So u think you privileged...(edited)

So, I know some of you are waiting for the "expose" on Thumper...but that will have to wait until tomorrow...(and the pic won't stay up past Monday)


So today peeps want to test and find out how pmsing I am, which made me think about what could really be their motive, do they really believe they that privileged, that entitled? Be it cuz they white, rich, cute, married to a fine negro, they daddy know somebody who knows somebody who know Michael Jordan's cousin's dog walker, or cuz they got a 8 inch dick... WDH?!? You still don't make my world go round (unless you juicy...and you got that 8 inch dick)

Now those of you who know me, know I ain't one to get graphic like that so it must be the hormones and lack of sex....how many months has it been......


So today this heafa wants to try me, or maybe she wanted to try fate, not sure. But she almost got her head knocked slam off. How this heafa gonna put her pinkish leg out in the street in front of my car, then bend over? Mind you I have the green light. Now if I was doing my usually 40 m.p.h., she wouldn't have had a prayer...but today, I felt like acting like I was driving Ms. Daisy cuz my cramps were kicking my tail, I was going 20 m.p.h. Then she proceeds to take her bike, place it in front of me, mine you I haven't stopped, and then get on. Then this heafa proceeds to pedal (now for yous who have never ridden a bike, when you first start off, you go a negative 5 miles) No This Heafa didn't...not doing morning rush to beat the 9 o'clock bells. Then she looks back at me with this smug look like what are you gonna do about it?


Flashback: For those of you who have known me for a minute (meaning 10 years plus), you probably thinking back to my first experience of riding by myself with my newly issued permit. Remember my Other sent me to Tarjay (so what, we know it's Target) and that heafa on the bike wanted to taunt me, as if to say you new driver, you can't drive. Remember that? Remember how I honked for that heafa to get outta of the way, being the angry permit holding 16 year old I was. Remember her response was to go slower. Remember my response was to tap her wheel with the car, just enough so she would fall off without seriously hurting herself...


Yeah, those thoughts went through my head too as this heafa looked at me with that smugged looked. I wondered: How would that look look with you lying on the ground and your bike in the tree? Then I watched as this fool went through a red like against oncoming traffic while holding up her hand like she was Storm from X-men...like she had the power to hold back that Metro Bus that was gonna slam into her. Yeah, this heafa had some balls, she evidently thought she was somebody. Let her catch me on a dark street after 10 p.m and try that mess...we gonna find out just who she really thinks she is.


Then there were the people standing on the opposite side of the bus, trying to flag it down like it was a cab. (yeah, I only drive part of the way and take the green limousine the rest of the way to my intern job) These fools are funny, thinking the bus 'sposed to wait and see if they gonna dodge three lanes of traffic when there is another bus a block away. This one fool was a trip. He jumped in front of three cars to get to the bus. (me, I was already laughing cuz I knew his day was about to be sadly interupted) He comes up to the door and is like, "yo' let me in dude, what you doing, I made it across?" Driver: "Sir, you gotta catch the next bus, I'm full." Privileged Dude: "What do you mean I can't get on the bus, I just ran across the street to catch this bus, I'm getting on." Driver: "Sir, you need to step off the bus, I am full, the people are past the line."PD: "I don't care about the line, I need to get to work, I'm getting on this bus." Driver: "And if you do, I won't move." PD: " Unbelievable, do you know who I am? and you are telling me to catch the next bus?" Driver: "Step down off the steps and have a nice day." Me: "yeah, he knows who you are, you the fool who just got left on the bus stop!"



Then I get to work to hear the Scientist tell the GHM (ghetto hot mess, I will explain later), "There's no more made coffee in our kitchen, would you mind walking around to the other kitchen and getting these gentlemen some coffee?" I didn't have to worry here cuz GHM was going to be true to her name and let her have it. "um, excuse me, I ain't walking no where, you can walk them over there or I can show you how to make coffee as I make another pot."


Then there's that cute boy I pass everyday, the one with that funny swagger, you know the one, the one that looks like he struggling to walk cuz he toting a huge package. He always telling me to come here, like he can't walk the five steps to me. What this look like, we ain't in india or israel, I ain't walking ten paces behind you bruh, you wanna talk to me, you bets to get to getting or I'mma keep walking everyday like I don't hear your fine self calling me. (I hear you boo...oh, do i hear you)



I will be in NYC the weekend of JUNE 9th for all those who promised to show a stressed out hot mama how to have a good time....