Holly Hearts J. Cole

I really haven't had a celebrity crush since Ginuwine when I was a kid, but I have a HUGE one right now on J. Cole.
After listening to his new album Born Sinner, I feel like we are just on the same page, and if he knew me, like really knew me, he would marry me or something. It's crazy!
He said in his song "Villuminati" that he is looking for his Topanga. I have always said that I am the Kimmy Gibbler of the dating world. I don't know how this connects, but I feel that two people that would say things this lame belong together!
Question: is Jay-Z like his dad from a previous relationship or something? Is Jay old enough to have a kid as old as Cole? It doesn't matter.
The point is that I am in love! I'm in love with J. Cole!

This is my kid brother Anthony. He refuses to shave or get a hair cut. He says it's not time yet, but can't tell me when it will be time. I don't get it. He looks like a little gentleman with his hair cut, but he doesn't care. I told him that he looks like Wolverine in the '70s. He thinks that's cool. The picture doesn't capture his pork chop side burns but I assure you they are there. Oh Anthony, lol. Sidebar: peep my grandma in the background. We went to visit her for her birthday and she flat out went to sleep on us, lol. Oh grams:)

THAT GUY | Real Hoes & Housewives | 09 Season Finale

The season finale of That Guy!

M.I.A. - "Bring The Noize" (Official Video)

IT'S SATURDAY!

The Cover Release Party

 

Last night was the Sheen Magazine Cover Release Party at It's Poppin' Atlanta. Pic 1: me and Sammy. Pic 2: Me and Kiwi.

I have a strong desire to feel. Someone come feel with me.

Vehicular Homicide

Yesterday my friend Vanity came over and had dinner with me- a good old Southern poor people meal of black-eyed peas and rice.
The last time she came over, she told me that our mutual friend Charnae was working at a prison. This visit, she clarified that she is not working at the jail...SHE IS IN PRISON!
Charnae was one of my bestest friends in the whole wide world when we were tweens and teens. You couldn't ask for a better friend than Charnae. We used to spend our weekends taking the train to different malls across the city. Aw, good times.
My last visit with Charnae was at my 23rd birthday party at Hooter's. Afterwards she came with me and my college friends to the Apache Café and I realized on the way there that she had become a bit of a wild child. Her boyfriend came to pick her up from the Café and I was not pleased. He was a grease ball with one of those cars that has lights that glow underneath it. No bueno.
Since then, according to Vanity, she had been working and dating until one day, she was driving home drunk, and killed her friend who was a passenger in the car.
Now she is doing five years. The prison website was a little confusion. She is either doing five years or its five years before she is up for parole.
The whole thing made the hairs rise on my arms not only because I was very close to her at one time, but because something similar happened to me!
About two years ago, a friend and I were coming home from the club and she was driving me home. She had been drinking which became apparent when she ran over a median. She could have killed me! I could have killed us both by letting her drive impaired with no objection.
I am sad that my friend is in jail. She is a girly girly who likes to dress cute and get her hair done. She likes dates and going to the mall and eating hot wings, lol. I am feeling some type of way about this. I think I will write her a letter today.

#notpleased

I have another mole coming...right in the middle of my left cheek!
This is not good.
All the women in my family are moley, so I don't know why I am so devastated and surprised. Maybe it is because I was spared for so long.
But I am not happy about this at all. I need to get rich, quick, so I can have these dots blasted off my face before they get huge.

Arrested Development Season 4- A review

I typically do not do reviews on my blog. I try to keep it as journal-like as possible. But I just had to review this.
I did not watch Arrested Development when it was on the air. Clearly, I should have, because the first three seasons I got to see on Netflix were literally side-splittingly hilarious!
Then came the new season that everyone could not stop talking about. I watched it in a day and a half.
Yikes.
First off, I did not recognize Portia de Rossi. Season 4 Rossi is just as beautiful as always, but she looks...different. Oddly, she looks more like herself towards the end of the season, but she looked so much unlike herself in the first episode that, not doing any research before watching, I thought she couldn't make it back for the season so they called a model to stand in as her and just used her real voice for the show.
Could they really not make a happier ending for Maeby?
In the first three seasons I found Tobias funny. In this season, watching him and his junky girlfriend trying to make it as actors made me...angry!
Gob...yikes. The only party of his storyline that didn't make me sad was that "Get Away Getaway" song. However, I did get a kick out of seeing him suck his nephew's finger at the gay club. Niiccee!
Lucille and Buster did not disappoint.
Poor George Michael. It's been five years! They couldn't have given him just a teaspoon more swag then he had as a teen?
And Michael...yikes. How the mighty have fallen. His spiral into nowhere was nearly painful to watch.
As for the dad, I can't deal with him having a twin anymore. One of them needs to die off.
Here's the thing: I feel like the point of this season is that the Bluth's are nothing without each other. But I feel like they could have shown us that in the first four episodes, then put them back together so we could get back to the business of saving the business! All the switch around storylines made me dizzy!
With all this being said, I am still looking forward to the next season if there is going to be one. I like The Bluth's, and I want to see them make it. Hopefully they would have shrunk Buster's hand by then. It was creepy.

