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Psychics

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Wednesday, March 22, 2006 at 2:28 PM EST

There are quite a few names for people who are able to foretell the future such as seers, soothsayers, oracles, prophets, and sensitives.

Not everyone claiming to have psychic abilities does. And not everybody who can see into the future is gifted from the “light”. A lot of psychics have gotten their abilities by selling their souls to the devil. They have Satan’s power.

Within the last past ten years i’ve visited and have spoken with literally over seventy so-called spiritual advisers. Some were legitimate and some were not. And some of the legitimate readers knew exactly what they were talking about when others did not.

I’m the type of person who doesn’t believe everything that she hears. That goes with me for anything in life. I was skeptical during my very first visit inside of a psychic’s home years ago. I knew real ones existed in the world because i know the abilities that i have but to be on the safe side i will test a person.

And i have caught psychics in minor lies and they knew what i had some just didn’t know the depth of my powers. Not all of them are on the same levels of development.

I had dreams where my enemies went and threatened certain spiritual advisers that i use to see-to prevent them from helping me cleanse myself from the evil they’d put on me. So some of the psychics were put in a position to lie, however, they didn’t deny what my enemies were doing.

I don’t visit readers anymore. I was going mainly to confirm the things that i already knew.Some people are jealous of people who can see into the future. Some people who are unable to want to so bad that they become delusional. A lot of people have some form of extra sensory perception without truly being clairvoyant.

And, of course, there are people who don’t believe it is possible for anybody to see or know things before they happen. There are some who don’t want to believe that i actually have the strong abilities that i do. Then, there are those who definitely know that i do.

Who cares? The most important thing is that you know who you are and that you’re very sure of yourself.

http://misslatoya.wordpress.com/2007/08/25/psychics/

My Power/Ability

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Saturday, March 11, 2006 at 4:06 PM EST

When i was two and a half years of age my mother taught me to read. When i was three i learned to write. And, at the age of three is when i first began to take notice of my psychic powers. I didn’t exactly know what the abilities were i just knew whatever i saw, thought, or heard would end up happening not so long after.

I’d never spoke to anyone about it during that early age. What i was experiencing came natural as breathing. By the time i was seven i thought having visions, reading thoughts, and sensing things before they occurred was something that everybody had. I was very young, i didn’t know. But my mother knew about me. She told me all the time how gifted i was, she observed it in me early. I didn’t know what being gifted meant, though. My mother also has certain spiritual abilities.

I saw my first spirit at the age of three.

When i turned seven i was honored in the auditorium of my elementary school for being one of the most exceptional readers attending there. When i was ten i past tests that high school students couldn’t pass. My IQ was tested when i was fourteen and the results came out above average. And i have an outstanding comprehension. So anybody who would consider me crazy for the way that i think, feel, or behave about certain things would have to put a “handle on it”. They’d have to call me knowledgeably crazy!

In the year of 1982, my evil wicked great-grandmother took my mother and i to one of those Botanica stores. She had this Haitian man read my mother’s palm then had him dress up a candle for her to take home to burn. We didn’t live with my great-grandmother, we were visiting her in Manhattan at the time.

So when my mother brought the candle home to burn i had got a very bad feeling but i didn’t speak up about it. I was only seven. My mother would’ve listened to me. She never underestimated me because of my age. But that is one thing i regret and have hated about myself, sometimes not speaking up when i get the inkling that something is wrong. And, doing something when i knew better.

This has followed me to adulthood, however, i put a stop to it. It is said that some things are better left unsaid. I’ll say everything i feel should be said nowadays. I’ve always spoken my mind i just speak it a little more.

Anyway, after the candle burned for seven days negative things started to happen in our life. I noticed that something was trying to block me from succeeding in school, and when it couldn’t all of a sudden all of my classmates who use to like me turned against me. People harassed my mother in the streets trying to encourage her to have a nervous breakdown, then my teenage aunt got gang-raped.

My great-grandmother worked witchcraft on us to prevent us from succeeding in our life.

We struggled with “Brujeria” for a long while. My mother was and still is a very intelligent woman and so am i. My great-grandmother hates us for what we have and what we were able to achieve.

As i get older, my powers get even stronger.

Certain sick people see me as a threat so they joined in with my great-grandmother and one of my aunts to try to block my spiritual powers and to literally destroy me. I’m not going to get into all of the details as to what went on, however, i will let you know that Divine Spirit works in ways that are incredibly awesome!

Not everybody believes in witchcraft and not everybody believes in people having innate supernatural abilities and experiences.

