Britney Annice

"I need a break." I have to say, I have been finding the internet to be exceptionally entertaining and funny lately. I'm always cracking up at someone's Instagram post, a meme on Facebook, or some random footage from Twitter. But then, there's the negativity, which is extremely draining. Y'all, I don't care how bad things get in my life, please, please, please, don't let me get on the internet arguing with people that don't have a profile picture and misspelling stuff trying to send a subliminal message to my man. Just... take my phone... okay? Photo: Stephen Nitz When I broke up with my last boyfriend, which was in the year 1802, I purposely took a short break from social media. I was upset and when I'm upset, like most folk, I have a tendency to make that apparent. I'd found myself clapping back at someone on social media once before and I was like "Britney girl, what you doin'? Ain't that why you got a blog?&quo

"Dang Brit. You be hiring & firing em'!" "You are very good at goodbyes." The other day, I did something I thought I would never do. I picked up my phone, opened my list of blocked callers and wondered if there was anybody I needed to let out on bail. Like, what if I was wrong about somebody? What if I made a mistake? What if God hid my husband in my blocked list? Sike. I don't take trash out of the basket. And I don't believe that God would do a sista like that. Here's my truth: As a child, I was very mild mannered and shy. I didn't say much. Didn't bother nobody. And didn't want to be bothered. At home, I was a completely different person. I was silly, outgoing, sassy, sweet and I was bothering everybody in my house. At school, I was bullied. At home, I tried to fight my brothers just for not letting me play Sega with them. I would always come home and complain about what someone said or did to me at school, until my famil

"I wanna go out, but I don't want to be around a whole lot of people, but I wanna mingle and see new faces and I wanna hear good music but I don't wanna dance." If you're anything like me, an extroverted introvert, you appreciate a good night out minus all of the extra stuff like heels and crowds you can't move in. I wanted to bring in this past birthday as cool and chill as possible. You know, flats, cupcakes, a drink and a nap. Well, I started my weekend just the way I wanted to with the Specialty Cocktails + Urban Art Workshop! Yes, we was in there drinking and spray painting. What more can I ask for? Now, my first run in with spray paint was not a good one. Let me give ya'll a very quick story: Aight so boom... the year was 2009. I was out with some friends from school roaming the streets of Chicago at night. Keep in mind, I went to an art school so all of my friends were some sort of artists. The guys we were hanging with were sic