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People hate me because not only do I expose the truth about them, I am honest about the Devil I am. Take it or leave it. I believe in being upfront and open because I don’t like to waste time on liars or waste time on lying.

Yes, sometimes the truth stabs but I do not believe in sugar-coating and I do believe in calling people out on bad behavior. I equally accept people calling me out on mine because the things I say are shocking and sometimes offensive, even though I don’t intend them to come across that way.

I have always been honest about my shortcomings, so how about before you lie to me, you take a good look in the mirror and be honest with yourself?

Who are you?

You all know who I am. And I am not always fun and pleasant. I am loyal, but mostly unforgiving when you’ve crossed my path after I’ve fought for you. But now you fight against me? Good riddance.

I am very particular and protective about the people in my circle and quite thought I had the skill down, but there are still jerks in disguise that not only drain me, but make me look like a jerk in my loud self-defense. Oh, you’re the quiet one in front of friends so you are good.

NO. Just because everyone else doesn’t hear what you say to me doesn’t mean that I didn’t hear it.

But all my neighbors do hear you in the middle of the night as well as hear their walls shake and it’s embarrassing for me to even defend you because everyone is so worried about me. Just trying to live a normal life. And it really is awesome without the toxic people.

If you own yourself and your ish from jump, it’s someone else’s fault if he or she gets involved. If you lie about ish from jump, it’s your own g-d fault that that crashed and burned all over you.

#justsaying #learnedalotoflifelessonsataveryyoungage #nobullshit #willnottakecrapwithoutafight

Just saying.


If you have a WordPress-based blog like me (which is the preferred platform for most Fortune 500 companies and individual entrepreneurs), you know that there is always room for improvement in functionality, SEO, gaining advertising space, and maximizing your presence on social media at precisely the right time for your targeted audience.

Introducing WordCamp: A three-day event next Friday (10/30) to Sunday (11/1) in NYC at the Marriott at the Brooklyn Bridge (333 Adams Street). The all-inclusive weekend fete features the best-of-the-best WordPress experts speaking in panels and giving presentations, with a peppering of parties to promote one-on-one conversations. The Friday pre-event portion is Contributor Day for volunteers and proponents of WordPress growth. It’s included in the all-inclusive price, but requires a separate sign-up form located here.

Check out the schedules for the main events below:



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WordCamp welcomes all WordPress lovers of every skill level and role type. Calling all bloggers, developers, designers, business peeps and educators.


I have a great idea for new passwords. I have close to 100 passwords for all of my accounts and therefore keep a notebook because we all know it’s identity suicide to use the same one for every site.

Anyhoo, now that everthing is online and requires long complicated passwords, why not make yours inspirational? Motivational?  After all, it’s not fun to pay bills.

For instance, how about something like You#Rock. or Getyours2015! or *CelebrateT0day*

I mean…onward and upword, right?


Audrey Hepburn originally said this but I rewrote it:

I believe in pink.

I believe that laughing cures grief, helps with relief and unites the world

I believe in being strong when everything seems to be crashing down

I believe that tomorrow is another day; I believe in miracles.


shithppensLast Friday was a bit craZy. My mother and I both got laid off from our respective jobs, my puppy Sheba was diagnosed with Lyme disease, and oh—my father was thrown in jail.

Top it off with my boyfriend getting sick from his gum disease anti-biotic injections. And then I had to finish my medical testing which had been going on for months. Talk about feeling weak!

A challenging week ensued, but this is another Friday.

And I plan to enjoy it.


When I was young, my dad told me that symmetrical was boring, that slight imperfections made people beautiful. He was reassuring me that while the scar on my nose from my brother would always be there, that it would give me character.

Slight imperfections are beautiful. I realized as I got older and wiser that classic pretty is a bit boring because it’s everywhere in magazines and on TV. Then I thought about all imperfections in my friend circle. Aysmmetry and tiny flaws are endearing; they make you more human. And scars can be sexy. They are battle wounds; they are visual evidence of your history.

But it extends beyond that. What about wanting to cover up other flaws? Beyond your surface skin, what about your surface life?


I learned a new medical term this morning: Post-coital dysphoria. PCD is the feeling of sadness, anxiety, or irritability after having s-e-x. The post-S blues. About a third of women experience this at some point in their lives.

I’m an extremely independent person; I love being alone and always have. At a very young age, I learned that I couldn’t rely on anyone but myself. This is just a natural feeling that comes from neglect and, in my case, unexpected deaths of people on whom I depended. Or certain people not being by my side during catastrophic events. At the end of the day, you only have yourself.

Abandonment in childhood bleeds into adulthood, manifesting itself in other ways. PCD may very well be one of them. I get sad sometimes when my boyfriend leaves in the morning, even if I know I’ll see him later in the day. It’s strange: My brain is trained to think that every goodbye is the last goodbye. The other night, I cried my eyes out when he didn’t pick up his phone. He was going to leave his house soon to come to mine for dinner, yet over an hour had passed and he wasn’t picking up the phone. I immediately think death. A cheater wouldn’t make that mistake.

If you don’t let anyone in, you avoid being hurt. While love is great, it is a great risk and a roller coaster I’m safer not riding. Like PCD, well, if you don’t do it in the first place, you don’t have to deal with the aftermath.

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