Monday, May 29, 2006

Miscellaneous Thoughts-Celebrity Edition 2, Happy Memorial Day

So does it strike anyone else as odd that since their recent addition to the country of G-Unit, MOP are the only citizens that have yet to release an album or at the very least a single? I mean come on, Olivia (albeit the fact that she's Fifty's b*tch) is getting airplay. COME ON!!!

If D4L, Rick Ross, Webbie, and Dem Franchize Boyz are his competition, TI truly is the King of the South.

Speaking of the South, Sammie is still alive. Whoda thunk.

Shockingly, Killa Season is actually a pretty decent album.

As is Mobb Deep's Blood Money. Actually, that album is dope as hell, I'm seriously understating. It's not the same slick lyrics and fire lines, and at times the G-Unit presence can be a little heavy, but overall, it's pretty good. (Cocaine in the pot, baking soda, water hot, when the ice cubes drop, look at that, that's crack!)

Now Ray J's first song, One Wish, blew harder than Paris Hilton on videotape in a rented hotel room. But his latest effort, What I Need, is pretty decent. I mean, his voice still sounds weaker than a cup of watery McDonalds coffee (not that I drink it) but the beat and the lyrics flow pretty well together. Not the video so much because I'm not really a fan of birdchests but you all know how that goes.

After watching that new Pepsi commerical, I am sure it is long overdue for Mariah's next breakdown.

Speaking of breakdown, Beyonce is doin the damn thng but is anyone else worried about her mental state? The girl is working overtime. And since she's only "23" eventually, isn't all that jetting about going to get her down?

Did anyone watch Oprah's Legends Ball? I'm pleasantly shocked to report there were actually black people present.

Does anyone still listen to the Dixie Chicks?

I want to be divorced the way Kimora and Russell are.

Juelz Santana will be opening a soda shop in my neck of the woods. Okay, technically TwoFifth ain't my neck of the woods but I'm close enough and its still in Harlem. So there. Every other borough gets to claim niggas so I'm stakin out. This is in addition to his new clothing line and the clothing store he already owns up the block from me called Santana's Town.

Why is everyone acting like Janet Jackson did something special to lose all that weight? "I ate less and exercised more." Oh my God, there is another way?!

Seeing as I am extremely unhappy with the turn of evnets of the Season Finale of American Idol, I am not going to comment on Taylor the Hick. Alls I am going to say is "Ladies and gentlemen, start your Geritol."

How do you name what is going to be undoubtedly the finest baby in the world after a damn dog?

Word has it that there is some trouble in the Jones/Reynolds camp. Now I am not one for the breaking up of marriages, not me at all, but I am against...well, you know. Dane Cook says it best...

Signing off for the evening. I hope ya'll enjoyed your holiday as much as I did bitches. If you like, you can email me, I'm available, and I will answer you back in a day or so.
Feel free to give me a call, NO TEXT MESSAGES PLEASE.

...And The Tears Keep Rolling Down My Face

Paris Hilton says her upcoming album will be a mix of reggae, pop and hip-hop, with the first single being a reggae song called "Stars Are Blind."
Hilton will also do a remake of the Rod Stewart song "Da Ya Think I'm Sexy?," she was quoted as saying in the June issue of Hong Kong magazine Prestige.
"The whole album has so much different music on it. I like all music. It's not like I only like pop or only rock. I want to have something for everybody," Hilton said.
Hilton said she wrote the lyrics to seven of her songs. The article didn't say how many songs are on the album.
She said she had to overcome shyness to become a singer.

"I have always had a voice and always known I could sing, but I was too shy to let it come out. I think that is the hardest thing you can do, to sing in front of people. When I finally let go and did it, I realized it is what I am most talented at and what I love to do the most," Hilton said.
Prestige reported the single, "Stars Are Blind," will be released this month by Warner Records and her own label Heiress Records, followed by a full album later this year.

Tick, tock, tick, tock...Okay, now music is officially /\/\/\/\/\/\____________________ dead.

In other hip hop news, apparently Diddy can't get enough of himself. He is planning to launch a new reality dance-that's right, Diddy and dance in the same sentence and the same room-show to air on MTV. If I'm not mistaken, J.Lo should be hanging around somewhere... I guess "I thought I told you that we won't stop" was an omen.

