The awesome Nikka Shae of OhNikka.com hosted a night of fitness and pampering at Buckhead's new Roc House Fitness. There were complimentary aerobics classes but I opted for the free mani and hand massage. See more pics in the Outs and Abouts section.

The Internet - Dontcha

I woke up this morning, my cramping was minor, the sun was shining,
and I found a song on Youtube by The Internet that I hadn't heard yet.
This will be a good day:)

I got to interview Angela Burt-Murray yesterday, which is the dream of every little Black girl journalist. For those of you who don't know, she is the former Editor-In-Chief of Essence Magazine. She is now the co-founder of CocoaFab.com. She told me all about the website and the documentaries they are doing and how she is enjoying her move to Atlanta. And then, after the interview, she actually talked to me about movies and stuff. WHAT? It was too cool;)

Frenimies

It is 3:50am and I am up doing work that I have fallen behind on when I am dead tired.
Why you may be asking?
Because nothing gives you drive to get it together like the realization that a frenimy may about to surpass you professionally.
I simply can not let this happen.
This is surprising to me even because I do not consider myself a very competitive person. If you are better than me or get something that I wanted, I just assume it was meant for you to have and not for me; that God has something else coming for me.
Not in this case.
This frenimy can not bypass me or I swear to God, things could get...maniacal.
Man I am tired but sadly, you can't win the rat race sleeping.

 

So yesterday I did a panel with the girls I volunteer with about sex and relationships. They had tons of questions about why boys act like they don't know you when they are around their friends and who should pay on a date. I got the feeling that the guys lied on a couple of questions, like have you ever lied to a partner about your sexual history and how old were you when you first started having sex, but all in all, it was fun and honest. 

Tortilla told me what I suspected: When my friends don't hear from me for long periods of time, they assume that I died. Yikes.

Today P told me, "You have to make a decision to be happy."
I agree with him, but I don't where to start. I have never known where to start, not for the long time. I identify this as the reason why my happiness is always temporary and fleeting.
Thus begins the journey.

New Pics! New Pics!

Innocent Face

Soft Fierceness

Working the Pole

 

I am so excited about my new pictures, taken at Atlantic Station in Downtown Atlanta. I was really worried that there weren't going to be many good shots, seeing that Atlantic Station shut down our shoot because we didn't have a permit. But it came out really well!

Photographer: Amelia Jackson

Hair and Makeup: Felisha Alexander

Algebra Blesset

I got to interview Algebra Blesset on Monday. I have always liked her as an artist, but I had no idea she was from here, has been in plays, and writes her own music. She is hella down to earth and aware and trendy. You can't see it here, but she was wearing earrings that were made out of bottle caps wrapped in African cloth.

I think I am going to get my hair done more often. I don't like getting my hair done. I especially didn't like having rollers in my hair for the first time since I was about 7, but the end result was awesome. Felisha did a great job, my hair had never felt so fluffy!

29

I turn 29 in December.
I mentioned this to my aunt and she said, "Man, you are getting old. You need to get it together."
And that was my nice aunt.
But she is right. I have had this blog for five years and little has changed in my life since I was an intern. I would argue that my life has gotten worst.
KT told me that 29 is a big year. I would agree. If I am still a nobody at 30 I don't have a chance. I might as well pack it up and do something I would hate so I can pay off my bills, like being a teacher or something.
I am happy to be facing another year alive, but really, I am going to spend my 29 in a rented hotel room, hiding under my college blanket, listening to cable and eating chips.

Earth Wind & Fire featuring Raphael Saadiq - Show Me The Way

I had such a steamy sex dream with Rafael Saadiq in it last night that
when I woke up, I thought he was here, lol! In the dream, we slow danced
in front of my friends and went to an empty UPS store to buy a calendar
and to get it on. Then a zombie popped out of the closet and I to handle it
before it bit my finger. I know, sexy right? Also, no more Walking Dead
for me.

 Felisha and her son Trent

Me in curlers

 

So Felisha came over today to do my hair. I wanted it done to get my picture taken tomorrow. I have to say, I am not the best hair client and I have not gotten my hair professionally done in ages. Now I see it is because I can't sit still and because I don't know how to behave with rollers in my hair. I kind of want to just rip them out. On top of that, she dissed my eyebrows and said she is going to arch them. She doesn't know that that is not going to happen.

A Christmas Blessing

Behind the scenes on the set

Me and the movie's leading man, Omari Hardwick

The press for the day: Katie Fuch, Rita Davis, Ray Cornelius and Kiwi the Beauty.  

