Stalking: A Bitchassness Study

Dear People:

First off, let me just say this: stalking is one of the pussiest moves that has ever occurred to man. Imagine living in your house, and you get a call, but the person hangs up.

You're alone...you hear a car pass by, then there's commotion on the street soon after. Your heart starts to race slightly, and soon after, coldness rises up your left arm...the feeling is thus moving closer to your heart, and suddenly panic ensues.

Goosebumps.

So...let's go back to a recent stalker who admits his stalkery: Lyfe Jennings. He's following the mother of his children, and basically could have killed her, leaving his child motherless; not thinking he will get caught, he exhibits bitchassness in full form...and with no qualms about it.

Now you're going to jail...and your kid loses both parents...but fortunately, she's alive. But now she has to bring YOUR kid to see you stupid ass in jail.

Question: Are you fucking nuts? Answer: Yep, you are.

It's recently occurred to me that I too, have a stalker. Here's the difference between myself and most women. I'm not afraid of bitchassness. If a man put his car, let alone his hands on me, he should probably murder me. I'd even go to jail to prove my point. Watch the movie Civil Brand for details.

Ladies: do not allow this type of bitchassness to occur in your life. If you think you're a victim, just look yourself in the mirror and say "No Mas."

Bitchassness can not occur. Not when Obama is in office, and certainly not on my fucking watch.

xo,
Black Daria ;/

Questioning Friendships: A moment with Black Daria

Source: Web

Dear People:

I need to address this issue. It's been bothering me all summer, but I got a text from a person who calls herself a friend.

First off, let's go to the dictionary to define "friend." According to dictionary.com, this is a person who is "attracted to another by feelings of personal regard."

What this means to me is that one must reciprocate courtesy in order to receive it in return.

I won't go into too many details but this person who calls herself a friend decided to contact me and ask ME if SHE was still on "punishment" because I haven't spoken to her in 6 months or so...

First of all, I was basically in the middle of mayhem at my former employer, but I went to go see her while she was in a state of distress.

Her response? She never returned a phone call until two months later. Claims she doesn't use cell phones much. I guess it's hard when your bitch ass man who calls himself such has to use your cell phone as his own.

Right...they share the phone, so his bitch ass probably never told you I called. And you never bother to ask his bitchass if I called.

More importantly, you never called. Why? Because you only care about yourself.

Yeah, me too. So kick rocks and have a nice life. I'll see you again, and you've already been forgiven.

I... Just never forget bitchassness.

xo,
Black Daria ;/

Dear Lindsay: In Jail? Thank your fucked up parents.

Source: Maxim Online

Dear Lindsay:

So I read you're going back to jail. Makes me sad because after discovering that you don't need adderall or any of the other drugs prescribed to keep you in order, you have to pay for their mistakes.

Personally, I get it, and in say you should be tired of paying for their bitchassness. Yep, it's bitchassness.

When you get out, I advise you to keep both of those bastards out of your life.

They fucking suck monkey balls.

xo,
Black Daria ;/

There's always an excuse...

Hmmm...so let's see here:

1. She (obviously crack is one of her many problems that some blogs have touched upon) was going to go shoot a film scene, and get a burger and a few bucks.

2. He's not a pimp, he's a HUSTLER. He HUSTLES. *wink*

3. A long time ago, I once read where a music executive said he doesn't hustle, because it gets you nowhere.

Other notable mentions:

4. Names of crackheads that have been through the hood include Ike Turner (RIP) Robert Downey Jr., A Pointer Sister (cause I was about to say do not talk about Auntie Patty), etc.

I'll leave with this. You don't have to necessarily be a crackhead who's unfortunately bi-polar to be in a situation like this, and you also can choose to believe what you wish. A HUSTLER will always be a HUSTLER.

xoxo,
Black Daria

Bitchasses at work: The 3rd (right?) Maia Campbell video...

Now while this didn't happen to me, DON'T let this happen to you...it's quite bitchass of these dudes (and I think I heard a female other than Maia at one point). And there are some female bitchasses out there...we will get to that soon...

By the way, she, at one time, was a rising starlet.

xoxo,

Black Daria ;/

About a bitchass...

I've neglected a topic far too long...I've tried to protect those who I thought may be innocent, but today I learned that there's just no protecting a bitchass.


Here is my story.

