beauty addict. [ r i s q u e G L A M ]

Tropical Valentine Makeup Tutorial

2012-02-08T14:14:00.000-05:00

RisqueGlam.net (launch promo teaser)

2012-01-02T07:42:00.000-05:00

Full Sew In Weave with Bangs Tutorial

2011-12-29T17:10:00.000-05:00

Mini Rant: Pretty To Be A Big Girl

2011-12-25T18:25:00.000-05:00

Plus Size OOTN: Holiday Edition pt. 1

2011-12-25T04:27:00.000-05:00

One-Shoulder Lace Overlay Bodycon Dress

Black stockings

Lace Peep Toe Pumps [here's a pic of them http://twitpic.com/7dynl9 ]

Poparazzi-inspired earrings that i made myself

Heart Necklace

Pearl Charm Bracelet

I purchased this dress from a store in Philly. But I did find a few dupes of this dress on a website called FashionToFigure.com

http://bit.ly/te8Zfx

http://bit.ly/uSiXQb

http://bit.ly/s8e1uK

Hoodrat Wasted

2011-10-31T07:23:00.008-04:00

As you all know, this past weekend was Halloween Weekend & today is actually Halloween. *blank stare* Of course you guys know....forgive me. I am still hungover. Yes....I drank the devil juice & got loose. *puts head down in shame*

inebriated & still badder than most.

Last week, my friend Patrice informed me that her cousin would be hosting some kinda masquerade/costume/halloween/hoodrat gathering/birthday party & asked if I'd want to attend. I promptly replied YES CHILE!! & ran off to various locations to begin the process of styling a deliciously envy-worthy costume. So Friday night comes & by this time I have recruited Jazz, my Partner In Crime/Eating Partner/Fattest Skinny Chick I Know/Bestie/Little Sister/Niece....yea, she's all that. Really. Lmao. So me, Jazz [@CocoaAllure], Patrice & her brother get to the venue which happened to be a.....BANQUET HALL.....and then to make matters worse I hear "Wifey" - Next playing. I don't even know if this event even had a DJ, for all I fuckn know, somebody's uncle was playing a Mix CD on his 1999 circa BoomBox. I felt like I was set off Soul Food 2. I can't. I simply can NOT.

We served that event a swift FUCK NO & was out. We were gonna cross the Walt Whitman to Jersey to go holla at some liquor but we were racing time and we all the way cross town from the bridge. So we were hauling ass toward Market street as we twirled around the Art Museum Parkway but we get cut off by this big Bertha ass SEPTA bus. So y'all know me. I immediately pulled every profane word in my vocabulary out the book & hummed them at the bus driver til I was eye-to-eye him....my mouth when dry from my jaw dropping & my coosah was instantly soaked. This man was GORGEOUS. Mind you, I don't really have a hankering for the afrocentric variety when it comes to men....but GAH-DAMN this man was sexy. Light caramel, shaped-up, moisturized dreads, tatted AND bearded!!! *faints* This nigga was all that. Yes I took it back with that term but this nigga was delicious....DE-FUCKN-LISH!! I woulda greased his scalp & twisted up his new growth if he asked me to. Dead ass. So yea, me & this nigga is eye flirting through the window & we so caught up in each others beauty, neither one of us thinks to open these glass obstacles & bag each other [exchange numbers]. So the light turns green & Patrice was off.

"WAIT BITCH!!! Thats my husband back there!! And I didnt even get a chance to bag him!!! Stop at the next light!! I need him!!!"

She ignored my pleas & kept it the fuck moving as I made a mental note to remember the exact time, location & route number cus in 24 hours I would be on his bus & hopefully he would be too. Needless to say, I really fucking wanted him.

So by now, it's too late for us to make it to Jersey in time to get some liquor so we locate the nearest club & just go there. As we are on Market St in Old City Philly waiting for valet, guess who rolls the fuck by.....MY HUSBAND!!! I just knew it was fate so I took off down Market St in 5inch wedge booties to get my man. I GOES HARD. But as I reached his bus & was within inches of tapping on the side window to get his attention, the damn light turned verde & my husband was gone again. *dejected* I proceeded to the store to get some snacks. They always make me feel better.

