Stankyness

I don't write much and I should. I have the time... I let my house fall to shit. I hoarded so much crap that didn't belong to me for no reason. I mean my ex-husbands crap, my ex-girlfriends crap, ex-friends crap, current friends crap, sisters crap, mother's crap... just a whole bunch of crap.... so I threw it all out. *Kanye shrugs* I am not a storage facility theses people have homes of their own and they storing their junk here... phew I threw all that crap to the curb easy. Now my house looks empty for the 1st time since I brought the joint...
I need a friend to drive around to yard sales and thrift stores to fill my home with crap I actually like... I want a second hand beautician chair with bright vinyl...
mmmmm possibilities

Black History Month: The Season of Giving & Receving

Well damn... I guess we all need to be on our knees in the name of Dr King.
~Thanks for setting us back another 50 years

Lowlights in Black History: OJ Simpson

Well I know I'mma get some mix responses about this one, but Orenthal James Simpson you have failed your race. Not only did you murder your white wife and her "friend" Ron Goldman and got acquitted, your dumb duck ass is sitting in jail now for a bunch of charges related to a robbery damn near 11 years later. You are a desperate individual whom could have been great. You are a shining example of the phrase "black people can't have shit". Millions in the bank and you were still so unhappy with your self that you beat your wife until she put you out your home, 5 years later you murder her.
I also fail all black people whom celebrated after his acquittal. You negros celebrated that this man got away with MURDER and tried to claim that your celebratory attitudes were due to "a black man you loved not going to jail" Do I need to point out that OJ was unemployed after his acquittal? He was so desperate for money he wrote a book about "if he did it". Our community basically turned our backs on him, we treated OJ so bad he did even get a chance to present an award at the BET awards or nothing! So where was our communal love for OJ then? Futher more if you spent your hard earned money on an OJ shirt back in 1995 please go find a bridge and think about your life, because I am pretty sure you have continued to make poor decisions to this date.

Cry Baby

I honestly think I cry too much. Am I just an emotional person?? When I am angry I cry... When I am sad I cry... but for some reason I never had the "tears of happiness"... IDK maybe I am deeply broken or something. Like I am totally oblivious of the whole crying at weddings thing and often being near someone or even watching someone on TV crying tears of joy make me uncomfortable. Uncomfortable to the point where I either remove myself away from the happy cryer, change the channel, or close my eyes. I think there must be something deeply wrong with me because I am sure that that isn't normal... but then again they haven't made a pill for "happy cry aversion" yet and I am far from normal.

well...

yeah so...

Life is pretty darn crappy, and pretty awesome at the same time. My pregnant ass sister and boy friend robbed me... as if I can afford to replace the crap. She, her baby, and her man can swallow multiple dicks and die. Then she stole my identity... Crack heads are just so technologically a head of the times now huh? That crack hoe took credit cards out in my name and goes to the hospital and use my name. I am so done with her.

Awesomeness... I got a car, she isn't road ready but I dont care, 1975 Mercury Grand Marquise wagon. and she is one sexy bitch.

My crack slut bag of a sister has returned to New York so I no longer fear having to shot my sister in the face for trespassing (something that I would have little to no remorse in doing, but will make my mom terribly sad) So that brighten up my universe a tad.

I feel like I have anger issues... and I am sure its true.

I need to be more creative I feel like I am slacking... and I am sure thats true

blah

I realized that I know quite a few douchey people... Many of which take them selves too seriously but in the same breath dose nothing serious. Meager accomplishments, lousy disposition, messiah complex, and attention seeking. Yeah total winners (HEAVY eye roll)

What else is new...

I got some awesome straw hats for a $1 each I brought 6... Zeus ate 2 I think they shall become awesome tonight.

took some pictures of some of my awesome jewelry

graduated marble necklace

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Hot.

Gosh darn it! it's HOT!

I made dinner... mmmm chicken mashed potatoes & sweet peas...

t still freaking HOT.

That is all.

Adventures to 7Eleven (an actual dialouge)

Man: are you single
Moo: NO
Man: You Got any sisters?
Moo: I am going to be frank with you... you do not own the mental capacity, fiscal capacity, nor do you have enough Ritalin to even converse with any of my sisters on any level
Man: That's deep... so can I get your number?
Moo: No
Man: Why?
Moo: Because I forgot it, I have Sometimerz
Man: is that cure-able?
Moo: I forget if it is or not
Man: Damn ma' that's debilitating
Moo: so was this conversion

Holy CRAP

I had such a long week/LIFE... and I am just about everything to just PAUSE... I am stressed beyond stress... but for some odd reason things don't seem SO bleak... Just slightly hazzy... so I guess that's a plus

I hurt my crotch on the banister in my house... and a puppy that looks like my dog showed up in my yard... and I am adopting it... against everything my GF says... I am naming him Hercules... I love him... Pics up soon of my new guy... any who...

