But let one more person send me that will.i.am produced, ‘Yes We Can’ video… Just ONE MORE!!! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lSuMdkff0_o

I loved the actual speech when I heard it from the man’s mouth, no need to try and convince me by humming it over a tune. Besides, shouldn’t my friends know that I have the attention span of a two year old and live to procrastinate? The last thing I need is one more reason to wind up on youtube.com. ‘Cause we all know that youtube ain’t nothing but a gateway website. Next thing I know, I’m surfing YBF, Dlisted, my all time fave Crunk & Disorderly; and word the first hasn’t been written ALL DAY LONG. Besides, do I really need to hear Scarlett Johanssen try and jumpstart her pop career?? Really?

But back to the point- if you dont’ want me and Drama trying to crash on your couch becasue we got evicted, sstop sending me that video.

DON’T FORGET TO VOTE TOMORROW! GO BARAAACCCCKKKKK!!!!!

PS if you need further inspiration take a gander at this editorial observation of the effect that the women are having in the NYT. http://www.nytimes.com/2008/02/04/opinion/04mon4.html?_r=1&th&emc=th&oref=slogin

Okay, so when I decided to work for myself three years ago, I accepted all the romantic notions of being a struggling entrepreneur. You know, the whole ‘living check-to-check, working 7 days a week, eating ramen noodles as I feverishly finish what is sure to be the next NYT Bestselling novel, wing-and-prayer, success-by-any-means’ mantra I give myself every time I see a fabulous pair of Loboutins or hear about a $2.1 million dollar dream brownstone in Harlem for sale.

Umm, but what I DIDN’T sign on for? The freaking home office drama!!! I mean don’t get me wrong, I love my little home in the hood. I may not have a doorman, but hey, I got boys at the door for protection and Billy my friendly crackhead in the lobby to sign for my packages. I mean, who needs an ADT security system when my neighbor Gladys lives with her front door open minding EVERYBODY’s business? As long as there’s enough square footage for Drama to lay around and fart without me smelling it; I’m fine. Except for one tiny issue….

Why does my apartment ceiling leak AT LEAST once a month????? If it’s not the bathroom, its the kitchen. if it’s not the kitchen it’s the living room… good f’ing grief. I KNOW the management company must tire of me calling up and cussing them out like hooker on the point. I KNOW the folks upstairs hate the sound of me incessently ringing their doorbell like I’m po-po making a bust at all hours of the night. It’s freaking ridiculous. My poor super has carpel tunnel from constantly replastering/ painting my ceilings.

SO instead of getting ready to go to my girl’s Super Bowl party, I’m sitting here listening to the pitter patter of the water hitting the bucket in the kitchen. And I’m really starting to consider calling that annoying realtor chick who insisted living in a newly renovated 350 sq. ft apartment next to a FIREHOUSE was a ‘total bargain.’