Kingston Expressions

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Almost A Decade Of My Love And Styles: Chapter Five, Year 2014 (A Special Love Week Edition)

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Year 2014. Everything was hazy for me. I was in Richmond working…yet…I saw him over the holidays (2013). He still felt like home. How is that even possible with all that I have been through? I travelled….this time to Houston and Chicago to visit college friends. If you remember nothing else from chapters 4 and 5, please remember how important friendships are!!! I am lost yet my friends are helping me to find my way. God bless them for it. ❤️I made great friends in Richmond as well as deepened some friendships I had had for over a decade. From the outside, I was now struggling to hold onto my blue/green eyeshadow.? It felt like him….familiar AND strange. Yet I have not completely outgrown my eyeshadow nor my love for the Ex Factor. I think this is the year I finally made peace with some of the romantic mistakes the women in the older generation of my family made. For it was now my turn…to truly love a f*cking fool. But I won’t let him destroy me for he is just a boy and I am a queen. In 2014, I aimed to step into my destiny without him clouding my mind. It wasn’t easy but I finally broke away. Being over 340 miles away helped. Soon I put him on my block list and I emerged in a sea of black and white styles in the city of Chicago. I danced the nights away with Willow and I soaked up life without him. “No boyfriend, No problem” was what one of my Chicago (and Vegas 2013) dresses read. My dresses were either missing a sleeve or showing off my beautiful legs or BOTH! My mama always said I had amazing legs! So I show them…from the south west to the mid west to back to Richmond. I emerged. I stepped forward! ??Phoenix did hold my hand a little but I never allowed him to be my foundation. After all, that is not what I was in Richmond for. Matter of fact….why the f*ck had I accidentally moved there? Oh yea…the universe gave me no choice. I was meant to live this chapter out in Richmond and I had such amazing friend groups. I could breathe again. I could be me again. I…could…stop loving him? Still I am in a haze but I am crying less and smiling more. His texts are still reminders of my love for a jerk who just could not appreciate me. So the last couple months of the year, I kept him blocked on my phone. Somehow, he figured out how to get around the block and over the holidays (2014), he left me a voicemail. He never calls…for he is a texter. ? Ugh my next boo better love phone calls! ?? When I finally saw the voicemail pop up, I realized he had left it a few weeks before. With no plans of listening to it, I felt the sensation of anger creep up on me. How dare he still make contact when I made it clear that I did not want to hear from him! This was MY time! How dare he?! I mean I wanted to let him know that I am the type of woman that men line up to wipe my ass…if need be. Lol. I’ve woken up to breakfast in bed, came home to receive “just because” flowers, I have been wined and dined, and I have been the RECEIVER of pleasure of every sexual act I’ve experienced while away from him. I have made lust in a million positions since I walked away from his touch. I am the type of woman that men don’t say no to. That’s really what I wanted to yell into the phone. But when I finally listened to his voicemail, it said nothing really…just that he was coming to the Carolinas for an interview and hoped to see me. Wtf?! The Ex Factor really does not listen….I AM IN RICHMOND….NOT the Carolinas! ??‍♀️?? While his voicemail irritated the depths of my soul, when I heard his voice….a voice I had not heard in a year…all I could think is….I LOVE HIM! ❤️ FML ? ~KJM dropping Chapter 5 on Temptation Tuesday. What is so memorable about fools in love? Is it that they are in love or that they are f*cking fools! ??‍♀️

Almost A Decade Of My Love And Styles: Chapter Four, Year 2013 (A Special Love Week Edition)