Ten minutes later, we're in the club & I swear to you it was like a fucking middle school dance cus the club happened to be having an 18 & under event that night & the children were out. FML. *palm forehead* There were no MEN in there. Nothing but BOYS. Im only 23 but I felt like a lightweight pedophile cus I can't be all up on no children. *stank face* Not a good look. Only men there were the help [the bouncers & bartenders]. So I used them to my benefit & got the strongest drinks of my life & all of a sudden the night was finally looking the fuck up for a change lmao!

While in the club there were a few bits of fuckery that occurred. One being the big girl in the stretched out leotard bodysuit, sunday-best church pumps, & a shredded pink tutu that look like she got in a fight with a pack of wolves & they won. Bless her cholesterol glazed heart. Poor girl was posted up on a speaker popping her whale tale attempting to attract the attention of ANY male specimen but unfortunately for her they weren't biting. How you get winded when you holding onto something while you dance?? Thats just obesity at it worse. And I can say these things cus I'm a big girl but come on bitch....pull yo shit together. You making us look bad.

Then there was Jenny [not her real name] who found a structural beam, that doubled as a pole for the hoes & kindly displayed all the booty-popping moves [I use the term BOOTY loosely] that some nigga name Jerome from Logan taught her to do. Im like, "That bitch fucks niggas. I aint even mad at you Jenny. Do you boo, do you." *sips tea*

Then the asian bartender dude Ima just call Lee told me he purposely made my drinks strong cus he had plans to come get my draws later. *blank stare* Oh is that right Lee??...okay, just make sure yo ass brings me some General Tso Chicken [fried hard with extra sauce & a few extra broccoli florets] when you come to get em. Fair exchange is NO ROBBERY. *shrugs* I'm wit it.

Who in the FUCK sells flowers in the club??...*silence*......Yea, I'll wait for your answer. Because I guarantee you no one does. Like....WHY??!! It ain't even fuckn Valentine's Day dude? Go home Edwardo & study your American holidays & when they occur, okay? Please & fucking thank you.

There were plenty other forms of fuckery, I sure of it. But at this point I either can't remember [which is highly likely] or its just is NOT worth my carpel tunnel ridden hands typing about. AND I'm outta bayer??!!...I'm out.

back at home

Miseducation

2011-10-11T21:06:00.000-04:00

Everything is not what it seems. Even if it seems to be the way things are designed to be. Sometimes the conventional leaves far worse scars than the much feared alternative does. You live life the way you were taught to. You respect people the way you were taught to. You even love the way you were taught to. Only to find out years later that you were miseducated & led astray by incompetents who claim no responsibility for their negligence or even acknowledge it, no less. So now you're out in the world, lost. Swimming in the ocean of life & you don't even have a lifesaver to keep you from drowning. What you thought you knew, isn't really what you should know at all. So now you're just out here, winging it. Naive, misguided, & impressionable. And most times, you fall victim to those that prey on your kind. They feed off of your energy because in a sense, it is innocent & childlike because you seek guidance for issues you should have prior knowledge about.

You don't even really know what is going on in this matrix of life. So they take advantage of you because you can be molded & manipulated & they you shape into what they want you to be. You believe the illusion. Of course you would. You are completely oblivious to the fact that it is not reality but yet an altered form of it. But before you know it, that "new-play-thing" luster has worn off of you & they see a less tainted, more easily manipulated individual just skipping down the path & they shove you into the thorned bushes. Perplexed, resentful & wounded, you're left there to pluck all those thorns from yourself & carry on down the path of life only to cross paths with many more just like this. That innocence & naivety morphs into disdain & bitterness. You are now the opposite of the person you were once destined to be. You've changed. Not necessarily because you want to but as a survival tactic & defense mechanism.

There's this girl. She beautiful, graceful, & alluring. Many often tell her she is exotic, but she doesn't think so. She laughs it off. She's just humble in that way. Physical attributes aside, she's eloquent, cultured & surprisingly quite intelligent. Not what you'd expect from a girl who looks the way she does. She possesses all the qualities a man would want in a woman, a wife, a partner in life. She gives off this aura of warm approachability & confidence that people love to be in the presence of. She's the girl you go shoe shopping with & gossip with. She's the girl who holds your hair back when you vomit after a wild night. She's even the girl who cooks you anything just to put a smile on your face & looks for nothing in return.