Just Popping In To Say...

RIP Paul Gleason 1944-2006
Best known for his work as Principal Richard Vernon in The Breakfast Club, Gleason died from a rare form of lung cancer yesterday at Providence Saint Joseph Medical Center in Burbank, California. He was 67.

yet another random jim jones post

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah i love that nigga :) hi BabyD :)

Dude, Where's My Car?

So I'm up tonight watching Harold And Kumar Go To White Castle. Let (okay, I'm switching to the no punctuation mode) me just tell you that this has got to be one of the funniest things ive ever seen in my life. i am over here dying right now, this has got to be the most retarded thing ive ever seen. and you have to be stoned to watch it, too, and im talking that extra potent piff that puts you to sleep in an hour. that kind. ive got a white owl sitting around my room somewhere...

ive been writing, the d word is coming along quite well. thanks for asking. my new album is mobb deeps blood money.

the new joke is "this is so extreme."

ive been a super shopaholic for the past few weeks. ive bought shoes, food, tee shirts, music, hair care products, mostly food though, paid for gas, bought white tees, its really sad. im paying everything off on time and all that, its just very cool having a card that you can pay off later and buy sh*t now. and since i get aid every week im not really too worried about all that debt sh*t. as you can probably tell, im super drunk so im going to end this post but i just want ya'll to know that (in the indelible words of Lenny Williams) i loooooooooooooooooooove youuuuuuuuuuu. :)

Saturday, May 27, 2006

Shut Up, B*tch

So I figured its time for me to break my posting hiatus and cough up my two cents regarding Madonna and her recent "performance." I didn't see the concert but I'm hearing that she appeared on stage on a giant cross as if she were being crucified. Apparently the church really did want to crucify her afterwards.
PEOPLE, let's remember that Madonna and her career (although I love old girl to pieces) are one big publicity stunt. Why are we acting like anything she does still shocks us? And then again, the church hasn't exactly liked Madonna since her "Like A Prayer" days, remember? Either love her, or leave her alone.

Branjelina gave birth to a baby girl, insanely dubbed
Shiloh Nouvel Jolie-Pitt. Gwen Stefani followed suit, ending her ninteen month pregnancy by giving birth to a baby boy, Kingston James McGregor Rossdale. Therapy anyone? Can we all let go of that collective breath we've been holding?

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Honey Dip

Honey Dip is back in rare form, folks. Okay, maybe not rare form, but I made it out of the bed and managed to have a productive week. I did my hair, went shopping, going to get inked on Friday or Saturday; Saturday I think though, because then I can pay my phone bill at the same time as I'm on the way there. Remind me to buy a book of bus tickets and an unlimited MetroCard. Thanks.
Now that I'm trying to make myself feel better mentally, I'm feeling sucky physically. I was in Delaware with my homies the other day and when I got back I had sh*t coming out of every oraface (spell check) on my body. It was so gross.
And I gotta pay my phone bill.
AND I lost my iPod. I don't remember if I left it here or in Delaware though.
And I dropped seventy bucks in between the two places as well.
And I quit smoking. (Happy BabyD?) Not because it was killing me, no f*ck that but because it was getting expensive. So as soon as I can afford it, I'll probaly be right back on that. I couldn't give two sh*ts about the iPod, I can always get another one, its the money I'm pissed about. That sh*t was how I was getting to work this week. Bummer, man.
So as soon as I get over this cold, I'll be back to normal. I'll be making calls to you loverly people as soon as I cut my phone back on. Til then, ta ta.

And I met a guy. :)

Tuesday, May 09, 2006


Another one bites the dust.
I guess I'm in a state of shock right now since I'm not as mad as I thought I would be. I don't even know what I thought I would be, I just know my mind is all scrambled right now and I've had "The Love We Had (Stays On My Mind)" on repeat for an hour. Of course, I haven't called to find out what was going on but in my present state, I'm not really hearing anything but my mind syaing "well, damn."

On a lighter note, I got my work schdule this week. I'll be out all day, so I won't be posting in the afternoon.

