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Your not stupid and I’m not gonna help you pretend to be!


So…. lately I have had a lot of my” associates” talk to me about their relationships. The things that they go.through, the disrespect they endure and still stay (UGH). I mean don’t get me wrong I have done some really dumb things for love but seriously to play dumb with a person just so they give you some type of attention Or buy you some new leash (gift) around your neck. If it really worth the pain you WILL face, unless you open your eyes and pay attention to what this person Is clearly showing and telling you.


1 associate told me that when she started to become serious with her guy she asked him
“What number am I in your life as far as your women?”
He said”  Your number 2 but if you act right you might have a chance to be #1!”

(1st Why the hell would you feel the need to ask someone that question. I mean you knew he had other femaleSSSSSS BUT you still calling him YOUR MAN ????)

Now my girl was excited about this. I mean she was blushing and giggling like a child with her first crush. I was completely dumbfound. Me being me I asked
“What do you think of that?”
She told me that she didn’t really care how many women He has, as long as he is” giving up the d#@% I don’t care what he do or who he do it with. I just wanted to know If he would tell me the truth.”

I couldn’t speak. The first Thing that went through my brain however was how many women and/or men is he sleeping with? Does he do to them the things you say he has done to you?  The way my mind works is, he is sleeping with u and 1 other person this we know for sure. So who Is that person sleeping with? And that person he is sleeping with,  who is she sleeping with.

But of course my girl don’t make him use condoms. “He says they break him out.” 

Now you have laid down with all of these people,  non of you know what the other has. Also since my girl free to sex other men on the regular your passing whatever you MIGHT be getting from this clown to those people too and God only knows who they are sleeping with.  Its a never ending chain of stupidity and your doing all this to be noticed by a guy that couldn’t give 2 shits about you.

So why not care who you spread your legs to and give all of your love to? Why not ask for a test or recent test results? Why not demand the respect that you deserve. If someone is not willing to commit to you and only you and give you your total and complete respect IN RETURN FOR THE SAME OF COURSE then screw them. Your choices are not limited,  your mindset, selfrespect, And self worth has all been so torn down and stepped on that u limit yourself to these life sucking idiots YOU are choosing. 

So I told my girl the truth.  She got mad at me and refuses to talk to me until I apologize.  I refuse. I guess that’s 1 less friend. Lol. I don’t owe you an apology for telling you the truth.

I’m not gonna help you pretend to be stupid!!!

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Marriage Vs. Independence

How do I put down my guard and allow my husband to be the man?

Marriage life has been really awesome to me. Not only have we come into this new journey in life together but I have completely been swept off my feet by the love and affection I get from this man. He is my best friend. Without a doubt I know that he has my back and won’t let anyone run over me. He’s my rock. He listens to my rants and doesn’t judge me but he does let me know when I’m wrong for something I may have said or done. He is everything I prayed for(I mean literally I was reading through an old journal and he is exactly what I prayed for) my soul mate. 

But….. I have always been this

“power woman”  I have always made my own money and played by my own rules. I have NEVER depended on anyone But myself. Truth be told I’m just learning to have faith in God Just truly learned what faith is.. I’m not ashamed to say that, I may not be exactly where I’m supposed to be but I’m far from where I once was.

So only a few short months after we got married and I had just settle into being happy and stable I Got laid off. Great! Right? 

Phill (my husband)  assured me we would be fine. He keeps trying to comfort me into believing that all will be ok. ” I will take care of us”  he says.

This is where I have a problem. I will never say that my honey buns is irresponsible HOWEVER he is a man. And my husband is not a cheap date lol (insider he gets it from his mama)  he has expensive taste and if he sees something and I’m not with him bye bye money’s.  So you see I do have something to worry about,plus he tells me about what he spent but he doesn’t tell me unless his conscience gets the best of him and he feels compelled Or I find out by my questions and answers series lol. ( ask a question remember the answer ask the same question again few weeks later to see of you get the same answer) yes I do.  Then we go through the whole dog house thing and,  let’s just say I NEVER stay mad long.

ANYWAY.. so how does someone (me)  who has always paid her own bills and taken care of herself let go and let this man take care of me?

I have been off work for about 1 month and I am losing my mind. I find myself baking???? Baking? I never had time for it So it’s foreign to me. I sit and blog and write and cook and think wayyyyyyyy too much. He tells me I can stay off work as long as I need to. But I don’t think my body can handle that. I would worry myself to death. I don’t owe a soul but I’m always thinking a bill collector will walk up to the door and no matter how much I try to hide they will go through every including taking the door off the hinges to collect! !!!!! (I told u I think too much.) 

