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Another 90s Post, Hours After The Last 1970-01-01 00:59:59 I know that coming off of the heels of the last post, this may be some "what the fuck shit" to some of y'all....well, BYE then. This my blog. I'm still mad about the long diatribe I typed and lost today, so I am healing in my own way. If you want to hear me get deep, please read "Who Is Gonna Fund The Revolution?". Reminicing over Heavy D made me think about two other men of the New Jack Swing era. Lords of the dance track. Kings amongst men. Soldiers in operation Quiet Storm.People have constantly compared them, and there was even a rumor that they were cousins. Though they could both stand squarely alone, I'm sending up one for them together because they are often mentioned in the same breath.You knew this was coming. Damn right I'm talking about Al B. Sure! and Christopher Williams. I'll start with ABS! (please say the exclamation mark). He was my sister's enchanted love in the late 80s, early 90s. In fact, her married and grown-up ass got all weepy over meeting him just a few Read more:Hours
Props Over Here 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Today's posting was lost by the computer demon. It was a long, emotional tirade about why I write and how I feel about Black men. I don't have the energy to do it all again, so I'l have to revisit those topics another day. Per my sister's request, I am doing a long-due tribute to a man who has yet to receive his propers:Yes, Heavy Diddly Diddly Diddly D. Heavy D was the man. He was that dude" in Hip-Hop long, long ago. It was a time you can tell your children about: when the sisters were "fly girls", not "pretty hoes" and the brothers were "cool cats", not "thug niggas". Heavy made lightweight music that would be considered weak by today's standards. He never killed enough people or smacked enough bitches up to fit in now. Dont Curse:Dude, Heavy was that deal! He did the In Living Color theme, he rapped with Michael Jackson on Jam (ooh, Kriss Kross was in that video!). He was everywhere! Now, you youngsters may not remember the days when Uptown Records ran the scene. But Heavy he
I Am Back 1970-01-01 00:59:59 My boyfriend is sleep. No, my boyfriend is not ASLEEP. My boyfriend IS sleep. Or rather, I should say SLEEP is my boyfriend. Ive written about this before, but sleep is just doing a job on me. I'm sprung. Dude, I could name five guys I've dated who were less interesting than sleep. I have great dreams. I think I might be a harlot. I gotta admit, I kinda like that word. It has a nice ring to it. I don't sleep around enough to be called a whore and I'm not mean enough to be called a bitch, uh, I may have to let the rest of the world make the call about the bitch thing. But I like to booze, cuss and party. Sometimes, I end up in strip clubs. I have let many a punk know that jumping up leads to a beat down, by me. Ironically, I am somewhat prissy. I absolutely don't wear pants, I don't like to get my hands dirty (unless Im painting or cooking), I don't believe I should sit in the back of the car when two men are in the front, I don't sit on the ground without a blanket….. A pris
Nine Shots To The Dome 1970-01-01 00:59:59 I.So I got a new wig and I LOVE it. My other two are kinda 'hit or miss', but this one is nice! My homeboy said I look like Dorthy Dandridge in it; that's kind of a stretch, but I do think it's quite flattering. You know how brothas are about straight hair, so I'm guessin I'll be married soon. Awesome.II.I seent (yes, seent; I'll address that) a cute guy working at the grocery store; I think he was delivering something. First the cutie at K-Mart, now this. Does God want me to get off of my uppity horse? Unfortunately, the grocery gentleman caught me in the middle of a soul strirring rendition of Freddie Jackson's "You Are My Lady". No, I wasnt drunk. I just like that song; I started out humming and ended up singing it aloud. No, they weren't playing it either.....yes, that is odd behavior. Even for me. III.I use words like "seent" ( meaning "saw"), finna/fitn'ta (short for "fixing to", meaning "about to"), "fi" (short for "fire"; Chicago for "good", "excellent") and "tombout"
Just Another Day or Two 1970-01-01 00:59:59 As if I weren't certain that this place I lay my head is, indeed, Pretty Ghetto County, MD (don't believe that "Prince George's" hype; this is actually the REAL name on the county charter, I swear), I have recived further confirmation. The last time I went to the grocery store, someone was paged over the loudspeaker: Lil' Terrance, please report to the customer service desk. Lil' Terrance, please report to the service desk immediately. Thank you.Mmm'kay. Now, if Lil' Terrance is an employee of the store, then that's just a tad much. You don't do nicknames over the loudspeaker, for Malcolm's sake! And if Lil' Terrance was a lost child, then I hope his ass isn't over three years old. I'ma need for this kid to know his ACTUAL name in case of emergency! If Terrance Jenkins can only respond to Lil' Terrence, then I am not too hopeful about his future. And yet, this same hood-ass grocery store sells brie wrapped in pastry. I was gonna get some, 'til I noticed it was $12.99. Wh