But truth is, she's probably hurting worse than you. You have no idea all the pain this one unfortunate soul has endured in her short life. She's never one to want people to feel sorry for her because she's an independent spirit who really wants nothing from anyone. But her miseducation has rendered her paralyzed in a sense. She looks into the eyes of her reflection and doesn't even recognize the person she has been forced to become. She longs to know her former self, the one she is truly meant to be. That girl, the former her, is meant for greatness. But now this girl, her current self, is just full of self-doubt, regret, & insecurity. The hope that her former self will one day return helps her to maintain a happy face & conceal the scars on her spirit.

She fights to maintain the glimpses of her former self & keep those memories fresh but people, these creatures that inhabit the Earth that she was once taught have caring hearts, are deteriorating her already poorly constructed shield with their constant attack on her spirit. She is withdrawn & maybe even a little antisocial but her "Save face" mentality thrusts her into the company of the same ones who could potentially harm her even more. She just wishes to be loved & accepted, something that is so foreign to her. All her life, she has been looking for love in all the wrong places when really all she had to do was look in the mirror. She's beginning to learn that her reflection will love her more than anyone ever can & there's no need to continue searching because it's been there all the time, she just wasn't looking hard enough. Or maybe she wasn't ready. Whatever the case, she gets it now. She understands. She re-educates. She rebuilds. She is me.

If you though this seemed a bit vague & esoteric, then you'd be correct.

Beyonce On Top

2011-10-10T06:40:00.004-04:00

So as I'm pulling an all-nighter filming & editing videos, I stumble across this little gem....Beyonce's teaser for her next video which is for "Love On Top." It kinda has like this 80s/New Edition vibe to it but it works. And I must say, Bey is looking fucking boughettoly GORG with her lil captain's hat thingy I'm sure she fought tooth & nail with Ms. West over & her lil hi-top sneaks I'm sure cost more than what I earn in 6 months. Accessories aside, I didn't spot the one I was looking for....the outline of the Supreme Ruler of ALL Celeb Kids (past present & FUTURE...even in utero, the Smiths kids get defecated on), the protrusion of all things Bootylicious & Brooklyn-esque, the baby bump of the fetus Knowles-Carter. *sighs* I guess she does what I do...film in bulk & release on a schedule.

Internet Moguling

2011-10-02T16:29:00.000-04:00

So while I let the blog slightly fall by the wayside, I have been on Youtube & Facebook tryna get my mogul on, you know...tryna get to guru status & shit. So forgive me. I know you still love me. And for those of you have been asking me What exactly is RisqueGlam? here's a little back history.

RisqueGlam is a name a chose years ago, like back when Myspace was just starting out. Back then, I had a couple of websites. One I used as my blog & the other was my portfolio site. I was doing freelance graphic design at the time & even then I branding myself lol. My page on Myspace was one of my creative outlets because I would frequently update my page with a new layout featuring whatever digital art I created at that particular time. RisqueGlam is what I would describe my online persona as a designer to be. Very sexy & sassy, almost enough to make you blush but still glamorous & demure enough for others to aspire to be it.

risqueGLAM on Youtube

Initially when I started my Youtube channel in July 2011 & launched my whole branding mission, I was only going to target the hair/beauty community. But then I realized people find me kinda funny & like the things I have to say, not just the things I can show them. So I decided to include all facets of ME into my brand. I'm going to be showing you what I know about hair/beauty. I'll show you my personal style & things in fashion I think are hot. I'll be clocking the tea on the latest celeb gossip & fuckery. I'll even be giving you candid & serious glimpses of who I am. I want RisqueGlam to be a brand that displays my individuality as feisty young woman living in the city as well as encourage others to have the confidence to be individuals as well.

RisqueGlam is not just a name. It's my brand. It's my baby. It's something I created & put a lot of time, effort, thought, & work into. I do all the filming & hours-long editing for my videos. I come up with the concepts of my videos. I design my blog myself. I write my own entries. I network, market AND promote myself. I do it all!!! Oh-kay!! So this is big to me, its a little more than just a hobby. And I really do have aspirations to take it as far as I possibly can. So hopefully you guys will watch me as I build RisqueGlam into something I'm sure will be phenomenal!!

