Sunday, December 19, 2010

before the year ends...

So, i was stalking the internet, and i ran across this ::

On this day, you read something that moved you and made you realise there were no more fears to fear. No tears to cry. No head to hang in shame. That every time you thought you’d offended someone, it was all just in your head and really, they love you with all their heart and nothing will ever change that. That everyone and everything lives on inside you. That that doesn’t make any of it any less real.

That soft touches will change you and stay with you longer than hard ones.

That being alone means you’re free. That old lovers miss you and new lovers want you and the one you’re with is the one you’re meant to be with. That the tingles running down your arms are angel feathers and they whisper in your ear, constantly, if you choose to hear them. That everything you want to happen, will happen, if you decide you want it enough. That every time you think a sad thought, you can think a happy one instead.

That you control that completely.

That the people who make you laugh are more beautiful than beautiful people. That you laugh more than you cry. That crying is good for you. That the people you hate wish you would stop and you do too.

That your friends are reflections of the best parts of you. That you are more than the sum total of the things you know and how you react to them. That dancing is sometimes more important than listening to the music.

That the most embarrassing, awkward moments of your life are only remembered by you and no one else. That no one judges you when you walk into a room and all they really want to know, is if you’re judging them. That what you make and what you do with your time is more important than you’ll ever fathom and should be treated as such. That the difference between a job and art is passion. That neither defines who you are. That talking to strangers is how you make friends.

That bad days end but a smile can go around the world. That life contradicts itself, constantly. That that’s why it’s worth living.

That the difference between pain and love is time. That love is only as real as you want it to be. That if you feel good, you look good but it doesn’t always work the other way around.

That the sun will rise each day and it’s up to you each day if you match it. That nothing matters up until this point. That what you decide now, in this moment, will change the future. Forever. That rain is beautiful.

And so are you.”


Reading this made me think... a lot. This past semester at school has been one of the hardest semesters for me. It has nothing to do with school, and everything to do with me. This was the semester that I realized that I am not as happy as I want to be.
*I hate my major, and regret ever switching it. I feel like I was lied to and used. There were many promises made to me that never happened, and it made me a bitter betty.
*I was with someone who i was not happy with. I was with them because I was comfortable with them, and I didnt want to be alone.
*I was dating someone at school, who i am crazy about, but the stipulations and conditions that we were dating under were horrible. But i was so in love that i couldnt leave.
*I started to drink and smoke every single day. I started smoking way more cigarettes
*I was scared to have female friends because I didnt want the people I was involved with to get jealous and not talk to me
*I used my apt as a prison. I never left. I didnt go to parties (and enjoy myself), i didnt go to school events, i barely went to events i was requireed to go to
*I was constantly sick, and i didnt know how to get better
*i was using my mental illness's as a crutch, and letting them get worst and worst.

Long story short, i have been absolutly miserable this semester, and I cant blame anyone but myself. Instead of going out and trying to make things better I would sit in my apt and have a pity party for myself. My friends who were always around knew what was going on, but they still to this day dont know everything i was going through in my head

I say all of this to say that I refuse to be unhappy anymore. People always say that they are going to change this, that and the third when the new year rolls around, but I have to start now. I have to end my year on a good note.

So to any and everyone that I have been rude to, ignored, taken my anger out on, my lovely friends, my beautiful line sisters, my kick ass little sisters and my amazing big sisters... I am sorry. Sorry for keeping you all in the dark, sorry for not letting you know what was going on, sorry for being as bitch, sorry for being ghost, I am sorry for everything. I hope that this next semester you all can see how much I truley love and care about you. I promise to be around more, and i promise to let you all know whats going on in this big crazy head of mine.

I just want to be happy, and I know I can and will get there.


Monday, August 9, 2010


sooo, im waiting to do a post on tumblrs. I only go to 3 regularly, but i wanna know about somemore... so if you know of some hit me :: @puffherphish //

sooo, while we wait for that lets talk about ME!!

so i do my hair all of the time, because i never know what i want for long periods of time.
im scared to let other people do my hair, because they usually dont know what the fuck i want.
so, i did my hair last night... and i am officially a 16inch beauty queen. =o]

Tumbling down a hill

... umm a few people are now becoming Tumblr's.

basically its a cute lil website and the easiest way to blog, if pictures or quotes are your thing.

Its not my thing tho, so here are some of my fave tumblrs.

Let the rolling begin...

Created by ChaCha
-Hampton Grad
-ATL Livin

A Femme Noir

Created by Mary Wilson

-Norfolk State University

Straight Lowkey

The F Word

Created by Kristian

-18 years young

The F Word

Sassy Horse

Created By Brook Lynn
-deactivated stripper (magic city)
-ATL Cruisin
-Dope Blog

The Sassy Horse

The Black Hipsters

Created by Nycee && b. ho0ligan.

The Black Hipsters

stop readin already... go to their sites !!