They believe it is myth or mere delusion due to a mental illness.

I know the real deal.

I have a neighbor who’s mother was born with a veil and she inherited the power of seeing spirits. She’s eighty-six years of age now and has much experience with spiritual matters. She told my mother how people killed her sister by working witchcraft.

I feel sorry for the people who are in the dark about these things.

http://misslatoya.wordpress.com/2007/08/25/my-power/

Spiritual Protection

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Wednesday, February 22, 2006 at 11:04 PM EST

There is a certain amount of violence in my neighborhood. Shootouts are not uncommon. A lot of drug dealers and stuff, fighting over territory and always endeavoring to intimidate somebody to prove a point.

Well, i’m not very much well liked in my neighborhood amongst the no good people so they had the nerve to try to take me out on more than one occasion. And they couldn’t understand why they were unable to. They spread around what they were intending to do.

It was a done deal. These people have killed before.

Nevertheless, nothing ever became of their attempts on my life and i know why. Divine Spirit is in control. He’s in charge. I’m not at all bragging because we all have a day when our luck may run out.

But i know that i’m not going anywhere until my “protector” is ready for me. And can’t nobody really do no major damage to me while his angels surround me.

http://misslatoya.wordpress.com/2007/08/25/spiritual-protection/

In The World But Not Of It

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Wednesday, February 22, 2006 at 10:38 PM EST

The world is a place of much activity. There are a bunch of things going on. And people have to stay in motion to make the world go around. We all need money, food, and shelter to survive.

Some are unfortunate, they don’t have places to live, food to eat, or money to spend. So many of us take so much for granted and some of us don’t care that we take things for granted.

There are things on this earth that make us happy. There are things that make us sad.

Some people are always optimistic, some people may give up hope. Some take things too much to heart then waste time worrying because they have no faith.

I personally don’t place much value on the things of this world because this is not my permanent home and i know i don’t belong here. I don’t need other people’s approval to make me feel good. I make myself feel good because i love myself and i know all that i’m worth.

When people in the world want to make me feel bad they’re unable to, my mind and my spirit is too strong for that. I can’t be touched as i’m shielded by Divine Spirit’s grace and knowledge, a feeling only his children know.

When my enemies tried to take away my money and hindered my career (spiritually) then spread lies about me it didn’t destroy me because those things don’t define me.

If i was a big zero they wouldn’t have tried to stop me.

All their actions showed me is that those particular conditions mattered to them. People usually try to hurt you with things that would bother and affect them. But i’m nothing like them.

Nobody can really take away my success. I have my mind, my health, a place to live, and my “Divine Spirit” on my side. Who can beat that?!

My enemies have actually promoted me. But they’d never understand that, they’re not able to reach that level. They made me realize even more how lucky i am in life. I’d hate to be in their shoes. I knew their outcome while they thought they were finalizing mine.

http://misslatoya.wordpress.com/2007/08/25/in-the-world-but-not-of-it/

The Beauty Of Good Versus Evil

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Thursday, May 18,2006 at 8:43 am PDT

I don’t belong to you. I’m too strong for you. Don’t want me to be who i am since your life is nothing but a sham. I don’t give a damn!

You all keep hating on me. Continuing to act crude. I know you all are still jealous because i don’t screw a bunch of dudes. It doesn’t bother me, though. I know i seem to be rude. I remember when you all planted that shit in my food. Trying to prevent me from creating a superior brood.

Want to contaminate my soul with the many evils of spells. You are all still amazed at how i wouldn’t quit, holla, and yell. I wasn’t suppose to. The joke was on you! I laugh at you now. Your dirt is reversed. No longer am i bound by a bullshit curse.

I doubt strongly that you will ever be able to test me again. If so, your body won’t survive long enough to make an amends.

I though, i am alive and here. Now and forever, all so clear! It’s way past the time for you all to discover-that my power which was given shall remain there until the end. Until the second time he is risen a new world will begin.

So get it right! Get it right today. Really what is this delay? Don’t you know tomorrow could be your doomsday.

http://misslatoya.wordpress.com/2007/08/25/the-beauty-of-good-versus-evil/

Bullcrap

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Thursday, June 15, 2006 at 1:59 AM EDT

A month ago during the afternoon i was on my way to work. As i walked to catch my bus a man in a grey car was parked toward the end of a block. I knew he was waiting for me to come pass in that direction. I sensed it so i took a peek inside his car’s tinted window. All i saw was his size and lower body as he sat behind the wheel.