I'm gonna be blogging more too. I'm really tryna get my e-Mogul on, oh-kay!! I can't say that this blog will even put lumped into one specific category either but I guarantee you it will be entertaining, whatever I do post. A lot of people liked my Playing With Peoples Hearts...JLS entry. I'm gonna be including more serious entries like that too. So keep a look out for those.

I also wanna thank everybody for subscribing to my Youtube channel & everyone who likes RisqueGlam on Facebook. You guys don't know how much that means to me. In the future I'm gonna try to put together a giveaway or a contest or something. But we gotta get to 1000 subscribers first. I just hit 200 subbies today. SO GET TO SUBBING!!!

My Princess

2011-09-19T13:40:00.005-04:00

On September 19, 2008 at 1:40pm, I gave birth to the most beautiful baby I could have ever asked God to bless me with. Aliana Dior came into the world weighting 7 lbs 4 oz & was 19 3/4 inches long with a head full of hair so thick it looked like a toupee lol. These last 3 years have not been the easiest but Ali is my WORLD & I wouldn't change her for anything. I love my daughter to pieces!!!

Happy 3rd Birthday Aliana Dior!! Momma loves you!!

[photo heavy]

Playing With Peoples Hearts....to JLS

2011-09-15T23:22:00.005-04:00

Sidebar: I know this entry is long but please read in its entirety. This is how I am feeling & I think you will enjoy this. Also, excuse the foul language in the dialogue. It was only included for authenticity purposes.

Male 1: "Yea nigga I got this new bitch that lives up [insert name of any random hood]."

Male 2: "Word Nigga? Damn. What she look like?"

Male 1: "She badd than a mu'fucka yo. Im tryna see if she gon lemme pop tonight."

Male 2: [Laughs] "You crazy as shit nigga. You bet' not let [insert 1 of 5 baby mommas' names] find out. You remember what she did last time!! That bitch crazy as fuck yo!!" [Laughs]

Male 1: [Laughs] "Nigga aint nobody sweatin' that bitch! You know how many bitches I done fucked & she ain't ever find out?? Shit nigga I got like 6 bitches lined up just waitin' to get slayed. Fuck outta here!! [Laughs]

Male 2: "Ard nigga!! Do you...but I wanna have to see yo ass on the fuckin' news in the A.M. cus that bitch done committed a double homicide & shit on you &THAT BITCH!!" [Laughs]

Male 1: "Nigga fuck dese hoes!! I don't trust dese bitches & I don't love dese bitches!! I just FUCK dese bitches!! So if she find out, she just FIND THE FUCK OUT nigga!! [Laughs] What the fuck she gon' do? Aint like she leavin' a nigga!! I got that bitch wrapped around my dick all in love wit a nigga!! I say jump & the bitch say 'How high daddy?' [Laughs] That bitch ain't goin' nowhere & if she do, FUCK HER!! Shit nigga. Like I said, I got other bitches, I keep these hoes on rotate my nigga!!" [Laughs]

Male 2: "My nigga!!" [Daps each other]

So I had to hit y'all with a small little dialogue so you can better feel where I'm coming from. I don't know what it is about these so called "men" who think its cool to play with hearts. The vast majority of these said "men" take pride in their ability to manipulate women's emotions & actions into getting what they want from them. And an even larger majority of women have fallen prey to it. I'm not judging. I too have been a victim of the "I tell you 'I love you' but really I would never look at you more than just a receptacle for my dick" kinda men. Most women, at some point in their lives, will encounter this exact kind of man. I empathize for these women because there is no worse feeling than putting your emotional all into a person & thinking they have intentions to reciprocate those same emotions & feelings with the same intensity, only to find out that to them you were merely just a play thing to past the time with & develop their craft with.

