a baby by him and all of a sudden your 'love grows cold' with each other then guess what? Maybe he was a REASON. That reason was to bring forth that beautiful child. A child brings loved ones together, not create love where there is none. Quit harping that "I want my child to have both parents" song. That is bullshit and you know it! A lot of us (well not me cuz I'm allergic to kids) try to pull that 'its for the children' crap but I know better than that. You want HIM to stay for YOU! You aint fooling nobody Miss Thang but ya self. How dare you subordinate that child to witness the unhappiness of both parents cuz you can bare to let it go? Cuz you can't give up your live-in dick? Cuz you're too lazy, scarred and lack confidence in yourself to walk away. Get some SELF-esteem aboutcha, not some HIS-esteem Bish! Get it togetha! Why be complacent when you can be happy? You have got shit to do, a life to live, places to see and shit to learn to be giving someone all of ya good years in hopes of him 'coming around'. When will we ever learn? I'm glad I have. Have you?


You don't have to start over, just begin again. 
//signed//
The 'Learnt' Cat's Meow

How Rude Little Boy, How Rude!

If I ask U 3 times not 2 call me Fantasia but by MY name & u still do it, laughing each & every time b/c u get enjoyment outta my aggravation, don't get mad when I hand you ur lil punk ass on a mildewed platter publicly. It is rude & disrespectful & shows signs of a serial offender. Now ya boys get 2 laugh @ U 4 being cussed out. I asked nicely the 1st three times! If that makes me bitchy then so be it. I can't stand a blatantly rude ass person! Mama always said, "Baby when a person offends you the first time, tell them. Now if they do it again that means they did it on purpose. Then, you may commence to lighting their ass afire!"

Now they say this is this guy's way of showing me that he likes me. Well he just aggravated his ass out of a date (not that he was ever getting one with me anyway but moving on). Who does things like irritate people for shits and grins and laughs about it but children and serial offenders?  Murderers get a kick outta killing. Rapist get pleasure out of violating ones 'privacy'. Liars think it's funny to tell 'fib-a-lations' and lil boys get a kick outta of putting a frog down the backs of little girls. So is this military RETIREE still a freaking little boy? I don't find it hard to believe that maybe he is. This is such a pity. He needs to be happy that my daddy isn't here to serve him an ass whupping for disrespecting his lil Cat!

//signed//

The Irritated Cat's Meow

THE MORNING PAPER

So I've been scolded yet again by a loyal reader, Tawanna Johnson, yet again about blogging more. Her words, "Where is my morning paper? I know something or someone needs to be talked about! lol." This is truly funny to me, yet, oh so very, very inspiring. It has occurred to me that someone actually wants to hear shit I say...ya know...the mess I talk. You mean someone else is listening to me besides me? LOL What a freaking relief!

Yes Tawanna, there is something or someone that needs to be talked about and that someone is me! LMAO Isn't it always about me though? Great! Just checking to see if you were listening.

Her morning paper eh? Interesting comparison I'm thinking. Morning Paper...right now, I feel as though I'm living in a COMIC section, searching for the CLASSIFIEDS all while stopping thru the FASHION & STYLE section. Every now and then I'd search the WANT ADS to see if there is something I could use or if there is something there that wants me but that alone leads me back to the COMIC section where some days I feel like BLONDIE, having a DOONESBURY of a time in this nonFAMILY CIRCUS. Make ya wanna say DAGWOOD!!!!! The stormy WEATHER in my mind has me COOKING up all sorts of negativity right now and gatdernit I am NOT liking it one bit! But what's a girl to do but to BE STILL? Fuck that! I'm tired of being freaking-still! Is there anything out there worth being still for? Grrrrrr! I have so many ideas, so many things I need and want to do and in NO time to do it in! Right now, I wanna skip the morning paper, go back to sleep, sip on a martini, hide beneath the covers and wake up to a new day....a new year....a new me. But until then, whatever's in my flask will have to do.

//signed//

The Groggy Cat's Meow