Versailles: The Life and Times of Queen Khira

  Ok Bitches, I let ya'll live this BS ya'll call real life for quite some time... Now , I'm about to GO IN... Some of you guys are really out here losing what little minds ya'll have left!  The World is legit on fire rn, and each and every one of us is seeking some form of escape.  The funny thing is, you were ALL told precisely how to ride this one out by minding your own business...So why does it seem like we are flocking by the masses to do the EXACT  opposite?! I'm not a social media person; I will jump on every so often to check messages, and the temperature of the greater diaspora.  In essence, I have no algo rhythm😅!   So explain to me why I in the hot ham sandwich have I been bombarded with the latest waves of foolishness, and the flat out refusals to stay to ourselves👀?!  Oh I get it, ya'll are just gonna force  me to engage in filth?!  I've seen us out here arguing Bots down to the ground over people you don't even know ... ...

  Growing up, I absolutely could not WAIT to get dressed everyday.  I used to lay in bed at night, too excited to sleep, thinking about what I was going to wear the next day.  As a matter of fact, I got a particular thrill out of wearing new things and was ready to grow up, just so I could wear things when I wanted to.  Now, too much real world has crept in, slightly diminishing my original love affair, but I have re-committed myself to bringing that old thing back!! Especially seeing how it is the younger generations have fallen into the full complacency of filth!!  None of them seem to embrace the concept of cleanliness, and FORGET about an outfit making sense!  What ever happened to youthful innovation?! One of the most fabulous things about being young is the ability to take risks, especially when it comes to getting dressed.  Being original is the Nexus of young ingenuity.  All I had to do was think about an outfit; once I had locked in on on...

I've Missed You World! I woke up this morning ready to take on the world.  I thought what better way to start than by coming thru the blogspot. I've missed it so. ;-) As you all obviously know, I've been keeping an extremely low profile as of late. Reason being,  I had just become so tired of how phoney life had all become.  Its no secret I long since stop listening to the radio for that same reason, but the BS of the airwaves has finally infiltrated into everyday society. If its not chicks thinking Purple-Front hair is office appropriate,  then its the one in the unemployment line with the aluminum foil Barbie chain. Excuse the hell outta me... We just decided to lose whatever little sense Our generation managed to retain post 9/11. I refuse to function that way. First and Foremost that mess is wack. No further elaboration needed. If you don't understand,  this ain't for you. I was raised to believe the worst thing you could grow up to be was W...

Today's Inspiration: #1 Stunner...Baby The Mis-Education of Basic Bi***es As Our Story Was Previously Unfolding...we were standing in front of an establishment that shall remain nameless, being blinded by some real mess. Per our last conversation, this is where the BKs and I were contemplating just what it took to be Barbie. As we were all adding our respective ideas to the mental list, it was apparent, the Basic rocking the charm, much to our disappointment, we no Barbie. This is where situation turned from nostalgic to pitiful. By no means were we gonna let this masquerade continue,  so as real OGs, we felt at this point, it was time to take action. I couldn't honestly, in good conscience, blame any of the subordinates, none of them were rockin the charm.  To keep this official, let's name the leader of the gaggle Skipper, Barbie's younger teenage sister, who just never quite managed to gain the Barbie fame( still waiting in the wings Tho to seize the throne; Bi***he...