That hurt sensation you get, like acid burning in your chest that almost takes your breath away as it slowly travels up your throat then finds its way into your eyes only to be expelled out in the form of tears of your shattered heart....is the WORST sensation one could ever experience. It's a feeling I know all too well. It's almost like the personification of what one would imagine it would be like to have you heart ripped from you chest with a dull blade & just thrown to the ground & spat upon. Who could do that to someone? Intentionally, no less! You have got to be a really deeply emotionally scarred individual to inflict that kind of pain onto to someone with no regards for their reaction or the outcome of your actions. I find this kind of behavior to be very sadistic, especially when the behavior is repetitive & develops as a pattern these men grow accustomed to using as tactics for personal gain. I find that the sadistic nature of their actions are displayed clearly from the enjoyment they receive when they receive the fruits of their labor as a result of what they do. They hold no regard for the pain they inflict or even the long-term effects of it because they gain from it. I am truly tired of men, especially men in my community [the black community], who feel it is their right as a MAN to do these things to women! It's treated almost as if it is a rite of passage! It is widely acceptable to many. There are even women who simply write it off as "a man just being a man" and accept it.

I sit here & type this entry as the tears flow from my eyes like a swelling river onto my keyboard because that familiar pain of regret, repulsion & rejection has decided to creep back up into my spiritual core that is filled with so much love to give but there are no qualified recipients within a 100-mile radius. I just cannot understand why #PlayingWithPeoplesHearts is trending among people in my demographic. I could never imagine myself unleashing this kind of torture on someone's unsuspecting heart. This whole "Being a pimp" movement is just so ridiculously stupid to me because what is being a pimp really accomplishing you? What, material things? A shot of new pussy every now & again? Accolades among other "ain't shit niggas"? Like...someone please tell me. I am truly TIRED of having my heart played with. I feel I am a good woman. I can cook. I clean. I'm a great mother. I genuinely care about people. I'm dedicated & loyal. I'm smart & funny. I have dreams & aspirations that I am making strides to make a reality. And those are just only a few of my good qualities. What man wouldn't want that in a woman? I'll tell you what kind...a poor excuse for one.

We as a society apply that term "man/men" too loosely to these male specimens. My definition of a man is:

A male who is secure & confident in himself & needs no material things or superficiality to validate himself as an individual. He is his own person and does not follow others just to prove himself among his peers. He values, cherishes, provides [in every sense of the term] for the people closest to him. He showers his woman [note: singular] with all the adoration & love she could ever imagine. He nurtures his children & keeps them safe from all harm. He respects people & is influential, not just by his words but by his actions.

He is a MAN.

Anything less than that, I feel is just a boy in man's clothing. Men, REAL men do not play with hearts. They do not manipulate, take advantage, & deceive for personal gain. Only an adult male [who is really a damaged & misguided little boy internally] will play the games they play. Do you think you have one up on the women you play? Not by a long shot. In reality, you are the weak ones & we, the women whose hearts you've victimized & emotionally raped...WE are the strong ones, because eventually we stop crying, we pick ourselves up, and we begin to love again...OURSELVES. We as women need to stop settling for good enough because we feel that "he is the best that'll come along" because for some reason or another you feel you are not worthy of the man who truly deserves you. We need to build ourselves up and begin to accept & love everything about ourselves, flaws & all. You cannot change a flaw until you accept it & begin to love it, because that love for yourself, whatever flaws you may feel you have, will be the driving force & motivation for you to improve yourself so you can attract a better quality of MAN, one who is eager to work hard to maintain your happiness & well-being. We are QUEENS, women. Stop letting the common folk [the ain't shit niggas] come over to play in our gardens & deteriorate our inner core. Preserve that for you KING because one day he will come. Just stop looking for him. A man's job is to hunt & chase the woman. Not the other way around.

