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What The F-k Are We Saying? 1970-01-01 00:59:59 I love, love, love Lenny Kravitz. I didn't start buying his music until 5, which was the record that got a lot more Black listners on him. I guess because he tapped his R&B influence a little more? I dunno, but it's a hell of an album. I went on and bought everything he made prior and the two fucktastic records after. My whole junior year of high school, I listened to Lenny Kravitz every single day. I copied all of his CDs to my computer and kept my "Lenny's Hits" mix on constant rotation.One of the songs I like a lot is "What The Fuck Are We Saying". Ironically, I have no clue what this song is in fact saying. It must have been one of those weed-induced writing sessions that inspired it: Lenny: Dude, like......what the fuck, man? You know? (puff, puff, pass)Other guy: I know? Like.....are we living or dying (inhale).....what's gonna happen next? (exhale) What are we doing?Lenny: The government is like.....dude. You know?Sober guy: What the fuck are you guys talking about?Yes, that
Each Day, An Adventure.... 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Guess where I went to-daaaay? Yup. National Wholesale Liquidators. And if you saw the pictures from the the last time I went to NWL, you know that some sort of craziness ensued.Again, for those who don't know (and who are missing out on what I think is my funniest post ever by not clicking the link above), NWL is like a hood Wal-Mart. Some of the stuff is great, other items are complete and utter garbage. The store often smells like the meat section of a ghetto grocery. Don't act like you've never been in one. You know what I'm talking about: not the major chains, like Safeway/Dominicks, but the grimy little ones that get shut down by the city and the Rainbow Coalition. Anyway, imagine that smell with major bargains. You'll forgive the smell. And the second worst site on the internet (the first will be discussed very soon).I went to get two items: a new Brita picture ( I somehow lost mine) and a blender ( I need to add variety to my functional alkie repitoire). I found a decent Read more:Adventure
Poor Design! 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Do you ever feel like you are the only smart person in the world? Maybe not the only one, but perhaps one of the few? I do. A lot. People just have a way of doing incredibly stupid shit. It blows my mind. Now, before you start to think I'm some sort of intellectual elitist snob, let me say that I, too have done fair share of fuckery. Here are five of my least proud moments:1) Choosing an apartment on the "terrace" level. Yes, the rent is cheaper, but the windows are glued shut. Which is a good thing, as the bottom of the windows is level with the grass outside, meaning even a three year-old could literally jump in my apartment without injury. Lowkey, that might be kinda funny to watch.....2) Purchasing a 1989 Jeep Grand Cherokee for $300, riding dirty with fake tags for two months and being surprised when the car died, despite the fact that I was explicitly warned by a friend that if I bought the car, I would officially be "the dumbest Negro on the face of the earth". Abandoning said
On My Way To Crazy 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Today I took a trip to Target with my good homegirl, Sister Spottieopiedopalicous (hey girl!). Surprisingly enough, it was an afternoon without incident. As I tend to do during our longer car rides, I shared a few childhood stories with her. She really likes hearing them, so I thought I'd share a couple with y'all. The Slap Heard 'Cross The World- Look at this little girl: What a sweet little child! Who could ever mistreat such a cutie? What sort of monster?A monster of a little boy we shall call "That Bitch".When I was in first grade and That Bitch was in the third, we rode same school bus. Each and every day, That Bitch found a way to rob me of my youthful joy. I was deathly afraid of worms; how That Bitch found this out, I do not know. Probably because whenever I saw one, I would cry and squeal like.....well, like a six-year-old girl. Armed with this information, That Bitch would make sure I saw every single worm on the ground as we walked to and from the bus and would even pick Read more:Crazy
