Britney Annice

"What did you just say?" "It's not lady like to say those words." "Watch ya mouth." Times When I enjoying Cussing: -When I'm mad -When I'm rapping (Aintbritrapping ?) -When I'm acting -When I'm telling a story Okay, the kitchen might get a little steamy today so if you can't take the heat, you better get out now. Y'all know I love to laugh and hearing people cuss has always tickled me. I especially loved hearing older black women say those words so cool. I mean, they would say it so fast and so good, it would leave you like "Dang, did she just say what I think she said?" Now, while I do enjoy cussing, I hate the word "bitch". It really gets under my skin. And no, I don't care how it's used. If you ever hear me refer to you as such, we not friends. It's funny because I always have to have this "Don't call me that" discussion with people at some point and it's really a...

"I'm going to call and ask my Dad to fix it." "Me and my Dad are having a dinner date tomorrow" It took me a long time to decide to write this post. I get really iffy when it comes to talking about the loss of my father because I don’t want or need anybody to pity me or feel like they have to find the right words to say. You know how black people try to comfort you, “Damn. That’s crazy. You gone be cool tho.” Or “I don’t even know what to say to you fam, I hear you though. Let me know if you need something” or they just look at you while you cry and be like “Damn. You good?" Why y'all so awkward? I specifically remember a time when I was on the road traveling for work a few years ago. I had some downtime so I walked to a local cafe for lunch. While I was sitting there, I noticed a young mother with 2 children and an older man who she referred to as "Dad." Yes, I was that close. Yes, I was being hella nosy. No, I am not a creeper. I sat...