And to the perpetrator of the assault on my heart [JLS....who I hope is led here by a stroke of chance & reads this entry in its entirety], I truly feel sorry for you. You don't get too many opportunities to encounter a person who is genuine on all levels & would go to the ends of the world for you. I don't how many more opportunities you have left for an encounter like that, but you just missed one. I don't hate you. I pity you. I even feel a little sympathy for you. Almost enough to say my heart is suffering from borderline Stockholm Syndrome for you. You are obviously a wounded soul who kidnapped my heart but yet doesn't know which way to fly so you're on a downward spiral & I refuse to let you take me down with you any further. I will not let the hurt you've inflicted upon me transform me into a bitter caricature of myself & destroy the potential blessings God has for me. I encountered you because God wanted our paths to cross. I thought they crossed because they would one day merge into a union of eternally love & respect until death do us part. But I was wrong. They crossed because God used you as vessel to teach me something and boy have I learned. So I do not hate you. I love you more [as a human being] because you are one of the misguided & hard to love people who clearly never received enough love or even gained knowledge on how to love. I pray that whatever is the root of your mentality & attitude toward women & your blatant disregard for us is discovered & you find your way to God so he can cleanse you of it & lead you to a resolution. I'm no angel, so I am not judging you. My curiosity for the origins of your obvious pain & unfortunate viewpoints is partially the reason I kept the blinders of denial on for so long & tolerated your behavior. We all have issues. But it is up to us to resolve them in a healthy manner. I sincerely wish this for you. I hope you find God because no one is promised tomorrow & at the rate that you are playing with hearts....you just cut your odds in half.

Peace be with you JLS. I sure hope you find it.

Natural Remedies: Hyperpigmentation

2011-09-13T11:31:00.001-04:00

Hyperpigmentation is a problem that is common among black people & other people of color. It often occurs when an excess of melanin has been produced and forms deposits, causing skin patches that appear darker than the surrounding skin. Common cause of hyperpigmentation are: sun exposure, hormonal changes, heredity, acne, & botched skin treatments. Don't waste money on harmful & risky bleaching creams that can potentially make the problem worse! You can reduce the appearance of darkspots just by using lemon juice, honey, apple cider vinegar and water to create an all natural face mask & skin lightening toner.

Lemon-Honey Mask recipe

Prepare 4 tablespoons of lemon juice and 4 tablespoons honey until it turns out into a thick, paste-like consistency. Apply the mixture to the affected region with your fingertips until your skin had been coated with a thick layer. Let it the mask stay on your face for about 10 minutes before rinsing it with cool water. Then gently pat dry with a clean towel. Do this once a day for three weeks and I'm sure you'll notice improvements in your skintone!

Apple Cider Vinegar Skin Lightening Toner recipe

Prepare 3 tbsp. apple cider vinegar and 3 tbsp. water. Then dab a clean cotton balls into mixture & apply to the affected area until the skin is throroughly covered. Let it sit for 20 minutes then rinse. Be sure to gently pat skin dry with a clean towel. Most people see results if this is done two times a day for a duration of three weeks.

[Optional] - Apply a thin layer of moisturizer to prevent dryness.

Also try to watch what kinds of food your eat & try to increase your water intake. Water does wonders for skin. Hope this helps!!

In Utero Couture

2011-09-13T10:45:00.002-04:00

A peek at the baby bump aka my future niece or nephew.

Confession. I cried when Beyonce announced she was pregnant. [Just a drop or two....5 mins worth. Dont judge me.] It damn near felt like it was me who was pregnant, or better yet...like I WAS THE ONE who knocked her up! Immediately I thought of all the cute pregnant outfits she'd be photo'd wearing and could not wait! The white bikini the other week was just too cute. Loved it!! I was like, "Aww look at my little niece or nephew (preferably niece) in my sister's belly." Then this ensemble (left) was really cute & unusually casual for what we're accustomed to seeing Beyonce in. But she is pregnant, so time to hang them red bottoms up honey cus those feet are gonna swell more than a can of burst biscuits. Get that epsom salt ready girl! Your gonna need it! Aside from that, I really like their relationship, even though their secretive asses never talk about it. Guess that's what makes us like them together so much is that they don't whore out their relationship & overexpose it like their careers. I love that they protect the bond that they have. Wanna know what I love even more?? The fact that they did it right. Yea, Jay might have some secret kids somewhere but we ain't talking about them right now cus we can't 100% confirm those stories. But these two got their careers established & became more successful than they could have probably ever imagined, got married, settled into being married and THEN decided to crank out some tax dependants. I pray they will be as successful at parenthood as they are at their careers.

