Ann-E is Real, She Don't "Bug" Out

Even though a new year is upon us the n*ggas are still out chere running amok.and even though it happens to the best of us - the n*ggadom MUST be identified and made known as a shared experience.

The start of our story is where many of us have been left. I was a smitten kitten who had been snubbed. Normally this is where the story would end. Since I hadn't given up all the goods I could still walk away with yet another unresolved case of WTF-happened mind-fuckery even though I was hurt. As a smitten kitten, I went hard in the paint and based on the accompanying loin-stirrings that are very elusive to me in general - the method in which I got snubbed had me tighter than a virgin..and sadder than a virgin who loses it to a total asshole. 

"It happens to the best of us" is what my team consoled me with. "It's not you, you did nothing wrong." The one thing I did take solace in is that my team was actually proud of me in the male department (well kinda, but small strides!) I mean I did and have come a long way from actually not even putting n*ggas through the ringer for the sake of the short-term attention but damn. N*ggadom is cold and spares no feelings...especially those of the smitten & sensitive. As I prepared to just kick rocks and chalk it up after being all sad and shit - it hit me as I caught the only visual of the last time I was at ol n*gga's crib. This n*gga who from herein will be referred to as the SKK (smitten-kitten killer) had something that belonged to me.

Now I'm going to make this crystal clear - what he had was something that I plan on using for my nonprofit and it took me time to accumulate these things - over a year and lots of magazines. It wasn't some draws I could buy at Vicky's for $3.99 during the semi-annual sale, or some costume jewelry, or a pencil case, or some make-up. This stuff was in my Gilded Gold UPenn folder. The contents within were not about to take up an extra 20 hours of my life when the SKK couldn't part with 2 minutes of his own to text me back and actually make good on the 3 attempts I made in earnest to reclaim what was rightfully mine.The SKK know good and damn well he ain't and will never be a Quaker - and I take my Penn para to heart.  I wasn't charging my shit to the game. And anyone that knows me, knows I take my time & my business VERY serious. He actually quipped one time "I don't want no problems with Ms. Anne." But in the land of n*ggadom words hold little weight and showing your ass to nice people is how it does down. But I was still cordial in my attempts because that's just how I do.

I thought about the possible routes I could take. I just wanted my folder & its contents and surely I wanted it before the new year so this chapter could end. Since the SKK would never answer the phone - I mean just asking and dealing with his ass like a human being who has fingers and a vocal cord wouldn't work at this point. After being snubbed and not getting any responses to my text messages (which for the record is O-D disrespectful, my #1 pet peeve, and unwarranted) I had to go with the method that I knew would yield the result I needed just to get my shit. 

So all of the above (plus some other egregious n*ggadom that shall remain omitted) and my thought process in parenthesis is what led to this alleged "bugged the f*ck out" that the SKK thought he was accusing me of: (but really was guilty of).

Attempt #1: (a very SPECIFIC request for a nice and quick transaction) Hey, can you let me know a day and time when I can get my folder and I'll come and get that. Thanks. (via Facebook because n*gga I know you seen my message, so you can't bullsh*t you're way w/my stuff forever)

Response #1: "You can get it whenever you want" (the SKK happened to be a year younger than me and I shoulda known confound it! How you reply to something specific w/something vague - games :-/)

Attempt #2 (Part 1): okay I'm going to come today, Sunday at 7pm to pick it up (no n*gga I'm not coming after hours b/c I just want my stuff and I'll be out of your life) ~message seen at 10:42am

Me at 6pm via text (since now an appointment has been established we can revert to the method which yielded no response before) I'm on my way just running a little late (still being polite! Damn She's a nice girl!)

the SKK: "On your way where?....Yikes I'm on my way out of town"

Me (WTF?! Yousa a real n*gga so I'ma try this one more gain) Can you let me know a specific day and time to get this? (I used the word this time so his educated yet n*gga mind could compute) 

the SKK: "I'll ket you know when I'm back" (mind you there was a phone call that he never made good on making so I was already skeptical but would you trust a person like this to f*ck with the postal service on your behalf? Never mind my battles with mail ::rolls eyes::)

Attempt #3: the SKK hit me up, but I was on a date so I replied the following day bright and early with my nicely packaged focus on getting my stuff. The set up was made, the SKK hits me with the curve talking about he has plans and to come after work...I agree (eyes on the prize). It's 5 minutes to quitting time and the SKK is texting with the "pressure" about how he has to dip in 45 minutes.

