For the Love of Mel..J?

I came across Fantasia Barrino's new show and officially came to the conclusion that VH1 just gives shows away like toothbrushes at the dentist. The show is supposedly chronicling Fantasia's hard life bla, bla, bla. Don't get me wrong, Ive read about her past and things that have happened to her are sad, but a series to explain all this is not necessary, just stick her on Oprah for two minutes. Plus her singing and speaking voice make me want to glue plugs into my ears. Then we have "For the Love of Ray J", that Brooke Hogan show and "Let's Talk About Pep". W in the H? And do not get me started on "Tiny and Toya",which in my opinion could have used some subtitles.
The question raised here is: where's my tv show? Things occur daily in my life that really merit some camera time. Grant it some days are more exciting than others, but my fml moments are quite entertaining, more so to others than myself, but still entertaining. I am going to write VH1 and let them know I needs me some camera time. Someone think of a theme song and a title, thanks.

Help a homie out

Money's tight for many of us these days kids, but $5 is not going to put a dent in your wallet. Unless all you have is $5 than keep that ish and just think happy thoughts.
While I'm a bit skeptical about this texting your donations business, this a link to Wyclef's site and hopefully this money will actually be going to these people affected by the earthquake in Haiti. I live and have grown up in a heavy populated Haitian community and my thoughts and prayers (yes, me, the evil one, prays) go out to all of you and your families.
Okay, that was my deepness for the day, now back to the regularly scheduled foolishness.




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It's the best day of the year giiiirl

On January 12, 1983, Melissa Janet Ferman popped into this world. My mother tells me that I was born at midnight and a month early. Proof that Ive always been a night owl and an impatient mofo.
While my brother called me a loser for thanking each and everyone individually that wished me a happy bday, I just wanted to show my true thanks for the thought. It also helped that I was bored at work giving me the time to do this, but the first reason sounds better though so lets just use that.
So thank again my dudes and itll be a celebration this weekend bitches! (For those who know that I love to make my Bday into a week long celebration, I chose to only do one day this year for a few reasons. Maybe next year I'll go back to my Diddy ways, minus the wearing of white and making it rain on some hoes of course.)

PS I would like to extend a special shout out to my homies who attempted to throw me a surprise party in attempts to get me out of my fml state. Sadly, I ruined such plans but I def appreciate the thought, you dirty,dirty little secret keepers.

Question of the day

Weve all heard the phrase "You always want what you cant have" especially pertaining to the opposite sex.
My question is: do we want what we cant have solely because we can't have it?
Think about it and get back to me.

"Could be worse"

I hate this saying. Hate. People use this to try and cheer up people in states of misery and I have no clue how this is supposed to make someone feel better.
Ive been in a state of FML lately and do not share my misery because of this. While I'm very well aware that there are starving children in Africa, pets with no homes and Lil Wayne is going to prison (stay strong my dude...and im totally kidding)this in no way makes my situation better or makes me have an epiphany that maybe things aint that bad, it just makes me more annoyed.
The point of all this is: people if someone has legitimate reasons to be a Sulky Sally let them be and do nto advise them that they should just be grateful to be here on earth. You.are.not.helping.

Friday night tales

Here we go again. Ive been absent from the Highbar scene due to the holidays and boy oh boy did it welcome me back with a bang. Where should I begin?
Let's start with the stalker. A night out would not be complete unless I find a stalker. This dude last night, who shall remain nameless because later on I came to find out we have a mutal acquaintance (not at all awkward), comes up to me, says hi small chit chat, asks the "do you have a bf?" question, to which of course I replied "yep" (I use this line so much Im starting to believe it myself). I thought this would send him to prey on the next victim, but no such luck.
Later on I walk to the bar and with the blessings of the FML gods, there is my stalker friend. Hot dog. He continues to ask me if I really do have a bf or Im just saying that because I want him to go away. Being the lovely and sweet girl that I am, I said "honestly yes thats it". This then leads his friend, who was on the other side of me, to preach to me how great of a guy his friend is and I should give him a chance. If anyone spots where the "losers talk to me" sign is on me, I will love you for life. And who doesnt want that?

After I escaped my Tego Calderon wanna be lover, I thought I was good for the night. Who was I kidding? I had put my purse behind the dj booth for a few leaving my phone in there. I know, I put my phone down, something has to be wrong with me. Realizing the out of characterness that was occuring, I go to get my phone, my foot hits the chord connecting the sound equipment to the power and you can just imagine the next few seconds(something along the lines of me aplogizing profusely and wanting to put a bag over my head). Safe to say this will go at the top of my "Most Embarassing Moments" list and I am putting a restraining order on myself to stay at least 5ft away from dj booths for the rest of the year.
Why I continue to go to this place is beyond me, seeing as how no good ever comes. I guess, if I didnt go I would have no stories to tell you kids. Proof that no good deed goes unpunished.

His momma needs to give him a beating.

If I could pick a few words to describe this dude it would be something along the lines of dumbass, ahole, and total waste of talent. Use your head kids.