my current struggle with LIFE got me in a blogging rut, so ima hit u all with a lil something written by my Hayati, Abi. one of my closest girlfriends and about thee only bitch i know thats always on the same wavelength as i am. seriously, we share the same brain or something.. i promise i’ll be back after these messages………..

I ain’t even gonna front. I can be as shallow as a kiddie pool at times. U ain’t gotta lie to kick it – looks DO matter. And anyone who begs to differ is either ugly or sellin u some VIP ass wolf tickets.

Fellas, when u see a female sittin at the bar, what possesses u to come outta pocket and buy her a chilled shot of Goose? (Asides from the perv in u hoping she gets tipsy enough to rub her ass all over ur crotch?). And ladies, why’d u just give ur number out to a complete stranger in the middle of the Prive dancefloor knowin damn well u ain’t never gonna see him again? Whatever the reason is, I got 5 on it that it wasn’t ‘cuz of their “beautiful inner personality” shining thru his buff ass arms or creepin through her cleavage. People DON’T PLAY.

But most of all, being beautiful has NO guarantees.

It doesn’t guarantee love, or happiness, or success, or prosperity. It doesn’t guarantee u’ll never get hurt, or left, or abused, or cheated on. No matter how beautiful u are, there will always be someone just as good looking if not better. And u already know ur exes new man/lady can’t hold a candle to ur Colgate smile, but s/he’s still with them and not u, so in many circumstances looks are irrelevant. Besides, other people can think the world of u, but if u ain’t got the right mind set to genuinely agree with them it doesn’t matter. So u may wanna hold off before asking God to trade in ur intelligence or talent for an ass u can sit ur cup on or washboard abs.

‘Cuz newsflash: people get old … in more ways than one. So trust me when I say that it ain’t gonna be ur sagging Amazon titties or ur NeYo receding hairline that keeps u living comfortably and happily married.