My stomach is in knots.
I hope this goes away soon.
Love you guys, peace.

Sunday, May 07, 2006

If You Look In My Life And See What I've Seen

I take back everything I've ever said about Lil Wayne.
I was bored as green ish the other day so I decided to peruse through the old Vibe Mag I had laying around. (Translation: You know you know you're gonna be in the bathroom for a good minute so you decide to take some entertainment in there with you?)
Last month's issue sat down and interviewed Weezy F. I was shocked and amazed by how real it was. Here I was expecting it to sound like every other interview: boring, repeptitive, and scripted. But I was wrong. He was real, as if he didn't give a damn that millions of people were going to be reading it. I hate it when people give those interviews and spend the entire time trying to cover things up. (Jeffrey Atkins, we know ALL your BI 'round here...)
He was open and honest and if you're trying to get to know a rapper and get down with his style, knowing what he is and what he's about is the first step. The kid had an interesting life. And he's come a long way since 11 years old. Who else is president of their own ish at 23 after starting out at 11? Give him his props, yes I did. So after I read the interview, I sat back down and listened to Tha Carter II with an open mind this time.
Pure fire.
And that's all I'm gonna say.

Saturday, May 06, 2006

Miscellaneous Thoughts, God Gave Me Style Edition

You ever have one of those days where you just feel so fly that you're in the mindset like "You can't touch me"? That's how I was feeling today. Mad sick of course, but I seen my shorty so that's all that really matters. And let me be the first to say there is still nothin sexier than a nigga in a wifebeater. *Sigh*

I've been extremely moody for the past couple of days, I don't know if it's PMS, I highly doubt it cuz that shit comes round whenver it feels like and I'm pretty much moody all the time. But it increased when the bi-excuse me, female dog in heat-jacked up my goddamn blow out. I like my hair to look a certain way when I come from the salon and having her destroy a 'do that could've been my ticket to an hour worth of "damn, I love myself" in the mirror was like having someone pour poision in my ears and watch it slosh around in my head. I really wanted to kill her, or say something nasty like "hey, shouldn't you be in DC rallying or something?" But that would've been evil.

I got an iPod. I don't feel like repeating this shit to ya'll when I'm on the phone so it's a black, 1G, 240 song iPod Nano that set me back a buck fifty. So if you ask me anything about it, I swear to god I will hang up on you. The first things to grace it were Diary of A Summer, The Massacre, What The Game's Been Missing and Dru Hill. After reading an article in last months Vibe I decided to give Weezy and Tha Carter II another, unbiased, chance. If it's any good, it will join the myriad of rap albums I uploaded.

Took my mama to The Olive Garden tonight. That was my first time in there, believe it or not. I'm stuffed and the niggaritis is still lingering. I wanted to unbuckle my belt and lay out right there on the spot, but I knew that would be some Ghetto Glenda shit. So I didn't.

Went shopping with my girl Dre yesterday. Between us, we shot through about four hundred dollars in the space of three hours. Whenever we get together, we end up going home with like a million bags. I didn't buy any shoes, that iPod was a real shot in the head, but I did get a bunch of other random shit. Bought shoes today though...

For all ye curious ones, I got the job. I sign the paperwork on Monday and become a fulltime worker by the end of the week. Please do not ask if you can borrow a dollar. Thanks for the support.

Friday, May 05, 2006

Random Jim Jones Post

So I was just in one of those moods, listening to Diary of a Summer (yes, again) and I decided to lighten my mood by making a random Jim Jones post. I'm much better now, thank you for asking. Will be spending the day being a girl tomorrow, so no, don't call me.

Speaking of hip-hop, you ever have this one song you listen to that takes you way back in the day and when you hear it, it kind of rustles up bad memories? I'm now on my Jadakiss, listening to this joint called Still Feel Me. Back when this album was hot, I used to listen to it like ten times in a row. Hearing it again for the first time in two years makes me remember a lot of shit that happened from '04 to now.
Damn, memories are something else. I say bad memories because I was still with my douchebag ex back then. The album came out round the summer time and I copped it then, and we broke up shortly before winter. Smartest move I ever made. Then again, justifiable homicide would've been as well... Yes, it was that bad.