My Lil' Webby 1970-01-01 00:59:59 One of my dearest and oldest friends made the mistake of criticizing my recent blog entries last night. Apparently, they aren't as good as the Ikea post lately. While I agree, I'm still gonna mess her up for that one.I figure I'll introduce you to her today. She is from now on to be known here as Sister Webby
. Sister Webby and I attended every school together from kindergarten through undergrad and we've been friends since 7th grade. I gave her the nickname Webby back then because, though she is a beautiful girl, she resembles a beloved 80's TV icon, Emmanuel "Webster" Lewis. The name stuck all these years. On her 16th birthday, we decorated her locker with pictures of Webster from the internet. She claims to not see the resemblence, but she secretly likes the nickname. See what I mean? Here is a more flattering pic of her (with Sister Saludatorian). (All my friends are gorgeous, I have a screening process.)Sis. Webby has been there for me for the good times and the bad, but I di
Concious Folks b/w Criticism, Catharsis, Celebration. 1970-01-01 00:59:59 A lot of folks toss the word concious around too freely. I am reffering to the term as it us used to describe a certain segement of the Black population. We brand the purveyors of Afros, dreads, incense, oils, poetry, backpacker Hip-Hop, thrift store duds, retro accessories, big jewelery and coffee shops as 'concious', before they have done anything to prove that they actually possess any actual knowledge of anything. Granted, the odds that a kufi-wearing brother in a dashiki is more enlightened that the brotha sporting a Scarface t-shirt and a tatooed teardrop are rather worth betting on. But don't assume that every poetry cafe' patron is really down for helping the proverbial cause. Furthermore, there are plenty of concious folks who don't sport the uniform. Don't write someone off until they earn the stamp of 'ignance'.*(Oh, but I still ain't giving my phone number to no dude with a Scarface T-shirt, unless he is fiiiiiine. So unless you look like Boris Kodjoe,Denzel Washi Read more:Criticism
The Hate List, Vol. 3: Oh,Taye..... 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Hey kids. Hope you didn't get spoiled with that 6pm post yesterday. For all five of y'all who read this regularly, y'all know I usually don't post until after midnight! It's barely 11:30, so I'm still ahead of the game!Time flies, and thank God it does. But I didn't even realize that it's already December 20th. I still haven't packed for my sourjourn to the Chi, and I'm leaving tommorrow afternoon. Shit. Be on the lookout for my holiday post "Why Sister Toldja Hates The Holidays". I guarantee it'll be a new X-mas classic, just like that boring mind-fuck of a movie "It's A Wonderful Life". Ever year I see it, I'm like "You gotta be kidding me. This was really in theatres? They really keep showing it?" Anyway, you'll want to read my post to your family each year and say "Now thank Baby Jesus that this isn't our family." Guaranteed.Speaking of family: over a week at my mom's house. Yowza. And she's not working either, so I won't be getting any alone time. And I won't ha
The Hate List, Vol. 3: Oh,Taye..... 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Hey kids. Hope you didn't get spoiled with that 6pm post yesterday. For all five of y'all who read this regularly, y'all know I usually don't post until after midnight! It's barely 11:30, so I'm still ahead of the game!Time flies, and thank God it does. But I didn't even realize that it's already December 20th. I still haven't packed for my sourjourn to the Chi, and I'm leaving tommorrow afternoon. Shit. Be on the lookout for my holiday post "Why Sister Toldja Hates The Holidays". I guarantee it'll be a new X-mas classic, just like that boring mind-fuck of a movie "It's A Wonderful Life". Ever year I see it, I'm like "You gotta be kidding me. This was really in theatres? They really keep showing it?" Anyway, you'll want to read my post to your family each year and say "Now thank Baby Jesus that this isn't our family." Guaranteed.Speaking of family: over a week at my mom's house. Yowza. And she's not working either, so I won't be getting any alone time. And I won't ha
Chi-Town Folks!!! 1970-01-01 00:59:59 The fresh to death kids of Blind-I productions are having a shindig tommorrow night. You may see your favorite blogger in the building. And I'll be there too! Come kick it with the dope people!The UPPER HANDTomorrow, December 22nd, 2006Spot 6 (3343 N. Clark)Doors open at 10 PMLadies free from 10-11Guys $10 all nightHosted by Hollywood Holt$3 Imports, $4 Martinis All Night(I'll be posting later. Just got to the crib.)