(REALLY?! It took a lot after a non-answered phone call to just get a damn arrangement in place and a text with MY original plan to get my stuff Guess it sounded "better when he said it". :-/)

Later this evening arrives and the team is already aware that I'm getting my shit. You see the problem when n*ggas meet real is that they don't honor their word and my word is bond. I text before I showed up but since I got no response I went according to the plan. 

It was late - I'll admit that, but karma had it for me that the doors were open :-). So I went in said good evening to the SKK's boy, saw his lady friend's bag, knocked on his door twice, didn't look him in the face and asked for my stuff with my hand out. I bid them ado and left. No scene was caused, no one was checking to see who the SKK was smashing cuz I know I certainly don't care, no yelling ensued, but I did as was PLANNED - and the SKK didn't. 

As long as this post is, a fair amount has been omitted. All those attempts and for what? I have no idea. My logic is if the SKK was gonna snub, snub right and give me what was mine if getting me gone was the goal.  Or is control that hard to come by that you really have to do this with MY belongings and at the expense of a lot more wasting of MY time? You already got some new 'nani so it couldn't possibly be that. Apparently the SKK felt some type of way about it, since he thought he could come out of his face (like most n*ggas) and try to "tell me about myself" when I know he didn't know me well enough to even have a say. 

But because I know what it is, it happen way too often, and because it's important to be clear that I will not let anyone try to place their n*ggadom on me - let this account show that Ann-E is real and I don't "bug the f*ck out." 

Look at Your Life - On Social Maturity (SM)

It has come to my attention that many people are not aware that with age comes some sense of common decency in social settings. I've seen egregious wrongs at clubs, on the streets, on Facebook, and really in too many damn places. So I decided to take this time to try and shed on some light while we are in the midst of summer and will no doubt fall victim to these offenses over and over and over again.

Social Maturity or SM is nothing more than taking a nanosecond to take a look at your life. When SM crimes are committed, there is no doubt a serious lack of the ability to look at your life. These are the moments where you as an annoyed/aggravated bystander become aware that this person/people missed that small window of opportunity to look at their lives and now you have to deal with the sight of such an occurrence. SO without further ado, these are the Egregious Errors that continually add to the decrease of SM for all the 20-somethings and 30-somethings out there being reckless read up. Because I will always know who has never looked at their life and yes, I will judge your ass.

"I can't hold all this liquor - but I'm gonna drink it anyway..."
We ALL know our limits when if comes to alcohol. After the big ass alcohol party that was UNDERGRAD nobody with a 4-year degree ( and sometimes more than 4 years in that scene) can say that they don't know when they're about to be drunk or when they've had too much.

So WHY IN THE HELL ARE YOU IN THIS CLUB ACTING LIKE YOU CAN'T WALK, SEE, TALK, OR BE THE FUCK EASY??? We've all seen these people...who drank all types of shit and thought they were the Incredible Hulk. I know for a fact that Hennessy makes niggas fight. So when I see that flowing I make sure to be somewhere with a quick exit or I leave before the let out...

If you know you drinking Hennessy Black, Eark & Jerk, Appletons or whatever the hell you like to drink - WHY YOU MIXIN IT WITH PATRON, CIROC, GOOSE or whatever else you know don't go with that shit?????????? Then when you're ass is causing a fuckin scene you gonna be the MAIN ONE SLEEP on the way home...