As i continued to walk down several more blocks he followed me, circling each block i’d pass then waving his arm out through the sun-roof to let me know that he was on my trail. He’d park around every corner i made it to. I didn’t have a pen on me at the time to take down his license plates.

The stupid asshole was trying to make me paranoid to discourage me from going to work. It’s all just a part of my enemies plans to defeat me. And it doesn’t make any sense because i am not bothering them. They are purely sick. They all look sick too and i always get a negative vibe when they come around me. I hate them.

Whenever they try to stop me it just makes me more determined. I don’t give a damn about any of them and their pathetic lives but i’m very important to them all for their own sick reasons.

A few days after this incident on the same block while i was on my way to work another set up took place. A van was parked in the same spot the guy in the car laid for me at. The back doors were wide open and a guy stood across on the sidewalk. They were going to try to shove me in the van to kidnap me. I noticed it at a distance then crossed the street.

I swear if anyone ever tries to hurt me i will do my best to try to kill them! I am so sick and tired of their shit! That wasn’t the end of it either. It was a very hot week for my enemies schemes. They thought they were being slick, however, i’m much slicker.

When i arrived to the area of my place of work during the same week i went to a Wendy’s restaurant and as i past by a “planted” group of a chosen few they’d make silly noises. And the thing about it is that they are so transparent. I know what they be doing and they don’t faze me one bit. Then a couple of days later i went to Wendy’s again and some asshole had the audacity to call my house uttering “Wendy’s” to let my mother know they knew my whereabouts, attempting to make her paranoid. Who gives a fuck? She knew what he was doing.

We have been well aware that i’ve been being followed by my jealous enemies for years. What the fuck does it suppose to mean? He tried to fuck with my mother’s head over the phone and she fucked with his. Then the stupid ass kept calling back. We don’t even know these people.

Again, the following few days i’m resting on a pole a little drowsy from taking some cough medicine minding my own business waiting for my bus at a gas station when a green jeep with two guys in it pulls up. Were they going to get some gas? Nope! They stopped in front of me, rolled the window down asking me if i was alright. I just walked away then they drove over and talked to these two young boys who they had “planted” for me. I knew the boys were planted even before the jeep pulled up. They just confirmed my knowledge.

This shit went on for two weeks straight. And just a couple of nights ago i was coming home from work when a white jeep was parked in a slant around a corner. I knew they were watching me. Then the man in the driver’s seat had the nerve to back up to where i was standing to ask me if everything was okay and was i alright. A woman sat in the passenger seat. I said “Why wouldn’t i be alright. I’m waiting for my bus”. And he said “Okay, i was just curious”.

What i think is they don’t want me to be alright. I’m doing too good for them all. I don’t know when they’re going to learn. Can’t nobody bring me down with stupid shit. I’m on a whole different level, a very high level. I’m going to continue to be happy and do just fine. My “Divine Spirit” an my Ancestors are eventually going to take care of then put a stop to my enemies for good. I know it! Most of them have already been fixed.

http://misslatoya.wordpress.com/2007/08/25/bullshit/

 

Young And Dumb

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Monday, March 06, 2006 at 1:31 PM EST

There is a girl who lives on my block and she is in her late teens. Now, i am a grown woman and almost every time she sees me she feels compelled to start trouble with me. She utters smart remarks at me and mocks me. This girl is a total fool. I don’t have any time for her nonsense, i ignore her of course.

Her jealousy is flattering.

The funny thing about this situation though is that i’ve been around longer than she has and i know the root of her problem. I remember her mother when i was a little girl, she wasn’t even born yet. Her mother was heavily on crack while she was pregnant with her so the repercussions are obvious in her ongoing silly behavior.

During her mother’s heavy drug-addiction she slept around with three of her boyfriend’s friends. And, this is the dirt: this teenage girl’s older sister and brother share the same father, but she and her younger siblings may not.

After her mother’s three scandalous affairs (sleeping with her man’s buddies for some crack) three children resulted after each sexual encounter, including herself. And even though she may not be his her mother’s boyfriend had to take care of her along with the two other children who possibly wasn’t his.

However, i do know for a fact that that last child isn’t his.

So anyway, the moral to this story is i know this young girl’s background yet she’s got the nerve to be fucking with me because i wear decent clothes and have a better life than she does and because the rest of her trashy-types are against me.

