I decided to type up some of my pet peeves. Slight change of pace. Why? No real reason, but these are on my mind almost all of the time and they irk my soul when I encounter them. I hope some of them make you laugh, because even though I’m slightly serious, I was laughing the whole time I typed this up.

PET PEEVE #1: People responding to only one part of a text

Um. Hello? I know you’re not illiterate, especially if we’ve been having a decent conversation this whole time. Are you reading too fast or something? Is part of the message encrypted and I wasn’t aware? Are you only just answering the parts you deem worthy enough of a response? Come on people. ADDRESS THE WHOLE MESSAGE. Otherwise, the message would’ve only included that one part you decided to respond to. You know…I notice that a lot of guys do this.

PET PEEVE #2: Choosing the neighboring bathroom stall

Okay. This one right here, OH MY goodtness. Not goodness. G o o d t n e s s. I absolutely cannot STAND when I’m chilling in the bathroom handling my business, there’s 20 other stalls, I’m probably at the second to last stall in the bathroom, almost completely shut off from society…AND SOMEONE DECIDES TO USE THE ONE RIGHT NEXT TO ME. Seriously? You bypassed ALL of those stalls, for why? Are you trying to mask your odor, the demonic funk you’re about to release, by using the stall next to me? Some nerve. Here’s a tip: courtesy flush.

PET PEEVE #3: Unnecessary yelling

You know when you’re trying to have a calm, cool and collected conversation with someone, you press some kind of nerve of theirs, and then they just explode? They literally just go from 0 to 5000 and begin firing off their yelling canon, not even giving you a chance to speak anymore. OR, if you’re just chilling peacefully watching t.v. or sleeping, and someone enters the room, yelling for absolutely NO reason. It’s like, okay, we know you’re here now, please close your frontal mouth hole and cease creating a disturbance in my ear.

PET PEEVE #4: My Generation

Yes. The generation I belong to annoys the absolute crap out of me, for more reasons than one. Need an example real quick? Just go check any one of your social media platforms (don’t get me wrong, we’re still pretty cool though).

PET PEEVE #5: Answering a completely different question than the one that was asked

I really wonder if people even listen to what I’m saying sometimes. I asked a specific question. I even showed you exactly what I was asking about. I didn’t ask about the temperature in Antarctica. My question had nothing to do with weather in any way shape or form (that didn’t actually happen, but you get my point).

PET PEEVE #6: When you’re trying to decide on something, but people aren’t focused

Did we really just sit here and have a whole meeting, about one whole issue, and spend the whole time talking about something completely unrelated to this whole issue? Then you want to have a meeting again next week? What are we going to have, a meeting about a meeting? OR: When you’re trying to decide on somewhere to go have fun and people keep saying “it doesn’t matter to me.” [insert dolphin sounds from Spongebob here] IF SOMEONE DOESN’T CHOOSE A PLACE IN THE NEXT 5 SECONDS…I’m going home and going to sleep. I don’t have time for the indecisiveness.

PET PEEVE #7: Posting subliminal messages online

Ljfdoknajfdojaf. YO! Stop the madness! PLEASE. Grow up! Stop being petty. Especially if you’re 17 and older. I understand that the maturity may or may not be present at the age of 17, but anything beyond that…go sit down somewhere. Siéntate! Instead of posting subliminally about whoever or whatever…go handle your issues! Especially if you’re claiming you’re grown! Doing this is one of the most childish and immature things one could do. Seriously, grow up.

I could go on for a while, but I’ll stop at numero siete. Listen, I tell you. I don’t hate people, or dislike people…I just despise the things some of y’all do. DETEST. I don’t know why you do them, but you do, and there’s nothing I can do about it. So there’s no point in getting angry, right? Right.

(will probably continue to get a little angry)

Y’all pray for me, LOL.


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Weight Gain Struggle

Okay. So, if many of you don’t know, I have Crohn’s disease. To make a long story short, I had a major surgery back in 2011 because I was real sick and didn’t know, but God is good, so I’m okay now.

HOWEVER. Because of this Crohn’s disease, it’s a struggle for me to keep my weight up sometimes. I don’t really help the situation either because I’d rather sleep than stuff my face with food 24/7. In other words, I’m incredibly lazy for no reason, LOL.

Anyway, I went to the doctor yesterday for a follow-up from a Colonoscopy and MRI I had done at the end of December. She basically told me that I have to gain weight to where I weigh 120 lbs within six weeks (i.e. my next appointment) or else. I have until March 12th to gain….2 POUNDS. Yes, right now I currently weigh 118.4 lbs. I’m going to go beyond that though, at least to 125.

You know…I do like to eat. I honestly do. But when I have to force myself to eat…when I have to force myself to do ANYTHING…it becomes a chore. Am I alone in feeling that way? I’m the same way with reading (having to read chapters for class when I was in college was such a DRAG…), but I absolutely love to read. When I’m forced to do it, I suddenly don’t want to do it anymore.