Another thing...I wish people stop tryna determine how far along she is! Damn. Do it really even matter?? Why you need to know when she gonna drop? So you can get a her a gift? News flash bitch. She don't want no gifts from us common folk, okay? She ain't even thinking about you or nothing else at this moment but that baby. People sitting up here, speculating when the baby is due like they going to the baby shower & shit. Like they got VIP passes to it. Ha! That baby shower will cost more than what most people make in 2-3 yrs. So go on & hang that outfit you was gonna wear to it back up cus you ain't even on her radar. Beyonce boo, I say you pull a Phaedra & keep people in suspense about how far along you are & when you're due. Tell em it keeps getting pushed back like an album release. *shrugs*

Knockers on swole. #BenefitsOfPregnancy

Something tells me they're on a cravings run & Jay isn't too happy.

Pink Pretzels

2011-09-13T09:26:00.002-04:00

So our girl Ménage à trois is trippin' yet again. For the life of me I can't figure out why she dresses like this?? I'm all for creativity, individuality & being iconic But this shit right here son....smh. Keep this up Onika and you'll be disowned & deleted from the "Circle" in my head. I can't figure out if I'm more saddened by that bow she stole off some unsuspecting suburban family's Christmas wreath, that partially neapolitan ice cream wig [that I'll take in #1b, thank you] or that pussy pink pretzel necklace. If I were her, I woulda salted that pretzel with diamonds & shit...I'm just saying. *shrugs*

Everybody wants to be so different. Where's old Nicki at when you need her??

Damn her & that steel wool skirt to hell. I rebuke this shit!!

Julie's ass is sittin' just so, posing like this shit is normal. I can't.

Karma

2011-09-13T05:12:00.007-04:00

At least she's giving us good hair. *shrugs*

So word is Swizzy is cheating on Ms Keys...

[insert crickets]

Who didn't see that coming?? Like, let's be real. This rumor is right on time actually. I figured it'd be about a year or so before there'd be some rumor surfacing about one of his side pieces who forgot their place. But Alicia, girl can you really be mad?? It was you who had a hit song named "Karma" so therefore you know a thing or two about it. Now you're getting a firsthand taste of the medicine you force fed poor ol' Mashonda. All she was tryna do was get her potentially flopworthy debut album completed & released and here you come with your child-bearing hips talking 'bout some try sleeping with a broken heart & stealing her man.

Cheesin', like their life is 100% and he ain't cheating.

Do I feel bad for you? NO. Are you pitiful? YES. With all the success, fame, beauty & other bullshit you got going for yourself, one would THINK you could at least grip you an equally successful SINGLE man. You thought you won something cus he put a ring on it & some semen in it. Ha! Whatever bitch. [And I say this with love Alicia. ♥] Let this be a lesson to you ladies (and fellas too for that matter, cus y'all be tryna save hoes, but I digress).

How you get 'em....is how you'll lose 'em.

And while I'm on the topic...Ima need for all these cheating ass celebs to STOP texting, sexting, skype-ing, leaving voicemails, losing cellphones, cutting hoes hush money off, & doing all that other shit that gets them caught. What? You ain't learn from the last group of celeb cheaters not to do that shit?? Oh, I see. You thought the rules didn't apply to you cus you are [insert name of any given celebrity with a pompous, holier than thou attitude] and you make millions?? *rolls eyes* You got the game fucked up....like you wouldn't eventually get found out. Bless your ol' ig'nant heart.

Bald Envy

2011-09-12T18:17:00.004-04:00

I wish I had her courage. But then again...Nahhhhh. I love hair too much. Plus....I've got a big head. Like, my shit is massive. I wonder what color my scalp is....??

Suggestions

2011-09-12T17:29:00.002-04:00

Ok so i've got everything up & running. Now I just need to crank out some more videos. But....what look should I do next??

Bright colors?? Smokey??? Celebrity-inspired????? If so, leave a pic of the celeb who's makeup look you want me to recreate. =)

Leave your suggestions in the comments.

Diligence

2011-09-12T12:10:00.003-04:00

I don't know what has gotten into but usually Mondays are NOT my most productive days....but this Monday is different. I've been up revamping the blog, brainstorming about video ideas & concepts, setting up a Facebook fan site, networking AND marketing!! Wow. I am really amazing myself. I'm going hard with my brand. Mind you, I have been to sleep in almost 24 hours & I'm running off of 6 strawberries in my tummy that was washed down by a bottle of water. Damn.