She don’t know me. I don’t care how old she is, i don’t tolerate bullshit! I could come down hard on her with the things that i know. But is it worth it? No, not really. She’s just a very sick little girl.

http://misslatoya.wordpress.com/2007/08/25/young-and-dumb/

A Man Thing

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Sunday, March 05, 2006 at 4:25 PM EST

A week ago on a saturday, i went out to shop for a little something then i went and ate at a restaurant that i like. On my way back home at the subway station three guys were waiting for me. One of them alerted the other two that i was present as i was making my way through the turnstile. I took a different exit out of the subway that night. I didn’t want to be near those assholes. My enemies keep tabs on me. They are always in my business, wondering where i’m going and what i’m doing. And, the people they send to spy on me i don’t even know them but i’m a very smart person so i know when to detect certain things.

It is a free country, they can do what they want as long as they don’t put their hands on me. However, i do watch my back and i will never stand by and let somebody harm me if i can do something about it. When i caught my bus i sat in a back seat. The bus was crowded so the three assholes stood up by the back door a short distance from me. The guy who’d alerted the other two while we were down inside the subway turned back to look at me a couple of times and i stared back at him.

Why are they always sending guys after me? Men don’t scare me.

The day before, on the prior friday, my enemies used a neighbor of mine to call my house because they knew i was home alone. They were trying to set me up, get me to come out so that they could harm me or start some shit. It is a shame that they don’t have a life.

Later that saturday night, i went to the laundromat because my washing machine is currently not running. Anyway, as i was putting my clothes inside the dryer i overheard a young girl on her cell phone talking about a guy that she was messing with. Evidently, the guy was messing around with two other girls besides her and she wanted to fight one of the other girls. She was highly emotional about it too.

When i finished placing my clothes into the dryer i decided to kill some time by going to Kentucky Fried Chicken. It was late, a little after eleven (the laundromat stays open for 24hrs). On my quick bus ride back home i overheard another girl’s conversation over some guy. But this girl was much older about in her thirties, and they were having the same problem. Her man was also dealing with other women besides her and she was talking about fighting over him. And she was also highly emotional over the situation.

I’m a thirty year old woman going on thirty-one and i have never been in this predicament. I don’t understand it, i really don’t. I don’t know what it is about these men that makes these females act the way they do. To each his or hers own and i’m not saying that anything is wrong with people having romantic relationships, nevertheless, i’ve never in my entire life had any real feelings for a man and i could never imagine getting myself so worked up over one. I have never been in those two girls shoes and i don’t ever want to!

http://misslatoya.wordpress.com/2007/08/25/a-man-thing/

Indecent Behavior In Public

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Monday, February 13, 2006 at 1:37 PM EST

In the summer, i was walking down the street of my neighborhood at night to catch a bus. When i reached the parking lot located near a Walgreens i happened to turn around and spot a white car that had black tinted windows.

As streetlights surrounded the open area, i was able to get a view inside the car. And as i continued to pass on by i watched a white guy sit behind the steering wheel while a blond-headed white woman gave him a blow-job. I saw her raise up for air then go back down on him.

I live in a predominately black neighborhood so their light skin stood out and it was obvious they weren’t from around my neighborhood. They didn’t think anybody noticed them through the tinted windows, but i did, and you never know who else may have.

http://misslatoya.wordpress.com/2007/08/25/indecent-behavior-in-public/

Attack In A Subway Car

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Saturday, February 11, 2006 at 6:27 PM EST

I was heading home on a F train in Queens, New York. There weren’t too many passengers sharing the same car with me. And, as i sometimes do, i gazed through one of the windows, observing the dim lit tunnels of the underground, not paying attention to what was going on around me.

Then, all of a sudden i heard a boy scream. Instantly, i turned to look in the direction where the scream came from. Further down at the other end of the car i saw a man about in his forties grabbing at the collar of a boy that looked to be about fifteen. He was roughing him up and pressing him up against the doors of the train while it was still in motion, yelling “Get the fuck off this train!”

Instead of helping the boy, i watched as people got up from their seats to move away in fear of what might happen to them. I could understand the women moving away but what about the men? This was a young teen. His life was in danger. I know sometimes people don’t want to get involved in certain situations because they don’t always know exactly what is going on. They may not have known whether or not the boy had provoked the man or if he knew him. However, the way i perceived it this man was a little off his rocker! It seemed random. How could the boy leave from the train and it hadn’t come to a stop, and why choose a kid to terrorize?

I heard the boy scream Okay! Okay! as he was in fear of his life. And, passengers were still looking on from a distance, not one attempting to help him out. When the train finally came to a stop the boy got off and when the doors closed the man acted as if nothing went on. So could it had been personal? If so, i think somebody still should have stepped in to help.

http://misslatoya.wordpress.com/2007/08/25/attack-in-a-subway-car/

Nosy Bodies

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Tuesday, March 28, 2006 at 1:10 PM EST

I can’t stand people who don’t know how to stay out of other peoples affairs. Always in somebody else’s business when they can’t take care of their own. When people are miserable they don’t like to see you carefree and happy.