C'mon son. Take a look at YOUR life. At that moment before you go over the edge think about how dumb you'll look after. Remember all the other times ppl had to carry your ass. Most importantly think about the fact that come tomorrow you won't remember how much of an asshole you were but EVERYBODY ELSE WILL. Put that new liquor down nigga and have a seat. Go bag some bitches. Drink the SAME SHIT. Just please, don't make me have to judge you.

"Beyonce be wearing these lashes guurrrlll, and you know this lacefront is the bidnesssss"
No. It's not ma-ma. Celebrities wear lace fronts that ACTUALLY START AT THEIR HAIRLINES. Really YOU can't afford ANYTHING that Beyonce wears or even looks at by virtue of her surroundings and yours.

Although the beauty supply store and weave central have been known to carry GREAT hair accessories and pieces, for some reason too many of you women seem to think it is okay to wear some fake ass lashes EVERYDAY. To go to work, to go to sleep, to go to the store. BITCH THAT'S GLUE GOING ONTO YOUR EYES. And for the flamboyant bitches that use the glitter glue. Leave that shit for the weekend.

Ma-ma, you and I both KNOW your hairline isn't that close to your damn eyebrows. It's hot as hell, do you really think wearing a wig wit some glue and fake baby hairs should be the most effective use of your summertime funds? I think regular wigs look better than lace fronts, because most women wearing these lace front shit have not looked at their life, or that of their hairlines and foreheads before leaving the crib.

These enhancements are for SPECIAL OCCASIONS. Why do you need extend-a-lash if you not going NOWHERE. The block don't count, and up the street don't count. But if you want to be fucking with some glue at least CARRY THE SHIT WITH YOU. Them lop sided, limp ass eyelashes that be about to peel off are unattractive at best and show your lack of attentiveness at the worst.

I could keep going on the lace-fronts but yall have all seem them out there. Nuff said. Look at your life please.

"I'm going to expose my life, self, and character on FB"
If I see one more half-naked, desperate feenin chick on my home page on Facebook talking about "Add me as a friend" I will legitimately unfriend that person. Facebook is not nobody's e-damn harmony. This is NOT THE PLACE to be showing off your goods asking for friends.

Enough with the TMI on Facebook. All of this sharing information shit has gone overboard. Long after you think ppl done forgot about how you were putting up statuses about "being in love" and "being so happy" and posting love albums - the minute you air your dirty laundry about that same person, I will be the bitch pointing and laughing. Some shit is better left unsaid. Some shit is better left to a PHONE CALL remember those? and some shit just shouldn't be said period. Look at your life and stop making us ALL look at it. People are watching YOU AND THAT PERSON BECAUSE YOU INVITED PPL TO THE SHOW.

If I see one more damn tag about Louboutins, sneakers, or any other dumb shit I will unfriend those ppl as well. You know good and well Mr. Louboutin don't NEED FACEBOOK to sell the REAL SHIT. Leave it to ignorant folk to try organized bootlegging online...If I wanted Louboutins trust me, your page would DEFINITELY NOT be my source of reference. Like. Ever.

"I like to dress along with the hip-hop generation"
Pull. your. pants. UP. If you are 30 and older, there is NOT A REASON IN THE WORLD FOR YOU TO DRESS LIKE YOU'RE IN HS. Wear some loafers, some Clarks, get some damn pants that fit your ass. Just dress with some sense of showing the public you've looked at your life and realize that you won't be a hoodbooger forever, you have a job (or are looking to do more than chill on the block) and if you are gonna sag, PLEASE BUY SOME RESPECTABLE UNDERWEAR. Them dingy ass hanes and fruit of the looms aint cuttin it. And if you're fat - sagging WASN'T MADE FOR YOUR ASS, THERE'S NO MALE ASHLEY STEWART.

In all these cases, we ALL KNOW OFFENDERS. I just thought it was time to tell all these fools to LOOK AT YOUR LIFE. Do something. In some cases it might be DON'T DO THIS SHIT. But at this point we are all cognizant enough to know when to hold em and when to fold em.