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Video FAIL

2011-09-12T06:14:00.003-04:00

So I'm not even gonna tell you guys how these two tag videos I recorded on Thursday have literally drained all that is joyous & fanciful from my entire weekend. *sighs* Okay so I filmed these videos, uploaded them, & watched them and was like OMG this is really great stuff!! With a little bit of editing, these could be RisqueGlam Classics!! (Like, I'm even relevant or something.)

So I go and click on my handy dandy Windows Live Movie Maker icon & got to work. For about three hours each, I edited the shit outta these two videos. They were the best videos I have produced yet. What's the problem, you say?? Well these little joy-stealers will NOT save as a complete video file!! FML!!! They took absolutely tooooooo lonnnnngggggg to save & when they finally were finish & I viewed them....it would come to a point in the video where it BLACKS OUT!!! All audio, no video. I'm like, my precious work....gone to waste. *sad face; tear*

Now, I know the old saying, "There's always more than one way to skin a cat."

*Katt Williams voice* But this shit right here nigga...!!!

The shit would not save as a complete file. No matter what I did, I just would not do what I needed it to. It just simply refused. I'm like....borderline devastated. Those videos were pure magic. Now I have to re-record & hope I have a better editing experience. But to be honest....I think my Windows Live Movie Maker is screwed up. It has never given me problems before, so why is it starting now? I may need to take it to the Geek Squad or something, cus uh....this is really in the way.

Debut.

2011-07-31T20:25:00.002-04:00

*Approaches podium; slowly lifts head*

"Hi everybody. My name is Sunshine...."

(Everyone says)

"Hi Sunshine."

"....And I am a Beauty Addict." *Exhales*

Let me cut my shit. I'm so dramatic. Don't judge me lol. So hey everybody it's Sunshine and this is my new beauty blog. This is the encore to the YouTube videos. Consider this blog a courtesy because this is were I get to say all the things I couldn't say in m videos due to my time constraints. I always say this....I'm too outspoken not to be heard....so now you guys can read too. Lucky you! lol I'm just kidding you guys. =)

So yea, let's just hop right into it. In the past two weeks I've posted 3 new videos to YouTube. [Click here to go to my channel and check them out.] The first one being the video titled Lacefronts In the Summer. Okay so some people (I'm going to assume they are sense of humor-ly challenged) didn't like my video. I'm just gonna say they didn't like it because it went over their heads. I'll tell you now, you have got to have a sense of humor when you view my videos or read my blog because I'm funny on the low. I'm like a sarcastic kinda person. I say funny shit without even trying sometimes so do bring a sense of humor when you come to my channel or blog. I just say how I feel & ocassionally it happens to be funny. I just find lacefronts in sweltering heat to be quit stupid. Don't go getting all tight in the chest over my opinion. Just saying...

The other video I made is about my brand new Virgin Indian Remy hair I received from a vendor on AliExpress.com. I was so happy I finally received my hair. You guys don't know how much extensive YouTube research I did before I made a decision & ordered. For a chick that loves to look like a million bucks I really despise spending a lot of money. If there's a way to get it cheaper, you can bet I will discover that way. So yea, I did an initial reaction video on the hair. I'd post pics of the hair right now BUT.....my daughter has mislocated my camera AGAIN. I'm getting quit annoyed with her camera-hiding-2-year-old butt lol. She's stop me from cranking out my videos. I really don't like using my webcam for videos but it's all I've got for the moment and I'm so anxious to share things with guys so I use it anyway. See how much I love you guys already?? =)

And last but not least, the video I just posted a little while ago is a review video on some of the ELF Essentials products I had purchase a little while ago. I filmed this video last night and when I was finished, the video was over 30 minutes long. So yea, I edited the crap outta that video and divided it into two parts. Part 1 is up now. I'll post Part 2 in maybe a few days, once I'm finished editing it. I'm looking forward to doing more product reviews. I know when I shop online for cosmetics I do extensive review research & look up swatches of it but usually I don't find a lot of women of color doing reviews & swatches on certain products so I figured who better than me to fill that void?? =)

So I'm gonna cut this entry short (Short??...Ha!! This entry hasn't been short since my narrative at the beginning..but i digress) because there is some baked chicken in my oven calling my name & it'd be rude not to respond lol. Until next time dolls!!!