Home Again 1970-01-01 00:59:59 I got slanted at the airport today and was able to sleep through part of my flight! But I woke up with my wig slightly askew. Sorry to everyone who had to wait for the lavatory while I fixed it. I was tempted to just take it off and come out with my hair in a ponytail, but I didn't want to give the paparazzi the fodder.Wig and big sunglasses-the only way to dress for travel.Is being a grown-up when you can have a heated discussion with your mother, say "to Hell with this" and walk away when she offends you....and then recieve an apology? I was half-expecting to be chastised for using "such language". My cat doesn't love me anymore. But I guess after four years away, she's no longer my cat. Bitch.I haven't seen much television since September. I was delighted to know Cheaters still comes on. Oh baby! Tonight, we saw the saga of Willie Johnson, a 50-some-year-old truck driver, who was supporting a significantly younger woman and living in a motel with her. Too bad he didn't know she Read more:Again
DAMN! 1970-01-01 00:59:59 I just deleted today's blog because I don't know how to use a non-Mac anymore!!! WTF!!!!I'm not typing it again, because I am too fucking angry now. Chicago men still wear fades. Holla,Sister Toldja
Ho, Ho, Hell: It's A Bull$hit Life 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Here is the holiday post I have been postponing. It is short, but not at all sweet. Have you ever had a big, family Christmas? What, that's a silly question? Of course you have? Well, fuck your life, smartass. It not go so for all of us. My father is an only child. I have two sisters, who share a mother. My mother is the eldest of nine: one deceased and four became Jehovah's Witnesses before I was born. I have NEVER had a big Christmas (or Thanksgiving or birthday) celebration with my family. In fact, the only time I see everyone is at funerals. I have a rack of cousins, but a lot of them couldn't play with "worldly" kids like me growing up. So Thanksgiving and Christmas usually end up with my mother, my aunt, her husband, my cousin and I having dinner. It is deathly boring. My cousin is eight and our conversations are less than exciting (and this is coming from someone who LOVES children. She mean). When I was little, the presents blinded me. My mom would get me a rack of stuff, my
Merryment 1970-01-01 00:59:59 So, my least favorite holiday was a lot better than usual. The boring yearly dinner at my aunt's house was altered by the presence of her best friend's two adult daughters....and their seven children. I got to hold a baby, have counting time with a three year old and scold a bunch of others. It was pretty nice. My gift to you: a whole bunch of videos from when popular music used to be good. I will properly tribute James Brown in the next day or so. Chubb Rock, Jeru the Damaja and O.C-Return of The Crooklyn DodgerBlack Star f/Common-RespirationBrand New Heavies-I Don't Know Why I Love You(This is actually from 2006! I belive Stevie Wonder made this originally, but I first heard it by the Jackson 5.)En Vogue-Don't Let Go(Love)De La Soul-BreakadawnAfrika Bambataa and James Brown-UnityHow cute is this? Even the 80's were better than now.....R.I.P. James!Sister ToldjaPS- I gotta add the newest holiday classic, Dick In A BoxAct like this shit don't KNOCK. It would be the jam if the lyr
Chi-Light b/w The "Not Really, But Kinda" Hate List 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Yup, I'm still here. It's so nice to be home, and I probably wont be back until the summer. I'm in no hurry to get back to Pretty Ghett County. Not that the Chi ain't hoodtastic as well. I wish Sister Saludatorian was still here, she's the only one who would have accompanied me to this little shindig on 75th and Cottage Grove. How do I describe Cottage Grove to someone not familiar with here....ah, it's about 5 streets up from King Drive. Nuff' said. Low-key, if I move back here, that's where I'd probably end up anyhow. Not gentrified yet! I didn't mention that we saw Biz Markie spinning the other night. For those who haven't been reading for quite awhile, long story short, I saw Biz about a year ago and told him what a suck ass job he was doing that night. I'm sorry, but when Biz is in the house I don't expect to hear 106 and Park's top 20 countdown jams. Anyway, I've seen him three times since and never on purpose. I think it's like the time I made a really awful swee Read more:Kinda
The Not Really, But Sorta "Hate List" 1970-01-01 00:59:59 I'm gonna sneak in a Hate List entry today. Hopefully, a lot of y'all will miss this one, 'cause some of it may....whatever. Actually, this isn't a "hate" issue. It's a "what the Heck is wrong with you?" type of deal. The Hate I Don't Get You List: Dreadlocks Edition1) Uneccessary Comments: I am well aware of my hair's natural texture, and I always have been. Knowing what I know, I decided that I wanted dreads and saw no reason not to start them. So it drives me nuts when people (usually sistas) feel the need to say "Why did you dread that pretty/good/curly hair?" Hmmm, maybe because I never wanted to hear those terms again? Actually, because I wanted to. And I wear wigs when I want to, I color my hair when I want to and I will cut my locs if I want to. I never asked you why you continued to perm your hair when CLEARLY those chemicals are breaking yo' shit OFF. So why can't you grant me the same peace and shut the Hell up? 2007 Gas Face for you, darlin'. 2) White Folks With D
