Everyone knows

And she knows it yall, I have direct evidence that Rihanna has mixed heritage. She is mixed with Black and Giraffe. That's right people. I first noticed how long her neck was when she posed for a CoverGirl ad. That thing wrapped around the back of my magazine.Yall know her neck is long as crap. They have a word for it in Art History, (ahem: educatedness on display) its called Mannerism. When limbs and bodies are elongated to create a more graceful figure. But she just has it in her neck so...I'm just glad she is embracing her uniqueness. (By puting it in a silver bow tie).

And did you hear MAXWELL is back!! I just got a chill up my spine (a good one). If this man releases an album this year, he will create another national black holiday. The first being Lil Wayne's Tha Carter III. I will have to take off work, its that serious.

Brain Fart

Mental lapses, brain farts, forgetting. Whatever you want to call it I'm having it, doing it, its being done to me. I have a horrible memory for a 25 almost 26 year old. My sister has been on my back for months to find a black shrug in my closet. I haven't done any more than the usual shallow search for it. I got up and eyed my drawers and closet, content that I didn't see it in that compulsory scan, I told her I couldn't find it. Yeah, yeah, I'm a bad sister but I assauged my guilt by telling myself that I would conduct a thorough rescue operation for this missing sweater...after my nap. Well that was about 5 months ago. I keep forgetting. Last night my sister sent 2(!) text messages (her favorite mode of communication these days) about the black jacket. I feel guilty, but wait! This is partially her fault too. She has been knowing me for 25 almost 26 years. She should just come over the house and search for it herself. She gave me a semi-miffed call just a few minutes ago. She chastised me on my cell habits (I don't really use my cell, it just occupies space in my purse, bag, desk) and on not finding this black thingie that she wants so bad.This memory thing is starting to get pesky. In movies its the funny schtick that gives us a few chuckles and we shake our heads and say "that ol such and such, he's a character." In real life people call you worse than such and such. They call me irresponsible. So now when I watch movies I don't laugh anymore when a character forgets, I empathize. And BTW totally off subject but on subject at the same time....50 First Dates was one of the saddest movies of all time. I cried at the end. Yeah, she loves old buddy but she has to meet him over again everyday and he has to condense their life in a video for her to watch EVERYDAY. She has to wake up and find out that she's a mother EVERYDAY, or learn something horrible EVERYDAY. That was one of the saddest things I had ever seen. Bambi's mom had nothing on that. Okay! Toodles

Enough said

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NO NO no no!

If you know me at all you know that I'm torn. Look at that junk above! Michel Gondry's film Be Kind Rewind with Mos Def has !gasp! Dammy Glover in it. That's right I typed Dammy instead of Danny, I'm not cussing I'm just showing my abhorrence for him. Oh well, he looks pretty dry in this picture. Do you think he could NOT sweat in any scenes for a two hour movie? I don't have much faith in him, do you? BTW I saw The Science of Sleep three days ago. Awesome movie, rent it. I want Stephanie's indie nonchalant aesthetic. I'm on my way though I just ordered some astronomically expensive skinny jeans. No, not in the hopes of them making me look skinny. (I mean who wants to look skinny?) I bought them because Anthony Hamilton's hippy (not hippie) wife rocked some at City Stages. Looked indie-neo-soul-rock star awesome! I got an outfit idea in mind. 80's themed tee, black skinny jeans, my fro in a mohawk and some electric fushia or blue flats. Hmm?
Your girl seems to be back, we'll see for how long. byeeeee

Its been a long time...

Since I wrote last lots of things have occured. Started summer class (Intro to 2D Design) and well... nothing else has really happened. Except a lot of thinking and tiredness. Oh! and planning for a big, new, upcoming arrival. Enough about that for now. Anywho!! I haven't changed one bit while I was away, I'm still as random as ever, so I'm gonna show you what my mind has been up to. Here goes:

1. Why is Kim Porter the new celebrity breeder? She has had Al. B Sure's baby and 3 of P Diddy's kids. Ugh, she is throwing women back thousands of years. She is the modern concubine. Please become wifey soon or something lady. Or at least cash in on your talent: creating pretty kids. She passes on hardly any genetic info except to the girls. Any boy she has will be a genetic clone of his father. I can't stop thinking about the tragedy of this rich-from-child-support woman. Al B. is a deadbeat dud but what's P Diddy's excuse? He's supposed to be all business like and professional but he dates celebrities and has a woman to have all his children for him. That's like a new VIP profession right?...someone to clean your house, decorate it, drive your cars, and have your kids. What's a rich guy to do? Ugh!

2. Lil Wayne. Umm, this man has been featured on at least 60 songs lately. And that is no exaggeration. Check this page out: http://www.vibe.com/news/news_headlines/2007/10/weezy_da_fireman/
He's great and all but those tatoos are so over the top. For Lil Wayne's eyes only: Dude your eyelids couldn't even escape? c'mon...meanwhile I love the new cd! But I really hope you are investing wisely and taking your own advice about getting "too comfortable." This industry is fickle, but you survived Cash Money so maybe you can do it.

3. Pharell is the new Dorian Gray in the un-gay way. I'm convinced in the basement of his Miami home there is a picture of an old scrubby dude on the wall underneath a sheet or some kind of shroud. Because who else do you know is 40 (well really 35) and looks 12? Those cheekbones, that skin? Radiant to say the least. Someone accused him of using Lamb's Milk. Hey, that stuff probably works if you can afford it...and we all know he can. Or he just has a deal with the devil for a music career and eternal youth. One or the two.

4. Why did Semi-Pro suck Will Farrell? I knew it was a reason I didn't go see it in the movies. You can and have done better.

5. A new celebrity crush is Sam Sparro. Yummy, he reminds me of James Marsden from X-men. But this dude can sing. Someone just told me he is gay and that he has two cats one named American Idol and the other is named Helen Keller. Humph...well in my mind I still have a chance with him.

6. All things French. I'm doing a personal exploration of French music, culture, I've already been watching the movies. Why? For nosiness sake.

TaTa! I shall leave you with my #7. Santogold. She's great!

Sorry Excuses for …

Man…Sigh… Hey yall,

I just read this bogus-face story on Yahoo(http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20080602/lf_nm_life/books_bachelors_dc).

About how men aren’t afraid of marriage but rather are afraid of making mistakes, afraid of bad marriages. Booooo. Everyone is scared they will have a bad marriage. Lightbulb! Why don’t two people that are deathly afraid of a bad marriage get married? Maybe they will stay nice to one another and be, gasp!, faithful. I don’t believe in this story at all. I think these men like playing the field and don’t want to change in order to become a permanent part of a couple. Don’t get me wrong, I think some of them have been traumatized by seeing their parents divorce or by evil girlfriends…but it didn’t say these men stopped all romantic contact with women. These aren’t celibate men, these men are serial dating just like all the rest, but they just are settling down. And that is sick to me. I mean, who wants a mate who doesn’t want to be married? No one, but these men are just finding scapegoats to make their indecision sound justified. No (shaking my head), I don’t buy it. They should have asked these men if they have children, have mortgages, have serious careers, have real responsibilities. The answer is yes. This is just one thing that its becoming okay for people to shrug out of … life-long commitment to another person. That’s my rant for today. How are you today? Good, bad? Let me know.