Causing Trouble In The House of L. Ron Hubbard 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Hello. I don't have anything for you today. I just got back from Tom and Katie's wedding and I am WHUPPED! I thought I would re-post this piece from the vaults. This summer, a friend (Brother Target) and I went to the DC home of the Church of Scientology. Madness ensued. Luckily, the Cruises have forgiven me and I am sure God has too. Enjoy! Today my buddy and I decided to stop in a local Church of Scientology. I guess this would be the flagship location for the Church (notice respectful use of capitalization). We just wanted to look around, but we were strongly encouraged to join a tour of the building that was already in progress. There were pictures of L. Ron everywhere, following him from his childhood as a Boy Scout to his sucessful career as a science fiction writer, to his creation of a church based on science. Ahem.The tour group consisted of three Black women in their early 30s, a white yuppie type, my homeboy and myself. We visited the office of the late Mr. Hubbard
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The World's Oldest Webpage!!!! 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Note: I did two posts today, so when you finish this one, keep reading. By now, you've probaby noticed how much I love the 1990s.In fact, if I could go back in time and live in any decade, it would be the 90's. Or the 1970's. I've always wondered what living through the 70's would be like. I actually did live through the 90's, so I can honestly say I liked it and would like to experience it at the age I am now. It's not like I really need to choose, as if someone's gonna call me and let me know that the 1970s has an opening.Me: Yeah, I'm sorry it took me so long to decide. My answer is yes, I'd love to move to the 1970's!70's Guy: Ouch. I'm sorry Sister Toldja. You see, when we didn't hear back from you right away, we just figured you weren't interested. Actually, as soon as she heard about the drugs and free loving, Paris Hilton signed up.Me: Drugs and free love? I always associated those things more with the 60's.70's Guy: Yeah, that broad is stupid. Don't tell her Read more:World
Cry For You:A Requiem for Jodeci 1970-01-01 00:59:59 PrologueWhen I was a young girl, I isolated a member of damn near every male singing group that I wanted to get with: Shai-GarfieldBell Biv Devoe-BivNew Kids On The Block-JonathanAnother Bad Creation- The one who was about 5 years older than everyone elseTony Toni Tone-Raphael (braces, blouses, cartwheels and all)Mint Condition- The one who married Toni Braxton instead of meBoyz II Men- Mike (in the words of Cash Money artist Teena Marie: "And he got a cane!")My pick from Jodeci was always Devante, the one who never really sang. He was weird, and I liked that shit. I think all the other girls liked Mr. Dalvin (how the fuck did he get to be "Mr."? Nobody else had that title. I wonder if he ever felt silly as they were announced: "Presenting Jodeci: K-Ci, Jojo. Devante and....the fuck? Uh, Mr. Dalvin?"). He never did it for me. The ShowI bought every Jodeci tape (yes, tape, until the last record) and loved the hell out of them. Not as much as my homegirl who recently schlepped to Vegas f Read more:Requiem
Porn Again 1970-01-01 00:59:59 I went to a strip club tonight. A female strip club. And it wasn't the first time.I'll give a moment for my regular readers to allow their heads to explode.And another, for them to clean up their monitors. Enjoy the sounds of "Where Them Dollas At?" by Gangsta Boo elevator music, as we wait.On three occasions, I have been to what is commonly reffered to as a 'bullet wound' gentlemen's club titty bar strip club in Washington, DC. When I was a college freshman, my roomate and I innocently peeked our heads in to such an establishment and ran away giggling. Now of age, my curiosity brought me back. And fun brought me back two more times: the first time with an all female group and twice more in mixed company. Oh, and once with a guy I was messing with. Who I met in a strip club in the first place I'm not sexually interested in women, though they are interesting to look at in this venue. And for some reason, I feel like the presence of women in these clubs (particularly ones Read more:Again