We met over 8 years ago...according to him, he remembers the first time we met, and he instantly knew he was smitten with me. Of course, I didn't notice...a huge problem at the time was he had a girlfriend, and that wasn't the territory I played in...so I stayed away, and our paths crossed again a few years later...but this time, I decided things were different. I didn't want a boyfriend, so his "situation" (his words) at that time didn't matter to me. READ: I DECIDED.

So despite a few shortcomings (OK to laugh, I do now as I look back), I believed him. Everything. He was supposedly leaving his girl and two children soon...it had an "expiration date." Those were the words he used to describe the "situation." Said he got "caught up" and didn't think she was the one, but doesn't want to leave her with the kids. I was ready to start my business, and his help turned into love...and then it officially got ugly.

It started with the night before Thanksgiving...at the time, I thought he was really into me, not realizing I was an escape from his problems. After another all nighter in my car, I got to Queens, with the lovely smell of cooking in the air, but was too tired to help, as I'd been up all night. Wasn't asleep even 10 minutes when I get a text from him...apparently he "slipped", left his phone open, and she read my last text to him.

Next came an email from her. I wasn't nervous, but I knew it wasn't good...all it said was "I am so happy to hear you are in love with him, you can have him!!" This was followed by a phone call to my mother the next day (yes, the babies' mother called MY mom), to inform her that I was fucking the father of her children...yes, she called MY mom in case you missed that...fun times. By the way, we were all well over the ages of 21.

So what did I do next? What every stupid girl who thinks someone loves them does...kept believing what HE said. READ: WHAT HE SAID.

After another year of this, I knew things were probably not going to change, but I admit, I was pretty lost. I did a lot of things to fill the time, made some more mistakes, and eventually left the situation. It was no good for anyone involved.

But then he called again. I'd been in another relationship and I had certainly changed.

Unfortunately he hadn't.

I think it was in some of the pages I made it through in Steve Harvey's book (people were beginning to think I was anorexic because I barfed after each chapter, so I didn't read the whole thing) where he talked about what men do when they cheat, and he said they will drop the person's name to you and act as if things are friendly.


When the incident Steve described happened this past May, even I couldn't have written the next chapter of this book.

Enter Facebook. Fucking Facebook. If I didn't have it, then my other friend and I probably wouldn't be speaking today. I don't always read my notes because I get inundated with over a million, but here comes a note, and it's contents were not expected.

The name was dropped again, but this time, they were now in a relationship. She thought it had been the reason I didn't reach out to her in a few months. I instantly remembered the email he'd just sent last week where he emailed her picture in one of his famous blasts. What I didn't know last week is she thought she was in a relationship too, and had started to tell her friends, including our mutual friend. She decided to tell both of us, because she thought we should know the truth.


Funny, because we had a sex date planned the day after her "guest bartending" event, which was what the email was in regards to when it was sent. She probably doesn't know that, but she will know now. Even more interesting was I met this young woman a month before he did, as she was interested in having someone represent her...her first comment was "I can't fuck with dudes in this business, they are always trying to fuck me," and other catch phrases.

I just didn't think it would be...him.


It was a surprise when I got that email with the same girl he was "just friends" with, because I thought, that can't be the same girl. The bitchass dude even lied to me and said it wasn't her before I learned he was fucking the "rising starlet", but as soon as I went back to my email to read her bullshit bio, I knew it was her, which prompted me to call him to ask him if there was something he wanted to tell me. No response, so I then asked him flat out "Are you fucking her?" to which he replied a sad ass "Yes, we have..." followed by, "But it's not like that."


Is it ever "like that?"

Many women today usually believe when they are fucking a man, they are in a relationship, so that must have been where she was in the whole "situation" I presume. I used to make that mistake until I learned what the difference was, so when we started dealing with each other again, I knew our meetings were sex dates. I'd almost feel sorry for her if I hadn't met this whore; but to add insult to injury, the friend who told me about this new relationship had warned this "starlet," who couldn't even get a secondary role on Harlem Heights (I remembered that detail from one of my phone conversations with her), about this dude...the ones she tried to avoid in her "career."


Did I, Black Daria, ever think I was in a relationship at this point or any? No, and I know why.


I actually thought this time around, being an honest friend would help, but I realized just from that one note I got on Facebook that people will be who they are...and in this case, this man-child is a straight bitchass. READ: MAN-CHILD. Plus, he's still involved with the baby's mother, so really, how could I ever think this guy was my boyfriend, let alone think I was in a relationship.


I have my wrongs...I could have used some more self-esteem, stuck to my guns on dealing with men who haven't quite ended another relationship...but this time, I tried to actually be a friend first...it just now ends up where we will never be friends again.


