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?...

"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...

"LEARN SOMETHING FROM THIS!" -Tyra Banks (Remember when she said that on America's Next Top Model?) Well guys, we've reached the end. I've finally made it to the last year of my twenties. That means, this is my last year to be foolish with ya'll but after that, imma grow up. For real. Lately, I've been doing a lot of reminding myself to slow down and try to live more in the moment. It seems as if one day, I just looked up and my 20's were damn near gone. In my early twenties, my favorite phrase was, "No rush, I got time." But now, I've reached the end and I don't feel ready. Okay so, you know how you wake up early, press the snooze button for 5 more minutes, and then you press it again, and maybe even one more time? But when you finally get up and look at the time, you gotta hurry up, get breakfast, get dressed, drink some coffee and now you're running out of the house with one earring on.  That, my friends, is how I...

"I don't care if you don't like me... I like myself!" -Nubia R. Harrell (My 3 year old niece) We all know how the saying goes, "Kids are cruel". But wouldn't it be nice if we could all just brush off the things people say and not let it affect us negatively? Like most of us, I experienced bullying as child, well into my teenage years. I wasn't the most outspoken person back then, plus, I had a temper and didn't know how to fight with my words but was too scared to throw them hands and get suspended (which ended up happening later anyway but that's another story for another post). I spent years of my life tip toeing around folks trying not to say or do anything that might upset them in effort to be liked or accepted. But when they ended up not liking me anyway, I figured, hell, I might as well just gone and be myself. I mean, they didn't care about upsetting me. Hold on, let me take a sip of this drink real quick... For exam...

"I'm so overwhelmed, I don't know where to start or what to do... so I just won't do anything." Have you ever been driving with your destination in mind, the excitement and anticipation of getting there slowly building up, only to realize that somewhere along the way, you've lost your sense of direction? So you pull over to the side of the road to re-focus, get your bearings straight and continue your journey. I don't know about ya'll, but I often have times like this in real life. I done had to talk to God like, "Aye Lord, pull this car (life) over, it feel like I'm bout to throw up." That being said, if you're wondering where I've been, I had to pull the car over and get my bearings straight for a minute. But, I'm back and pettier than ever! Here's what's been poppin' in the land of Aintbritfunny: On April 26, 2018, I hosted a really dope show for AFROTRAK at Subterranean in Chicago, IL. Headlining, was t...

"I'm about to go get a coffee from downstairs. You want something?" Now, I’ve gone ghost and been ghosted before. The guy I really liked will link back up with his ex. Another guy will figure out that I’m never going to sleep with him and he’ll disappear. One might leave because I live too far and he got warrants in my neighborhood. The possibilities are endless. But y’all, you reach a whole new level when you get ghosted by your cafe. I ain’t THAT ugly. I wanna tell y'all a quick little story about how I got my feelings hurt. It was late September, 2016. I had just moved back to Chicago. I was so excited about my cute little neighborhood where everything from trains, to buses to local eateries were accessible by foot. One of the first things I noticed upon moving in was the quaint little cafe just steps away from my building. Every morning when I'd walk to the train, there would be people sitting outside having coffee on the patio. Parents taking th...