Im just saying it’s hard to trust your lively hood in the hands of another. Even if he is your soulmate.  I guess for now until one of these secret job applications I have been filling out comes through I will be finding out.

I mean we only have the rest of our lives to get it right.

Be Blessed..


MY Opinion ! But I think every adult in this video should be arrested for child pornography.

Here we have the true definition of trash . So you make this beat then put words to this beat , and then you sit and think “AH I’m going to get my 10 year old , hire some strippers to shake their grown asses in his face and even though he can barely annunciate lets make him the star?????” What parent thought this was a good idea. What happened to common sense????

Whats WRong WIt YOU!!!!

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Another Teaser From ” Sincerely Dishonest”

Another Teaser From " Sincerely Dishonest".

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Another Teaser From ” Sincerely Dishonest”

Tori  Chapter 3



How in the hell did I get 2 kilos of pure cocaine in my damn trunk. When they had me in the interogation room they were pissed, hell what was I going to tell them I don’t know shit? This is crazy I don’t even know why these assholes pulled me, there is no logical explanation. Why the hell would I just be strolling around Chicago with 2 kilos in my damn trunk? Why is this happening to me right now? God what did I do. I placed head in my hands.




They’ve had me in this cold ass cell for 2 hours now. All I smell is hot piss from the overflowing toilet, and the fishy women that have not cleaned themselves properly. I am convinced that one or some of them are on their periods and just don’t even care to ask for a sanitary napkin. I mean why would you just sit there and let it sit on you. That’s disgusting. It looks like someone splattered shit all over the walls and there are spots all over where people have tagged their names on the walls. I’m saying why would you want it to be know that you were here, of all the places to make sure someone knows you were, you want to tag some shitty walls.“Damn does anybody clean this shit” I grumbled out loud.


 I’ve been in this damn hell hole all this time and they have yet to even give me a phone call. I can’t take this shit anymore. It’s is too much for me to handle and I don’t appreciate being thrown in jail for something I seriously know nothing about.  I have way too much that I can be doing. Why am I even here? I got up and pressed my face as close to the bars as I could without actually making contact and yelled.


“Can I have my damn phone call please?” I used every bit of my voice I know somebody had to hear that. Visions of my pretty white truck being destroyed is what brought me to tears, I stood there and waited on someone to come to my rescue, but knowing that my chances of that happening was slim to none I just stood there and allowed my tears to act as my therapy. My tears didn’t fix the situation but they helped me release some of the intense anger I am feeling at the moment.   


“Girl nobody trying to hear your ass, sit down and be patient like the rest of us” somebody standing behind me said sounding like they were walking up. As I turn around there is a tall girl behind me, purple black complexion, she has on a short black leather skirt, looks cheap, her legs were bare and scrapped up like she has a profession having her on her knees 24/7. She was skinny as a pole and looks like she had just ripped out a fresh weave wrap. Damn I know that shit hurt.


“I don’t believe I was talking to you, give me the same respect.” I spat trying to play big and bad. Can’t be getting punk’d and shit up in here.


“Calm down rocky put your boxing gloves away. I’m just letting you know they not listening to your ass. They do what they want when they want. I know from experience.” she said like she was proud. I just looked at this chick, we stared each other down for about 5 seconds, I guess she got the point because she walked away and I continued to stand at the bars, silently praying that she was wrong.


An hour had passed and I was still standing there trying to figure out how I got into this situation. Who had it out for me so bad that they would just give 2 kilos of cocaine straight to the police? This is crazy I don’t know what to think at this point I could be spending the next 10 or more years of my life in prison and I don’t even know where to begin on how to get myself out of this mess. I don’t know where the drugs came from, but I stood there scared. I was scared of the possibility that I could lose everything that I have worked for these past few years. Why is this happening right now? It seems like just when I was about to reach the level I had dreamed of , now it could all come to an end and its not even close to being my fault. The only person I think could even be so cruel is Biggs. Mind you I have not done anything to this man, but every since I left the club and he went to jail, I have always felt like he blamed me. Of course its bullshit because I never even told the police or anyone else for that matter what happened between us. I was embarrassed because I trusted this fool. I thought he would be happy that I was trying to make something better of myself. But as soon as I tried to tell him I was quitting Lace because I didn’t want to be a stripper anymore and I wanted something better for my life I saw a completely different person from the person I thought I knew. Instead of the bastard congratulating me for trying to do better with my life he called himself punishing me for messing up his money. Granite I was the top money maker at Lace, my girl Nikki and I shut it down and made ourselves and Biggs tons of money. But after my father passed and left me all the money I could of dreamed of I had to do what I had to in order to change mine , my mothers’ and my brother Jd’s life forever. His foul ass raped me on the floor of my apartment. I think he thought he had killed me because I passed out and I didn’t wake up until the next day. That morning Nikki called me and told me that Biggs had gotten arrested and from the sounds of it he would be down for a while. At one point in my life I might have cared but at that moment I was excited, I felt like karma had truly stepped in and took care of the situation for me. That was also my confirmation that what I was trying to do with my life was meant to be. So why was it all turning for the worse now?  Standing there at the bars I closed my eyes and said a prayer.