Some of these people think they know everything and those are usually the ignorant ones, thinking that they know more about your life than you actually do when they don’t know shit! Every little thing they see they poke and pick at making more out of it than what it really is.

They all love gossip but they can’t handle it when other people talk about them. They are total freaks when it comes to what is considered “juicy rumors” that they enjoy then continue to spread. They do it to everybody.

I thank goodness i am not in the same category of people like them. I’m into living a productive life. Making sure that i am healthy, content, and achieving the things i want. I don’t have time for their pathetic way of life. I prefer my own lifestyle any day of the week! I have a peace of mind, respect for myself, and a great sense of purpose.

If they all had something truly substantial in their life maybe they wouldn’t have so much extra time on their hands worrying about what others are doing.

http://misslatoya.wordpress.com/2007/08/25/nosy-bodies/

My Family Tree

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Tuesday, March 28, 2006 at 12:56 PM EST

There are sayings, “the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree” and “God bless the child who has it’s own”. You can indeed pick your friends but you can’t pick your family. And if i had the choice to decide before i was born what type of family to enter into it definitely wouldn’ve been the one i have now.

Some people believe that we as people are able to choose what family we’re born into-that we pick the parents we have and are just not permitted to remember. Well, i got lucky. I’m not like anybody in my family. I don’t personally know every member of my family and that goes for close as well as long distance relatives.

However, the ones i am quite familiar with are pure degenerates-including my father. My mother and i get along very well. She is not one i have a problem with. It is only the others who i despise. All they like to do is lie and keep things going. They’re ignorant, undesirable, and worthless.

My mother and i are the smartest and upstanding ones in our family. The other members of the family who were equal to us in mind and capabilities have long ago passed away. I don’t know why life sometimes works like that. The good ones should be here alive while these no good ones need to be in their graves.

I thank goodness that my mother wasn’t married to my father. He knew me when i was a baby but the youngest i remember of him is when i was seven. And even at that early age i could tell he was a piece of shit. I’m so glad he wasn’t around while i was growing up.

Just because a man helps to make a baby doesn’t mean that he’s equipped to be a good father and raise a child. When i first saw him i perceived that since he was trash other members in his family had to be too and i was right.

When i got into my late twenties i met some of his relatives and the first impression i had years ago was confirmed without a doubt. My father’s family weren’t shit either-not so much different from my mother’s side, maybe worse. And that is devastatingly bad.

I don’t understand how or why my mother gave my father the time of day and that is a huge compliment going out to my mom. He didn’t at all deserve to be around her, he wasn’t worth her time. He never abused her or anything but people in his own family don’t even like him and they’re no good.

I am a grown woman now so i don’t have to associate with any of them. I don’t ever want any of them in my life. I, to this day can’t believe people like them are actually related to me and my mother. Some people in life have to make their own family and that suits me just fine!

And since i have firsthand experience with their type of people i surely know not to have anything to do with others in society who are just like them.

http://misslatoya.wordpress.com/2007/08/25/my-family-tree/

Courting

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Sunday, March 12, 2006 at 2:53 PM EST

I always hate when men try to talk to me. I don’t feel flattered if a man is attracted or interested in me, or both. I don’t need a man to want me like some people do. In fact, i don’t understand the reason why it matters to some whether or not they are desired by a person of the opposite sex. How is it important to anything? If a man doesn’t like, want, or isn’t attracted to you, so what? What does it mean? Who is a man suppose to be?

I frequently heard people say before that most men don’t like women coming on too strongly to them. They may like being approached because it does something for their ego but they don’t appreciate an aggressive woman who is constantly hanging around them. In my opinion, that works both ways because there have been guys who were interested in me and i didn’t want them and all they would do is keep coming around me getting on my nerves. I can’t tolerate no man sitting up under me all the time.

Some men don’t want to take “no” for an answer. They don’t want to believe it when a woman they may like is not returning back any interest. They’d rather believe that she is putting up a front instead of accepting that they’re being rejected.

Then you have those men who play games but don’t want to acknowledge when they get played because in their eyes it is the man who is suppose to come out on top. I use to observe a few particular men who’d come around me in the past, profiling in front of me, and trying to impress me by wearing nice clothes. Then they’d play silly games believing that i would actually care about them or what they were out doing. And a lot of these guys accuse women of being dumb ones when they are the stupidest that i’ve ever seen.

