Still Sick

Saw the BET awards from my death bed last night. They were pretty good. I loved the Diana Ross tribute. I feel like Tracee got all her good genes and style. How come Beyonce is always copying somebody? I like her and think she's really talented but ybf always points out how she bites other peoples style. Seeing as how she's supposed to be an icon of of our generation I'd think she'd be a little more creative. Everybody looked pretty last night except for the people who didn't. Where was Jayz? Rihanna looked hot! Is Jayz bisexual now? First he's sleeping with Rihanna and now he lives with Larry Johnson? Whatever. Ciara stole the show hands down. She gave the best performance of the night. Can't wait for Alicia Key's cd to come out. She should sing. I guess I shouldn't be trying to recap when I'm drugged up. I'm going to stop now. Thanks for listening.

Swing Low Sweet Chariot

I am deathly ill my dear blogger friends. I'm in and out of fever, I have a sore throat, a headache, a hurt tummy, and I haven't eaten since Saturday. I feel the cold hand of the grim reaper around my throat and I know that soon it will be time to make my voyage into the promise land. I am not scared of my fate just a little sad. I'm sad that there will be no sexy Anthony Mackie look-alike to weep openly at my funeral, to yell to the heavens why it couldn't be him instead of his sweet beloved. I’m sad that there won't be any spoiled, greedy children to fight over my $927.42 fortune. I'm sad that I never got to have one of those obnoxious yet cute mini dogs that I can dress up and stick in my oversized bag. There is so much I haven't done in my short 22 year old life. It hardly seems fair that I must succumb to such and an awful fate.

Okay I'm done feeling sorry for myself. I will fight this cold with everything in me because I WILL meet an Anthony Mackie look-alike and have 2 of his babies. Before I die, I want my fortune to be much larger then $927.42. I also want my cousin to pay me back that $60 she owes me. I want my sister to give me back my damn yellow wedges so that I can be buried in them. I want my damn dog! I have a renewed spirit. I'm taking some medicine and going to sleep. I will live damn it! But just in case I don’t please tell my mom that I want 112 to sing at my funeral. I’m pretty sure they’re available. Thanks

Reason #17 Why I Love Rich Uncles

My two favorite uncles live in Nigeria and London and they are very wealthy petroleum engineers. I happen to be each of their favorite niece, but I don't tell the other that because I don’t want them to get jealous and stop the flow of money. Anyway today I just found out that my favorite British uncle will be sending me and my sisters on an all expense week long trip to London this August!!!!!! I'm more then a little excited because this suck ass job and my mediocre life have been depressing me. So I really need this vacay. My extremely generous uncle has also just sent me 1000 pounds which has increased my bank account by $1911.19!!! He just sent it, for no reason, simply because I'm great!!! My hater ass sisters will probably want a cut of the dough but it's okay. I'll share cuz I'm nice like that=)

I really feel sorry for my future husband, because my father and uncles have spoiled me something serious. My future husband will have no choice but to buy me pretty things and send me on lavish vacations in order to win my undying love♥

Money makes me happy=)

Reason # 632 I Love My Mama

Many, many moons ago, on my way to beginners pole dancing I was pulled over and ticketed on a bogus charge. I did nothing illegal but the stupid cop behind me decided to run my tags just for fun! He then discovers that my car was overdue for its emissions test and hands me a whopping $140 ticket!!! I wasn't even given a warning or a firm finger wagging, just an expensive, unnecessary ticket. I was pissed off, rightfully so, and I vowed to go to court and fight that damn ticket with every fiber of my being. The court date comes around and for some stupid reason I didn't go. I decided not to let my rage over the ticket destroy me. So I placed the notice on the kitchen counter and said I’ll pay it later. Only problem with that is that I'm poor. My sweet mother finds the ticket and missed court date on the kitchen counter and proceeds to curse my dumb ass out. She yells that I'm going to be arrested and sent to jail for failure to appear in court. She also tells me that there is probably a warrant out for my arrest already. This leaves me shaking in my boots because I'm simply too cute for the big house. She tells me to calm down that she will pay the ticket and I will simply pay her back when I get the money. That kind gesture is not reason # 632 why I love my mom. I love my mom because I know that she knows in her deepest of heart that she will never see that $140 again.

God Bless that selfless woman!

My Weekend

Happy Monday Blogger Fam! How was everybody weekend? Good? Great! Let me tell you 'bout mine....it sucked.

No I will not end there.

