Author: Mitzi

Wow, I just read the most random and utterly depressing news- Waterford Wedgewood has filed for bankruptcy. Good god, that company has set the standard in fine chine and crystal wares for like forever. And just like that it’s a wrap. Dayum…

I swear, at the rate things are going everybody’s wedding registry will request paper plates, plastic forks and those big red solo cups. Yeah, I said it.

In general, I find Monday mornings can be difficult. But the first Monday after the end of the year holidays is absolutely the worst! It’s like there’s all this pressure to get your life started on the right track ASAP or you risk being a total failure for the rest of the year. It’s crazy, right?

Luckily for my mazy butt, over the break, I was slacking on the posting game, so I have lots of old polls to discuss. Mmm-hmm, bet you thought I forgot about the whole “are you still down for a one night stand” question that I asked a trillion moons ago. Not so fast you sluts! LOLOL.
Actually the phrase sluts might be a bit of an exaggeration. Turns out that only 31% of you guys are still down for the one-time anonymous jump-off. Guess all that spontaneity went the way of that morning after STD tests for the remaining 69% huh?
But I have to say, I’m not surprised. I don’t care how “safe” you think you’re being if you’re having intimate relations-at least if they’re any good-there’s gonna be some sort of body fluid contact. What if god forbid you’re that random 1% that gets knocked up or worse… Remember the oozing sores and cauliflower penises from those awful health class STD films? So nasty.
I admit, it probably seems like I suffer from a bit paranoid but shoot, if a Black man can become President anything can happen. Elsa’s daughter did not make it this many years to turn around and become the senseless Maury statistic… period.
And seriously, you know that no matter how much you might intend for it to remain a one-night stand- with all the advances in modern day technology can’t nobody truly disappear nowadays. Knowing my crazy dating karma, I’d finally meet someone worth talking about and get caught out for screwing one of his homeboys two years ago on a girl’s getaway weekend to Puerto Rico when he posts pictures of us up on Facebook?? Talking about, my homeboy from third grade said that he knows you… Uh-uh, no puedo.

In case I haven’t gotten around to speaking to you personally, HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! My 2009 bring you and yours continued health, happiness and prosperity! (And yes, there was silly string at the NYE party!)

And in the spirit of the new year here the single resolution that I hope we will ALL keep:
NO more belly-aching or complaining.
If a Black man named freaking Barack Obama could figure out how to get elected to the Presidential office of this crazy ass country then there is NO EXCUSES for why WE all can’t succeed at whatever our hearts desire.

LET’S GET IT POPPIN’ PEOPLE!!

Anyhoo, as usual, in the last 48 hours of the year I am running around trying to do all the things that should’ve been accomplished in the past 363 days. I’m trying to make returns, drop-offs at the Goodwill, find a new desk, clean the apartment from top to bottom, workout and of course, find the perfect dress for New Year’s Eve.

Which is exactly why instead of peacefully enjoying my “stay-cation” inside my apartment, I was out in the streets and visually assaulted at every turn with what I consider the biggest fashion offense of the year- rib-cage length cropped winter coats and sweater (a.k.a. the reinvented shrug). Yeah I said it. That bullshit needs to GO.

Seriously, what the hell is the purpose of this half assed cover-up? Especially when it’s your winter coat?? Just so I’m clear- you’ve got the long sleeves and and hood with the fur but not the actual coat part? Call me anal but doesn’t that defeat the purpose of the coat concept? Wait, lemme guess, only your boobs get cold in the winter?
I can’t.
And for the record, at five feet flat, I’m a huge fan of the standard waist-length cropped coats/ jackets/ sweaters/whatever. But NO ONE looks good in those Forever 21/ 5-7-9/ Marshalls bargain bin specials.

I don’t care if you’re not “fat” or eventechnically “chubby”- if you ain’t anerexic or rocking the certified six-pack, your stomach will poke out from under that mess. It will jiggle when you walk. It is sloppy and yes, you do look a hot ass mess.

Let the prayer circles commence, I’m tagging out.

God bless her heart, over the past eight years, Condoleezza Rice has never ceased to amaze. Talk about the forreal, forreal bottom chick, she holds dumbass W. DOWN!

Her ability to consistently turn a blind-eye to the atrocities of the current Bush administration are damn near unrivaled: Ridiculous tax breaks for the wealthy? Yup. Multiple cases of genocides around the world? Forget it. Spy on US citizens and torture prisoners for fun? Let’s do it. Invade a bunch of countries for kicks? I wanna jump out the plane after you. Sit back and watch thousands of Americans die in New Orleans? I’ll be in Sergio Rossi picking up those red pumps you like to see me in.

I mean, even poor Colonel Powell had to cry mercy, blame his wife and bail the hell out of the shit show.