I use to put all of the blame on the men. Then i came to realize that it is certain types of women that have these particular men acting like they’re “hot shit”. Those women let a man go to bed with them after buying them a happy meal from Mc Donald’s, they let men use them, then they get jealous and fight over them. And most of the men are not even attractive, however, guys are always quick to point out if a woman looks good or not. I don’t have time for any of the bullshit!

http://misslatoya.wordpress.com/2007/08/25/courting/

Double Standards

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Friday, March 10, 2006 at 2:23 PM EST

It is something how most of this society makes more out of a man than what he is worth. As far as i am concerned a man is no better than a woman. We are equal when it comes down to gender.

When i was a child growing up i use to play with boys and we’d genuinely have fun together.

My best childhood pal at the time was a boy. During my teenage years i’d sit and talk with grown men as well as certain women, just having general conversations, and i didn’t see anything wrong with that.

Older people have always conversed with me.

I’ve never been sheltered in my childhood because of the type of family that i come from and my mother wanted me to be aware of the things that were around me.

When i began to reach my mid teenage years i realized just how serious certain people’s ignorance was regarding the relationship between a male and a female.

I realized that everybody’s intentions weren’t as innocent as mine.

I could be under men without having any sexual interest in them but everyone else wasn’t that way so they didn’t take it that way. I never messed around with guys because i’m asexual.

In my neighborhood, there are certain types of people who try to belittle or bring other people down with scandalous gossip. And whenever they want to get at a woman they tend to use things that are of a sexual nature against her just the way most of our society does.

I’ve seen it done over and over again with people who are on that particular street-level. And, it really pissed me off when jealous people in my neighborhood tried it with me.

You see, i think very highly of myself. I have a high self-esteem and that’s my business because i don’t bother nobody. I never cared what anybody did in their life, good or bad, just as long as they didn’t try to interfere with mine. But, that is what they did anyway.

They’re in everybody’s business, especially people who seem to be doing a little better than they are.

Any way, there wasn’t any substantial gossip going around about me sleeping with men. People who don’t know better will assume what they want because most people believe every young girl is having sex that is just the way some think. So to them all, they felt i thought i was better because i wasn’t doing the same things that everybody else was doing.

All i did though is live my life the way i wanted to and not to be looking good in other peoples eyes. I’m just genuinely an upstanding person who has her own view on things. My jealous enemies would send certain men after me to get me hooked up with them so that if i had sex with anyone of those guys they would have what they considered “dirt on me”.

However, i didn’t get involved with anyone, i knew what they were doing. The last thing that were on those stupid peoples minds were that i could actually be asexual. They don’t think that way.

A while back, my trouble truly begun with two low-lifes that i rejected. They’d come around me, wanting people to believe something was going on between me an them. They cared what people thought and were trying to back up whatever lies they were telling about me. Some people will think a man is going with a woman that he’s always under so they played on that.

When i lost patience and decided to be rudely blunt about how i did not want them and how nothing was ever going to develop into a relationship they went and trashed my name in the street thinking their rumors might break me. Boy were they in for a surprise! They knew i didn’t care what people thought so they both went to the extreme with the help of others who didn’t like me.

It is believed by many that men are emotionally stronger than women, however, that is not true. I wasn’t raised that way. I was raised to be my own person.

Everybody is an individual. There are a lot of women who are highly emotional and easily hurt by things in life but i and other particular women that i know aren’t one of them.

These two guys spoke severely of me in a negative way and had a chosen few other males and even females call me names. And their generalized notions were that i would feel bad, get embarrassed, and come down from my high horse.

But i was too strong and conceited and fought back by continuing to be myself. I have a level-head of conceit though. I considered them all to be crazy for trying to berate me and they considered me a psychopath for thinking the way that i did.

I’m tired of generalizations and stereotypical views of where a woman stands in this society and how she is supposed to feel and conduct herself. A man can go sleep around with a bunch of women and it’s alright. If a woman sleeps around with a bunch of men she’s got to be the worst thing in the world.

In my opinion, how many men a woman sleeps with really does not make her any less valuable than anyone else, however, i do believe that by disrespecting herself shows that she has no self-value.

http://misslatoya.wordpress.com/2007/08/25/double-standards/

Appearances Sake

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Friday, March 10, 2006 at 1:35 PM EST

I do believe that beauty is in the eye of the beholder and that it is not wise to always judge a book by it’s cover because looks can be deceiving.