Friday I got all excited because I was presented with all the makings of a good weekend. I had a little extra money left over from my meager little paycheck, I had new wedges that were itching to be broken in, I had a fresh new weave (I kept the spiral deep), and the weather decided it was going to sunny and hot. I was ready!!!The plan was to for us to hit up this "hot" bar in Bethesda (and yes I know that such a thing doesn’t exist in Bethesda but I was wishfully thinking). The bar was promoting an all you can drink for $10 deal and an old high school friend was supposed to be emceeing so I went against my better judgment and went. Now the night’s downfall came when we discovered that the $10 deal was only during 8-10pm. Time constrictions mean nothing to my hood ass friends, so we arrived there well after ten due to three ensemble changes, a pit stop for some salt and vinegar chips, one more stop at the atm, and then a run through the McDonalds drive-thru. When we get to the bar I almost burst into tears because there were literally 17 people in there. 9 I knew from high school. 5 were over the age of 40, and the other 3 people came with me. Then the DJ had the nerve, the audacity, to play The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air theme song after a hour of bad top 40 pop songs! The only break my ears received was when he decided to play my new favorite song “Wipe Me Down” (don’t judge me). So now I'm pissed because my beautiful and revealing halter top, my new wedges, and new weave are wasted on this DUMP! I have to listen to songs that aren't even songs and I don't even get free liquor!!! Then one of my friends from high school starts making out with my cheek and whispering sweet, incoherent nothings into my ear. Sadly this was the only highlight of the evening (and the most action I've received all year). One of the friends I came with doesn't want to leave because she's flirting it up with the wack DJ, the other one is chain smoking and downing free beers bought for her by our emceeing friend, and the other was busy pop, lock, and dropping it on top of the bar for the five 40 year olds. So I had no choice but to listen to bad top 40 songs, drink weak ass drinks, and enjoy the sweet kisses my face was recieving until 3 am.

The rest of my weekend went something like this:

Saturday: Woke up showered did nothing

Sunday: Woke up (missed church), called dad, did nothing.

Now here I am on Monday bitter about my sucky ass weekend. Next week just has to be better!

The Backhanded Compliment

So I started my current job a mere three weeks ago and everybody here is pretty cool with the exception of the IT guy (he's another story). When I first started working here I was in between hair appointments so the weave i was rocking was a little on the beat side. My roots needed to be hot combed, some tracks were loose, and i'm pretty sure my hair smelled....So I finally convice my homemade hairstylist aka my younger sister to hook me up since I'm low on funds. She creates a short and lovely curly doo, which I like because it introduces folks to what I may look like with short hair. So I go into work the next day and my supervisor is like "WOW! Your hair looks GREAT!" I say thanks and keep it moving because she always extra excited about nothing. Then my fave coworker LaKeisha comes by and damn near stop in her tracks, "Who did your hair? Its FABULOUS!" I get a little suspicious of Keisha's overzealousness but I get over it because Keisha is a sista and can appreciate a new weave. But when Dr. Hyunh our middle aged, Asian, lab man came and told me how nice I looked, I knew something was up. I was a victim of a backhanded compliment. I must have looked so damn busted before that people at my new job are over complimenting me just to make sure I never come back looking liek that again!! I mentioned this to my BFF and she told me I was overreacting! That I didn't know how to take a compliment! If that is the case, my dear friend, then why the hell are my coworkers coming up to me a full WEEK later commenting on the hair?! I don't know what to now because I'm under SO much PRESSURE! I have to get my hair redone this weekend and I don't know if I should switch it up or remained curly headed. What if I go with that pack of spanish wave i've been eyeing and my coworkers ask what happened to the spiral deep? I truly don't know what to do with myself. Why the hell can't people leave their opinions to themselves?!

Fade to Black

The series finale of the Sopranos came on last night and I know I wasn’t the only one that cursed and screamed when the show faded to black. It simply broke my heart the way they ended the networks greatest series. After a boring and uneventful season I expected fireworks, excitement, and most of all closure for one of my favorite series of all time. It wouldn’t have been so bad if the writers hadn’t played with our emotions for the last five minutes of the episode but those jackasses did! They had me all hyped up in front of the TV thinking that my cable had went out. Then what was the deal with the cat??? Was it Adrianna??? Is there going to be a movie??? Its not that I wanted Tony dead or indicted, it’s just that I need to know what the hell happened??? Has he been dead for many episodes like many viewers are saying? This morning I went on HBO.com to see what other fans have to say. There are many theories going around but my favorite so far has to be this posted by T4Noble…

The first episode this season Tony and Bobby B are sitting in a boat. They have a conversation about getting whacked and Bobby says “I bet you don’t even hear it coming, it just all goes black” (or something to that extent). Then in last week’s episode they revisit that conversation. His family is coming in one by one, first Carmela, he loves her, but has hurt her, so she sits first, AJ, he is blood, he is his only son, but they have had their troubles, he sits second. Then there is Meadow, his princess, he loves her, they had their troubles, but she is the best person out of all 4, so she has the honor of being the last family member seen by him. Final scene of her coming through the door is being viewed as if we were Tony Soprano, the last thing he sees is the greatest thing he ever put into the world. Then, no sound, blackness, not even music through the credits. Tony got whacked as Meadow came through the door. There is no way to cinematically do Tony’s death justice. He was bigger than life for us through the whole show and the writers could not show him killed, there was no way to do it right.