People may say I was wrong for dealing with a man with children, but after the age of 25, the chances of meeting a man without children are slim. However, I learned that being alone is far better than being with someone who has NO ONE's interest at heart except their own.

Trust me, I'm just as much of a fool, and I know this...I just thought out of a lot of girls out there, it wouldn't actually be one who approached me for business help to go and fuck a dude I knew and worked with at one time...let alone the bitchass knew I had been talking to her about work, but still fucked her with no regard for my feelings. There's a lot more to the story, but I think this is enough for now.


I have to remember the mistakes I made, but I wanted to take a minute to tell some folks about some things I've realized:


1. Usually, when your friend tells you a guy is a dog or "man-whore", it's usually true. You should probably listen. I didn't.


2. You should never fuck your clients. I can proudly say I've never fucked a client, but I've definitely mixed business with pleasure...however, I don't advise it.


3. When you meet a bitchass who is living with the mother of his children (wonder if the starlet knew that he still lived with her and his two children, oops), keep in mind that these men can be very creative. At the present moment, the "expiration date" turned into "we just make a show for HER friends, but we know we aren't a couple." I knew it was bullshit, but I also knew what we had was NOT a relationship. I guess that's what I would say too when I know I don't even have $50 to get a room of my own, let alone an apartment, because I am a lame ass who lives off of other women's finances.


4. If you always find yourself coming out of pocket, especially when he needs paypal money sent to him so he can probably get a bottle of Hennessy when he gets out of jail, he's probably not that into you.


5. My very good male friend told me a long time ago, "BD, if he's living with his baby's mother, they definitely still fuck." Always remember this if you ever deal with a man who lives with the mother of his children; if he tells you otherwise, he's a liar.

I assume this is what happens when you fall for the wrong one.

I am proud I got to my own gossip first. I think this shit is certainly deeper than Amber Rose's breasts. To all the ladies who think that you can't do better, know that you can do a lot better than a 34 year-old promoter who thinks being a man-whore is everything, and worth more than his own family. If he'd treat his baby mother with no respect, then it's likely he will never respect you, especially when he has no respect for himself.


I'm done...onto the next chapter. As of today, I say goodbye to this bitchass, knowing that although I may not be a pretty model, I am me, and someone will see that it's more than enough for them...plus Chuck Bass (new season of Gossip Girl starts 9/14) is back in town...Black Daria has some options.

xoxo,
Black Daria ;/


P.S. Please feel free to forward this to all baby mothers and rising starlets. Thanks.

Wanna get your co-worker fired? Apply now...

So just when you thought things were a mess, it gets better...

FOX, the network chock-full of geniuses, decided it would be great if, at a time when many don't know when their house will be foreclosed on, or if they will indeed have the extra money ($.50 to be exact) to get to the next job interview, comes a great reality TV show that really decides to sink Americans just a bit lower...because we simply can't come up with better programming. And, why not make money off one's sorrows and pain.

Introducing, Someone's Gotta Go, where each week, a company of 15-20 dipshits will compete against each other, ultimately deciding the fate of one of their co-workers...oh yes, because in these hard times, we need to remind people of the day they were told something like "your 'services' are no longer needed, or whatever bullshit excuse companies come up with to ensure procurement is achieved.

So, you may want to watch the whole video I found via YouTube produced by GoLeftTV, or just skip ahead to about 2:52, where the fuckery begins.

Oh, and here's the link (source: Daily News) sent to me earlier today. Anybody can get up on YouTube, but I actually was feeling this dude, so I may have to add it to my list of things to watch.

Enjoy the ridiculousness...I wonder if there's a company out there called Bullshit Productions.

GoLeftTV (Story begins at approx 2:50-2:52)

xoxo,
Black Daria ;/

Well, well well...

I knew this chick was shady...so the plot thickens on Tia, baby mother of Ricky Rossy. Seems this young ladies got felonies for days and weeks.

According to Word on the Streets Mag, not only has this woman been charged with assault and tampering with evidence, but....SURPRISE, child neglect.

Makes me believe I was dead on in #3 of my note to Fiddy, or Curtis, as I like to call him.

So you went and found this shady bitch, bought her a fur, gucci shoes and did things we can't see on camera, right? Seems the money would have been best spent building a Youth Center in Hollis (of course you'd need more than you spent on that greasy tramp). You may want to give me a call to talk about business consulting on a grassroots level. But after the disaster show Money and the Power on MTV, I think I will pass.

