Mitzi Moments

Mitzi Moments

didn’t ciara already make a boy song…

By on October 14, 2008 in taking it one day at a time

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???:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BVTyLqkez6A

he forgot to take the tape…

By on October 14, 2008 in miracle on 169th street

So after 5 long days, I am happy to report that painter is finally gone. Like, gone, gone. Granted, whether his work can truly be considered “finished” is totally debatable but I’m just so happy not to see his hairy butt bent over my baseboards, I’ll take it.

Now the hard begins- putting everything back. Because of course, now that I can actually see the true size of my apartment sans all the 4 years of crap I shoved in every corner, I don’t want to put it all back.
But can I really just throw it out?? I mean, isn’t it like a sin to waste even if I know that I will never, ever, ever, ever listen to that Crunk Hits Volume#2 CD that I got for free when I was the Entertainment Editor/ Bottom Bee-yatch? And even worse, what if rhinestone covered miniskirts with matching bandeau tops come back in style? Sigh.
And even more pressing, let’s not forget about all the pictures and shelves that need to be put back up. Cause the ladies know- it’s not like back in the day when you could call any of the many men in your life to come over and they’d instinctively know how to help. Right about now, the only thing guys seem to know how to tighten is in the bedroom and unfortunately, the satisfaction on that isn’t always guaranteed.
Personally, I think Oprah should start some sort of service center, website, or 1-800-number that overwhelmed women like myself can call. You know like, 1-800-HELP-A-HO (or something catchy like that). And then, I could just rent a man that’s got the necessary skills with a screwdriver and hammer to put my life back together all for the price of a smile and home-cooked meal. Yeah, that’s exactly what she should do…
Until then, maybe I’ll just leave everything exactly where it is and learn to love the little nook in that I’ve created in the middle of my living room. Thoughts?

bought a hanes four pack yesterday…

By on October 13, 2008 in feedback

Well at least I know that I’m not the only who has given up trying to sustain the sexy 24/7… Like myself, 42% of you guys feel comfortable enough to break out the comfy cotton from the very beginning of the relationship; $70 La Perla nylon lace thongs be damned.
And while I respect the gangsta of the 14% of you still figuring out ways to stay in a thong or even the silk panties for the duration (or at least until you get that proposal and crossover to the other side), it seems everybody ain’t able.
And just to clarify for the nonbelievers, comfy does not mean grandma. My low rise cotton bikini drawers are SUPER cute… even if they’re not always an exact, exact match with the bra. Oh and trust, when the outfit or mood calls for it the kid is the first one logging on to http://www.trashy.com/ (can I get an amen?)
However, for the most part my butt just wants to be held… and supported properly. And like momma always says-to own box be true (but nothing keeps the GYN away like a pair of breathable cotton undies).

Don’t forget to log on and vote in the next poll!!!

being held hostage…

By on October 10, 2008 in miracle on 169th street

So apparently, things are going to take a little longer than the painter originally predicted and BIG SURPRISE, he won’t actually complete the job until about Monday afternoon (read: Drama and I will be camped out in my bedroom underneath an apartment’s worth of shit for the rest of the weekend).
I sure hope that when it’s all said and done, this whole convoluted attempt to change the energy in my space brings a whole lot of productivity and cute boys with it. I’m just saying.

of course i read the newspaper…

By on October 10, 2008 in work it white girl

Yes, I am aware of the fact that the world economy is going to hell in a hand basket. Yes, I realize that there are people losing their homes and chunks of life savings in a matter of moments. And yes, I know that at time like this we should all be buckling down and getting focused on the things in life that truly matter… But err-um, not for nothing, this morning all I wanna talk about is Britney.

Seriously, how excited am I to waste 90 minutes of my life watching this upcoming MTV “documentary” on the trainwreck that has been the former Mousekateer’s life for the last two years??? Tentatively titled, ‘For The Record: Britney Spears,‘ the doc follows Brit-Brit on her comeback trail and promises to address about what had happened to America’s favorite Pinhead Pop Star. As Ms. Spears (if you nasty) so eloquently explains the super-duper extended brain fart during which she chopped off her hair, attacked the paparazzi with an umbrella, showed up at every event possible in a pair of brown knee-highs boots from the local Sunset Blvd Goodwill, traded underwear with strippers, performed at the MTV Awards hopped up on every sedative known to man and but of course, lost custody of her kids to the dirties white boy on the planet: “I’m a smart person, what the hell was I thinking?” I don’t Brit know but I surely plan to find out.

Oh and no, I don’t give a damn if the whole this is being orchestrated by her handler/ publicist/ manager/ personal savior Larry Rudolph (read: ain’t nothing but an over-edited bunch of lies to brainwash us into buying her new album). The fact that there’s a shot of her sans extensions preparing to have a wig slapped on shown in the trailer is enough to make MY LIFE!!!

MTV, November 30th, 10pm. It’s Britney, BEE-YATCH!!
http://www.mtv.com/news/articles/1596736/20081009/spears_britney.jhtml

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