I feel all reminiscent now, like I'm taking a trip down Memory Lane and shit. I know I'm not that old so keep all the young jokes to yourselves. I find it dope that your mind stows things away and pulls them out of the fileroom later on in life. And the fact that these memories are triggered bby sight, smell or sound is also interesting. The shit I was thinking about would never have come back up if I hadn't played this album.
I wonder if I'm going to be depressed as blue fuck when I listen to Diary of a Summer later on this year. Hmm.

Thursday, May 04, 2006


Ya'll know how I have those strange idiosyncrasies, right? One thing I cannot handle when I'm trying to work is that damn hovering. You could be reading, you could not. But the fact remains that I can't have anyone next to, near, by or around me when I work. I don't like having the unnerving feeling that someone is right over my shoulder. I really can't handle that.
I'm about to get into Empire (tentative) and I've got my R. Kelly going so I'm trying to get into my groove. But the kids are doing the late night clean up, because I'll be damned if I do it, before they go to bed. Back and forth, back and forth. To answer your question, DRMami, why I can't write when there's daylight, this is wh. Everyone has to be abed for me to be able to work. (BTW, I'm listening to TP-2, one of only two good albums by this guy, IMO.) If I'm in a better mood tomorrow, I'll post again.

Immigrants, Not Americans, Need To Adapt

This is an editorial a Tampa man wrote and passed on. I received it from the Sister 2 Sister messageboard. Please read and forward all comments to my inbox.

Will we still be the Country of choice and still be America if we continue to make the changes forced on us by the people from other countries that came to live in America because it is the Country of Choice??????

Think about it! All we have to say is, when will they do something about MY

I celebrate Christmas...........but because it isn't celebrated by everyone..............we can no longer say Merry Christmas. Now it has to be Season's Greetings.

It's not Christmas vacation, it's Winter Break. Isn't it amazing how this winter break ALWAYS occurs over the Christmas holiday?

We've gone so far the other way, bent over backwards to not offend anyone, that I am now being offended. But it seems that no one has a problem with that. This says it all!

IMMIGRANTS, NOT AMERICANS, MUST ADAPT. I am tired of this nation worrying about whether we are offending some individual or their culture. Since the terrorist attacks on Sept. 11, we have experienced a surge in patriotism by the majority of Americans. However...... the dust from the attacks had barely settled when the "politically correct! " crowd began complaining about the possibility that our patriotism was offending others.

I am not against immigration, nor do I hold a grudge against anyone who is seeking a better life by coming to America. Our population is almost entirely made up of descendants of immigrants. However, there are a few things that those who have recently come to our country, and apparently some born here, need to understand. This idea of America being a multicultural community has served only to dilute our sovereignty and our national identity. As Americans...... we have our own culture, our own society, our own language and our own lifestyle. This culture has been developed over centuries of struggles, trials, and victories by millions of men and women who have sought freedom.

We speak ENGLISH, not Spanish, Portuguese, Arabic, Chinese, Japanese, Russian, or any other language. Therefore, if you wish to become part of our society, learn the language! "In God We Trust" is our national motto. This is not some Christian, right wing, political slogan.. We adopted this motto because Christian men and women.......on Christian principles........ founded this nation..... and this is clearly documented. It is certainly appropriate to display it on the walls of our schools. If God offends you, then I suggest you consider another part of the world as your new home.........because God is part of our culture.

If Stars and Stripes offend you, or you don't like Uncle Sam, then you should seriously consider a move to another part of this planet. We are happy with our culture and have no desire to change, and we really don't care how you did things where you came from. This is OUR COUNTRY, our land, and our lifestyle. Our First Amendment gives every citizen the right to express his opinion and we will allow you every opportunity to do so! But once you are done complaining....... whining...... and griping....... about our flag....... our pledge...... our national motto........or our way of life....I highly encourage you to take advantage of one other Great American Freedom.....THE RIGHT TO LEAVE.