But, Bianca…if you love doing it, you shouldn’t feel like you’re being forced…

Yeah, I don’t know either.

SO. Every week, I shall be weighing myself. I really don’t want to know what this “or else” is… Everyday I shall be inhaling food akin to my pink and chubby inspiration, Patrick:



I’m going to be able to fill my clothes out again, y’all. It’s not like I’m walking around with stuff hanging on me, but I used to weigh 140 lbs three years ago.

I don’t want to attribute all my weight loss to this Crohn’s disease though. There were a lot of other factors, college was getting real, I started having panic attacks and yeah it was just a lot going on.

I’m going to do my best to not view this as a chore, but as a means to being a lot healthier and more energetic all together! I probably should be exercising more too…one thing at a time, girl. One thing at a time.

Pray for me, haha.

Stop Running and Accept

Things really do start to change once you stop running away from the reality of things,  take a step back and accept where you are. First and foremost, your perspective immediately changes. If you don’t accept where you’re at, you won’t change. You’ll remain stuck in the same cycle.

Hello everyone! It’s my first blog post of 2018, woo woo!

I wanted to start this year off by talking about Accepting your Reality. After spending New Year’s Eve with two lovely ladies who are near and dear to my heart, I finally accepted the reality of what my 2017 was and where I am at in my life. After about a hour and a half of crying a river of tears, declaring that things will be different, prayer and hugs, I knew 2018 was not going to at all be like 2017. I felt and knew it in my spirit.

All of 2017, I was in a depression and this was a deep seated depression too. Because I refused to accept why things were going the way they were, I had grown to be comfortable in this depression. I wouldn’t admit it either.

I’m actually horribly insecure about a lot of things, and because of this I was making the mistake last year of looking to my boyfriend to validate me on those insecurities; to tell me I’m not those things I was thinking about myself. When he failed to do that as much as I wanted, everything basically spiraled out of control and I almost got put out of my parents’ home because of my attitude (not going into detail LOL). I was looking to him for so much and I kept getting denied. It was affecting the relationship and I actually sent several break up texts and made a few of those phone calls.


The absolute most important relationship in my life, my relationship with God, was getting totally neglected because I was looking to a man to validate me. People will fail you, whether they intentionally do it or not, it’s bound to happen several times in our lives. That’s just how we are. God will never fail you though, and I had apparently forgotten that. God already validated me long before I was conceived. He told me I was beautiful, powerful, fearfully and wonderfully made, intelligent, worth it, extraordinary, stunning…He told me all of that! I am all of that because God lives within me, because God made me.

So, how did I end up at a point in my life where I was looking for this guy to tell me all of those things? What happened? I honestly couldn’t tell you. I don’t know when, or why, but it happened and I was on the verge of losing myself…literally losing myself. I stopped eating. I let this guy affect me so much that my appetite would come and go at the drop of a hat. I found myself getting way more angrier than I ever have in my life. I stopped doing the things I loved and stopped being my normal energetic and goofy self. I put my life basically on hold for him by waiting around for him to tell me I’m beautiful and all those other things I mentioned. I began to constantly make myself available for him that I became unavailable to myself and God. A relationship isn’t supposed to be like that…my mom told me that my smile had become virtually nonexistent.

I believe he was trying to help me, along with my friends and family, but they didn’t know how. All they could do is go off of what I was telling them. Remember…other people can’t help you if you’re not willing to help yourself. I mean, they can try to help, but unless you’re ready to help yourself, nothing they do will change a thing. Also, no one can help if you don’t even know what you need help with. That’s why it’s critical to accept where you are and identify what you need to work on. Otherwise it’s going to seem like no one understands you, everyone is against you, and everything is just bad and out of control. 


Y’all, it was a LONG year.

Quick interjection: Now, I’m not saying he wasn’t telling me I was beautiful or any of those other things at all, don’t get me wrong and start wanting to kill this man. He just wasn’t telling me as much as I would like to hear it. I wanted him to tell me basically to the point where I would believe it myself. He’s a great guy, super great. He’s like a balance to me, kind of like me in a male form but possessing qualities that I lack. I honestly do love this guy.

I’m so grateful to God though because, He never let go of my hand. Once you open up your heart to Him, He’ll never let you go. It’s because I accepted where I was at that I can finally start making changes to improve myself. It’s because I remembered who I was, what I’ve been through, and what I’m capable of that I can get better and continue to grow into the person God wants me to be.

I am strong, I am worth it, I am beautiful, I am extraordinary, I am gentle, I am powerful, I am caring, I am loving, I am intelligent, I am full of God’s everlasting joy, I am wonderful, I am different…

You are too!


Continue to have faith in God, trust in Him. Have faith in yourself. Accept who you are and change for the better if a change needs to be made. Stay prayed up!