But not Condoleezza. No maam. Ms. Rice is absolutely determined to take it to the finish line talking about “experts criticizing Bush “aren’t very good historians” and “people will soon thank George Bush for what he’s done.” Really Condi??? So this is how you want to go down in history? Sigh.

I swear, they don’t make ‘em like this anymore…

So we can all agree that there’s very little more annoying than the people who think its okay to make noise in the theater during a movie. With zero shame, I have shushed (is that even a word?) the shit out of more than one uruly gaggle of teens. For the record, I never thought twice about tossing a snotty comment or two about the obvious lack of home training in the direction of the noisemakers. And if its really, really bad (cause sometimes it’s like that uptown) I’m quick to send my date to snag the manager and have those fools tossed the hell out.

So as you can see, I am very protective of my little $10.50 investment. But there is, as Elsa likes to say, a limit to the stupidity. And for the record, it is not acceptable, I repeat NOT ACCEPTABLE- to SHOOT people over a damn movie.

No sir James Joseph Cialella, contrary to popular news reports Philly is not the wild, wild, West. There will be no popping off at folks just because you can’t hear what Rosario Dawson whispered to Will Smith at that crucial moment in the opening scene. Do you hear me? You’d better pull it together white boy!

I’m not the bigest movie goer. Call me cheap but there’s something about paying damn near $12 to watcha movie that I preview for free through some random hook-up (’cause there’s always a hook-up) or worse case scenerio, wait four months and get for like $1.75 through my NETFLIX membership. To make matters worse, there haven’t really been any recent releases in I don’t know, oh the past five YEARS that’s seemed worth half the effort of picking a theater, selecting a showtime, coordinating with friends and busting my ass in enough time to get a good seat. Bottom line? That $12 could just as easily go towards a much needed manicure at the Chinese spot up the block.

But I have to say, this Christmas, I’m actually excited about a bunch of new releases. I am dying to see Slumdog Millionaire! Forget all the fantastic buzz and rave reviews, there’s enough angst in those promo posters alone to make me feel like I’m PMSing. And can we talk about Doubt, Milk, The Wrestler and Rachel Getting Married? Oh god- the drama, the righteous cause, the blood and the drugs! It’s as if I’m a little kid just saw the commericial for E.T.! I’m literally squealing in anticipation… Mmm-hmm, total immaturity overload.

Uh-huh all you “I’m-healthier-than-thou-because-I-eat-sushi-and-do pilates” people better watch yourselves. Apparently everyone’s favorite anal agent, actor Jeremy Piven aka ‘Ari’ from HBO’s Entourage was recently hospitalized from the elevated levels of mercury in his diet. And doctors are blaming his illness on the large amount of fish in his diet. Forreal, dude had to withdraw from ‘Speed-the-Plow,the Broadway play he was starring in and the whole nine. God grief. Is the salmon and swordfish that serious?

Mmm-hmm, that’s why I’m sticking to the roasted chicken from my local Dominican takeout. Cause the only thing you ever get from El Malecon is overcharged.

Although no one’s ever mistakenly called me by another woman’s name, I have to admit I’ve been known to slip up a time or two or okay maybe even, three… Oops. (Hey, I can’t help it if I know a lot of men-hee hee)

BUT, in my humble opinion, all the flipping out, getting mad and kicking a fuss that 48% of you are threatening to do seems a tad futile if the offense was committed during sleep. No one intentionally makes that kind of mistake when they’re awake and alert (trust me), let alone what he/she can control during a deep slumber.

And let’s be honest, most people forget their dreams soon after waking. Do you really want to remind them that they were thinking about another person? Hmm, didn’t think so. Cut your eyes all you want but let’s be clear- it’s gonna piss me off royally if you wake me up in the middle of the night to discuss something that I can’t even remember. I’m just saying.

Needless to say, I’m with the 51% who just don’t think it’s worth it. I don’t wanna fight. Maybe it’s the dude in me but can’t we just be glad that we’re here together and not worry about what’s really going through my head???

OMG, did you hear what had happened (yes, I wrote it like that on purpose) to Muntadhar al-Zeidi, the reporter that threw his show at President Bush?? Dude got BEAT! According to the AP, official Iraq reports are saying that the reporter was last seen with bruises around his eyes and on his face. And wait on it- he’s still missing. Damn dude….

It’s just so sad to me that this guy’s life is at risk for doing what the majority of the intelligent, higher conscious world have been dreaming about for the past 8 years.

On an upside, the uber-rich, sultan-type, head of a large West Bank family offered one of its eligible females as a bride for al-Zeidi. AND the leader, 75-year-old Ahmad Salim Judeh, said that the 500-member clan has raised $30,000 for the legal defense in appreciation for the act of bravery.

Hmmm… could be a good look if dude ever shows up alive….


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