Back on the Scene

Sorry to all of my peeps who were expecting daily updates...But, a sista had some real work to do! Unless you mo-foes were gonna pay the high-ass rent I got going on here in tha BK...chillax!

Well, ya sista has been severely stressed over the past 4 weeks. I saw some serious jail time in my future...BUT... I kept my cool...stayed focused...remained humble...and held in all the shit I wanted to say to this simple-ass client. For those who REALLY know me...this was NOOOOO easy feat! I was SO stressed, my shoulders were touching my ear lobes! Then Indy, my floor mate, hooked up a massage appointment! Now, I am relaxed and ready! I may still have to do a little eye rolling...but nothing that would get my ass fired....because the NYC bills are SERIOUS!

Now on to BK briefs. I brought in my first NYE in the NYC is was cool, BUT...I did not get any New Years midnight-suga! I am little bummed about this...I usually get one, two, or three in every year. Although, the past few years, have been a bit disappointing, but manageable...you know ladies, lips too big, too thin, too wet, too dry...then there was that one that tried to shove his tongue down my throat (had to punch that nigga in the eye)! But, this year...NOTHING...not even a fucking smooch! Damn it New York MEN!!!!!

Also, I celebrated my 30-something birthday! Don't ask me my real age, because I stopped counting after I turned 25! Anyway...YEAH ME! I had a good time, went bowling. Several of my NYC family came out to support cha girl. MUAH! For those who could not make it...too bad for you we had a fun time! We followed up that Sunday with a little soul food cooking, I did a small menu...I have to admit...those green were off the chizz-ain and the banana pudding didn't have a chance! Thanks to my girl C for baking me several mini cakes...I gots to show YOU some luv girl! Again, thanks for stopping through...MUAH! J-you never seem to miss taking home a plate...dude...does your girl even know how to cook? Just kidding, much love to ya...my new baby brother. If J-Man finds out that there's a new baby brother in my life...he's gonna kick yo ass! So, let's keep it between us (wink)!

Well, this is my brief stint, I have a few things on my mind, but the Grammy's are on and I need to see if Beyonce is gonna take home an award. Holla! Be Blessed and Muah!

Windy's Intro - STRAIGHT UP! NO CHASE!

Hello New York! It's meeeeee Windy! I will not put my real name out there, because, I don't need anyone googling my ass and finding this spot. But, if you are reading this blog from the intro...you know who I iz!

There are 8 million stories out there in the naked city! As Jay-Z said "it's a pity half of yall won't make it!" Well, I am pretty tough and I ain't no punk...but, you neva know. Right? I was encourage to write this blog from a dear firend of mine...big ups C! Why? For no other reason than...he was smoking crack! He has no idea that a big mouth from the Windy City, [SHOULD NOT] voice her opinion on any medium! Haaaaa-Haaaaa!!!

Just in case you need a little background, I hail from the CHI-to-da-GO! (New Yorkers won't get that statement...but, trust me I can't understand some of the shit they say either!

Before I begin puttin' shit out there, I have a few disclaimers...

1. I CUSS, like no other!!!!!! So, if you plan on reading this outloud in the workplace...Don't!
2. I also use the words Nigga & Nigglet a lot...I know it's bad, it's not good...(but, I really don't give a fuck what you think about that.) Just kidding...but I really don't care!
3. I will never disclose any one's business but my own (execpt on Tuesdays)...Plus, I don't need anyone knocking on my damn door asking me about SHIT I posted on this blog spot!
4. I will stay true to the blog...but there is some shit that just ain't gettin' posted! Unless there is some money involved!
5. If you like this blog, share it with friends, family, (not children), unless you want them to learn something. What? I have no clue!
6. Finally, I am amogst FAMILY...don't damn judge me! If I seem shallow some days...letta sista feel shallow...if I feel irratic some days...letta sista feel irratic. But, whatever the case, at least I am feeling something and not bottling that shit up inside...that how serial killers are born!

Enjoy the next 365 days of Whatever! I plan on having a Mutha-Fuckin' Ball! So, come hang wit a sista! Let's see what's poppin' in the NYC, especially, if I make it...Fuck You Jay!