...is there an acceptable level of facial hair on a woman that's "cute?" :eek:

ONE HAIR is. . .just one, lol. This girl has like a manly beard.

To the Man I spotted today walking up the street digging up his butt: Yeah I saw you. . .
wearing your Colors Out On Ghetto Individuals sweater, shorts, white socks, and flip flops as you dug up your butt. . .tee hee.

http://www.coms.uconn.edu/ftp/users/...Black_1$58.jpg

to the folks at inroads NYC: i heard good thangs about yall, hooking the "minority students" up with paying internships over the summer, but i feel like yall shaftin me...calling me the day before i have interviews, and then when i show up (at 7:30 in the dayum mornin) telling me the employer was not showing up! then u ask me "how i got in 'here' without a business major." then to top it all off, i overheard employers (who are mostly white) talking about how they can only hire as many people as they can financially afford. word on the street is that yall are charging hefty fees for us to be "hired." yall are selling us to the white employers! maybe im blowing up for nothin? perhaps im hating cause i couldnt get an internship? u decide.

:end rant: :rolleyes:

To my girls: Let's keep on praying and working. We gon make it!!!!

To my Husband: DO you really need another power tool???

To Ms. Militant: Everything will be explained in due time...in the meanwhile stop being sooooo cheap!!!!!

To Hector: Congrats on your wedding...where is the rest of my money???

TO THE BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIA @ the Post Office that my mom patronizes: You betta be glad you had not said what you said about my mama in 1983 because you would have got the UNSAVED cussing out. . . You betta be glad I am 7 hours away because I might have made a trip up to the post office on her behalf and ACKEDEDEDED A SCRAIGHT UP FOO on your postal working azzzzzzzzzz.


Background: My mom has a P.O. Box at the post office on Warrensville Center Road. She went there Friday just before it closed like she always does. There was a slip in her box saying that she had a packich. ;) She went to the front counter to get it. THE BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIA told my mama it was closing time. :rolleyes: So my mom went to the packich door and rang the bell until someone NICE came and helped my mom. As the woman was helping my mama, the BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIA said ABOUT MY MOTHER, "she probably been home all day" :mad: In the words of IDEAL08, OH NOW WTF!!!!!!!!!! Yall I went off. My mama being the saved saint of God she is did not want to go off and affect her testimony. I told her write a letter. Go back and get her exact name and write a letter.


I WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH A MOTHER SUCKA WOOOOOOOOOOOULD!!!! I don't give a damn when I come, it's MY BIDNESS!!!! Yall I was so mad when my mama told me this. If they would have put the key in her box, she would not have disturbed nary a postal working soul.

SASAS:mad: :mad: :mad:

dayum :eek:

*hijack*

CT4, I'm about 50 minutes away from that post office. If you want, I can leave a hot ham sammich on the hood of said postalworkers car?!? ...just say the word, and it is mayo all down the front of that Ford Festiva :p

*end hijack*

not trippin on any GC'ers who may be proud owners of "cool" Ford Festivas...

I'll have to ask my mama what type of carra she drive. . ."she probably AIN'T GOT NO CAR. She probably a lifetime RTA RIDER!!!! SKANKY AZZ SO AND SO!!!! Superglue it to her car if she got one, though!!!!!

Shoot...do it! Messing with Cee Tee Fo's Mommy.

you got a flak-jacket? this is a postal worker we talking about?
Besides, I ain't sure I can just "go Brooklyn" on her ;)

CTFU

Dear Boobooski,


Baby I love you and all but if you mention that car ONE more time I will go Bernadean (sp?) from Waiting To Exhale on it. Okie Dokie?

Love Ya,
CountryGurl

To the BIA at work: Don't you eva lie on me again. Thank goodness I will be graduating in August, but let me tell you one thing. You have messed with the wrong girl. Now you may be able to play your little bitty games with past employees, but you are messing with the wrong sista. I know my rights.

To Hell, Inc: Yall might have given me a new responsibility at work that gassed my head up, but today I realized that I still need to be diligent with looking for a new job. Thanks for teaching me all of the new stuff. Hopefully I can use it at the next place that God has for me.