Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Esthero - That Girl
I am in love with Eshero, and none of my friends will share my love,
so I will just love her alone. Not a problem. It's cool Esthero, I don't
belong here either.
Xavien's Loft
Guys, the dude who threw the cookout that I went to today, Xavien, had the cleanest MANpartment I have ever been in! I felt like I was in a hotel! It didn't even look lived in! I am so used to guys being gross, this was shocking.Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon duel scene
I love martial arts. I fantasize about scenes like this set to rap music,
lol!
The Pool Party/ Cook Out
My fat foot enjoying the cool water, ahhhh
Kelly and TT
Me, Kelly, and TT at the cook out:)Monday, May 30, 2011
Holly and Tasia Do Pac Div and NERD
After being turned away from the VIP area where we were hoping to get free drinks, we pretended to be Pharell groupies to get backstage and hit up the caterers. They made us yummy to-go boxes of those cute little mini burgers, steak on a stick, and fried shrimp. We then took this hot pic on the backdrop for the event.
Not too many people are familiar with the California rap group Pac Div, but I LOVE them and I am IN LOVE with this particular memeber. I have to be honest, I have no idea what his name is. However, I do think he has the best flows, and he is hella hot. LOL, look at how geeked I look to be taking the pic!
I have no idea why Asian dude from NERD put this bottle of Gatorade over his eye. No. Idea. It matters not. I am just happy that I got a pic. Thursday, May 19, 2011
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Me and Soledad
I got to meet Soledad O'brien at the Spelman Women of Color Conference. She was really sweet, and liked my necklace, lol.Holly the Scholar...Snob?
Last week, I had a great time at this women's conference at Spelman College. I had conversations with women about the effects of Coca-Cola setting up shop in Africa, and the role of the historically Black college/university. Not only did I get to network, but I got to have meaningful conversations, which have been on the decline in my life since I graduated college.
So recently, I had a conversation with a friend. She was talking about how she loved fashion. I explained to her that I did too, and that I have become very excited about the fair trade opportunities that have made it possible for women in tribal Africa to make clothes to sell worldwide in order to better financially sustain their communities. As I transitioned into a quote from Diane Von Furstenburg about how fashion was an outlet that helped her to become the woman she wanted to be, hoping to transition it to how I hoped African fair trade would help African woman be able to make independent choices on education and marriage, I look at my friend and she is looking at me confused and annoyed, like 'What are you talking about?'
This is not the first time that a friend outside of my college circle has looked at me like this. Admittedly, I do get excited about world issues, but am I a snob? I mean, who would want to talk to someone who talks about things you have never heard of? Does this make me hard to talk to an unapproachable? I don't want to be seen as a know it all, but at times, I do catch myself frowning at women buying clothes at the mall. I mean really, how could they support outsourcing and sweat shop labor?
So recently, I had a conversation with a friend. She was talking about how she loved fashion. I explained to her that I did too, and that I have become very excited about the fair trade opportunities that have made it possible for women in tribal Africa to make clothes to sell worldwide in order to better financially sustain their communities. As I transitioned into a quote from Diane Von Furstenburg about how fashion was an outlet that helped her to become the woman she wanted to be, hoping to transition it to how I hoped African fair trade would help African woman be able to make independent choices on education and marriage, I look at my friend and she is looking at me confused and annoyed, like 'What are you talking about?'
This is not the first time that a friend outside of my college circle has looked at me like this. Admittedly, I do get excited about world issues, but am I a snob? I mean, who would want to talk to someone who talks about things you have never heard of? Does this make me hard to talk to an unapproachable? I don't want to be seen as a know it all, but at times, I do catch myself frowning at women buying clothes at the mall. I mean really, how could they support outsourcing and sweat shop labor?
Monday, May 9, 2011
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Fresh Chicken
So yesterday while I was in 5 Points, I went to Popeye's. Let me tell you, the Popeye's in 5 Points is GROSS! It is the only Popeye's I have ever been to that has an on-guard security guy.
I get to the counter and I ask the cashier, who looks like she HATES her job, when they will be frying more chicken. There is only like two thighs and a wing left. She said they won't be, because they are about to close. Disappointed, I look at my coupons. As I do so, the manager makes this quick move and all of a sudden there is chicken on the rack.
"Ask her if she wants a breast," she orders the cashier.
I ask, "Where did that chicken come from?"
Manager: "This box." She points to a ragedy open chicken box.
I ask the cashier, "Where did that chicken come from?"
She shrugs. "That box."
"Ma'am this is fresh chicken," blurts the manager. Yeah...try pulling that on someone that did not work at Popeye's in high school.
The cashier is looking at me like she wants to laugh, and this other random employee is giving me a look that says, "Order that shit if you want to."
So the fry cook looks at the rack, you know, the man who is responsible for cooking the chicken, and he is like, "Where did that chicken come from?"
And the manager just says plainly, "Fresh chicken out this box."
He looks confused.
I order the strips, because they look safe, and a biscuit. Love that chicken from Popeye's!
I get to the counter and I ask the cashier, who looks like she HATES her job, when they will be frying more chicken. There is only like two thighs and a wing left. She said they won't be, because they are about to close. Disappointed, I look at my coupons. As I do so, the manager makes this quick move and all of a sudden there is chicken on the rack.
