Showing posts with label The Ren Commandments. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Ren Commandments. Show all posts

Sunday, April 25, 2010

If Yo’ Girl Only Knew…Oh. Wait. She Does.

This ain’t ‘bout my ego; though I hate to lose

I’m gonna keep this one short. Peep the screen shot below, click to enlarge if need be.
By the way: If she leaves you alone long enough tfor you to browse the Internet by yourself and you decide to hit my blog, I just want you to know that I changed your name in my address book after you sent me these bullshit txt messages. Not that it matters, but I don't want you to go and get shxt twisted, flipped and generally confused. Hmm...I bet you she was standing right there to make sure you did it too, wasn't she? SMMFH

The fact that I just lost who and what I thought to be a really good friend hurts. However; the reason behind our friendship ending pisses me off.
I hate it when broads bxtches girls who probably won’t even be in the picture in six months make their man choose between them and a friend as I’m pretty positive this is what happened in my situation. It’s not fair, it’s not right and it makes you look really insecure ladies and that is not a good look for your life. If you think that your guy is cheating on you or that you can’t trust him and this friend of his whether it’s a girl or not, end it. Don’t put him in the position where he has to make a decision between one or the other because no matter which one he chooses, someone’s going to end up hurt and most likely pissed off in the end.
Fellas, don’t allow yourself to be put in a position where you have to chose between your girl and your strictly platonic friend(s) because believe me, she won’t stop there when it comes to making you choose between her and something else.
…I’m sorry y’all.  
Even with the day or so that’s passed since this incident occurred, I’m still very much annoyed, sad and more than a little bit hurt that it came down to this. But, it is what it is G, as you said, it was fun while it lasted”. You never should’ve had to make that choice, but you did so eh. I hope she was worth it and I since I still love you, I’m going to hold off on snidely adding ‘but I seriously doubt she is’.
Oh. Wait….

Now back to your irregularly posted blogs.

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Thou Shalt Not Wear it if it’s Not in Thine Size

Before anyone thinks that I’m goin’ after plus sized chicks, let the record show that I myself am a size 18 and I don’t care who likes it. Dress size aside, chances are good to better than great that I’m a better person than you so don’t think that you can judge me on my waist size.

Commandment Two:
If the shirt does not fit, you must ah…QUIT tryin’ to squeeze yo’ ass into it

Looking like ten pounds of oranges stuffed into a five pound sack of flour is not a good look.
Ladies, can we please start wearing clothes that fit our bodies and body types? Please?
Yes, that graphic tee may just be the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. It may even go with those two sizes too small shoes that you just had to get because they were on sale and they happened to be the last pair in the known world, but sweetie, if you know that shirt is four sizes too small, don’t even think about tryin’ it on. You can stop wit’ the little lies that you tell yourselves too and don’t sit there and act like you don’t know what I’m talkin’ about because I know that you do. Tryin’ to psych yourself out wit’ some “Well, I wear a 2x and that’s a little big on me, maybe I’ve been buying my clothes too big. Maybe I can fit this XL shirt and pull it off.”
The last thing you wanna do is go Hulk in the dressing room at Rainbow and rip through some cheaply made t-shirt.
Stop. That. Shxt.
Matter of fact, if you wear anything over a size 12, stay the fxck outta Charlotte Russe, Wet Seal, most Deb’s and Dots and don’t even think about tryin’ to find an outfit in your size or a pot of gold at Rainbow. Your best friend may be a size six and can comfortably fit all the clothes in there, but sweetie, you can’t. Don’t even try. The end result will most likely have you looking like you’re a bakery display case with the muffin top and rolls that you’ll have on display in a too tight outfit from some store that carries clothes designed for people half your size. Instead, you should help your bestie pick out an outfit for her then head on over to the nearest Torrid, Lane Bryant or Avenue and find something for you to wear.

Thou Shalt Keep it Sexy

So shall it be written, so it better be done.