Its all about tha Bizzznasss

The business cards are ready to print and I think I did an excellent job with them... a few hours on Photoshop and voila

The front

The back

Up Late

I got a fucking cold... I keep waking up... and the girl friend is denying me a iced beverage (water & tea) Damn I am in a funky mood... and I'm out of Robitussin... What the hell????

ooo my crafting swap is done! yay... I gotta send that bad boy out though.

I think I am in the mood to partake in some extracurriculars and fall back to sleep

iCramp

OMFG... Sweet baby Jaysus... iCramp.... & iHurt...
Womanhood... in definition: My ovaries makes me stronger than any man...
I need a drink... I need to do laundry... I guess I do that tomorrow at the same time...
I got a entry for the Por Que Jaysus Chronicles but i don't think its too funny... My grandpa is dead... My ex husband is working my nerves... My sister is a bitch... I been unproductive... I need a gym... I want to hit someone in the face, nuts, & neck...
iCramp

Artist Speaks: For My Mother

This is a portrait of Cecelia Zeigler... She is my mother... and I love her very much
I made this using water colors and masking fluid.

Happy Birthday Mommy

Por Que Jaysus Chronicles: Drunk 4 Year Olds in DRAG will ROB YOU

For your viewing pleasure I present to you 2 minutes and 10 seconds of total WHAT THE FUCK...


Is it me or is there something fishy going down in the burbs....
He is twisted off of some of the finest malt liquor... he sneaks into you houses... opens your gifts... puts on your dress... I am not sure if he is a revolutionary in the making or is in the pre-stages of becoming a pedophile... But he is 4 years old and clearly needs Jaysus...

Who are you lying for?

Everyday battles are lost everyday.

Everyday lies are fabricated everyday.

So who are you losing for? Who are you fighting for? Who are you lying for?

In a life of battles... and battle stories are we honestly fight the correct battles?

We fight to stay alive... proven with every breath we take.

We fight to remain conscious with every blink we make...

We are lied to everyday

Lies based on the lies of fathers of lands that never wanted us.

Lied to from the time we lay in the cradle

Lied to until we lay in the grave

Lies fabricating false security in a fight

I have created lies based on lies fed to me by life it's self

I am a liar

I have never lied for my self

Who am I lying for?

I fought for everything I have in my life

Now I am ready to stop fighting.

Let the battles fight them selves

Let the liars fulfill them selves

Let the lies I've told dissolve to dust

Am I surrendering?

Whats a surrender with nothing to surrender?

Whats a surrender when there is no one to surrender to?

Just rambling

Reoccurring "Dream"

My child self can't be saved. But most nights I dream about trying to save my child self.

I am running and screaming and losing my breath. Stumbling and shouting for my self to run away. But she just sits there on that stoop on Nagle avenue hands to her chin watching me. I always get to the court yard but I never get close. I run and I run and the court yard gets longer and longer.

I remember my innocents at that time, my eyes wide and bright. What hope I had, what dark secrets and pain I held.

I scream "run away Ashley run!" but all I do is sit there... in that tattered rose colored outfit and a pair of two small shoes... I know I cant save my self from the evils of my past, I know that screaming to my younger self will not keep me from the pain I endured and the abuse that I suffered through... but I keep doing it.

And thats my version of a good nights rest

Por Que Jaysus Chronicles: Mouth Wash

Some times I have to ask Jaysus... WHY??? Then there is times that I have to ask Jaysus WTF?!?!?!
Today I am documenting the madness that I witness on the Holy Grail of hot mess, sewer activity, and occasional awesomeness New Jersey Transit local route bus... Alcoholism at its very best... a older man in his 50's drinking mouth wash. This was not the travel size mouth wash either... full on family dollar brand heaping bottle of green mouth wash that he casually placed to his mouth and performed what I call the tornado gulp...
Definition: Tornado Gulp: When a person drinks a bevrage out of a bottle at such a rapid pace the remaining liquid in said bottle spins in a to a tornado-like funnle. Best achived when holding the bottle between a 135 and 180 degree angle to your mouth.
Then he coyly placed the top back on to said bottle and slid the huge bottle into his jacket... Por Que Jaysus?
But on a lighter note... I am sure his drunken burps smell awesome...

The Ghetto Ain't a Place its a Mindset

So this is a lesson I learned many moons ago... but every now and then I get a chin check from life and get reminded...

