I hate rainy Fridays. Something about it just takes the joy out of my countdown to the weekend. Sigh. But I guess we are in the middle of fall, so I shouldn’t complain too much. At least there’s no snow on the ground.
Okay don’t nobody dislike stank ass folks more than the kid. Forreal, forrreal. For as long as I can remember, my sense of smell has been extremely heightened. Honestly, I believe it has a lot to do with the fact that I’m five foot flat a.k.a armpit level. So where as the odor has to rise to meet a taller person’s nose, that mess just smacks me dead in the face.
Okay seriously? I LOVE me some Notorious B.I.G. I mean to say, I memorized the lyrics to every single song and interlude on Ready To Die in two freaking days. Mind you, I couldn’t remember formula the first to save my ass from getting a C- in the freshman Chem class that made difference between me going to med school and becoming an English major but Gimme The Loot? Machine Gun Funk? Juicy??? Man listen… I’m not even going to discuss Life After Death cause I might start to tear up. I just makes no sense.
And nowadays we sit here and listen to wack ass rappers like Soulja Boy go double platinum. Good grief.
So there I was minding my business trying to read up on this new nine minute miracle cellulite cream (that quietly, I’m sooo about to spend a $100 dollars on as soon as this recession ends) when I heard about the Chris Brown/ Rihanna beatdown incident report. And I have to tell you, after reading the entire report- this is so not okay.
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….
Is it me or does it seem like Beyonce drops a new album every six months? No bump that, every damn quarter??? Don’t get me wrong, I’m not mad at Mrs. Carter’s hustle but got-damn, can you please give us a chance to miss you? I mean just for a second?
How-sum-ever I can’t completely hate since I’m definitely feeling one of the two first singles. But just between you, me and the wall; doesn’t putting out TWO first singles seem like a lot?? It’s like, seriously, stop being such a overachiever, tell Papa Knowles to back off and decide which one you really want to release. Good grief.
And um, NO, I am most certainly not jamming on the ones to the poorly disguised 2008 mosh-remix of ‘Get Me Bodied’ and ‘Upgrade U’ a.k.a ‘Put A Ring On It.’ For the record, if Swizz Beats gets just one additional dime for selling her back the same track he serviced her with not once but two times before on the last go ’round; that man deserves a platinum plated pimp cup… oh wait, he already earned that when he bagged A-Keys.
Not to mention, how many ‘I’m an independent lady’ anthems can a girl who has been coupled with some of the wealthiest African-American men on the planet for the majority of her dating life really put out and expect us to believe?? I mean, call it intuition but something tells me Sean wasn’t talking about, let’s go dutch… But that’s just my opinion.
So anyhoo, on a more positive note I really like the ‘If I Were A Boy’ single. And it was definitely the artsy, blk/wht, trading places-esque themed, mini-saga/ music video that put a check in the win column for me. For the first time, I could actually see glimpses of her alleged acting chops. Of course, that probably had more to do with the fact that she spoke a grand total of four lines the entire five minutes and twenty seconds than any significant change. I’m just saying…
Check out the video and let me know what you think. Do you love the song? And more importantly, don’t you really love her super cute white co-star???:
We lost Ebony a.k.a Sweetie-Sweetie this morning. She had to hightail it back to Oakland to be ready for work on Saturday morning. Even though we’ve only spent four days together, I was really, really sad to see her go.
One of best things about going on vacation is meeting new people. No matter who you leave home with, there’s always interaction with new and interesting and yes sometimes, scary strangers.
So far in the Vineyard I’ve had the pleasure of meeting the aforementioned Ebony, Samantha (another one of the USC girls), Jeff (Sam’s husband), Big D (a 300lb Omega who’s still rockin the purple t-shirt he pledged in back in the 80s), Big Al (a former gangbanger who loves to sing karaoke) and Jason (a hardcore I-talian with an eye for the curvy brown girls). Fun times I tell ya, fun times…