There are a few reasons why I started this blog: my quest to get discovered by someone from Saturday Night Live (SNL), I think I'm funny, and my thoughts are pretty cool. But seriously, I decided to start this blog because I'm tired of giving my intellectual property to Facebook for the free. Ya feel me? I mean Mark Zuckerberg has already sold my identity and numerous pictures to the CIA(joke); I may as well give myself the opportunity to make a buck, but I digress. I've always had a love for writing ever since I was in 4th grade writing for my elementary school paper, the Pierson Panther Gazette. In undergraduate school I wrote for the Michigan Times and in graduate school I wrote for the Grand Valley Lanthorn. so just know I ain't new to this, I'm true to this. When "blogging" started gaining momentum, I never really thought it would be my thing. Not that I have anything against blogging, I just didn't see myself as a blogger per se until recently. Any by recently I mean today, Friday, October 30, 2015. I was sitting in my car listening to the Rickey Smiley Morning Show, as I do everyday before I go into work. I was battling if I should go in or if I should go ahead and become a reality star/stripper. Going into to work always wins. Here are a few reasons why work wins 98% of the time: 1. My body isn't stripper ready yet, emphasis on yet. 2. I luh God and if I hit that pole he'd be like what's wrong witchu? These are not the plans I was referring to in Jeremiah 29:11. 3. My son talks too damn much and he'd be telling everybody you know my Mom is a stripper and I'd be looking at him like I'm trying to be lowkey and you're blowing it. Then I'd have to whoop his a**, but then I'd feel guilty cause he would just be being honest as I taught him to be. (See the downward spiral) 4. My life isn't ratchet enough for me to star in a Love and Hip Hop franchise. 5. I'm a better story teller than exotic dancer, pretty basic, but true. Anyway, as I'm sitting there listening to my favorite morning crew, when my best friend shoots me a text that reads: "Doneice said you should be a blogger."
|The Text that started it all!|
And you know what she was fucking right! Doneice wasn't the first to suggest this genius idea, but something in the atmosphere said now is the time to let your gifts make room for you. And that folks is how the birth of Tynee` Talks came to life. This is only the beginning. Stay tuned for all the things I have to talk about because baby it's a lot! Peace.
|My cute self. Give me a Mic and I'll never give it back!|