Looks Like Another Love T.K.O...... 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Tonight, I watched the Bears game at a sports bar with some of my homegirls. Oh yeah, we beasted the Giants at the end. We on top of the NFC, just like we supposed to be. Come on homie, we Chicago!Anyway, the conversation inevitably turned to boys. Boos, to be exact. I briefly lamented my need to find one, as the Textin'n Bandit has yet to put in a satisfactory application (and yes, he is still textin' me). So you can imagine my excitement when I came home to find this message from a stranger in my Myspace inbox: hi you doing hit me when you get this message Oh my goodness! He says I'm "doing", whatever that means. Maybe that's some Maryland slang for "you are a beautiful Black queen". Who is this unknown poet, this secret Ja Rule-ian scribe who found his way to me? Heart racing and palms sweating, I rushed to to his page to find out more.My potental paramour- let's call him Leroy- had this to say in his "About Me" section: What it do it's your boy (Leroy) on here laid back yo Read more:Looks
Chante's Got A Man 1970-01-01 00:59:59 .....and that's a good thing, cause I don't how the hell she could keep any homegirls acting the way she doChante Moore is one of my favorite singers; not in terms of the number of records she's made that I like, but rather her voice. I hated it when she tried to dumb her sound down with that horrible Jermaine Dupri-produced "Straight Up". Moore has one of the best voices of her genration, in my opinion. Her stuff with her hubby, Kenny Latimore is cool and classy. And they are really cute together. Or, at least in promo pics, 'cause I don't really know them like that.Anyway, "Chante's Got A Man", which was a hit in 1999 is one of my favorite songs by Moore.¹ However, these are the cruelest lyrics spoke to a woman short of "Bitch Betta Have My Money". Listen to how Moore chooses to console a friend who is less lucky in love than she: Chante's got a man at homeAnd he's sure good to me That's great, Te' Te'. I knew you would find someone. But we gotta talk. Me and Mike ar
I Come Bearing Gifts 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Yo. Today, I am in a cranky mood for a number of reasons. Mainly, this damn toothache. That said, this post is gonna be a) brief and b) somewhat unfocused. But I've got a few cool things to share. It's like when Oprah gives out thousands of dollars worth of freebies to her studio audience. Only better, because it is me.1) Sacha Baron Cohen for Premier!!!- Borat fever has swept the nation, but those of us who are truly cool have been hip to Cohen's humor for a while. I'm not gonna lie, my dad put me on to "Da Ali G. Show" and the first time I saw it, I didn't realize this was satire. Luckily, I gave it another chance. Here is one of my favorite clips:Personally, I think the Ali G. character is way funnier than Borat. But I understand why the Kazak was a better choice for a full length film. I hear he's making a straight FOOL out of ignorant Americans of all creeds and colors in the film and I can't wait to see it! Apparently, some of his "victims" are pissed. I would be too had Read more:Gifts
Ikea: My Vietnam 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Why is it that no other company has tried to rival Ikea? Why is this abhorrent Swedish meatball of Hell the only mega-retailer of cheap-ass D.I.Y. furniture in the whole 'effin world? Why must I continue to go there when I hate, hate, hate it???Now, some of y'all are probably offended by my stance, as Ikea lovers tend to rival European Michael Jackson fans in enthusiasm. Before you get your Skaaagenflagen curtains in a bunch, please understand that I, too am a loyal Ikea customer. But that's only because there's no competiton! If there was a better retailer of cheap furniture of marginal quality, I bet you'd join me there in a heartbeat. The Top Five Reasons I Hate Ikea:5) It's Too Damn Big. There is no reason for anyplace in the world, short of an airport or college campus, to be that large. It's overwhelming. Every section manages to look exactly the same, though the products may be totally different. There aren't enough signs, arrows, guide dogs in the world to make Ikea ea Read more:Vietnam
Two Occasions 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Yesterday was the 40th anniversary of the Black Panther Party, which my father was a member of. It was also my mother's 58th birthday. Those two occasions ultimately led to the creation of one of the world's greatest treasures: me. Today is Thanksgiving, a day that children are foolishly led to believe that the Native Americans and the Pilgrims had a fantabulous turkey and maize dinner. I guess the part about the Natives catching "the itis" after dinner and curling up under smallpox blankets to go to sleep ruins the Hallmarketability of the holiday. This is the first Thanksgiving I am spending away from Chicago. Instead, I'm in Brooklyn chilling with friends. Thanksgiving is kinda wack with my family anyway. My dad's other two daughters will be with their mom's family. My dad will be with his wife and her kids and he has no siblings. My mom has a large family, most of whom became Jehovah's Witnesses as adults. So I've never had a big Thanksgiving with my own brood. We usually go
