Category: taking it one day at a time

Well alrighty then, here’s one way to nip that pesky meth problem in the bud. Literally.

Tired of the increasing rate of drug addicts giving birth to sick and dysfunctional children that they are incapable of caring for, Project Prevention a North Carolina based charity is now PAYING said addicts $300 not to have children.

Uh huh, you read that correctly, they’re paying female and males addicts CASH to either insert an IUD, have tubes cut or have a vasectomy. Talking about, “They prefer to PREVENT a problem for $300 rather than paying millions after it happens in cost to care for a potentially damaged child.”


Now, in theory this sounds like a good idea. But I gotta keep it 1000, offering a crackhead $300 in exchange for your ability to procreate is not really a fair choice. Shoot, we’ve all seen those ghetto knock-out/ bum fight DVDS (or maybe that’s was just me). Addicts will do soso much more for less when they are desperate for a fix.

Not to mention, I saw this same story recreated on Law & Order SVU years ago. At the time I thought the story was made up. Clearly I was wrong. Anyhoo, on the show, even when the addicts chose the temporary solution (the IUD) the rightwing nutjobs were straight sterilizing EVERYBODY. So what’s to stop them from doing the same thing in real life??

And more importantly, I’d be very interested to see ethnic data breakdown of the addicts that are getting paid off by these concern white women. Cause if they’re only targeting addicts of color, in some thinly veiled ethnic cleansing, I’m gonna have issues.

Real talk.

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.

On an up note, the new Jimmy Choo for H&M shoe and clothing line goes on sale tom morning. Not that my ass is going to be getting up anywhere near early (I’ve got my girl Tricia’s wedding to attend tonight), it’s nice to know that the average person (with a foot size between 5 and 9) can now enjoy the fabulosity. Step lively ladies.

And the happiest news of the dreary day, the tickets for the Lady Gage/ Kid Cudi show at Radio City are about to go on sale. Needless to say, I’ll be cutting this little entry short to jump on and cop mine.

Consider it an early bday present…. hint, hint.

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. 

So you’d think that the announcement of this new stink-free underwear that Japanese astronauts are testing out in space would make Mitzi a very happy girl. But then again…
I’m not sure about folks being able to run around in the same pair of drawers for days at a time… Just because it don’t stink that doesn’t make you any less dirty.  
And not for nothing, I depend on my sense of smell to help me decide when the hell to keep it moving. Like, no sir don’t let the fly shoes fool you.  that chick right there ain’t put on deodorant OR take a shower today! And let’s not even talk about all the implications for those still playing the quickie hook-up game… humph, humph, humph.
Jesus be the bacteria that grows in dark places. Cause I sure the hell don’t want it.

Yo, has it really been TWELVE Years since Biggie was murdered??? My God, that’s so crazy to me…

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.

Dude, Chris Brown beat Rihanna like she was a straight up stranger. Like forreal, forreal? Bouncing her head off of the car window, punching her in the eye, the head, the arm, leg AND then biting her? What in the hell? Did he momnetarily lose his mind and confuse for a car jacker? I’m just saying… Cause I just can’t comprehend what in the unholy domestic violence hell this punkass 19 year old was thinking when he threatened to “really beat your ass when we get home!” Word? Forget what you heard, that little dancing fool needs to go sitdown in a jail for at least six months to think about what he did to the woman he’s steady professing to love.

Oh and no Kanye et al, I do not think he deserves another chance. At all. So be clear, if I hear any of ya’ll enabling ass celebs come out and support him, I’m boycotting you too.

And I intend to start the prayer vigil for Rih-Rih and her sense of self-worth ASAP… cause clearly despite all the fame and money, there’s something missing in her life. And whatever it is, it compells her to return to a relationship w/ a man who beat that ass like a dude because HIS MESSY BEHIND got caught with the inapropriate 3-page text from the sidechick. Can I get an amen?

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…



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