Now this man has to be a complete genius or completely obsessed. Either way he has brought the closure I desperately needed from this show. Here is another one by MonkeyCox

The second Tony walks into the diner he gets whacked.We see his life flash symbolically before his eyes-all the people who come through the door were
victims of his rage- the black kids, the pudgy guy,etc. We see Tony, Carm and AJ taking the onion ringsymbolically, like wafers. They are the family. Theholy trinity, if you will. Meadow can't park her carbecause she doesnt fit in. Tony never sees her comein, and if you watch her experssion as she approachesthe diner she is ver very worried. The last thing wesee is tony looking up and then black. He never saw it coming

Here is what I personally think that cop out ending was about….

Phil got whacked and an uneasy peace was forged. After that, Tony essentially resumes his life and goes around having dinner with his family. Tony or anyone around him will ever entirely be safe, and anyone walking into a restaurant where he's having dinner might be the guy who ultimately offs him. Or not. Sure, the build-up of tension in that last scene seemed to promise an ultimate pay-off for the viewer a punishment for all of Tony’s horrible actions during the series and especially the last season , but to me it was essentially telling us that this is Tony's life -- you spent years with him, wondering if he'd live or die at the end. Well, it's the end, and he's alive, but maybe only for a few moments after the screen goes dark, or maybe he dies an old grandfather, with Meadow's son spraying insecticide into his face. Those of you who wanted Tony to live got your wish, and those who wanted Tony to die got a taste of what he was going to be living with until it happened.

Can you tell I’m slightly obsessed??? I will seriously watch every episode of every season until the finale makes sense to me.

Losing Isaiah

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Isaiah Washington, Dr Burke on Grey's Anatomy, has been fired from the cast unceremoniously. Many saw this coming after hearing him refer to costar T.R. Knight as a faggot on two separate occasions. Soon after there was a firestorm of controversy and other costars such as Katherine Hiegl repeatedly expressed their hurt and anger in the media. Then Washington’s character’s plotline was conveniently and quite simply resolved leaving no teaser for the next season.

TMZ.com reports Washington's openly gay co-star T.R. Knight was psychologically injured so badly by the F-word incident that perhaps Washington should be empathetic to his feelings.

Hmm what more can Isaiah do besides going to counseling, publicly apologizing, and recording a PSA so that others can learn from his own mistake. What he said was wrong but hasn't the man done enough atonement? He didn’t even submit himself for a Golden Globe nomination and Lord knows he deserved one after season 2. Isaiah has been quoted as saying, “I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take it anymore” and I don’t think that he should! They’ve basically made an example out of him and it’s unfair. I don’t want to open old wounds but Don Imus, KKKramer, and Mel Gibson have hardly been held accountable for their hurtful words. Although Imus was fired there are talks of him getting an even more lucrative position on satellite radio!

I’m also joining Washington in his anger because I feel like the media likes to crucify black entertainers. I don’t believe Janet Jackson was entirely innocent during Nipplegate, but she has since apologized PROFUSELY. Yet her career hasn’t bounced back from the controversy. Meanwhile her partner in crime Justin Timberlake emerges from the firestorm unscathed. I can’t help but to worry that Isaiah’s career will suffer the same fate as Janet’s. He is an incredibly talented actor and doesn’t deserve that. One can only hope that he won’t take this lying down, that he will gracefully come out of this mess on top…

2/19/2007

...was Presidents Day. It was also the last time i recieved a relaxer. Needless to say my hair is all kinds of N-A-P-P-Y! This isn't so bad because to aid in the growth process I keep my hair tracked up and braided up. The problem is, is that I'm tender headed. EXTREMELY tender headed and have been so since I was a young girl. So braiding or even combing my hair causes indescribable pain. I don't know what to do because I don't want to relax my hair and i don't want to cut it all off(my face is too fat for that). I'm going to stop by Afrobella to see if she has any suggestions. Wish me luck on this painful journey.