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Sunday, October 30, 2011

Goapele - Play (Official Music Video)


Love this song. Love this video. Love Goapele. The End.

Friday, October 28, 2011

Facebook Boy

So last month at around this time this boy sent me a Facebook message saying he thought I was pretty and to hit him up. Problem is, I was crying over Dreads at about this time and didn't check my inbox.
He is cute. I fear he is shorter than me, but he is brown with dreads, you know, my type!
Well, seeing that the message was a month old, I responded immediately, but no response. With my luck, within that month, he has gotten married.

Monday, October 24, 2011

Baby Hair

I was on the train today and saw a mother with her two daughters. All of them were young. The mother looked about 22, the daughter that could walk was about 4, and the youngest one was in a stroller.
Stroller Baby was the one that got my attention. She was an adorable bambina, but she looked VERY uncomfy and angry. I am guessing it was because her mom had stretched the cenimeter of hair on her head into a very tight, oily, microscopic braid. Her hair was pulled so tight that her poor little baby eyes were slanted up to her temples! I could hear her hair snapping at the roots!
I tried to get a picture, but I couldn't get close enough without looking creepy. Just pray that this young mother doesn't rape the child of the little bit of hair she has with her brain pressing hairstyles.

Nipped in the Bud

As I shared with you all recently, I met a guy (nicked Ice Tray) at the UPS Store and really liked him. So, I decided to call him at his job and ask him out on a date.
He said no.
Because he is married.
I am proud of myself for asking, but I am a bit concerned. I really, really hope that I have not developed a sweet tooth for married guys. True enough, I didn't know Ice Tray had a wife, and he didn't seem at all like Dreads. I just hope that I don't see this characteristic in guys and pounce on it, because I can't take Dreads situations for the rest of my life.
He had offered to make me this drink he makes, called "Drink for the house" and I was going to go pick it up last Wednesday. But I decided against it. What's the point of getting myself all familiar when he has a wife. Aren't you proud of me?

Friday, October 21, 2011

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Holla Back Jimmy

So, I found out this week that Jimmy is dead.
My new roommate Audra said that she saw a smashed cat in the street that matched his height and color and such.
I figured something was up. I had not seen him in weeks! He had not been sniffing around or anything. I was scared to mention it though, out of fear he would come back. I thought that maybe Connie might have sent him away to the kitty hospital to finally get fixed and get his shots.
But that wasn't the case. It is reported that Jimmy was recently seen as road kill.
The good news: no more random bites. The bad news: Audra said Connie said she wants another cat. Eyeroll. I am a true believer that the only good pets one could have would live in a bowl.
I got to work with Bedlam Accessories recently. Look at the CRAZY cool glasses they let me have! Now, if I can only find something, anything to wear them with.






I don't know if you know this about me, but I am hella afraid of diseases: specifically Herpes and HIV/AIDS. And this fear is crippling. I can't tell you just how crippling it is, because I don't want you to think I am crazy. But let's just say contracting these things is on my Top 5 Fears List.

I say that to say this: If I would have known that the event I went to the other night was at a gallary that was currently showing AIDS art from around the world, I probably would not have gone. However, the pieces were gripping. If the point was to inform...and scare...it totally did so.

Love Thy Self

So while I was in LA, I got the chance to meet with my friend LL, and we spoke at the hotel bar about how we don't have, and don't know any women that do have, high self esteem. After a brief comparison of stories, we have found that at one point we did have some, but it was sucked from us by a boy.
Confidence. Self Esteem. I can't say that I have much. I hope that it is something that you kid of ease into with age. Maybe ten years from now, I will be the queen of self love. But I can't see that for myself now I have found that the key for ladies my age, from what I have seen, is faking it until you make it: pretending you are the shit to get through the day and get what you need, and then going home and crying because your real hair is shoot or your boobs are saggy.
I know it sounds sounds sad, but for me, it sounds sadder than it really is. It is just the way it is, at least through my eyes. I just hope to get to a point where I don't need male reassurance and don't care that my but is flat.
I am not sure if any of you are going to be as excited as I am, but I just found out that Absolutely Fabulous, one of my fav British comedies, is on Youtube! I damn near cried last night, going through all the episodes. I love this show! I love the fashion and the jokes and the drugs and alcohol and everything about it! It used to come on Comedy Central when I was a kid, and I had not seen it since. So excited! I know, I'm a nerd.

Wifey Siting...Maybe

So Friday, when I was coming home from an event, I nearly screamed. I swear that I saw Mrs. Dreads waiting on the train.
My heart was racing, I had to take a deep breath. I couldn't be sure if it was her, for I haven't Facebook stalked her in a while. I just know that she and this lady had similar features.
It felt like this woman was avoiding me, but when you are waiting on the train, it is customary not to make eye contact with people.
It may not have been her because Dreads had a car, so I assume she has one too. Also, they live in Stone Mountain. I am not sure if the train goes all the way out there. And, she has eight kids and there were no kids with this lady. I can't imagine a woman with that many kids being able to go anywhere without one of them.
Whether it was her or not, it was still scary. Man, I hope to never put myself in this situation ever again. It's too much.
OK, so this week, I went to the opening of Derek J's ATL salon, The J Spot. You may know him The Real Housewives of Atlanta, where he did Kim's wigs. He's really nice and really, really, chic. You may also know him from his trademark heels.
I also got to meet Chanita Foster from Football Wives. The picture is bad, lol, I know. I took it on my phone.



Ice Tray

OK, so when I got back from LA I had hella packages that I had to mail back to Los Angeles. Why? Long, complicated story.
So I go to the UPS store and was greeted by the two dudes on staff. I don't know their names as of yet, but I have nicknamed Clean Cut and Ice Tray.
I had sooo much stuff to mail off that I was in there for over an hour. It was really a stressful mess. But they were like hella cool and really funny.
So OK, I kind of like Ice Tray. He's cute. He looks like he should have been in NWA.
I saw him on the bus the other day with his two kids. Ouch! I don't know how old they were, but they were old enough to read. The boy had a book. And the girl was old enough to talk.
I am not sure if kids are a no dealer. And I don't know if he is still with the children's mother. First things first- I want to ask him to go to the movies with me. I called the store yesterday and asked for "the guy in the hat", but he was off. I will call again today. Fingers crossed that I don't get rejected.
So, while I was in LA, my editor INSISTED that we go to this place called Tarte. I wasn't really excited about it...until I saw that they serve grits! And not just any grits- grits with bell peppers and bacon in them. YUMMY!

Monday, October 10, 2011

LA Swinging

I am so sorry that I have been neglectful guys. I have been spending the past few weeks putting together a photo shoot in LA for my job. And can I say, it went WONDERFULLY! I am a genius:)Other than working, I got to see my some of my LA homies like Dorothy, Lauren, and LL. I also spent a large amount of time in the rental car with my editor lost in downtown.
Other than that, LA was just as I remembered it: warm, fashionable, and ridiculous. Everyone was super thin and super superficial. As a fat, down-to-Earth girl, I have to say, I was shocked, as always, at how at home I felt in there. Being surrounded by palm trees and the scent of Marijuana seemed to be the pick-me-up I needed:)