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Year 2013. It started off in tears. Me bawling in the streets of New York. I felt hurt. The pain was just too much. It felt like I had lost a part of me…that’s how deep my love use to be for him. Currently, he is a separate entity that I just happen to love and one day…he will just be “someone I use to know.” I know I probably sound like a mad woman right now but that really sums up year 2013. It was like I was me but I really wasn’t me. From the outside, my blue/green eyeshadow sparkled and my skin continued to glow but there was a sadness in my eyes. A darkness that I covered up with black blazers. I cried and cried while ignoring his texts. I left and never told him why. But I asked him over and over at the end of 2012 if she existed. I…felt her presence. He no longer looked at me like I was home. I…felt….her. And like some typical man shit, he tried to convince me that I was imagining her. Before this, I was not the best in relationships. If someone had asked me if I had a side piece (Phoenix), I would honestly answer YES! I always put on my big girl panties and own my shit. He never asked if there was a Phoenix so I never had to explain my back up plan. On the real, Phoenix was just a good friend who was a place card filler when shit went left in my love life. He was that huge penis filled with sex appeal and intelligence that every woman should have before she settles down. ?? Shout out to Phoenix for holding me down when love or lust had done me dirty. ? But I digress. I asked the Ex Factor if she existed and he said NO. He lied. From that day on, I would never view him the same. I have laid with dogs who were honest about being dogs. That use to be my preference in “boys” but the two men I stayed with the longest ( Julio on and off for 10 years and the Ex Factor for almost 9 years) were not dogs. I don’t love them hoes and you can’t turn a hoe into a husband (see my blog titled “Community Penis” for reference). ?? I don’t want a man that every woman has had. I may occasionally f*ck them male hoes but I don’t husband them! ?? Sometimes you just got to call good dick what it is…good dick that deserves to be left alone when we women are done climaxing! ?? Exhale on that! Lol. Now where was I? Oh yes…chapter 4…year 2013. It was one of the darkest years of my life. I thought I had found MY ONE but he had just turned out to be more of the same shit. Believe it or not…if he had been honest with me about talking to her and whomever else…I would have given him space to do so. At this point, the Ex Factor was around 24 years old. I was almost 32. Man, I was a mess in my 20s!!! Commitment and relationships just weren’t my thing and with the exception of Julio, I managed to not have any real feelings for a guy until I laid eyes on the Ex Factor shortly after I turned 29. Had he been honest, I could have gone and played with Phoenix while the Ex Factor tried to figure out what he wanted. But he lied. She did exist and that pain was too much to endure. I stepped away with no goodbyes and lost my f*cking mind. Somehow I ended up in Atlanta in a situation where I could have lost my life. ??‍♀️ That is all I am going to say about that! After that, my friends intervened and I went to see Harmony in Vegas for my 32nd birthday. It was the rejuvenation that I needed! From that moment on, Vegas and Harmony became my second home. No man will ever be called home again! ?? 48 hours after getting back from Vegas, with the help of my concerned friends, I accidentally moved to Richmond, VA. I spent almost two years of my life there…and the Ex Factor was still part of my life. Didn’t matter if I had a man or was single…I heard from him throughout the years. He never let go and unbeknownst to me…neither had I…. ~KJM dropping Chapter 4 on Charm School Monday! I hope you are enjoying this love week special. It feels great to be writing again. The words are pouring out of me and I am climaxing as if Phoenix just opened his door to let my broken heart in and…suddenly had me “talking in a falsetto!” ?

“Almost A Decade Of My Love And Styles: Chapter Three, Year 2012 (A Special Love Week Edition)”