Good job, 50! See, I told you no response IS A RESPONSE.

xoxo,

Black Daria

Dear Curtis

Photo credit: xxl.com

Dear Curtis,

Wow, unreal. See, the other day on Talk Dat Ish radio, I was asked about the video featuring you with Ricky Rossy's baby mother, and I thought to myself, and actually said out loud "How bitchy!" I can not tell a lie, I did laugh at a few of the witty seconds within the clip...but I am really at a loss for words.

No, actually I am not. I am not sure what I just witnessed, but I have a few questions:

1. Did you notice she was missing a tooth on the left side? Maybe you should have taken her to the dentist first...but then again, they made your teeth too big too, because you can't seem to close your mouth or anything. Hey, I could use some work myself, but I thought I'd mention it since you seem to be so freaking generous...had a great time at your Superbowl party back in '06 even though I arrived late, btw...I was the one with the girl dropping those "leaves" on the floor ;)

2. I am trying to understand why you had to bring up the other baby mother, who happens to be an escort...she had a kid, that means she's not a man, and it seems Ricky ain't gay...you picking out furs? Hmmm...I mean I dunno, I thought ladies went out with their GIRLS and did that? Plus I don't think it's nice to blow someone up without their consent, she isn't complaining about bread, she's getting money, so kudos to her. Even if it's dirty and whorish.

3. Didn't see her buying anything for the kid she's going to court for...wonder how this video is gonna work out for her in court.

But why do you care right? I don't know, I just don't think Rick Ross is worth responding to...for Pete's sake he was just trying to feed his kids legally with the corrections gig....or be legit, whatever they are calling the rat race these days...

I will say this...after today's judgement, I hope Shaniqua isn't flying to Miami...but then again, she doesn't seem like Ricky's type.

Please do not release anymore tomfoolery of this sort on your site. Do it for Hollis.

Signed,
Black Daria (who at one time, lived on the other side of the LIRR tracks in St. Albans, giving me full clearance to address you as Curtis ;/)

Some gossip. Because you care, right? Right.

Gossip catch up...Black Daria was busy on Talk Dat Ish radio tonight, so she doesn't have time for updates or rants, but here...since you all want to know what's going on:

WHO IS THIS?

I know, I'd say the same thing if I didn't watch The City on MTV. But this fool, after attending a Downtown event Whitney invites Olivia to (not knowing she was breaking many rules of the Upper East Class by simply breathing in her direction) says, "We are polar opposites from the Downtown people" and other nonsense. You'll have to watch about 15 minutes into it to hear this bitchass. Yea, you sir, are a bitchass.

Why are you getting arrested for picking up hookers, skipping out on hotel bills...um...doesn't sound like movin' on up is as good as George and Weezie made it seem. Guess I will just keep kicking it here in Harlem. And I like Downtown far better than you snobs who have to pay for ass because you are awkward and that's the only way to get a girl. Ask Eliot Spitzer. No links for that dude, google him.

***Tell them why you're mad, Black Daria...***

Other...stuff:

Fabu-not: Is this true? If so, I think I am tired of hearing this type of stuff, like what's next? Are we in a recession or is it just some of us? Hey, I am the first person to tell you, it's not easy being Black Daria...but I just am not doing stupid shit like this (if it's true of course). Pretty outlandish tale...

Aaliyah-Z? You know, I was not even going to post this, but here is what I hope: Jay-Z or Dame Dash better come back and put this young lady to rest...I was going to do a tribute to her just two weeks ago...come on, let her rest, please. I will also still read Mediatakeout.com because like many of you, I am in love with this stuff just as much as you are. It would be a lie if I said otherwise, so there :/. Plus I read it on two other blogs...somebody better respond.

Danity Kane is no more, so they say. And frankly my dears, I don't give a fuck (if this is true). You should be nicer to people you meet, you never know when they will blog about how your clothes were a hot mess, or that you are just straight up stank. So, I am happy to see you are DISBANDED.

I probably wouldn't say that, but "Oh well, oh well..." as Radio Personality Miss Jones says. Of course, I will be watching when they come back on February 5th at 9PM. Diddy is no fool, there's alot to learn from him...I know, but I think people underestimate him because he's a dancer. Just saying. Look, he moved into Prime Time hours...not even the Hills gets 9 PM...

OK, Eyes are officially popped out of my head.

xoxo,

Black Daria ;/