People are ghetto... Places aren't

I lived in New Jersey for over 4 years. Its a wonderful place compared to the rat filled streets are Harlem. In New York schools are pretty CRAPPY and on top of that we don't have any pools. I come to New Jersey and every damn school has a pool. These dumb mothers out here are too young to raise their children and to ignorant to learn how to. Your kids schools have pools... thats says that there is money in they system to educate your child but these "parents" don't enforce the mindset of gaining knowledge... Instead the show their children the "get them before they get you" mentality... "Keep up or get left" is the life these dump mothers are living... so 3 pair of Jordan's later there is no food on the table. These people fight to get section 8 but don't fight to keep their children in the correct grade for their age.

The woman across the street from me has a daughter that is 10 years old in the 3rd grade. This same woman has 5 kids and they all share a bedroom with her. She lives in a 3 bedroom house along with her father mother niece nephew and some other random broad whom I am unsure her status in the family.... and NO one has a job.

Last night around 11 PM my next door neighbor's daughter got shot two times in the leg and it was in front of the house across the street... Then they to proceeded tell the cops to "fuck off" when they wanted to ask questions.

My next door neighbor and her kids are also unemployed ghetto ass gutta butts. So I am sure the girl whom got shot had that shit coming to her. Hot in the ass and another advocate for not raising your own children the girl who got shot been in the rear of police vehicles for violent shit and some non-violent shit. Her mother is half ass raising her daughter. And I am sure she did a shitty job raising the ingrates she call her children as well

I am just too done what people putting their minds in ghetto solitude... we really need to do better.

Self Discrimination

Today I do what I normally do and go to work. I been working for this company for a little longer than 3 years. I wear what I normally wear and I know that I am not dressed "normally" cause well I am not normal... (That's a whole different blog all together so I'm not even going to go there) As I enter the building I see the group of people who clean some of the offices in the building. I seen these guys before and hand a similar encounter with them before but tonight's encounter was one weird enough to write about.

It is a little before 11 PM cause I work the slave ship grave shift and I swipe my key card to get into the building and the guy says "hey!" I politely say hi and head to the elevator... He ask if you don't clean this building what exactly do you do... now a few months back he asked me if I clean the building and I told him no and went about my business; tonight, however I was in the business of entertaining fools so I decided to humor this man.

I asked "why do you want to know?" He laughs...
"I missed the joke" I retorted as I pressed the elevator button
"You are also missing your broom" He said
I turned to him and showed him the kindest smile I could bring to part my lips
"I know no sista would be working in here doing more than broom pushing and window cleaning... there is no reason for you to lie to me. So let me ask you a question sis... Where do you keep your supplies cause it would be easier for me to leave some of my cleaning stuff here too" He continued.
Now as bold as this man was and a hormone ripped I was... I turned to the elevator walked in and let the doors closed. I took six deep breaths.... One Two Three Four Five SIX... I didnt feel any better so I pressed the 1 button watched the elevator doors open and steped back out into the lobby and it was like my mouth opened and words flew out in the most nastiest form that I could ever fix my lips to make
and it went a little something like
"I work here you ingrate... you chose the life you live and not I. I did not give you your broom and you did not give me any of the books I had to read to get this fucking job. My fucking brown skin has nothing to with the pinkish color of my brain but it is more than obvious you blame your brown skin for the brown shit that pours out of your mouth. Now IF i had a broom here in this building I assure you sir that I would have retrived it to shove up your rectum. Now let ME ask you a question bro... Why do you blame YOUR race for you pipe dreams only accumlating to vacums and dirty mop water?"
I watched as his jaw hit the floor and I waled back into the elvator pressed 6 and looked him dead in the eye as the doors closed...

BTW I was wearing this outfit
Lime green peacoat
Pink hoody
ripped jeans
pink leggins
black Chucks

Tardy??

I hate to wait for and on a perpetual habitually tardy person. My girlfriend is one of those people. If you would have asked me last year "Mocka what people do you HATE?" I would have said "White racist and Late Nigros" I no longer can say I hate late nigros because the woman I dearly love is one! He on going denial of it is sicking. When we were first dating she would ask me to call her at 7 AM to "wake her up for work" so everyday 7 AM I would call her and everyday at 7 AM she will fall back to sleep for anothe 1/2 hour to hour and a half.... and she can't understand why she was always late? Lateness drives me bizzerk! I cant stand it... its like my people really believe that CP time is a real thing to live by.... no nigros... there is standard time (12 hour clock) and military time (24 hour clock)... CP time is a slur why live by it! Ok I am done ranting

Keep it tight people!

Mocka