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Year 2012…the year of shattered glass. The year something broke in us that seemed unfixable. The last year I actually felt wanted by him (not referring to sexual desire). Sexual desire…he has always had for me but as the years went on….it did not make me feel wanted. I just felt like a vessel. An empty vessel. 2012 was the year I felt him slipping away from me. I should be ashamed to admit that I stayed in love with a man for almost a decade….not feeling wanted by him for most of it. Yet I bear no shame…at least not anymore. You show me a strong woman and I can promise you that she too has had moments of making a fool out of herself for love….her love for him. I am not alone…I know this in my heart. We women are nurturers…many times to our detriment. Love is all about taking a risk. If we all played it safe and only gave out what we received from our lovers….well…many men would never know the taste of true love…and deservingly so. ??‍♀️ For a second, I had to look back on my 2012 photographs. My skin is flawless and I am still in love. Leopard prints and see through blouses filled our days and nights. Frequently, he would tell me he was happy yet I don’t remember him ever asking if I was happy. In 2012, even with more separation periods, I was in fact…happy. I think this was the last year that he had the ability to make me happy for more than three days. A storm was brewing. An act of God. Unbeknownst to us….we were never going to be the same. I would be betrayed by him and he would look me in my eyes and lie. But we women always know when someone is in our house. That is…if you want to know. I believe he never slept with her but it was a betrayal just the same. This is a difficult concept for men to understand. A woman that truly loves you worries about where your heart goes before your dick…for hearts rule the world and penis can never be as strong as a heart. Penis may go up in the wind (easily) but hearts find homes. Sometimes I wonder if she was funny? Was she still in his life? Was she less complicated than me? Did she even know of my existence? Probably not. 2012 was also the year I publicly disappeared from his life. Date nights became awkward and stressful. I was waiting for the shoe to drop so I could finally breathe a sigh of relief….that I had not imagined it all…made her up in my head to justify reasons to break away from him. In the years to come, I learned that I did not imagine her but I imagined the power she had. She is probably long gone and happily married while…I am writing this to you during love week 2019…. ~KJM dropping Chapter 3 before I head to bed. It’s rare that I am inspired to write at night but there is a fire in me that wants to complete this project. Stay tuned❤️

Almost A Decade Of My Love And Styles: Chapter Two, Year 2011 (A Special Love Week Edition)

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Year 2011….I turned 30 and unfortunately…the blue/green eyeshadow phase continued! F*ck??‍♀️ Where the hell were my friends?! Why didn’t someone stop me?! ??‍♀️ And yes I was still deeply in love with him. I think this was the first year we actually had a separation period. I started traveling again (Miami and Vegas) and my weave just kept getting longer and longer. And no I do not have a company to shout out because at this point…I WAS STILL WEARING STORE BOUGHT HAIR! ? WTF?! But I even threw in some honey blonde streaks….which he did not like. Or maybe it was the length he didn’t care for. He never said a word but his eyes spoke volumes. ? I think this is also the year that I fell in love with pleather (fake leather) and animal prints again….I mean could I be any more Jersey when you put the eyeshadow, pleather, and animal prints together?! ????‍♀️ F*ck! Yet my oh so Jersey self was still hanging on to love. When things were good they were great! When they were bad…they were horrible. I wanted more from him but as time went by…I got less. And not less eyeshadow either! F*ck! Maybe my eyeshadow was overcompensating for something?! Sex was still great at this point…especially make up sex. That would be our thing. And I still loved to spend every moment I could with him. Work was slowly picking up for me but not by much. Adulting was still mopping the floor with me but at least I still had him, my eyeshadow, my pleather, my animal prints, and my trips with friends. It was a crazy time yet I still felt wanted. And date nights were still exciting to me. 2011 was still a good year for love (me) and lust (him). ~KJM on Serenity Sunday completing chapter 2 (2011) of my special love week edition. So far, looking back in time does not make me sad…except for the damn blue/green eyeshadow! ?

Almost A Decade Of My Love And Styles: Chapter One, Year 2010 (A Special Love Week Edition)