Best. Song. Ever. 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Tonight, I went to my favorite bar, where I was tickled to meet one of my favorite bloggers, Leon. His blog inspired me to step my game up and take the whole blogging thing more seriously; if you haven't read him, you are missing OUT! I felt like a complete NERD meeting someone because we recognized each other from the "net, but at least it wasn't from Black Planet!Anyway, someone played one my fave Bobby Brown songs on the jukebox, which led my guy-friend LB to mention one of my other Bobby faves: "On Our Own". Now, anyone in their early-twenties should remember this JAM from Ghostbusters II: Too hot to handle, too cold to hold/they're called the Ghostbusters and they're in control….. You should also remember Bobby's line from the movie: "Ay, y'all think you can get my little brother one of those proton packs?" Cinema magic.The late 80's/90's jams continued, and I once again had to lament the sorry state of music and the lack of timeless songs that come out
My First Revolution 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Hey kids. Don't think I forgot about "cha. Today wasn't a particularly eventful day, so I am forced once again to dredge up more absurd childhood memories. One night, when I was about five, I asked my mother to take me to Pizza Hut for dinner. She told me no and I was very, VERY upset. They used real cheese back then. I couldn't understand why she said no: there was a Pizza Hut in my neighborhood, we knew how to get there and I wanted some pizza. Never mind that it was after dark and raining. And we didn't have car. In my mind, there was no reason I should be denied my Pizza Hut. To add insult to injury, dinner was something particularly crummy: baked chicken, mashed potatoes and corn. Toys and warm bed be damned, I wasn't trying to live in a house where I couldn't have Pizza Hut on demand. I grabbed a plastic grocery bag and filled it with some Matt's cookies (the bomb-ass fake Oreos they stopped making), a blanket, a baby doll and my life savings. Hopefully, five doll Read more:First
Club Flub b/w The $300 Car 1970-01-01 00:59:59 I'm not enjoying clubbing like I used to. No, I'm not growing out of it, 'cause I just grew IN to it! But I have been consistently disappointed by my last few excursions, including three nights in NYC last week. DJs are really starting to suck. They all use CDs now, which I think is LAME. But even if you are cutting on the F1s and F2s, you can still rock the house. Matter of fact, it should be easier, cause you can download any damn song in the world for FREE! It's not right....but it's okay with me, as long as you don't keep playing that Hip-Pop, top 40 crap. Friday night, we took a journey in to a different side of da club. The homies, Sister Wingman and Sister Spottieottiedopalicious, and I went to two seemingly different clubs:one Black and one White. They had something in common- they both sucked. The Black club, which I will be kind and call "Boulevard" as undoubtebly one of y'all likes it, is my second-most hated night spot in DC. The venue is big, nicely decorated and pr
Sister Toldja Says Just Say No! 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Hello kids. I hope the weekend treated you well. Mine was mostly uneventful, albeit in a plesant way. And I did get further confirmation that my team can kick your team's ass. I'm practicing the Super Bowl Shuffle as we speak. I thought I would offer a little advice for the coming week. There are a few things out there that you may be dying to try, and I want to save you from making any bad choices. Think of it as a Consumer Reports meets public service announcement type of thing.1) Domino's "Oven Baked" Brownie Squares AKA "Warm Brownies"I had heard one too many advertisments for these things, and my curiosity was piqued. How I thought Domino's, which can't even get pizza right, would be able to master baked goods, I don't know. But those "Warm Brownies" were calling my name. I went to my local store and copped an order. When I got home, excited over the pending brownie goodness, I was disturbed to see ten crusty-looking cubes looking up at me. I bit in to one, still optimistic.
