Are you serious? Time heals all wounds? Who said that? It doesn’t work. I agree with my blogmate, Lila, who on one of her blog posts wrote, “Anyone who has suffered loss will tell you grief never goes away.” You can find it on this post from her blog, The Write Edition.
If violence is condemned, why do we love action movies so much? Street violence, wars, gun fights, slaughter, people being killed everywhere, fighting. And we all sit in front of those screens and cheer on that kind of stuff? Nonsense! (Ahem, I watch action movies too. Ooops!)
Tupac or Notorious B.I.G? There’s no doubt these two guys were phenomenal. I have a collection of both rappers. I’m Biggie all the way. Biggie’s poetry and prose make you raise your hands and exclaim, ayayaya! Biggie is stupendous (Heheh. See what I did there?) His words will transcend generations. That guy was a genius. I just can’t listen to his music with kids around. Heck! I think I can. My cousin, Patrick, did when I was around him and I didn’t turn out a spoilt kid throwing F bombs all over.
And oh, I found a thread online in which Lauryn Hill and Nicki Minaj were being compared. Nicki’s fans defended her with all they got. Lauryn Hill’s fan’s brought out the best they could find. I’ll let you guess whose side I was on. One clue. I’m old school.
Men, if you can’t aim right on the toilet when peeing, then just sit on the thing to do your business. Or just find a urinal. You can’t water the entire toilet seat with your UTI infested urine and expect the guy or chic who comes after you to clean your mess. Gosh! Didn’t your mama or papa teach you?
I don’t believe it when people say, “We train you to be job creators and not job seekers.” I can’t believe I used to believe that. LOL. I’m so glad I got my life back. Whoever started this thing should be fed to maggots coming out of a pit latrine. Maybe that’s too harsh. I rescind that judgement.
People who pick up their phones and speak so loudly in the cinema when you’re watching Avengers: End Game should be fed on the hottest chilli ever discovered. And may their behinds be burned with never-before-experienced after effects of eating that hot chilli.
Nobu, I’ve refused to accept that a cookbook can be read for reading pleasure. For eating pleasure? Yes. But for reading pleasure? Nope. You’ll need to do a lot more convincing for me to get to your side. Do you know what Nobu said about cookbooks? No? Find out on her blog post, “…hey, what you reading?” I hope I can win more of you to my side. 🙂