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It is the beginning of Love Week 2019 and I had an idea. Really the idea came to me last week but I convinced myself that it was too soon for me to open up myself and be vulnerable with you all once again. So I scratched the idea and kept on with my life. Only…this morning, I awoke…feeling the need to share….almost a decade of failed love. My main focus was going to be around my lipstick colors and how I matched them with certain years of….oh yea….my failed love life but then I realized that from 2010-2015, I hardly wore lipsticks except a gold tone one and an occasional splash of Wet N’ Wild’s “Vamp It Up” when I wanted to be bold. I think that color is now discontinued…much like my love life. Lol. But I digress. One thing that had drastically changed from all the years that I was in love with the Ex Factor (2010-2019) was my style….from the crazy blue/green eyeshadow phase that seemed never ending ??‍♀️ matched with bland or gold lips, various hair style changes, the resurgence of my love for traveling, and just me getting to know myself even deeper through every failed year. Most writers probably shy away from writing about what they failed at but not me! Fml. I just put it all out there when I am ready (of course). So here I am…reliving a year…2010 to be exact. It was the happiest I had ever been with any man. I fell so unexpectedly and so deeply on a sun shower day under the Tappan Zee Bridge. Whether it was overcast or sunshine, I felt safe and secure. I felt like he heard me…like he understood me. And even though adulthood was kicking my ass…he was holding my hands through it. I had ALLOWED him to hold my hands through it. 2010 was such an unexpected year. I never meant to fall in love. Never thought it was possible for me to fall so deeply. I fell…I bumped my head…I had anxiety about how two unlikely people would make it as a couple. Even though all the signs were there…that he was not ready and I was not the one…I took the risk and in those rain drops I let him hold my hand and guide me through the storm. Through the ups and downs, I held on tightly. My heart just could not let go. Though I will always wonder…had I been strong enough to let go Labor Day weekend 2010….maybe I would have experienced true love by now? ~KJM on Serenity Sunday. I am hoping I have the time, patience, and understanding to complete each chapter and drop them throughout the week. If I don’t finish…please don’t be upset with me. I am transitioning in my life and that is a terribly hard thing to do while being vulnerable publicly with my thoughts and heartache. One love ❤️ FYI I have already gathered pictures of myself from each year so be sure to check them out with each post.

Happy New Year!

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Happy New Year from Kingston Expressions! May your 2018 be filled with peace, love, and blessings! ~KJM on Temptation Tuesday. FYI. I am currently on vacation. Blog will resume when I get back home. ?

What UNForgiveness Is Doing To Your Relationship

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Recently, I’ve had a number of readers write to me about how they struggle with forgiving their spouses. One reader is still so hurt from her husband’s affair (over a decade ago). Now you know I don’t like to give the marrieds (or anyone for that matter) advice but UNFORGIVENESS is like my thing (sad to say). While I believe that he did not sleep with her, I spent years punishing the Ex Factor for talking to that chick back in late 2012. You see we wrote some of the rules for our situationship from the jump. Monogamy was one of them. The rule was if we met someone else that we would want to explore with…we would let the other one know FIRST before pursuing the new person. Seven years later and I’ve yet to meet anyone that I want to explore with but I have broken things off to get a break from the Ex Factor and chill with Mister Good For Right Now. With that being said, I held onto that shit until this year! I’ve never trusted him since. It may sound psycho saying this since we were just in a situationship but always remember that for the GEMINI any betrayal is a huge betrayal. We treat it all like your dick or pussy betrayed us. Makes no difference to us if actual physical cheating took place. ?? And that one situation pushed the Ex Factor off of the high pedestal I had him on. He fell from grace and…became HUMAN! But I digress…What I’ve learned from that mess was forgiveness is a one way street that divides at one point. It’s either you forgive and move on or you forgive and rebuild a better relationship (through counseling and strengthening communication) BUT what you cannot do is say you forgive, want to work things out, and then spend every day of the rest of your lives punishing your spouse! ?? Read that line over again! If you lie to yourself and your spouse by pretending you have let go of their infidelity, you are now the person messing up! And worst of all, the person you are enslaving is YOURSELF! ?? Yea…take that in! You are enslaving yourself! The sole reason, I believe, that I have not been able to successfully let go of the Ex Factor is because I never truly forgave him for hurting me back in December 2012! ? Negative feelings can bind you to a person just as much (if not more) as positive feelings! So while I thought it was love that tied me to him, it was really my need to torture his ass for breaking my heart! Sick….I know but knowledge is power and I’m now writing this from the start of a healing place. The thing about affairs is it makes the person cheated on feel less than. Even when we know our worth, the mind is a crazy place. It makes us doubt what the heart tells us….that our spouse is human and made a huge mistake. If your spouse has never cheated again and fully recommitted to the relationship then you need to too! That is unless any cheating is a deal breaker for you. In that case, you may want to forgive and move on. Though if you are married, I strongly believe marriages are not to be entered into nor existed lightly! So you better make sure you’ve done all you can do before you walk away with regrets! Ironically, Crazy slept with half of Penn State’s female population while we were dating and I never held anything against him when we stayed friends for years. I mean I was pissed at the time but because I never truly loved him so my heart and mind did not hold on to his sins! Not to mention, I paid his ass back nicely when I met and chose Jason! ?? Never cheat in revenge! I don’t recommend it but when I was young…I accidentally did and when I saw the hurt on Crazy’s face (though we were broken up so it wasn’t cheating in this instance) as he was fucking up my apartment once he saw the huge hicky Jason left on my neck…I couldn’t help but think we were finally fucking even! ?? But yea…don’t be young Kingston! Lol. Now let me get back on track. Our UNFORGIVENESS is more about us than the person that hurt us. We have to do the work on ourselves (whether or not our spouse recommits to us). Free yourself from the hurt. You were treated less than but you are more than…shown through your love and forgiveness to a partner that is willing to do the work and not betray us again. You are worthy my dear. To my reader I say, God is love and if God can forgive us, who are we not to forgive others? ~KJM on Temptation Tuesday. Strange topic for today but since I’ve been working on myself and the status of my heart…there is no time like the present to discuss something heavy on my heart. I really hope today’s blog helps many. Editor’s tip: when I’m remembering hurts from the Ex Factor, I make a mental note of all the crap he has forgiven me for….because neither of us are perfect! One love?