So Sick 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Hello kids! Sorry no post yesterday, I'm fighting a nasty cold. The weather has been too weird here in the DC urrea. Today, I was at the gas station and I saw a man arguing with a crackhead. Not strange at all, as we were on Rhode Island Avenue. Nothing but crackheads and Yuppies over there. But then, the man reached in the trunk of his car, pulled out a rifle and pointed it at Tyrone Biggums. Yes, a Elmer Fudd-ass rifle. Biggums walked away for about ten seconds. Then he came BACK. At this point, the driver has put the rifle away and has substituted a small hand-gun. And they are still arguing.What do you do in this situation? The slow ass girl at the window was taking forever to get my change and I wasn't leaving without it. Plus, if I burst out of the lot too fast, the gun nut might have gotten scared and put a few holes in my car. Now, for someone who was literally ducking behind cars during the sniper shootings of 2002, I kept it pretty calm and watched quietly while pretending
Black People:This Is Your Conscience.... 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Hi blog readers! I am still in Brooklyn, and I really never want to leave! Unfortunately, I will be returning the Urrrea tommorrow AM. I'll share more about my trip, and the inevitable craziness, then. For now, I'm taking a break from the jokes and posting something I wrote a couple days ago when I was pissed. I didn't post it sooner because I didn't like it. But, oh well. If you want to read something funny, skip this one and read "Worst Date Ever". Peace!Hello brothers and sisters! This is your conscience speaking, manifested in the physical form of one 'Sister Toldja'. Yes, this is your actual collective conscience talking to you. What? Didn't know you had one? Well, a lot of people seem to disregard my existance. Black
, white and otherwise. But I am here, indeed.I'm not gonna lie to you- I'm not in the best of shape these days. The righteous indignation of slavery kept me strong for quite awhile. And Jim Crow laws, segregated schools, sufferage issues, etc. kept me clear f
Skillets and Tantrums 1970-01-01 00:59:59 This is the story I wrote yesterday, and had to re-write due to internet difficulties. Sorry if some of the usual subtleties and nuances are gone.As I mentioned before, I am on sabatical from being a member of the workforce. I like to think of myself as a single, childless housewife.....but, really I'm just a gal looking for a gig. Anyway, I've been using this time to cultivate my inner domestic goddess. Last week, I purchased a set of Martha Stewart Living cast iron skillets. Any cook will tell you that cast-iron skillets are the way to go....or not, because I just made that shit up. But I always thought they were better than non-stick ones. With my new cookware, I could promote myself from "okay cook" to "future trophy wife". Not that my pursuit of culinary excellence is soley for the purpose of landing a man, of course. Ahem.Yeah, I was gonna be unstoppable with my new skillets. I had dreams of making all sorts of delicasies, from goat-cheese omelets to candied yams. I was gonna b
The Ruler's Back 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Hey, kids! Miss me? Sorry I've been ghost, but I spent the last four days in New York. I'll definitely say it was an eye-opening trip. I'd been to NYC before, but never Brooklyn and Harlem. The feeling I got in those places was the same that I got when I first visted Howard University as high school junior: "This is where I'm supposed to be". That said, I'm trying to move to Brooklyn in September 2007. I'll leave it at that, 'cause I'd hate to harp on my relocation plans, and then read this three years later and be like "Fuck! I'm STILL in DC!!!". Or worse, still just outside of DC....The craziness was at a minimum, by my standards. I've had far nuttier things happen to me in DC. But there were a few notable moments:-The driver on the Peter Pan bus we took to the city was a jolly Indian guy who announced in a thick accent that his name was Benjamin, but "we could call him Ben, but not Bin Laden". That shit cracked me up. He then told a long joke about the Presidential Thanks Read more:Ruler