Is It Me? 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Am I the only one who sees this crazy stuff? Seriously, I observe more nuttiness than most folks I know. What gives? One time...This is a Black Power Service Announcement: I must remind you that today is the second day of Kwanzaa and today's guiding prinicple is Kujichagulia: self-determination. Observe accordingly. Back to your regularly scheduled program, already in struggle and in progress..... and so I punched him.Last week, I saw a dude on the bus with a big-ass clock around his neck, a la Flavor Flav. Dude was counting down until extinction, he knew what time it is, he totes black steel in the hour of chaos. And he was clearly fucking insane. But he looked at me like I was crazy for looking at him like he was crazy. He crazy. Today, I saw a dude with a straight-up Busta Rhymes dread-fade, circa "Scenario"But it actually had more fade to it. Oh, Chicago, thou art strange. Speaking of Chicago men with interesting fashion choices, my homegirl and I were dying at the club the other
Is It Me? 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Am I the only one who sees this crazy stuff? Seriously, I observe more nuttiness than most folks I know. What gives? One time...This is a Black Power Service Announcement: I must remind you that today is the second day of Kwanzaa and today's guiding prinicple is Kujichagulia: self-determination. Observe accordingly. Back to your regularly scheduled program, already in struggle and in progress..... and so I punched him.Last week, I saw a dude on the bus with a big-ass clock around his neck, a la Flavor Flav. Dude was counting down until extinction, he knew what time it is, he totes black steel in the hour of chaos. And he was clearly fucking insane. But he looked at me like I was crazy for looking at him like he was crazy. He crazy. Today, I saw a dude with a straight-up Busta Rhymes dread-fade, circa "Scenario"But it actually had more fade to it. Oh, Chicago, thou art strange. Speaking of Chicago men with interesting fashion choices, my homegirl and I were dying at the club the other
Keep It On The Low 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Wackaronies Anonomous Meeting*Taps the mic*Holly Go Hard: Hello. Um, this is difficult. My name is Holly Go Hard, known to most as Sister Toldja. I've always thought myself to be one with superior music tastes. I own Issac Hayes' Hot Buttered Soul, dammit. Um, anyway....you know what, I can't do this.Moderator: Don't be scurred, Holly. Let it out.HGH: Um, okay. THAT NEW OMARION IS MY JAAAAAM!!!!! Omarion: (Spins around and freezes in a surprised pose)Hold on now...Moderator: It feels good to let it out. It is embarassing to admit you like this guy's music. He's such a cornball. He always does the same dances. He's got that nasty Patrick Ewing dip above his lip. He's dramatically cunty with the best of 'em.Omarion: (Pop locks, thumps his chest, then ends with a split)This is downright disrespectful!Moderator: Holly, this is a bold step on your way to admitting you are a Wackaroni.HGH: The fuck? I ain't no Wackaroni! I came here to confess my sins for listening to That (points
Common: I'm Your Dreamgirl 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Hello children. I've FINALLY seen the movie of the season, and it was well worth the wait! Who knew Mr. "My girl likes to party all the time, party all the time, party all the tiiiime" had a performance like this in him? I was blown away by him and Miss Jennifer. You've seen the reviews or the film itself by now, so there's no point for me to say much else at this point. I will note that the man not getting proper due for his role in the film is Jaleel "Steve Urkel" White; his two-minute-scene alone was worth the price of admission. I will mention that, while the audience clapped for Hudson's "And I Am Telling You", the theatre was pretty quiet after Beyonce have a very good performance of "Listen". One man did yell out "To the left! To the left!". And two women got into a heated debate in the ladies room after the show. Crackish Lady: See, you don't got your fact straight. Aretha Franklin was one of the original Supremes, and Effie was supposed to be her. Do the research. Now, I Read more:Common
A Kwanzaa Tale 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Picture this: Chicago, 2004. I really wanted an I-Pod and I asked my parents to give me one for Kwanzaa
