What Really Grinds My Gears

Though raised in inner city Milwaukee, I have never, ever been a ghetto girl. Thugs have never intrigued me no matter how many one-liners they throw my way when I walk past the corner. Fighting to mark my territory was never necessary because you just knew. You don’t fuck with my things or shit gets bad. You should know that shit never got bad because like I said before, I am not a ghetto girl. Yes, I do have quick wit, and my tongue could probably decimate n entire army, but I attribute these things to my acquired knowledge. I’ve never been into wearing clothes that were too tight, nor have I ever been attracted to a man who can’t wear clothes that fit him properly. I find that to be very annoying actually. Flip flops and dirty feet are not a good summer match, my toes have to be properly cleaned and done before putting them out for the world to see (especially since they aren’t cutest). All of these things are kind of at the top of my pet peeves list which is why living here, in inner city Milwaukee, makes my blood boil every single day. Young girls who see it as a fad to have the next pretty boy’s baby, that pretty boy thinking its ok to fuck any and every girl who opens her legs for him, furthering the spread of STDS and AIDS/HIV. The parents who look the other way when this all goes on because they are too busy doing god knows what. These women kill me when they fight over these little ass boys who could care less about either one of them but knows he could have both if he wanted it that way. Girls who don’t clean their ass. What the hell is that? Isn’t that one of the first things you learn before you even walk through the doors to preschool? Why would you NOT want to be clean? It’s a wonderful feeling and it can do a pretty good job of brightening any bad day, even just a little bit. I don’t understand. These girls always complain about never meeting quality men, but how can you expect to attract anything other than a dirty, wanna-be thug if you never wash your ass? These are just some of things that really grind my gears about living in the ghetto. I really don’t belong here and I can’t wait for the day I pack all of my things up and ride off into the sunset, NEVER LOOKING BACK.

and don't get me stsrted on the music... that's an entire blog in itself...