Gentrification: We Live In The Suburbs, Baby 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Due to GENTRIFYING DEVILS, I- city girl number ONE, now live in a suburb. Ain't that a bitch? Now, this is my first one bedroom, so I am super fucking geeked over that. And I'm literally 5 minutes outside the city. But it's not fair!!!!!!For real, y'all. Once again, Black (and Brown) people have sat back and let the white man come and take what he wanted and leave us with the scraps. Some of us were honestly powerless, some were railroaded and bamboozled, others didn't give enough of a fuck to do anything about it. I wish I had done....something. What, I don't know, but something. I was in high school when gentrification phenomenon became crazy obivious to me in my hometown (Chicago). As my neighborhood was racially and economically mixed (on some gangbangers meet college deans meet back of the house restauraunt staff meet Louis Farrahkhan type stuff- LOVE IT!), the effect there wasn't as profound. Although some apartments went condo leaving some of the lower-income peeps out co Read more:Suburbs
Worst Date Ever. 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Hello all! Now, I am in the midst of writing a serious piece about some stuff that is bothering me right now. I'll just say, Black people, I am coming for that ass!!!! But I don't like to let a day go by without putting something up here, so I will dig into the mental archives a few months and share yet another tale of woe.So, there was this guy I met in a bar; let's call him Steve. Honestly, his name might be Steve. Damned if I remember. Anyway, Steve made eye contact with me a few times, despite the fact I was with a few male friends. Eventually, he caught me by himself and sparked a conversation. I wasn't instantly attracted, despite the fact that he was pretty cute. He seemed to be about 5'7, 5'8. I'm 5'9 and I stand 6'0 in heels. A shorter guy has to be dope as Hell to really impress me. I'm not even that shallow, it's just a matter of my comfort. I don't wanna feel like no giant!Well, we chatted for a few minutes and I found out that he had a degree, but was working
A Few Things. 1970-01-01 00:59:59 This month's issue of GQ:Yes, I am a loyal GQ reader. I love the men's clothes and the articles are damn good. Yes, sometimes there are pictures of women in panties, but it's not nearly as gratutitous as the amount of nekkid women in the Black men's mags, all of which are trashy as hell. What happened to Ebony Male? Why can't Essence make a brotherly rag?Anyway, Jay-Z was on the cover, as he is one of the "Men of The Year". I'm so beyond over Jay, it's not funny. My over-ness has nothing to do with his mainstream appeal. I loves me some Lupe Fiasco and damn, it feels good to see people up on it. I've written enough about Jay, so I'm not gonna say much else about him. I will mention that I heard Kingdom Come this weekend, and it was fucktastic.The thing that struck me in the interview/obligatory Jigga ball massage that GQ offered was a quote from Gweneth Paltrow. Apparently, Jay asked her to perform "Song Cry" with him in London. The fuck? I actually heard Paltrow's version of
The Hate List, Vol. 1 1970-01-01 00:59:59 As my health improves, my hate strength is returning. And as some of y'all know, my hate hand is STRONG. I don't hate ON people, I HATE people. Since I hate too many jive turkeys to fit in one entry, today I begin a hate list that I'm sure will grow for years to come. You will regale your grandchildren with tales of who I hated when you were young and y'all can eat cookies and they can share with you who I currently hate. The Hate List: Wanksta Edition Ice-T-My hate for this man goes back many years. What people don't know is that the first incarnation of Ice-T was that of a politically aware, social critic-type rapper. He once was known for condemning drugs, homophobia and the attack of Koreans during the 1992 LA riots. It should have been no surprise that he was cast as the Black Power cop in "New Jack City". But by 1994, Ice-T had completely converted over to the church of Gangsta Rap, as made evident by the controversial song "Cop Killer". Pure ignorant foolishnes
The Odd-esy 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Sane ain't my claim to fame.There are a number of things about me that have permanently barred me from the group of humans that are considered to be "normal". My passion for all things 90s would be one of them. My newly discovered crush on Lionel Ritchie may be another. Instead of attempting to change to fit the norm, or outcasting myself as "the other", I simply accept my uniqueness and ride. Because, at the end of the day, I AM fresher than your guy and flyer than your girl.But there are a few things about me that raise even MY eyebrows. I'll subject myself to your criticism, for fun.1) Lose My LunchI get nauseous VERY easily. Most people don't know this, because the few times I have mentioned it, I felt like I was giving drama for no reason. But the things that make me nauseous are kinda odd. The smell of thrift stores, holy moley! I would have so much more cool shit if I could put up with the smell of dead women's draws.Pork also gets me, every time. I was very poor not long ag