. They said no, it was too expensive. No biggie. Even though all my bougie Howard friends would have gotten I-Pods AND other gifts, I could buy myself one with my refund check. January 1st came and we exchanged gifts. And guess what my mother had for me? Yes, I got a crown. Along with a matching yoke and a pouch to put it all in. I unwrapped it and without saying a word, I put everything on and started doing the Miss America wave. Then I acted as if I was shooting spears at imaginary animals. My dad died laughing, but my mother was not amused.Mom: I'm not buying you shit from now on!HGH: You bought me a crown!!!Mom: I thought you could fold over to make it like a headband, and the yoke would look nice over a black turtleneck.HGH: In Zamunda.Mom: I'm not buying you shit!Good times. So now, every Kwanzaa, I put the crown on. This year, I recived a very lovely mud cloth skirt (in case
Dear Chicago, 1970-01-01 00:59:59 To my hometown:I love you much, though it always hasn't been that way. I never visited anywhere else really, until I got my first glimpse at my current "urea" on a college tour. I didn't give you much thought as a kid. You frustrated me in high school, 'cause there really ain't much to do when you're under 18....until you become 18 and realize you can't do anything until you're 21....then you've moved away.An analogy for Chicago
: you ever been to a party that had all the right elements-dope DJ, cool crowd, plenty of liquor, nice setting-but it just didn't crack? That's how I see you in a lot of ways. On point culturally, great people (obviously), aesthetically pleasing....you just doesn't excite me like I need to be excited. Perhaps I'm too removed: my true formative years (18 to the present) have been spent elsewhere. I haven't got to know my city as an adult. Then there's the plural identities: the city brought the world Chaka Khan, Minnie Ripperton, Common, Kanye, Nale
I'm Not Dead 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Hello blog readers! I know this is the longest that I have ever went without posting and I am VERY sorry! Not that I am so presumptuous to think that people's lives suffered in the wake of my absence, but I know that I hate it when the bloggers I frequent go such a long time without writing. Don't worry: I am okay and I didn't lose my interest in blogging. Shiiit, I haven't gotten this much attention in years, I'm gonna ride this bitch till the wheels fall off! I've been experiencing technical difficutlies with my new (used) laptop.Where do I start? I'm back in the DC urrrrea; my sabbatical to Chicago strenthened my desire to move the hell outta here in the next 1-2 years. As I mentioned previously, I'm rocking a new wig. It's very fun, very Supremes-era Diana Ross (more on that in a minute).I have some new observations about where I live. As some of you know, I reside in Maryland's Pretty Ghetto County. Hyattsville, to be exact. Let me clairify a few things: PGC is actually
Picture Day 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Sister Saluditorian made a very astute observation yesterday: "You and I, we like the 'hood Borat!" That's very true, as we do all types of nuttiness, oft times at the expense of unwitting victims, such as the man in the tacky ass mens store in PG Plaza mall who let us try on fake mink coasts. There are no victims, as the cultural learnings of crazy folks and clueless bammas make for the glorious benefit for the people who read this blog. Is good!Today I will share some photos from our wild journeys through this thing we call life. Must be a lot of po' folk in my hood, because the grocery store had a big sale on Vienna Sausages like they ain't only cost 50 damn cent a can. That's like having a 2-for-1 sale on Ramen noodles! Give us something we need, like three dollars off of salmon or some 99 cent (soy) milk! Sheesh. They even had "chicken" Vienna Snausages, so you can experience the wonderful fusion of poultry and horse, the OTHER other white meat. Yummy. And they had corned bee Read more:Picture
Shoppers Delight 1970-01-01 00:59:59 This evening, I went to Shoppers Food Warehouse, a discount grocery store by the crib. When I first went to one of their locations, I was turned off by the look of the store. It's all orange-y brown, and I half-expected to see food from the 70's there. But it's a cool spot to get (most) groceries for significantly less than the regular chains. It's always some shit when I go to Shoppers. Usually some restless children there; last week, I spied on this older woman who seemed to be losing patience with her rowdy grandsons. "Y'all, quit it" became "I told y'all to stop playing" and, finally "I'm beating y'all ASSES when we get home!" The kids weren't that bad, in my opinion. One even handed me my cell phone battery when I dropped it. But I am a softie. Then there was the little girl and boy, about 5 years old, who laid down on the middle of the floor and played dead. The lady with them was so embarrassed, she tried to ignore them. Probably because I was DYING of laughter. Another