My 2017 Fashion MUST HAVES! (‘Tis The Year To Be Daring)

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Fashion is not my life yet with the correct styling…fashion gives me a whole new lease on life. Lately, I’ve been looking good and feeling good! Yasss?? Today, I want to share 7 of my Fashion 2017 MUST HAVES in hopes that it will inspire you ladies to be bold with your colors and choices! 7. SPANX WITH THE CROTCH CUT OUT! My spanx is right up there with my credit card and birth control…I don’t leave home without it! Until I get my snap back body (from life…no baby lol), my favorite pair of spanx gives me that snatch back look! ?? Yasss child. But up until recently, those bad boys use to seal off my pussy! Poor thing in the summer…just can’t catch a break and get some air unless I leave my spanx and underwear at home. ? Reminiscing right now about some of the hot summer date nights the Ex Factor and I use to share! ? But I digress. Someone must have finally sent Spanx the memo that their customers are fighting off vaginal infections while wearing their products…because the next time I went to buy my favorite pair…THE CROTCH WAS CUT OUT! Spanx, my vagina and GYN thanks you! ? Snatch my waist…not my pussy hairs! Yasss lawd…I’m feeling free! ?? 6. GOLD IS BACK (EXCEPT FOR ENGAGEMENT RINGS?)! When I was on my way to San Francisco, I boldly decided to switch up my almost 100% silver jewelry collection (well I really only wear earrings) for some gold! My favorite were these gigantic gold heart earrings! Had me feeling totally 90s! Yass?? Couldn’t tell me anything in those earrings! And surprisingly…I glow in them! So yasss gold is back! Even though it’s like sexy…it never really left! ?5. HOOP EARRINGS! Now to me these never went out of style! A nice hoop lets me get my Jersey girl on easily! I feel sexy in them and ready to take on the world! Stop being modest and get ready to be bold! 4. EYELASHES! Now I’m not talking about those bad clown ones some women are wearing…I’m talking about the tastefully done ones…with a bit of drama! I tried my very first semi permanent pair before I left for San Francisco and I LOVE THEM! Lately, I’ve been wearing minimal makeup (MAC’s concealer, brown eyebrow pencil, a little shimmering glow from MAC on my cheeks, and a NYX Velvet Matte lipstick called Duchess Duchess) and everyone is going crazy over this look on me! It’s the lashes people! ? That’s what’s making my look pop! Try getting semi permanent lashes that fit your features and don’t be afraid to turn up the drama! 3. COFFIN NAILS/SHAPE! I use to wear my real nails in a square pattern. It’s been around forever! Well for my first trip to California…the same old same old just wouldn’t do! I had my nail tech file my nails into the coffin nails’ shape and I absolutely adore it! Never have my nails looked sexier! ? 2. A NEW HAIR STYLE! Once again, for my San Francisco trip…I wanted dramatic change so I gave my hairdresser permission to do a new hair style! And boy did she hit the nail on the dot! I got the drama and the change I so desperately needed! Now…I’m not that big on change but I know when it’s time for it…at least fashion wise. I have these deep bangs that are cut in an edgy manner and every day I wake up feeling like Angela Bassett’s cousin! Yass hunni! She did that! ?? 1. A NEW ATTITUDE! Society always preys on girls and women…leaving us feeling self conscious but I’ve noticed it gets even worse once a woman approaches her 30s…especially if she’s a mother. I hear women say…I’m too old for this or I’m too tired for this. Well um…no disrespect…but y’all look it! Even though I was much smaller in my 20s…I did not know the meaning of SEXY until I entered my 30s! ?? Now I kill it. 30s taught me what being seductive is about! I’ve taken more risks in this decade than any other thus far! Hell I’ve been fucking a man 9 years MY JUNIOR for 6.5 years! ???How the fuck you think I bring him to his knees (sexually of course)?! Them young girls ain’t taking their vitamins like they use to! Lol. 30s (and up) should equal CONFIDENCE! ?? Yass…hail to my 30s! It gave birth to a BOSS CHICK on all levels. So if you let your age define and restrict you…you will look it. One of the things I learned from Mama Michaels is that each decade is an opportunity to redefine yourself…not lose yourself. And trust…she’s a bad chick in her own right! I don’t know too many people who have a mother that looks like mine…at any age! ?? So kick that I’m too old and I’m just going to do this one style for the rest of my life view! That thought process is tired and it looks it! ~KJM dropping some fashion tips on Temptation Tuesday! ? 

