OK-- my friend Sally are nail salon addicts and set up and appointment to go to--you guessed it--the salon. 

Called to confirm our meetup, drove there, metup and got our nails done. 

Upon leaving there's this dude about in his mid-50's hangin' about outside the salon. We seen him asking people for money. We chatted and said our goodbyes. The man literally waves at me and shouts, "Hi Carmela!!" I pause. It's my name. OK, wtf?! 

He narrows in on me intensely, inches closer and closer until he's about 4 feet in front of me. "Carmela, you're just as beautiful as I'd last seen you..." He said, eyeing me up and down like I'm the biggest ribeye he'd ever seen at Outback Steakhouse. His hand whipping around the lining of his coat, and onto his hip. I stood there frozen before muttering, "T-thank you but you must have the wrong person. You see, I don't  remember ever meeting you before."

He "tsk tsk tsk'd" me. He didn't believe me and tried leaning to smooch on me with his heavily alcohol-reeking mouth and I shoved him away even as he continued to push his way into my face forcefully. He doesn't know me. Even if he does, he has no right forcing himself on me. Oh and he rubbed my buttocks. WTF. I'm not his girlfriend and he has no right fondling me like this. I shoved him and ran down the street with him on my trail. I went home and cried a lil because I just couldn't help but feel ashamed like I somehow asked for it, like a lot of guys think when a girl goes outside in a short dress. 

 The very same people are the ones who vent about people taking advantage of them but don't have a problem fucking you over. Don't bitch and complain about people screwing you over but you are the one who's doing it. 

I am grateful for everything ungrateful for nothing.
I may not have everything I want but I have everything I need.

-Me, B

I'm not saying that I'm ungrateful I am just depressed. I don't know why sometimes. I guess because I sit around the house all day on the laptop and not really finishing my education, setting goals, and haven't even searched for a job let alone have one. I am happy to have a roof over my head, My Mom and Brother paying my way for EVERYTHING and wonderful family who loves and cares about me and I don't what I'd do without them. I don't think that I could ever live without them because they are my world and they are always there for and they give me everything and a purpose to want to live because when you love someone you are always there for them through the good times and the bad and that's all that matters. 

User Friends

I'm friends with this woman for several years and all she ever did was use my sister and I for whatever they could get their greedy hands on. They would try to conrince all of other friends that we were liars and whatever else they told them about us and try to steal our email addresses and even think they were slick to try and hack our new email addresses. Dorothy Davis was her name. You know who you are, bitch. You can say whatever you want but we all know that you are a lying greedy thief. She'll cry and put on a fake ass front to make it look like you are the liar but guess what bitch, you know deep down inside you're the fuck-up and always will be. She had the nerve to message me and say that she was worried about a friend and that she hadn't heard from him BUT what about my sister and I? You didn't even ask how we were doing, it's like you didn't even give a shit about us from day one and I know you didn't but at least make an effort, hoe. Your fake husband is even rude, ignoring me when I was talking at the restaurant, he's just like you, rude ass nigga.

Hey.

What in the world is dolleteer?

Well, I like dolls and I thought of a random word which so happens to be musketeer. You guessed it. I morphed the two.