Love this color! #fallcolors #nudeface
This blog will signify all of the new changes in my life. The process of me becoming a woman into my own. Accepting my flaws and facing adversity. My posts will vary in context, but will be based on these topics: beauty, fashion, love, food, travel and lifestyle. If you are joining me from my old blog NappyNikki Blogs thank you! If you are new welcome to the family. Please feel free to leave comments on posts and share with friends!
Monday, November 12, 2012
This is what it looks like to be waken up by annoying loud as neighbors!!!!! #pissed.
Housewarming gift from a family friend! Love it!! Thanks Ms. Veronica! #firstapartment
Thursday, November 8, 2012
who's resposible for the rain coats?
Whether you are dating or just casually seeing someone, when it comes to the point point of being intimate who is responsible for providing the condoms? Typically you hear men being told to always have condoms on them. But what happens when the woman is the one providing them? How is she judged? And when you are first being intimate with someone (unplanned) and the guy has condoms is there an idea that he came knowing he was getting some booty? Or if he doesn’t come prepared does that make it seem like he isn’t prepared and not safe? What about women? If she is the one with the condoms does that mean she gets around? Or does it mean she is safe and believes in protecting herself? What is the protocol for this? Does it even matter who has them? I feel like as long as they are present in the equation then it really shouldn’t matter.
Right?
that shit i dont like..TAG
I don’t like when people question why I went natural. Like, does it really even matter to you why?
I don’t like when men expect every woman they meet to be a video vixen. Dude if that’s what you want then go get one. I’m proud to be normal.
I don’t like when people don’t say thank you after I give them a compliment. Uhh, you should be a bit more grateful. Compliments don’t come often.
I don’t like when people ask me why I’m not married. Like that’s just a dumb ass question.
I don’t like when people expect for you to read their minds. It’s not like I got a BA in Read Your Fucking Mind.
I don’t like when people make it a point to tell me I have a big butt. Clearly, I carry it around 24/7 so I know this already.
I don’t like when people try to judge me because I watch reality tv. My life is drama free and I like to keep it that way. So I will watch all the BGC, Basketball Wives, Love and Hip Hop and Jersey Shore I want. Who’s going to stop me?
I don’t like it when I have to tell a guy over and over that I’m not interested. Maybe I should start handing out instructions on how to understand that word no.
I don’t like when I have to detangle my hair…curly girl problems.
I don’t like it when someone blatantly lies to my face. That’s the quickest way for me the forget you ever existed.
I don’t like it when I have to be in a place I don’t want to be. I feel trapped.
I don’t like it when people can’t accept someone else’s happiness. Like really? Be mad at your own damn self that your life is the way it is.