Self Affirmations

About two years ago, a woman that I volunteered with told me about how she does self affirmations. Apparently, she would wake up in the morning, look in the mirror, and tell herself that she was pretty and successful and a good person and all of those good things. This was shocking to me because she was so pretty and so successful, for real, that I didn't understand why she felt she had to talk herself into believing it. She told me she had been doing it since college and at 30, she was just beginning to like herself.
This gave me chills, but I was not moved enough by her story to try it myself.
Now, as I am almost 30, I have decided to try this myself.
I over think my life and as you all know, I am consistently filled with anxiety about myself and my life. With that being said, I am hoping that these affirmations will instill a stronger faith in myself and give me a few moments of calm in my hectic, stressful life.
For some reason, I find that I am nervous, but I think I know what I am going to tell myself:
I am beautiful. I am healthy. I am smart. I am capably. I am wealthy. I am calm.
LOL, as you see, some of my aspirations are a bit futuristic, but I don't think that this is against the rules.
I will let you know how this goes, fingers crossed.

Lauren is always saying that I am late on things. This is true. Taji has confirmed that I am very late on this. I have just discovered Toro Y Moi on Spotify and I am in love. I have been listening to Anything In Return on repeat since I found it. I. Am. I. Love. The music puts me in a creative space.

The ATLien

The day of the exhibit I kid you not I woke up with a desire to listen to Outkast. Of course, I listened to ATLiens. If you are not an Outkast fan, just know that it is an awesome album.
Then, when I got to the exhibit, the DJ opened by playing  SpottieOttieDopalicious. Again, if you are not a fan, look it up.
While listening to this song, I looked over and saw a man that I could only describe as an ATLien.
He was tall and dark and skinny with chin hair rocking some Hip Hop brand and he was rapping along to the song. He made me smile.
Then, later, I asked him to help me and a friend interpret a mural type piece that Brantley had done. Sadly, the piece was so huge I couldn't get a good pic of it, but it was breathtaking. He looked at it and said, "See at the bottom where he put Dilla, Dilla, Dilla, Dilla is not my name. Dilla wasn't his name. It was James Dewitt Yancey."
Google it, I had to, lol.
Even though I wasn't sure what he was talking about, my heart danced a little.
I should have asked him for his number.

Pooh Beau...Booo...

So, I had an amazing date with a guy that never called back so I guess I have to move on...even if I do call him still everyday.
There is a man that rides that bus with me that I thought was really cute and sweet. We had our first real convo yesterday and I have to say, I was disappointed.
For one, he was hella grabby, trying to touch my hips and thighs.
Then, when we got on the bus, he showed me how he likes those little movie clips with sayings that people post on Instagram. The first couple were funny, and then the next few he showed me were hella sexually explicit and uncomfortable.
Disappointed, I ended our convo for a sec to collect myself. Taking a deep breath, I turned back to him to try it again and got an eyeful of a vagina that he was looking at on Instagram! It got uncomfortable very quickly. He tried to swipe the pic away, but you know smart phones. It wasn't moving for some reason. Then he began to fumble it in his hands. All I could do was give him the Charlie Brown "I got a rock" look. It was so sad.
I mean, I had nicknamed him Pooh because he is chubby and warm and all snuggly looking. He rubbed me as a cold pizza and Cosby Show type of guy. Not Instagram jay-jay dude. But I'm sure if you checked my internet history, you wouldn't think I looked like a bondage porn type of girl.
What are you gonna do?

Hello Atlanta!

This was the view of Atlanta from the room at The Loews Hotel where Hebru Brantley's exhibit took place. Ah, forever I love Atlanta.

The Hebru Brantley Penny Candy Exhibit

I'd never heard of Hebru Brantley before I went to his Penny Candy Exhibit here in Atlanta yesterday night. I truly enjoyed it. It was so refreshing to see Black Art that was conscious and thoughtful and beautiful and not super sexualized. I am not at all the art connoisseur- I can not look at a piece and tell you with confidence exactly what I thought the artist was thinking or trying to convey. But his images of Black women as a mammy and as damaged and then as a superhero stroked something inside of me. It made me feel some kind of way. Not angry. Not excited. I can't explain it. Is that what the artsy fartsies describe as art "speaking to you"? Lol. Regardless, I thought that his exhibit was amazing. Check more out about this awesome (and sexy) artist at http://hebrubrantley.com/.

Gwen Bunn - Turn The Lights Out

I like this song:)