The Fantastically Demonic World of Nila N. Brown

Hello my Lovelies! It's your Cheetah Diva here with the what's happening in her life and why am I not married to Idris Elba yet. A few weeks or a month ago, I wrote a blog entitled, "WE'RE BITCHES! The Odd Ratchetness of Black Women in the Workplace." It was about the lack of trust that we have with each other in the work place and my desire to see us more unified. One of the things that I suggested was for sistas to get together and have a lunch; have a relaxing afternoon and just enjoy one another. Well, I don't like to talk about it; I'm all about "be about it." I was leery of the idea (because, you know...some situations are just too ratchet for words), but at the end of the day, I can't say I'm "be about it" if I don't. I decided to throw caution to the wind and host a luncheon with the black women - my treat. It's not like I'm a balla, shot caller, but I can shave off a few bucks to invite the w

(Disclaimer: The views expressed by Nila N. Brown of incidents of alleged bad behavior by fan fiction readers/writers and of other sites are solely the written and expressed opinions of true incidents experienced by said Cheetah Diva and neither she nor Blogger are responsible for any butthurtness. fuckery and/or bitching/moanings/groanings/complainings/whinings that has/will/prolly occur/occurred because of/in place of said incidences to the best of her memories. The names and places have been changed to protect the ratchet and/or alleged trolls/autotune loving "singers" and any/all aforementioned individual places/times/people/scumbuckets) Hello my Lovelies! It’s ya Cheetah-loving Diva from the 770 checking in after a stupid-crazy amount of editing. I’m just about done editing the second book in the “Kurai Utopia” series and I already have some ideas for a new, sexy adult series that has been rolling around in my noggin. It’ll be a happy day for me to finally