Our society often tends to place a lot of value on the way people appear.

Are looks that important when it involves getting into a relationship? To some, it does matter importantly. To others it does not. Most of the time it is physical attraction that gets a person interested in the first place. Caring about how you look does show and can build self-esteem.

A person doesn’t have to be a sharp dresser to prove that she or he is, or feels worth something though.

I’m laid-back. As long as i’m clean with my body and dress decently i’m good to go. I don’t dress to impress anyone. When i look in the mirror i like what i see and don’t care who else doesn’t.

A lot of females do care about how they look in front of a guy. They worry if their hair isn’t done right or if they have a pimple. I’ve even heard that some people believe if you get pimples it’s because of a lack of sexual activity. To me that is absurd.

Many people have breakouts due to hormonal imbalances. Some males even use that line, “If we have sex it’ll make our bumps go away”. Like getting a pimple is the worst thing in the world.

You have certain women who dress provocative to attract a man’s attention. I don’t think that it is wrong for a woman who feels good and confident about her body to wear tank tops and short skirts as long as she appears tasteful and she’s doing it for herself because she likes the style of the clothing.

I’ve seen women let men dictate how they should appear while they were in relationships with them.

If their men considered that they were gaining too much weight they’d criticize them and tried to control what they ate and made them pop diet pills.

One girl that i hung out with went and bought a negligee to put on for an intimate night with her boyfriend. Then when she told him about the purchase she’d made for the lingerie he told her, “What did you buy it for, you can’t fit in it”.

http://misslatoya.wordpress.com/2007/08/25/appearancess-sake/

Freak Of The Week

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Thursday, August 10, 2006 at 4:32 PM PDT

A week ago on a Tuesday, a chunky-sized white guy with a pot-belly approached me.

I was standing at a bus stop on my way home from work. He struck up a conversation by asking me if i was a Seventh-Day Adventist because that is his religious faith and that he was looking for a woman to settle down with.

I told him no, that i wasn’t into that religion.

He mentioned to me his name and quite a few other things about himself that i’d forgot about. But i did remember him telling me that women don’t find him attractive ( and he isn’t attractive at all).

This past Tuesday i saw him again for the second time. The moment he spotted me waiting to catch my bus home he headed straight over in my direction with speed.

His underarms were smelly and he had on the same funky green-colored shirt and khaki-colored pants that he wore the Tuesday before. He recalled some of the things we chatted about last week and was disappointed that i didn’t even remember his name. He repeated it again, “it’s Al”.

He’s fifty-five years of age. And If he isn’t hard up then i don’t know what is.

His whole conversation was about things of a sexual nature. And i asked him why he singled me out on this particular night because he acted as if we were going to be together.

He told me he was interested because i was attractive, was nice enough to give him a little conversation since nobody else really does (according to him), and because he wouldn’t have to worry about catching any disease since i’d told him prior that i don’t go to bed with anyone.

He said that he didn’t have to penetrate me if we got together, or he could spank me, or we could play strip poker, or he could take nude pictures of me and if that was an embarrassing thing for me that he would take nude pictures of me from the neck down so that my face wasn’t shown.

I was thinking if he isn’t the biggest nut then i don’t know what is!

And he must have read my mind because he said that he knew i probably was thinking him to be crazy.I was so glad when our buses came back to back but when he left he had the nerve to tell me that “he’ll see me later”.

You know, when you don’t want to be bothered with certain people or strangers you don’t always have to come off with a nasty attitude so i was courteous the very first time he approached me.

The second time i was still courteous even though he went too far.

I can tell he has a few screws loose. However, If i see him again while i’m waiting for my bus and he decides to approach me he is going to get his feelings hurt.

I am tired of these sickos out here who are sex-crazed rapists and child molesters. Why don’t they go get a prostitute?

http://misslatoya.wordpress.com/2007/08/25/freak-of-the-week/

Miss Popularity

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Thursday, May 18, 2006 at 8:44 AM PDT

You know, i’ve always liked the person that i am. I live my life on my own terms. I never cared to be in the spotlight but certain people have made a habit of making me the center of attention.

Ever since i was a child i’ve been a private person and at the same time an open and honest person. I also am so unique that i sometimes stick out like a sore thumb. I have always been known to a certain extent by people who i don’t know.

That factor is not too uncommon since people are very communicative with one another and are always gossiping. You never know who knows who and who are pointing you out. I was born with extra sensory perception so it’s not hard for me at all to spot out any funny business.

