Lazy post

If you live to be 100 years old but don't do the things with your life that really mean something to you, then life is too short. But only because you clipped it yourself.

Hair

Hair is such an important thing. And now more than ever to black women it seems. I mean, it has always been that thing that will keep us home or have us out in the streets shining like Queen Nefertiti. There are millions of haircare blogs and websites and tutorials to help keep us coiffed, but lately I've been thinking it is all too much. I have been natural most of my life. Of my 34 years, only 6 of them have seen relaxed hair. In the grand scheme of things, that doesn't mean shit. You could have the dopest twist out and be the ugliest bitch to people. I have seen and experienced it. Not to mention, when the shit you cook with gets mixed up with the shit you put in your hair, something has got to give. Don't get me wrong, your best face and hair should always be presented, along with your best personality. Just let your best be the real shit. So if your nappy shit is your best shit and it's your  real shit then I want it. Don't spend your Saturday doing flat twists with perm rods on the ends and then being a bitch all Sunday.

Funny Actin'

I think that sometimes I am funny acting. I don't try to be. But for some folks, I just drop off the face of the Earth--on purpose. I can help it, I choose not to. Now, don't get me wrong. I am a great person, in my opinion. I go to church. I feed the hungry. I clothe the naked. Outside of my potty mouth, I am a gem of a friend, until one starts to get too needy. I guess that makes me a funny acting, fair weather friend. I just don't like absorbing other people's problems. I don 't loan money as a rule. I will give you all the advice you need, but once I see that you keep running into the same problem over and over and over again, I get off the ride at the next exit. Heck, I pull the car over and walk the rest of the way. Why? because if I take on someone else's issues then by proxy so does my husband and kids. So I back the hell off. When I figure that I've given you enough time to put on your big girl panties and handle your scandal, then I come back. I had a habit of taking on too much and then completely taking over a person's problem. Folks didn't learn and they never appreciated me. It caused stress in my marriage and me, with the temper the size of an ant's nipple, I would nut up on folks for reasons that had to do with other people. No bueno. Since I have stopped doing this, I have also been able to delete contacts from my cell phone. My stress has been my own.

#31WriteNow

So, one of my favorite writers in the galaxy, Luvvie Ajai, challenged me (not personally, but I can dream and shit right?) to write for 31 days. I didn't know what the heaven to write about so I decided to write about whatever the fuck came to mind. This shit is going to have a lot of cussing in it though.

Some folks have said to me that it is unattractive for a woman to have a potty mouth and that is so untrue. My Soror Tanya is one of the most beautiful women I know. She is dope, she is hip, and she is a prolific muthafuckin cusser. (There is a red line under cusser so I guess that shit ain't a word but I don't know what else to put there). My mama cusses. She cusses in church, she cusses at work, she even cusses in front of HER OWN MOTHER! Now I can hang with the best of them but that is where I draw the line. I think the worst I have ever said in front of my mother is damn. My husband looks at me like I have two heads when I augment my language for my mother. He does this because when we are home I am all the sailors on all the ships in all the seas. One time I smooth cussed a lady out so good I think I caught the reverse holy ghost after. My husband calls me the Kraken and my son calls me the Hulk

I go to anger management for that shit. Every Thursday while I am on my way to my therapist, I listen to The Read and I get my motherfucking life. First off, I can't wait for that shit to download to my podcast on my iPhone every week and YES, I got my hulu plus subscription! Kid Fury. I wanna marry him and have all his babies! LOL! I love him and Crissle. I relate to him cause we are both from Miami and he is the shit and needs to walk around covered in toilet paper with toilet paper shoes. I am working up my nerve to send him in my read. I hope he passes his read and uses mine. I got a bitch who needs to be told. And Crissle is m spirit animal. She made me cry. While I was waiting for today's read to download, I went back and listened to an old read. The way she spoke about Trayvon Martin had me in tears. Kid Fury too. He may need to move his little brother up there with him after graduation. I mean New York ain't no better but shit Miami ain't shit. Also, If you are reading this, can you add an extra read a week and add Dustin to that one please. I love him. I'm that that bitch. I want that as my ring tone. Anyway, This one was not going to be profound, but just a warm up. I'm Shica. I'm 34. I love life. I'm tryna stop cussing. I am married. I got 2 kids. I speak proper English. But you probably won't get the from me all the time. Depends on what I'm talking about. I know MLA and APA from memory. That should tell you something. My favorite blogs are Awesomely Luvvie, Very Smart Brothas, The Root, The Cynical Ones, and Jack and Jill Politics. That should tell you even more about me.
What the fuck is this? Let me go eat my brownies. In the meanwhile, Riley can eat a dick. Goodnight.