Breaking Up Is Expensive (The Me And Mr. Wrong Got A Thing Going On Edition)

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I generally do not get IG-NANT (yes I meant to say ignorant just that way) on Flashback Friday but there’s no time like the present to tackle this foolishness! Today I share my views of Mary J. Blige’s soon to be ex husband’s (Kendu) itemized spousal support request. Now I’m going to leave the legal analysis of each amount to both their legal teams. My only goal today is to rip in his ass the new asshole I hope Mary’s legal team leaves him with! I know the men reading this are going to side eye me for this blog but let me be clear…even when wives are requesting outlandish things during their divorce…I have something to say! So miss me with the if the shoe was on the other foot shit!✌?️I believe spousal support should just be for the needed things…like taking care of children (the payers children) but we will get back to that soon! I do not support a woman asking for money for expensive outfits and big houses (unless they got lots of children) during a divorce. And typically the wife in the situation is a stay at home mom who possibly gave up a career to be there for her husband and her children! But before I even get carried away with this fuckery…let’s attack this list from Mary’s eyes! Here is the break down of the almost 130,000 a month Kendu is requesting: 8. 8,000 FOR A PRIVATE CHEF (The Not Gonna Cry Editon)! Now Mary why you allow his ass to eat well during your 12 years of marriage?! You (the bread winner) should have had his ass consistently eating the tuna in a can…you met him eating! Private Chef my ass! MFer better learn how to heat up some Oodles Of Noodles and downgrade from steak and lobster cause Mary taking that shit with her! And you might as well break out the Boone’s cheap liquor because there will be no more fine dining and expensive wine tastings! Get thee to a well in Maine and fill some jugs up of that free water because I’m not playing with your ass no more!✌?️7. 3,200 PERSONAL TRAINER (The Reminisce Edition)! Um Kendu…remember that two speed bike you use to ride before meeting Mary?! Your ass better start riding it around the block in order to get in shape because Mary taking HER personal trainer…your ass barely used…with her! I know you don’t expect her to pay for you to get in shape for other women?! You done lost your mind! You don’t even got a body like the model Tyson or the singer Tank! Miss me with all of that! Get on that two speed and fucking ride down a hill! Okay…maybe I’m being an asshole here…Mary gonna throw in some training wheels just to show you she is reasonable!✌?️6. 1,000 CLOTHING ALLOWANCE (The Stay Down Edition)! Kendu remember when Mary met you…you use to wear FUBU? Well why the fuck can’t you continue that? The fuck you want custom made expensive shit for? FUBU is very affordable now! Mary still willing to pay for that but if you talking about Tom Ford and shit you gonna be assed out sitting on a corner rocking a Coogi Sweater! And I’m not talking about one of the throwback originals either! ✌?️5. 5,000 TO PAY EACH OF HIS PARENTS (The Family Affair Edition)! Are your folks senile? They bet the fuck be because this is some ridiculousness! Pay them for what?! And they are your fucking parents?! Why the fuck can’t you support them off your salary?! Oh that’s right…you ain’t got no job when Mary fired you as her manager! Well the paper boy told me the local newspaper looking for more paperboys…get on that motherfucking two speed (listed in number 7) and make your fucking self useful! Apply yourself and guess what….get a fucking job! Many wives have to do that after a divorce anyways…so your ass should be no different! ✌?