"Ask her if she wants a breast," she orders the cashier.
I ask, "Where did that chicken come from?"
Manager: "This box." She points to a ragedy open chicken box.
I ask the cashier, "Where did that chicken come from?"
She shrugs. "That box."
"Ma'am this is fresh chicken," blurts the manager. Yeah...try pulling that on someone that did not work at Popeye's in high school.
The cashier is looking at me like she wants to laugh, and this other random employee is giving me a look that says, "Order that shit if you want to."
So the fry cook looks at the rack, you know, the man who is responsible for cooking the chicken, and he is like, "Where did that chicken come from?"
And the manager just says plainly, "Fresh chicken out this box."
He looks confused.
I order the strips, because they look safe, and a biscuit. Love that chicken from Popeye's!
Holly and the Interesting Day
Ah, just another day in Hotlanta yesterday.
As I exited the King Memorial train station, a white dude approaches me and asks me if I want to see something cool. Convinced he is about to flash me, I nay the offer. He then proceeds to pull a clear ball out of his hand and begins to juggle it on his fingertips. No thanks.
I walk about 5 feet and I am then approached by an old lady who is leaving a very ritzy apartment complex to my left. She stops to tell me that she went to their rental office to see if they had apartments that they can rent out based on your income. They told her no, that the rent was $850 a month plus utilities. I could have told her that! They were lofts! She was thinking maybe that this might not have been the case, because the apartments now stand where Grady Homes, one of Atlanta's most renowned projects, used to stand. We then begin to have a conversation about race relations. I was drawn to her four front teeth, which were HEAVILY plaqued and yellow. She dropped a gem on me: "White folks is tryin' to send back all dem Mexicans back to Mexico because they don't have that green thing. I don't agree. They should leave them here so they can build houses for us Black folks." After that, she told me to pray that she gets approved for section 8.
On the way home, my ears were abused by the homophobic, anti-woman rantings of a man talking on his cell phone. According to his story, which I could not help but hear, he was mad because he, being a big dumbass, wanted to have drinks after work and went to this local bar. But he said everyone in there was gay. I am guessing he didn't see the huge rainbow flag draped across the door. He then went on and on about how gays are taking over the city, and how he whooped his son's ass for wanting a pair of skinny jeans. He then branched off into more ignorance, talking about how his girlfriend gives him full range on raising her kids, because women can not raise a male. I look to my left and of course, there is a single mother with her son by her side silently fuming.
So we get on the train and someone farts. He feels the need to go on and on about the fart, which told me he did it. I mean come on, you smelt it, you dealt it.
Yes, just another day in the A.
As I exited the King Memorial train station, a white dude approaches me and asks me if I want to see something cool. Convinced he is about to flash me, I nay the offer. He then proceeds to pull a clear ball out of his hand and begins to juggle it on his fingertips. No thanks.
I walk about 5 feet and I am then approached by an old lady who is leaving a very ritzy apartment complex to my left. She stops to tell me that she went to their rental office to see if they had apartments that they can rent out based on your income. They told her no, that the rent was $850 a month plus utilities. I could have told her that! They were lofts! She was thinking maybe that this might not have been the case, because the apartments now stand where Grady Homes, one of Atlanta's most renowned projects, used to stand. We then begin to have a conversation about race relations. I was drawn to her four front teeth, which were HEAVILY plaqued and yellow. She dropped a gem on me: "White folks is tryin' to send back all dem Mexicans back to Mexico because they don't have that green thing. I don't agree. They should leave them here so they can build houses for us Black folks." After that, she told me to pray that she gets approved for section 8.
On the way home, my ears were abused by the homophobic, anti-woman rantings of a man talking on his cell phone. According to his story, which I could not help but hear, he was mad because he, being a big dumbass, wanted to have drinks after work and went to this local bar. But he said everyone in there was gay. I am guessing he didn't see the huge rainbow flag draped across the door. He then went on and on about how gays are taking over the city, and how he whooped his son's ass for wanting a pair of skinny jeans. He then branched off into more ignorance, talking about how his girlfriend gives him full range on raising her kids, because women can not raise a male. I look to my left and of course, there is a single mother with her son by her side silently fuming.
So we get on the train and someone farts. He feels the need to go on and on about the fart, which told me he did it. I mean come on, you smelt it, you dealt it.
Yes, just another day in the A.
Cinco Solo
So this past Cinco de Mayo I totally wanted to go out with my girls and have tacos, but everyone totally had plans. But I did not want to miss out on the $3 burrito special at my neighborhood Moes, so I went by myself.
I felt like a total loser, but it was good to be around people engaging in burrito goodness. Then,last night, Connie made me a glass of strawberry margarita which knocked me out like a light. I went to sleep with my earphones on which were hooked up to my computer, blasting dialogue from the L Word.
I am determined to have a good Cinco de Mayo next year! No more lonesome burritos in my future.
I felt like a total loser, but it was good to be around people engaging in burrito goodness. Then,last night, Connie made me a glass of strawberry margarita which knocked me out like a light. I went to sleep with my earphones on which were hooked up to my computer, blasting dialogue from the L Word.
I am determined to have a good Cinco de Mayo next year! No more lonesome burritos in my future.
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