Lord please give me a solution to this problem. I know that I have not been the best person or the most prayerful person but I always acknowledge you in all the blessing you have given me. Lord I don’t know who has it out for me so bad but please put it in their heart to put this nightmare to an end. Lord place it in their heart to forgive me for whatever it is that I have done. Lord I would like you to forgive me as well for not being the woman that you want me to be. Lord please get me out of this mess I cant do this without your help. In your son Jesus name I pray amen.


I opened my eyes after my silent prayer and looked around only to realize that my nightmare was still in play. I wanted to cry, I wanted to get in the middle of the floor and have a tantrum like a toddler in the grocery store. I wanted to crawl in a hole and just stay there until this was all over. I wanted to be anywhere but in this jail cell.


“Tori Price” I heard a guard calling my name. I jumped out of the trance that I was stuck in.

“Right here” I yelled, excited with the hopes that maybe this nightmare was finally over.


“You get your phone call” she said as the big manly female guard unlocked the cell. She grabbed my arm and led me to a payphone that looked like it could have been infected with some air-bourne desease, and i didn’t want to even breathe while being close to it.


“Do you have a paper towel or something” I asked the guard totally serious.


“If you don’t want to use the phone I would be more than happy to take you back to your cell.” she said just as serious. I picked up the phone and wiped the receiver on my pants. These are definetely going to the trash once I get out of here. I dialed Mikhls cell number. He picked up on the 2nd ring.

“Who is this” He asked in a very angry tone. I know he was mad because he didnt reconigze the number.

“Babe it’s me”

“Tori, where are you, what number are you calling me from” he sounded concerned.

“Baby I’m in jail. I——

“What the hell u mean you’re in jail. What are you doing in jail what did you do” I have never heard him sounding so frantic. More frantic than me and I’m the one locked up.

“Babe calm down and listen. I dont have much time on this call”


“Baby” I said almost shouting

“Im listening” he said in a dry tone.

“Earlier the police pulled me over off halsted and 12th st. They had their guns drawn on me and they cuffed me and junked my car. They looked in my trunk under my spare tire and found 2 kilos of cocain. I dont know where it came from. Someone has to be setting me up. Call Mrs Hernandez our attorney and please get me out of here before I lose my mind.” I got it all out in one breathe



“Hello are you there?” I said again almost yelling.

“Yeah” he said dryly

So that’s all you gone say Mik” It was pissing me off that he is so damn nonchalant like he didnt just here what the hell I just said.

“Baby how the hell did you have 2 kilos of cocain in your damn trunk? You the only one who drives the damn car T, how did it get there? He pressed, I felt like I was being interrogated all over again. Ain’t this some shit!


“What are you trying to say Mik? Are you fucking kidding me right now?” I am almost in tears at this point.

“2 minutes” the officer said.

I had to speak fast and make sure that my desperation was apparent.


“Look babe I was in shock too. Just do what I asked you to please baby, your all I have right now I need you baby. “I pleaded almost in tears because he was questioning my innocence. He was supposed to be my rock. It hurts so bad to know that his first reaction was to accuse me, he didn’t even ask if I was ok. After all I had done for him he questions my motives. Hell for all I know the way he acting right now he could have set me up.

“Baby Im sorry this is just some crazy shit I will get you out baby I promise, I love you.

“I love you too” I said as the guard ended my call. In my mind his love for me was not real, why did he need confirmation that I didn’t have anything to do with this. The way things are looking I may never get out of here, my man didnt even believe my story how in the hell was I going to convince a judge.

Im Fucked!


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Reality Check!

Reality Check!.

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