️4. 71,000 For Rental Properties (The What’s the 411/Love No Limit Edition)! Boo, you remember the line of credit we got to buy and rent properties?! Yea…we only got that shit because I’m motherfucking Mary J. Blige! Kendu who? Not even Mary’s boys from her old neighborhood know who you are! When Mary leaves…she’s taking her line of credit with her…so that should ease the 71,000 monthly burden off of you…cause you still don’t got no job! This is a good time to say Rest In Comedic Peace Tommy from the hit show Martin! The “man you ain’t got no job” skit is still applicable in life today!? 3. 5,000 A MONTH TO SUPPORT HIS TWO CHILDREN FROM A PAST RELATIONSHIP (The YOUR Child Edition)! Now Auntie Kingston love the kids but where the fuck is their biological mama and why don’t you hit that bitch up for the 5,000 a month?! You must have just lost your fucking mind Kendu! You on drugs? You must be on that cheap stuff since the breakup happened! Remember what Auntie Whitney said before her passing…“I don’t do crack…crack is cheap!” Kendu heed Auntie Whitney Houston’s advice and get yourself to some sort of rehab (on your own dime of course)!✌?️2. 2,500 FOR AUTO EXPENSES AND TRANSPORTATION (The I’m Goin Down Edition)! Kendu….you ever heard of a BUS PASS? It’s the ultimate transportation throwback! I suggest you utilize the few dollars you have in your bank account (and not the joint one either…Mary froze that one) and invest in a bus pass! Once the two speed needs maintenance (because you rode down a hill one time too many) and you aren’t able to afford it…the bus pass will be helpful! Don’t thank me now…you can thank me later when you riding the bus all through what ever dingy city you can afford to live in…on your nonexistent income that is!✌?️ 1. 5,708 FOR MAINTENANCE AND REPAIR ON HIS PROPERTIES (The No More Drama Edition)! What properties boo? Mary selling them all! And I just told you she’s taking her line of credit with her! Kendu, in the words of the great Lauryn Hill…“it could all be so simple…but you’d rather make it hard…loving you is like a battle…and we both end up with scars.” Now Mary, I’m praying for you during this difficult time! If your lawyers can’t get these expenses down to a reasonable amount…call me! While I’m a Christian and do not believe in Obea (Jamaican version of Voodoo)….if you need me to…I know a man in the mountains of Jamaica…who can create some serious sprinkle dust ???and once he blows it in the air Kendu will feel it all the way in the US! Just kidding ? But rassclot maybe a only dat can shortin dis a list ya? ~KJM being straight IG-NANT on Flashback Friday!? My parents gonna beat the hell out of me when they learn I wrote about an Obea man lol but then again if someone was sticking me for 130,000 a month…the Michaels family may just have to look into it lol???? 

The Basic Bitch Verses The Bad Bitch (Both Need To Do Better Edition)

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A woman can be basic and unnatural. As well as a woman can be “natural” and not basic. It’s not really about cosmetics nor style. Basic is a mind frame and it comes in all different shapes and forms. Basic is as basic does…. But let me remind you that the “basic” bitch isn’t better than the “bad” bitch. The bad bitch only has her looks and body to depend on while the basic bitch is missing brains, talent, spine, and perhaps looks. They both aren’t BOSSES?? ~KJM on Charm School Monday clearing up any bad basic confusions lol

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