We are indeed living in a world with plenty of sick people and they seem to be getting sicker if you can imagine that being possible, but the dangerous part of the problem is these particular people don’t consider themselves to be ill. If you ask them it’s the healthy person who has the problem.

Well, i wonder if i’d never experienced the wild & crazy things that i have within my life would i believe them after hearing it from another person. I guess i’ll never know the answer to my own question.

Certain things in particular i’ve experienced would seem like paranoia to the unsuspecting person who is not familiar with street people’s behavior. Anyway, i’m the type who does things then moves on.

I keep going. Once i get bored that is totally it for me! If i fall out with a person i never talk to them again-the way i see it i’d just be going back to what turned me off from them in the first place. I’m always naturally reinventing myself i grow in all aspects of my life which even strengthens my identity.

Unfortunately, there are certain types of people in this world who are unable to do that. They are sadly stuck in their own misery then choose lucky people like me to stalk. I am a book writer. And my writings have sparked much attention in my neighborhood toward me among those who did or did not like what i wrote.

Nevertheless, the attention i receive and have received from those who are not in my class is quite demented and hilarious.

Jealousy and ignorance is definitely a major cause for their behavior but mostly it is an extreme unworthiness and particular mental instability on their part.

They obviously have issues.Sure, they go and do things to occupy some of their time then it’s back to spying on others. They can’t go anywhere in life. They continue to dwell on the same things, unable to move on.

Their world is-”trying to screw up yours!” I can’t believe the lengths they’ve tried with me. Some thought that they were slick by snapping a picture of me while we road the same train.

And, by following me to places to find out what i buy and talk about when i interact with people. They’ve went to places i go attempting to turn people against me or to have them and others they’ve pointed me out to mock and talk at me. All in an effort to bring down my self-esteem.

They have even sent people in my home posing as workers.

They may have really been doing their job but they were planted. That is just how badly those sickos want to bring me down. I am so on to them all and i have been for a very long time now.

And the thing about this interesting situation is that i’m unaffected by their actions. I’ve never been afraid of anyone or to keep on doing the activities that i do.

Of course, in this day and age we have to watch our backs for our own safety but when i’m out they can’t stop me. They’re intimidated by me! I have an innate energy and drive that inspires me and makes me happy so if i notice any of them acting stupid towards me it’s like they’re not even there!

And when i’m home they and what they do does not be on my mind. And that is why it is very hard for me to comprehend how certain people are preoccupied with and doing the same exact thing year after year.

I will say this though. If i and others who are in my predicament are that darn important enough to be the focus of so many’s attention just by living a normal life that we ourselves have not tarnished there needs to be a whole new type of Asylum built on the planet for those who should be put away.

http://misslatoya.wordpress.com/2007/08/25/miss-popularity/

Red Lobster

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Thursday, August 10, 2006 at 4:19 PM PDT

I ate at a Red Lobster restaurant for the very first time when i was at the age of sixteen. During my early twenties i went and dined at Red Lobster frequently. And it had become my favorite restaurant.

It was my favorite restaurant until recently though.

The Red Lobster that was located closer to where i live turned into an Applebee’s which i don’t care for very much i just settled for the place until i came across another Red Lobster that i didn’t have to travel too far a distance out of my way to get to and because i love shrimps. So i hadn’t been there in a very long time.

When i started my job a while ago i found out there was one located right near where i work so it was convenient for me to go there. I ate at the Red Lobster three times last month and in my opinion the restaurant isn’t what it use to be. I see why Red Lobster isn’t advertised often on television any more.

Aside from Red Lobster’s drop in quality the server’s at this particular restaurant were also of a poor quality. I said after those last three times that i wasn’t going back there but i got tired of eating the same shit almost every day on my dinner break.

You see, i get bored real quick and there aren’t too many eateries around where i work that can spark up my appetite. So this past monday i went back.

A ugly black bald-headed bruised-looking female who waited on me the first time i dined there took my order then headed to the kitchen right after making eye contact with a co-worker of her’s who was sitting at one of the tables on her break eating a meal.

She’d just come back to her plate then rose again to go meet this beast-looking girl who thought she was being slick.

The first three times i ate there i never tipped any of the waiters. I had better things to do with my money. And even though i had a pocket full of money to me every dollar counts.

In part with me being stingy the certain low-lifes working there who may know of me and my dislike for their kind by my enemies planned to spike up my food. I left the restaurant immediately. I instantly knew what they had in store for me. Those scumbags will never get the chance to fuck over me.

http://misslatoya.wordpress.com/2007/08/25/red-lobster/