A Christmas Blessing, A Russ Parr film for TV One, was shooting in my hometown! I got to go to the set and see the filming. Movies are definitely easier to watch than they are to make. The cast and staff were very warm, and I got to hang around and do interviews. Maybe East Point will become the next film Mecca. I we shall see;)

Sometimes I wish I didn't have feelings. Imagine how gangsta I would be. I'd be a corporate killer!

Girls Night

At times it is hard for me to remember that I have homies that love me. Tasia came over tonight with pizza, alcohol, and radio speakers to remind me. We watched Netflix and surfed people we went to high school with on Facebook. I can't think of a better girls night! Never have I been so happy to have good friends and empty Bud Light Lime-A-Rita cans in my room.

Lonely, I went on Craigslist tonight, looking for love, and found this:
Good God
Can someone please explain to me how the term BBW became a catch phrase for every gross super overweight woman in the world? It's big BEAUTIFUL woman, not huge ugly-stick beat down ho.
Come on
When did curvy come to mean I weigh 300 pounds? Really?
There are good looking chubby women. You can be a size 14 and not be scary! And a fat girl will be quick to point out that size 12 is the new average in the good old deep fried US of A. Beyond that, I am sorry but you are FAT. At least embrace it for the love of burger king.
But apparently not on CL On CL you have to be a pork eating 78 triple J to qualify.
so so sad, takes all of the fun of reading these ads.

I guess I will just watch The Golden Girls.

Can You Pay My Bills?

The rent is due yet again!
It feels like just yesterday my roommate handed me our rent receipt for last month. Now, again, it's time to pay the piper.
My internet may be turned off tomorrow.
My phone is off now.
ALL my bills are due.
I have a question: why did I go to college? Why do I have a degree? I am so tired of being broke all the time! I wish that I was just wasteful with my money, but that is not the case. There is always someone or something I have to pay.
I should have gone to college looking for a man to financially support me, but instead, I wanted to learn. WHAT A MISTAKE! I am taking applications. I am tired of being bummed. This independent woman thing is just something that Ne-yo and Beyoncé sold us and newsflash guys: it's damaged goods. Bey was already rich!
After I pay my bills, I have enough money left to wipe my tears. I am so ready for a capable man to come in an clean up this financial mess and support me like society has trained him to do.
He can be old, ugly, gross, young, hot, sexy, stupid, whatever: I am over being financially stressed all the time. I want to know what date it is just because I know, not because I need to know in relation to when a bill is due.
Okay, that is all.

Bloglovin'

Hey, go to the upper right hand corner of my page. I'm on Bloglovin'! Late I know, but follow me. Please and thank you:)

Breaking Bad is on Netflix. I don't like starting a show and then stopping it. It throws me off. But it was giving me nightmares, lol. Hints of blue meth were popping up in all of my dreams. Today, during a nap, I had a dream that my paycheck was stolen by a man that wanted me to meet him in an apartment complex bathroom. I did, and then he forced me into his van with a baby and took me to a Los Pollos Hermanos where he made prostitutes in another van have sex with him before getting in a line to be shot up with meth with the same needle. Not your usual daytime dream right? Again, I think I am going to have to cool it on Mr. White and the gang for now.

Hitched

Brownie got married.
I know this because I saw the pictures on is wife's Facebook page.
The question still remains: do you ever get accustomed to being friend dumped? I say no. I think I would have gotten over a breakup with someone I actually dated quicker than I am getting over this.
P says that I am emotional. I have to agree. I think of that comment in so many situations that it has to be true. In regards to this, I guess I am just being emotional again.

Breast Cancer

One of my biggest fears in the world is being diagnosed with Breast Cancer. So you can imagine how uncomfortable I am EVERY October, seeing that it is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. Everywhere is pink this and pink that, and I know that we have to get the word out to save lives, but all I feel is fear.
For the past four days my Facebook feed has been full of how-to breast check tips and testimonials from survivors. Seeing this gives me chills. I know that I need to do a self check, but I am pretty much afraid of my own boobs.
People survive Breast Cancer but I wouldn't. I am not a fighter and I am broke with no insurance. The end result would be me bleeding death after trying to remove my own boob at home. These are the grim thoughts I have when I see anything pink or Breast Cancer related.
A few months ago, I went to Planned Parenthood and they gave me a breast check on the slick. They said I had healthy breast tissue, but now my boobs hurt. And all I can think of is me dying just shy of my 29th birthday from stage four cancer. Yes I know, I have to go to the doctor again this month. I can't think of anything else I rather NOT do.
So, that was your dose of grim for the day. Anyone know any funny jokes?

Rihanna - Pour It Up (Explicit)

Yikes.

I had a good hair day yesterday. You wouldn't know it to see me this morning.