I know you’ve probably heard this a thousand times since the first, but let me reiterate for added effect:
It’s 2010.
It’s a new decade. A new era in this, your life and times. It’s another chance for you to get it right and get it tight Ms. New Booty.
I’ve been paying attention to y’all as of late, and honestly, this ish needs to stop. As I already stated, it’s 2010. That means it’s time for all that lame, last decade shxt to come to an end. It’s not cute, it’s not cool and it’s not kosher boo-boo; no. Please, for the sake of humanity, allow me to upgrade you. No Beyonce.
Enter my fabulous self with The Ren Commandments (no sacrilege), an informative and insightful guide to a better you according to me.
I’m not about to act like I’m an expert or an authority on the subject of upgrading lives, I wouldn’t lie to y’all like that. However; I can provide the common sense that a few of you are lacking and a few tips and tricks that can aid you in becoming a better, more successful, quite possibly infamous in your own right, individual. But only if you let me. You could choose to stop reading here, but it’s 2010. Why be regular if you don’t have to be?

Ladies, this first one is for y’all.

Commandment One
Thou shalt keep it sexy in 2010 and every year after

I’m tired of my gender and my race being downgraded on a regular and too constant basis. I want you silly bxtches—said out of love and because I’m not willing to exert the energy necessary to learn your names—to know that you make life hard for the non-reckless females with their heads on straight like myself.
Stop that shxt and keep it sexy!
You know that old adage, “clothes don’t make the man” or in this case the woman? It’s true; they don’t. True sexiness doesn’t lie in what you do or (for those of you who are fond of being half-naked) don’t wear.
Sexiness is a state of mind that effects the way you talk, the way you carry yourself and the way you act or behave. You don’t have to be that mythical perfect ten or show skin all the time to be considered sexy sweetie, whoever told you that shxt lied.
You need to think sexy thoughts to talk sexily. Let me break this down a little further.
Confidence is what makes or breaks you as an individual, a sexy one or otherwise. It’s the very heart of sexiness. Confidence is a thought process that even the mental midgets out there can master. It’s not just the belief in your own abilities, but it’s also a trusting relationship that you have with yourself. You can’t be confident in yourself, your abilities or your sexiness if you don’t trust yourself. It’s impossible.
Talking sexy doesn't’ necessarily have to do with your tone or inflection. It’s more in what you say, when you say it and how you say it. That being said, let it be known that raunchiness does not equal sexiness. There’s both a time and a place for that and I strongly suggest that you figure out when that is. Walkin’ round talkin’ about lickin’, stickin’, suckin’ and fxckin’ all the time isn’t ladylike, it’s not sexy, it’s deffy not cute and it could get you labeled a ho. Don’t let the niggas in your hood or music videos fool you, ho’s are not sexy sweetie, they’re just ho’s, little more than sex toys for anyone willing to play with them.
Walk like you got you some business girl!
Yes, the improper English is necessary. Keep your head up and a smile on your lips when you do ya lil “I’m sexy and yes I’m the shxt and I won’t allow you to tell me otherwise” strut mama. Work it; gon’ head wit’ ya bad self. Walk with an attitude, just make sure it’s not a stuck up or stank one. That’s not cute and it’ll detract from your sexiness ladies, trust me. Maybe it’s just the people that I hang around, but I know for a fact that I’m not the only one who fantasizes about pushing stank ho’s down three flights of steps. (I’m joking…*cough*) You ever seen someone after they’ve…“fallen” down some stairs? Yeah, that’s not the look.
Preserve your sexy and keep it fresh, not stank.
Behavior is everything sweetie, everything. If you act like a ho, eleven times out of ten, you’ll be a ho, same goes for being a bxtch. You can be aloof if you like, but standoffishness isn’t generally held to be sexy so find that happy medium and do what you do. Act sexy and you’ll be that, trust me.
Let’s recap.
Sexiness is a state of being, it’s confidence. it has nothing to do with the clothes that you wear or the lack thereof. Sexiness is the way you talk. it’s the things you say, when you say them and how you say them. Sexiness is the way you carry yourself and can transform an admittedly average chick into a dime even if it doesn’t give her a slim waist, cute face and a big behind. Sexiness is in your thoughts, your attitude and your actions so ladies, would you please stop embarrassing yourselves, other females and all of humanity and keep it sexy?