On an upnote, shout out to my fabulous homegirl Jakissa, a.k.a. DJ Kiss.

Okay. This rogue Floridian pastor threatening to burn at least 200 books of the Quran is making me sad, scared & physically ill. Seriously.

See, here’s the thing about the whole “for better or for worse,” aspect of the wedding vow. Folks are quick to say it cause it sounds good, but have they really considered what it MEANS??

Clearly, fun times with the BFFs over the weekend distracted me from all the craziness going on in the celeb world. So forgive me if this topic is old news to you. I’m currently processing. *kanye shrug*

For the most obvious reasons, I am beyond thrilled that the Health Care Bill was finally approved and passed through the House. I started to choke up when we finally received the necessary 216th vote to pass the bill. But honestly, it was the resounding 220, that defeated a last minute measure to trash the whole thing and stage a do-over, that made me break out in the cabbage patch. Cause at a certain point, enough is enough.

Oh Lord, the things I get myself into…

This weekend, I let Angela convince me to take a bikram yoga class with her and her hilarious daughter, Iyana. Please don’t ask why. Because if there are one thing that I know about myself, it’s that I have a very sensitive sense of smell. So you already know… 90 min in a 110 degree room with a bunch of scantily clad strangers? Jesus be a stick of extra strong deodorant.

But you know what? Wonders of all wonders, I LOVED it!

Don’t get it twisted, the smell is no joke. Like, my eyes watered from the moment I entered the building. It took me at least 10 minutes to stop gasping for breath. Even the waiting area stunk of stale arm pitt funk. And please believe I NEVER got to the point where I didn’t smell the odor. I don’t know if it was the humidity in the air, the moist carpeting in the studio or the dude next to me whose sweat beads popped off of his entire body like shooting bullets but it was a lot.