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Hola SNTCC!…So I have a little rant I need to get off my chest. Let the crowd say AMEN! I’m just going to say it..…I think Facebook fucked us up. (you still reading?..lol)

Okay here’s why…how is it that we can have "friends" on Facebook that if we see in public, we would quietly walk by? What is the purpose of Facebook?

When I joined it in college (early 2000s) it was a site for college students only. I guess to connect you with people on your campus? It used to be an elitist attribute that college educated kids could only attain access to; A for members only club. Now they just let any old body join the mix. You don’t need to be in school, you don’t need to have a job; you don’t even have to be a person! Now they’re businesses on facebook and ads too…Really? Well haven’t we come a long way from the initial concept $$$.

Back to the foremost gripe at hand….It’s kinda weird how we may know someone on Facebook, but not really talk to them in real life. So maybe they should rename ‘friend requests’, and instead call them keeping up request, because that is all it is. The crazy thing is that we as a population bought into that shit. Why would we want people we don’t speak to, or know really well for that matter to keep up with our lives? Do we just like to stunt? (show-off for my tigther laced folks..love yall!)

Have you ever caught yourself looking at someone’s Facebook pictures and getting jealous? Feeling like your life was not as interesting as the persons' whose page you were looking at appeared to be?  Facebook depression, aint that some sh@%t…now your not good enough?! It’s crazy when you really sit and think about it.

And Facebook started this non-sense where employers can just Google you and find out how your weekend really was..smh.

O, and we can’t forget those who use Facebook to make themselves feel important, on there real philosophical with it….those every five minutes posters…clogging up your timeline..lol…I feel like twitter may be more appropriate for them.

Now I’m not saying we should ditch Facebook entirely, but maybe we should rethink how use it.

Fashion Week: Fall 2011

Fashion Week: Fall 2011

This month’s Fashion week did not disappoint! It is hard to even be completely excited by next fall, as I am still cold…lol…but the fashion is amazing. A few trends to watch our for. Fur, Wide legs pants/jeans, Wrap shirts/dresses,  ponchos, the Charlie chapin hat…(any hat you can find!), front pleated pants,

You also see the traditional black, but not a lot of chocolate brown. There was a lot of focus on the more washed out  coloring, but lots of color.

Fashion rookie Alexander Wang showed a lot of masculine touches in his pieces, undone hair,he still stayed true to some of the current trends like transparency, and seventies chic skirts in satin. He had a lot of oversized. BCBG Max Azria also followed this trend including beautiful pops of Pantone new coral and also a beautiful Caribbean blue.

Diane Von Furstenburg also following the trend with heavy emphasis on black and beautifull subdued brighter colors. She also introduced polka dots and a Knee length Mo-hair vest that was to die for! She also had beautiful gowns with these bright pops of color.

Max Azria stayed true to Mr.Ledger’s  essence and created a beautiful line that offered the trend with color and a power/militant sort of vibe with it.

Marc Jacobs was polka dotted out! Nothing more really to say…

I loved Naeem Khan so much I could not take it! With rich traditional fall colors he gave viewrs an attack of dresses.  Sprinkling here and there pants and suiting. The fall line is overwhelmingly sexy! He was just showing off!!

Proenza Schouler was giving us something refreshing, show bright and rich tones on velevet  and the whole collection displayed beautiful geometric prints.

Z spoke by  Zac posen was hot….and all black, literally almost every piece was black or had black in it, I was a little creeped out by the pale face and black lipstick though.

Funeral of a Friendship...

Hey SNTCC! This Eulogy is from July 2011. A lost rant that I am finally laying to rest...

You were never a friend, more like an overzealous acquaintance.

I don’t wish you the best, I wish you to fuck off and enjoy the hate that you have created.

If you are ever in need don’t call me, you don’t deserve my charity.

Drunken nights filled with mistakes, vomit stained carpets for me to have as takeaways. Your heels marching to the sound of the drunken versions of the songs you re-state.

You are a fucking puppet, your thoughts and opinions are determined by the way the wind blows today.

Loyalty to you is whoever will agree fastest with you.

If I was smart I would have looked at our friendship as a business investment to pursue. Buying up as much stock as I could in the tequila you consume.

I once felt sorry for you because I knew you didn’t know the woman who looked back at you. Now I know this is the only way it can be for you.

You blissfully choose ignorance, a coward with an agreeable smile. You do this so you can continue to hide from the monster you created on the inside.

Your words are empty and hollow, much like talking to an echo. A beautiful parrot you are, repeating back everything you are told to by your short tempered keeper.

Don’t ever make the mistake of ringing my number, once you burn a bridge you can’t go back the same way.