I Think Black Men Hate Us, Part One: Cookies and Love Songs 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Another bad analogy:Have you ever been eating a small portion of something, and had someone come ask your if they could have some? Or, say you have a little bag of chocolate cookies. Then, here comes some girl you really don't know that well, and she's got a bag of vanilla wafers. But, she decides she wants some of YOUR measly supply of chocoalte cookies. Your bag wasn't big enough to fill you up anyway, and a lot of them are messed up. So the few edible ones you have are precious. A bunch of your cookies are dead, in jail, on drugsm, married, in Iraq or gay. I told you it was a bad analogy. That's what you get for not believing me!I have been trying to sort out my feelings about interracial dating for a long time. I think the cookie analogy is the best I can come up with. I think it's a marked improvement from previous, explicative-filled tirades. Let me tell you a little story. When I was in pre-school, I had two best friends: a little White girl named Corrine and a Black
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I Think Black Men Hate Us, Part Two: More Clarification 1970-01-01 00:59:59 I thought I would move on to something funny or lighter today, but I am still thinking along the lines of what I posted yesterday. I want to start by addressing one of the few comments I got (yeah, what's going on? Why aren't people commenting anymore? I see the stats- people ARE reading. Please, join the discussion). Tasha, BKA La Bella Noire (check out her blog, it's great!)had this to say:I hear what you're saying, and agree to a point. If you look at a lot of the men who don't reserve themselves solely for black women actually appear to be happy. I've also noticed that black women who don't limit themselves to one brand of love, i.e. date whomever regardless of race, also seem happier than the black women who sit there and bitch and moan about how there's a black man shortage. (sorry I have to say it like that...just because he's dating a white woman right NOW does NOT mean he won't date a sista)I'm not ignorant as to think that the answer to the issue is for everyone t Read more:Black
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Holly Would Divorced 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Is This The End?By Lily BlackAssociated Press(AP)1/13/06While celebrity divorces are quite common these days- Brittney and K. Fed, Bobby and Whitney- there are still those couples that seem to be unshakable. That's why the latest pair to call it quits managed to deliver a resounding shock this morning. In a statement released just minutes ago, womanist scribe/cultural critic Sister Toldja has announced the end of her long-term romance with Black Men. Speaking through her lawyer, Toldja (real name: J. Lemieux) has revealed that the demise of the relationship was years in the making, and that she had given all that she could to make things work. In a petiton to the District of Columbia, filed this evening, Toldja cites "irreconsilable differences", "emotional abuse", "neglect" and "reckless abandonment" as the reasons for the split. In an exclusive interview with Toldja's lawyer, the Associated Press managed to obtain further details about the split:AP: So, what happened? Sister Toldj Read more:Holly
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Still Breathing, Of Course 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Hey y'all. I'm sorry for being so behind on posting, reading and responding to messages. I'm really focused on my job hunt right now. Can't be Sista Toldja sitting in a dark house with no phone and no food. And, as most of you are aware, I am going through an ugly divorce right now (details in my last post). Thank you for all the support and well wishes during this most difficult time. There actually was gonna be an entry yesterday, but I accidentally deleted it TWICE! Then I said "fuck it" and went to bedLast night, I attended this weekly open-mic I frequent. It's held in a nice lounge and the crowd is usually real cool. Short of a few contrived spoken-word poets with the standard inflections and delivery, the performers represent some of the DC "urea's" finest. There was a birthday party going on upstairs, which I figured was the reason why there some folks who, uh, didn't quite LOOK like they'd be at an event like this. Not saying everyone had to be a dreadlocked, incense-wa
Still Breathing, Of Course 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Hey y'all. I'm sorry for being so behind on posting, reading and responding to messages. I'm really focused on my job hunt right now. Can't be Sista Toldja sitting in a dark house with no phone and no food. And, as most of you are aware, I am going through an ugly divorce right now (details in my last post). Thank you for all the support and well wishes during this most difficult time. There actually was gonna be an entry yesterday, but I accidentally deleted it TWICE! Then I said "fuck it" and went to bedLast night, I attended this weekly open-mic I frequent. It's held in a nice lounge and the crowd is usually real cool. Short of a few contrived spoken-word poets with the standard inflections and delivery, the performers represent some of the DC "urea's" finest. There was a birthday party going on upstairs, which I figured was the reason why there some folks who, uh, didn't quite LOOK like they'd be at an event like this. Not saying everyone had to be a dreadlocked, incense-wa
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