Friday, August 6, 2010

i have a problem...

...with some of you guy's on twitter.

now dont get me wrong, everyone knows that i LOVE twitter. but some of you people... well a lot of you people be doin way too much.

problem #1- why do some of yall insist on retweeting ever @ that yall get? and then you guys respond on the RT like everyone in the twitter world gives a damn. confused by what i mean?

ex: RT @blahbloblee: @bleehblaa maaan what you doin today // not shit man

RT @blahbloblee : @bleeblahh ooh thats whats up hit me if you do summ // aight bruh i got you

now, its already annoying that you havin a full not shit conversation on twitter... but why must you retweet and respond your entire not shit conversation to the world. I speak for many people when i say WE DONT GIVE A FUCK. please just @ that person back, so my whole timeline is not filled up.

problem #2- You people who @ celebrities all day everyday. why are you doing that? you look thirsty as fuck. if they wanted to talk to you, they would have followed your ass by now, and yall would be having conversations thru DM.

problem #3- people who beg for followers or brag about how many followers they have, or ask you to follow them back. Begging for followers is so lame, just as lame as asking people to follow you back. just because you follow me does not mean that i have to follow you back. if i wanted to follow you i would. so if i dont there is a reason... your tweets are probably annoying, you probably tweet celebs all day, and you probably be tweeting about not shit all day long. and since when did your follow count matter? half of everyones followers are spam people anyway. so if you are a regular ass person with 600+ followers, half of those people following you arent really following you at all. they are SPAM. so stop boasting about your follow count, because if thats what makes you fell important you should really find a hobby

problem #4- these girls who tweet about sex and nasty shit all damn day. im not talking about people who are known for that, im talking about this average ass or ugly ass girls who you go to school with. bitch we do not care about whose face you just sat on, the fact that you are taking a shit, or tghe fact that you have a flock of niggas wanting to talk to you. half of the shit about sex is a lie, or if it is the truth we dont want to know that you are doing it.

problem #5- these people who get these brand new personalities on twitter. i dont know if this is the person that you wish you were, but you are not. and when you tweet all this dumb bullshit everyone is wondering why you are bein so damn fake on twitter.

problem #6- these people who @ me and talk to me on twitter knowing that we have never and will never speak in real life. i dont do twitter friends. if i dont talk to you in the real world why in the good Lords name am i going to talk to you via twitter?

problem #7- people takin this twitter shit waaay to personal. I know there are going to be a few people who are going to be upset about this post because they do this shit all daty everyday. and there are people whio get mad about the shit that i post on twitter. baby, its just twitter/blogger... its not that serious.


Wednesday, August 4, 2010

The Dress Post

Sooo, I do not have a job this summer (as you can probably tell from my constant tweeting)... so I have decided to make things.. (wigs, dresses, skirts... etc)

Whenever I go thrifting I always pick of dresses that look like grandma dresses to other people, but a sexy little dress to me... so this is the dress post.

(I will be updating this post with more pictures of dresses, so make sure you look for the notice on FB or twitter @puffherphish)


Dress #1. Butterick pattern. Fabric from JoAnnes. Details, Yellow zipper

Dress #2. Butterick pattern. Fabric from JoAnnes. Details, Pockets and a button close

Dress #3. Salvation Army. Took in around the waist and bottom, lifted the waist.

Now remember I'm an artist, and I'm sensitive about my shit.
_eryka badu

Monday, August 2, 2010

*Le Bebe

Oh Bebe... how I used to be in love with you.... when I was in Highschool. Back then I would get something out of Bebe at least once a week. I even worked there for a few months.
ehh... logo, logo, logo...I never was a big fan of logo, but I will admit that I did have some logo shirts. They weren't for dressing up tho, they where for days when I wanted to look "good" without really trying. Now a days, I dont remermber the last time that I've ever bought anything from Bebe. Not knocking those who wear Bebe, they have some cute stuff, but the WAY that they are wearing Bebe is the problem.

When Bebe launched in 1976 they had an idea of a the "Bebe woman." On their website this woman is described as "sexy, asertive and stylish.... confident and cutting edge"

Ok... with that being said what the fuck is this Bebe epidemic that has been going on ever since the first trailor trash/ghetto girl walked into Bebe and said "ooh, dats caaayute"

My problem is this, I dont understand what the OBSESSION with Bebe logo is. I swear I see a girl with a bebe logo shirt on everytime I go out. I hate when Im out a club or anykind of dressy/casul function and I see a girl in her "BEBE" shirt, jeans/shorts/skirt and heels. Since when did logo become something you go out in? I mean im not gonna fake and act like this is the first time ive ever seen it... but seriously, Ive been seeing it since I started going out senior year, and it hasnt stopped yet. I will say i saw at least 10 girls in logo when i went out Saturday, and I wanted to scream everytime I saw it. I just dont understand, WHY WHY WHYYYYY !!

