The fed-up blog

Okay, I don't know what possessed me. Maybe I was under the irresistible spell of perfect-legged models who could make drinking straw fashionable. I really thought a pair of leggings and a nice tunic would boost my wardrobe and my confidence. Imagine my horror when they did neither.

I went to Dots this weekend and dug through the racks. Eventually I came up with a pair of black leggings with the annoying lace cuff (I've always hated those). While I had no intention of buying it, I reasoned that, 'hey, I could at least try it on... see what it feels/looks like'. It was an indescribable experience. I tugged them on with my back to the mirror (I wanted to do a dramatic turn and surprise myself). The look on my face when I saw them was absolutely priceless. The mix of terror, shock, denial and shame almost caused me to, like, self-destruct at the sight of my own image. It was like an anaconda had swallowed me up to my waist: bulgy and unattractive, trembling in some places. I should have known better I guess. I'm a size 14. Wtf was I thinking? Ah well. At least I bought a nice turquoise tunic.

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I'm not sure why, but at one point I joined "black planet". I think it was a rare moment of (for lack of a better word) Afrocentricity that spurred this on. As most of you loyal readers probably know, I don't quite "fit in" with the majority of my own people. I've always been ridiculed and teased, made to feel like an outcast and bullied. So, I've pretty much gone to the beat of my own drummer. But one day I felt like getting in step with my people. I thought this 100% African American community was a good way to do it. Also I think one of my co-workers was signed up and she wanted to have me as a buddy. Ultimately, I let the page fade into the background because I felt without pictures, friends or comments on it, I was just taking up cyberspace.

Now as you readers also know, I'm a married woman. Happily, I might add. I'm not looking for anything my husband can't give me. When I started out, I was simply dating him, so I posted that. Anyway, just when I had all but forgotten about my account, I received a message from black planet. Someone sent me pics of her booty in a thong swimsuit. After I deleted that mess, I checked out my profile and decided to update it. Yeah. Why not? I threw in a few recent photos of me and changed my status to "married". My self-summary was updated as well, to include my contentment with my husband. I made it perfectly clear I didn't want to "hook up" "get down" or any of that jazz. I was there to make friends and I thought I was tap-water clear on that. But apparently I wasn't.

How many guys do you think have sent me messages along the lines of, "You're beautiful, ma! I need a girl like you. Lemme know what it do..." Seriously, all you have to do is take ONE SECOND to read a person's profile before you contact them. Just one swift scan of their page and you'll know immediately if they are looking for something or someone.

I suppose it's not fair for me to take aim at BP, since it's only their website. They don't regulate how or if people read others' profiles. Still, it's the only community I'm connected to right now. I'd like to stop getting those "let's link up" messages from the hot boys posing by their cars and greased up bisexual girls with warm and running webcams. That's frustrating because geez if only they would READ MY PROFILE... Plus, I haven't made a single friend via this community.... and I've been a member for 3 years.

On the other end of the spectrum, I have joined nappturality.com and I love it there. So it's safe to say that BP isn't serving any purpose in my life but to drive me crazy. Good riddance.

Tunics, tunics everywhere....

I've seen the leggings trend blowing up all over. Ahhh, for all of its ridicule we revisit the 80s very often (peek at the bubble skirts, which I don't like at all, if you don't believe me). I thought it was an awful trend at first, black leggings. It makes girls with skinny legs look anorexic and girls with thick legs look ridiculous. I felt this way until I saw them paired with a tunic. That look is awesome! And when Victoria's Secret paired leggings with a boatneck tunic... I thought "Bring me my credit card, QUICK!" I'm not so sure about those purple leggings but I love that tunic top. They are so comfortable, and give off this general laid-back vibe. Plus, I'm nuts for boatneck tops. They are super sexy, in my opinion. They play with the neckline in a tasteful way that leaves much to the imagination and most are made with a super stretchy material that will showcase your tatas. I might be purchasing this $32 bit of desire. I love this top!!

Catnip Caper

Of our two kitties, Minette is the mellowed out one. She's the one that we leave loose in the house to frolic and play and explore. She doesn't scratch up the furniture, she goes back to her room to use her litter box and she's a fan of the cat scratch board in the dining room. It's all good. Serena is more likely to rip the loveseat apart and piss in the kitchen sink and knock everything off the top of the fridge with her tail.

Imagine our surprise when we came home to find the kitchen floor covered with catnip! I keep their nip in a drawer in the kitchen. I know that cats can open drawers if a) no one is home b) they have enough strength to push the thing open. The way I figure it, Minette had both advantages and dragged the bag out, turning the kitchen floor into "one giant doobie" as Sonny called it. LOL!

She's banished to her room for the week (no more exploring while we're out... plus I'm pissed that I have to prematurely buy more catnip!) and I'm almost certain she knows why we're angry with her. She was a pathetic sight with her little ears pushed back, and her eyes big and round as we scolded her for the mess, but her punishment will stick. She's a banished kitty.