How dare you question the extent of friendship another is willing to face. There were times in my life where I was wishing and hoping that you might care and be there. Instead life was only about you.

Tears blazed down my eyes the day our friendship died, but with this little note. I lay it down forever as a complete joke, realizing and smiling, I have only happy tears now and I am of good cheer. I am not longer dealing with the judgmental pretender I used to fear.

If Only He Had a Brain....

Sorry SNTCC it’s been a while, but as time passes and seasons change the adventures continue with the same ole lames. Have you ever dated a guy who was dumber than you? Were you astonished at his lack of wit? Did you revel in the time it took him to complete a thought? Have you ever been tickled at how long it took both of you to draw the same conclusion? Once upon a time….there was a girl who thought looks could save even the most mentally destitute guy. Us girls may even admit to thinking as long as his dick is big, I’m good.  ((sad face)) They don’t even make AC Slaters' like they used to (a nod to all my Save by the Bell people!!).  Nowadays they come dumb, inexperienced, not exciting physically, and lacking the traditional masculine qualities the story books told us to look for. I think L. Frank Baum was on to something when he wrote the Wizard of OZ. If we could find a man that comprised all of the attributes the male characters of that movie didn’t have,  then maybe the dating scene would be in better shape.  Can I get a number one:  with heart, courage, and BRAIN!!! Lol…

"Sure Thing"...

Today I met my Miguel, we had a love affair in the first five minutes we met..... I was a fein looking for a hit. He charmed me with his smile and fucked me with his eyes. His lips said they wanted to kiss me. I was completely down, hoping and praying he wasn't teasing me. His hands invaded my body, taking my nipples as hostages, forcing tongue filled kisses on them. I plotted my revenge on his tantalizing body. When he took his shirt off I licked the rolling hills of his valley. He treated me nothing like a friend, only like a lover who had been evading his attention. There was no mercy; he was proving a point with the tip of his penis. He was writing me a love letter explaining why I was fated to be only his in the end. My body was like clay and he was a demanding sculptor creating curves and pivots in the alleys of my pussy that had never seen company like his kind before. This love was a sure thing. The best thunderstorm my body had ever experienced, no need for an umbrella. He begged to feel every drop of rain. On a bad day he is my always in stock, elixir....curing my body of any tension that may reside between my pretty little legs. You can bet that, never gotta sweat that. Miguel puts that tension in its place every time. I quiver and drip re-living the flashbacks of the last time he left me paralyzed with pleasure....I hope I see him again, maybe this time we will actually speak.

Lovely Stranger

Lovely Stranger,

As I write you this melancholy melody I fight to hold the tears back, but in between breaths some still escape down the side of my face. Resentment leases my heart, where love used to stay. Who are you now; you are no longer recognizable to me by title or by face.

 Once upon a time you were the only one who really knew me, now you barely know my name. The person whose heart I chased after; anything to make you proud was my optimal ambition in life to sustain.

The characteristics I saw in you no one could ever live up to. I sulk in confusion, disappointing disillusion of who I used to know. In your words there was love, hope and comfort, now no longer adolescent I understand that words cannot be followed. Only the footprints of your actions should lead me to my conclusion of you.

 I can’t stop crying over the loss that I feel. It’s like you died but you are still here.  The decisions you made were not as they should have been, instead you did something different causing a butterfly effect tragic and lonely it seems in the end. Youthful joy and an elderly spirit cannot be protected now. You threw them in the midst of this unstable certainty; affecting their sense of trust and what they thought their lives would be. You perverted the roles in which we play; I hope it will all be worth it one day. When I look into the eyes of innocent smile, I am saddened because I see the desperation to hold on to something unknown that should be there, but instead we are left to stand-in.

Our relationship now is like keloid skin never truly healing within. What happens to the confused and disappointed faces; was the trade-off worth your selfish gratification? When you are not around there are times I forget you even existed; but then you appear and I can’t runaway fast enough from the memories you have awakened. I offer to help you with your bags, but when I turn to see how you are doing, I see that you are gone and you forgot all of your bags here with me. If foolishness is bound in the heart of a child, then I thank you for releasing me, my unexpected rod of reality. Now you are just a lovely stranger, an acquaintance with a charming smile who I feel like I knew in another lifetime. I constantly feel like you remind me of someone, but indubitably you are not that person.  You are just a lovely stranger that I care for.

What should we call a gypsy in its novelty form? When did this transition begin? When did the normalcy become too much for you to bear within? All my questions I need answers to, but I see no point in bothering you. My curiosity for the answers has faded as the years have gone by, the damage is done. I hope one day I will see you again with new eyes. It’s like we all have amnesia, can’t really remember right now what we used to be. I live now with photographs from the past of people I no longer see.