And while I get sooooo excited when I see one of these people in somethign other than other problem is this... bitch you know that you are a size 8/10... so WHY IN THE FUCK are you trying on a Small which you know equals like... a 4. Don't worry.... I'll wait.













I hope you have an answer to give me, but im sorry... there is NO EXCUSE. First of all, everyone knows that Bebe runs small... but even if it didnt, why did u think a small would fit you, when you normally wear a large? dont worry, i'll wait...








Right. No answer. Then some of you people try on this too little dress, and seeing that the seams are about to rip, the fabric is pulling, and your ass and tits have been mashed in entirely too much, you STILL BUY THIS DRESS AND WEAR IT....

chiiiile... I just really dont understand. Women, if you are going to wear bebe, please wear it so that it does not "look" like bebe. please do not wear logo when you are going out. and please please plllleeease wear a dress that actually fits you. You arent doing anyone a favor by wearing a dress that is entirely too small for you.

This isnt just a problem with Bebe clothes, this is a problem with all mall brands everywhere. Come on ladies... please get it together.... if not for yourself, do it for all of the people who have to see you when you go out in public. You are slowly killing us.


Saturday, July 31, 2010

who said cigarettes arent sexy?

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I guess I'm a tad bit biased because I've been known to smoke cigarettes (I've basically quit now). But even before I started smoking, I always thought that cigs brought a certain sexyness to a picture. I guess its that touch of "I dont give a small fuck" that a cig brings to a picture.

The guys at have an entire blog on models smoking cigarettes (and looking amazing I may add)

We could go back and forth about how bad cigs are for you... but so are a lot of things that people are "ok" with. weed, liquor, black and milds, hoes, pills, money ... I mean, I'm just sayin, who said cigarettes arent sexy?

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Agyness Dean
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I could go on and on and on and on and on with pictures of gorgeous people smoking, but I'll stop here... I'm assuming you get my point.

"Cigarettes aren't cute"-R
"Fuck you, I dont smoke cigarettes to be cute"-Me

The Blaque Book

javan and randy

So as some as you may (or may not) know, a lovely friend of mine (Randy B // @RandyB09) and his brother (Javan B // @Javan_B) have a not so little blog called "The Blauqe Book".

Its a blog on mens fashion and i LOVE it. Im not going to go into detail because I want you to go check it out for yourself.

These guys are from my hometown Birmingham, AL. Randy attends the University of Alabama and Javan will be attending Howard University in the fall.

Show these guys some love (they deserve it).

Come for the queen.

Goodmorning you beautiful creatures. =o)

Sooo... I've decided that I would send you guys some pictures this morning. Enjoy.

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Have a great weekend guys. and if you have any stories you wanna tell email me at or hit me on twitter @puffherphish

p.s... if you havent already, please listen to B. Scott's "Come for the Queen" (click play"
this song gives me sooo much life. The song doesnt have that many lyrics... but the lyrics that are there SLAAAY.
All I can say is yaaaaaassss, honey yaasssss. *vougues.... and dip*

"I dont care if you come for me, I want you to come for me... I dare you to come for me"

"Throw the rocks, knock yourself out.... they wont hit me"'

"Throw your rocks at my throne, they wont touch me because youre unknown"

Friday, July 30, 2010

Hello Zoe....

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Zoe Saldana is looking AMAZING in the photos for Calvin Klein's new underwear "Envy".
I hope everyone can appreciate a beautiful woman like i can. -grabs a fan-


I have a problem...

... with these girls and their addiction to "Summers Eve Deoderant Spray".... or "Coochie Spray" as I like to call it.

My problem is girls thinking that they can spray it, instead of taking a bath/shower, washing up, or even baby wiping the shit of out their vaginas.

The only thing that can come from spraying coochie spray on a dirty vagina... is the smell of "Fresh Lavender" and dirty vagina. Those two do NOT MIX !!

If you want to make sure that you smell good in your nether regions TAKE A SHOWER, and use baby wipes or feminine wipes after you use the bathroom. If you think your vagina is always stinking you should probably go to a doctor so they can tell you what is wrong with you.

and lets be honest... that summers eve shit doesnt smell that good anyway, and i shouldnt be able to smell it across the room. Some of you girls spray ENTIRELY too much of that shit. and to be honest, if i can smell it, i automatically assume that you have a dirty pussy.

so PLEASE... clean it up ladies.
Good day.

what it do? What the business is?

Hello Hi You.

Its been a while since I have blogged, and ive missed it terribly !! so ive decided to come back yay !!
:busts into a fit of giggles::

Umm... now exactly what i will blog about is up in the air... whatever comes inside this brain of mine which could be ANYTHING!! i may even blog multiples times a day... who knows !!

if theres anything you want me to blog about hit the email ::
and if ur not already follow me on twitter @puffherphish and you can hit me up with things to blog about there. =o)