Hate List: Special Edition 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Hello all! Man, we had a sucky night of clubbing last night. As we started the weekend festivities for my homegirl's birthday, we went to the same Friday spot we end up at waaaaay too often. Let's call it "Hate". The DJ's at hate are sometimes on it and sometimes freaking horrible. Last night the music was BEYOND wack. WTF is up with DJ's spinning sets of 2004 music? Was 2004 some golden year of Hip-Hop and I just didn't notice it? Boo. Step your game up. Ice Cube performed. Yes, this beyond ironic as he was Hate-listed mere days ago. But he did manage to confirm all of my suspicions. I'm telling you, if ANY of y'all thought this man was a "gangsta", this show would have deaded that. First, let me mention that WC was his hypeman. Yeah, there were TWO forty-year-old men huffing and puffing about whilst they try to convince us that they "still got it". No, they don't. My girl and I weren't impressed and walked away. Cube actually would have been the highlight of the night.....u Read more:Special
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Life Is But A......Beach Chair? 1970-01-01 00:59:59 A day like most others......Today, my homegirl (who wishes to remain nameless today) and I chilled around my house and made tasty rum cakes for ______'s birthday (insert the name of my homegirl who I have yet to come with a good nickname for. After purchasing the goods, we headed to Checkers to grab brunch (or whatever your first meal of the day is called at four in the afternoon). Both drive-through lines were packed, so I have the dumb-ass idea to use the walk-up window. The woman nearest the register looked at me like I had a disease and made me wait 10 minutes until someone else noticed me and took my order. That shit was ridiculous. I wanted to beat that broad's tail. I know they were busy, but she kept giving me this evil-ass side eye glance. Like "You? Oh, I ain't giving you shit." I am a nice person, why do people do this to me? Last time I ordered a pizza for pick-up, the shit was all wrong. When I showed it to the gentleman at the counter, he told me it was my fault, becau Read more:Beach
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My Gangbanging Days 1970-01-01 00:59:59 I totally had something in mind for today's post, but I completely forgot what it was. I'll share this little gem instead.Picture this: Chicago, 1997. My crew of girls and I were tighter than ever. We spent all of our free time on the phone and all of our class time talking and passing notes. There were about 8 of us in total, plus a few associates. For all of my years listening to Tribe and De La, 1995-1997 found me super geeked over the Bad Boy camp. Especially Puff (*VOMIT*) and Lil' Kim. With my one homegirl and I as the masterminds, my crew of girls christened ourselves "The Bad Girl Mafia".We all had "bitch" names (this is so sad); I was the Queen Bitch, a la Lil Kim. There was Miss Bitch, Princess Bitch, Lady Bitch…..so sad. I think there was a Ghetto Bitch, as well. One of my friends refused to be a "bitch" and opted for I.P: International Playa. So, so sad…Despite the names, we weren't REALLY a gang, of course. Just a bunch of honors students who enjoy
This and That 1970-01-01 00:59:59 I try not to criticize other people's food choices, with the exception of pork (eeeewwww). As a consumer of tofu, wheat protien, wheat gluten, textured vegetable protien and other products dressed up as meat, egg and cheese sammiches from 7-11 and other delicacies people may find abhorrent, I have learned to say 'to each his own'. But I seen some shit in Subway today that was just apalling. This couple each ordered foot-long subs, with chicken meat. The man got DOUBLE meat and didn't want the sub cut in half. They each had mayo, jalepeno peppers, lettuce, tomatoes, olives, cheese, pickles and chipotle sauce. And the chicken was marinated in some kind of sauce. It was sooo gross! The man's sub couldn't even close! The third lady with them had a tuna foot-long and the total came to $25!!!! They coulda went somewhere nice! Well, maybe not....but a few extra bucks coulda sent them to the Olive Garden. And wouldn't have made me gag.So, I'm starting this fast tommorrow. It's one of
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