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Syndicated Incorporated

That was a Weird Al reference, that title in case you were wondering. Look at me, caring again. Anywho, I'm sitting up eating leftovers right (macaroni and cheese and porkchops) and I'm flicking through the channels when I see George Carlin's comdedy special on HBO. It got me to thinking about the TV shows I missed. He was a star on one of them.

Remember this nigga?
I used to breathe Shining Time Station when I was a kid. I loved that show. And for the record, my favorite train was always the mean one, I think it was Gordon. That nigga had the only attitude! He stayed gettin on Thomas and them because he wanted the good jobs so he could show off. I remember the episode where he stole Thomas' cars and then got derailed and had to eat shit when they had to come save him. PURE COMEDY. And the Jukebox Band. *Tear.* And Stacy who like...never worked again...

And then there was this:

But the original though. Not this new shit they've got and it's not even educational anymore. I was flipping past and I had to go back and actually watch it for a minute because I was that dumbfounded. I'm lke get real, what happened to the real Sesame Street? They taught me how to read. And sing with Celia Cruz. What was doper than that? They taught us about death with Mr. Hooper, life with the birth of Gabby, and affirmitive action with the addition of Rosita (whom I can still do without.) And in case you were wondering, yes, Oscar is my favorite. I loved them. My second favorite was Kermit. Which brings me to:

Yes, I loved this show. I think Statler and Waldorf were the best. ('They're not half bad!" "Nope, they're all bad!") That big monster, Sweetums, scared the green and blue hell out of me, on a serious tip. That dude had me running for cover like my name was Basia. (Ya'll don't know nothin about that.) And then there was the Pigs in Space skit. Comedy. And the Flying Zucchinie Brothers...Awww man. Of course, Miss Piggy was my favorite. She was such a diva. Reminds me of someone I know...And best believe when they had Ashanti on there as Dorothy in the Muppets Wizard of Oz, I had me a front and center seat. And I will be copping the DVD come August 9th...On the most sensational inspirational celebrational Muppetational...

And of course, my all time favorite show when I was coming up:

A dedicated ChopHead. I loved her. And Charlie Horse. And Hush Puppy. They were so freakin cute. Except for the Big LambChop. She scared me. I think it was because she never talked. She was just there; she would appear out of this mist and just be there in all her six foot silent hugenes. I couldn't take that as an impressionable six year old. It was hard for me. You noticing a pattern here? I can't take that kind of monstrosity jumping out at me. I didn't like the monster in the Muppet Show, I didn't like Big LambChop, I'm steps from being a grown woman and I'm creeped by the Burger King guy...I just can't do it. (Future reference, I still don't do clowns.)

Moving right along to lighter things:

It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood, a beautiful day for a neighbor. I was pissed when he died, like seriously pissed! I swore by this guy in the early morning hours when there was naught to do but wait for my mama to get home from running some miscellaneous errand. I loved Trolley and the Land of Make-Believe. Tell me why it took me mad long to figure out the whole 'King Friday the XIII' thing. WOW...And his wife was his bitch, I swear! And remember Lady Elaine Fairchild? And Daniel? He was a serial killer in a past life, I'm sure of it. Too soft spoken for my tastes.

And who could forget?
The original though, not the one with that gay ass brother of his. The whole cast was perfect. I love it when we give inanimate objects human qualities. (Damnit what is the word for that?) Mr. Salt and Mrs. Pepper needed to tone it down with the coitus though. It was just them, then it was Paprika, and if I'm not mistaken, there's a Cinammon? My sources, please confirm said subject. Thank you. My two favorite episodes are the ones when Tickety-Tock sneezes her face off and when Green Dog knocks over Blue and Magenta's blocks and they have a fight, both freakin hysterical. That show is a wonder man. Up until they scrapped Steve and brought the Abomination aboard. Two thumbs down, Caeser.

(Last night, we had an argument, afterwards I'm feelin pretty bent, hmm) Sorry, listening to Dru Hill again. Don't mind me.

I'm about to go to a place I'm not sure very many of us recall ever being. If you're a member of this club, please don your jackets. If not, please take cover because its about to get hectic.

Do you remember Professor Iris? You do! O...D... I can't believe how old this shit is. They have the whole cast on that link. Remember Miss Principal? What was really hood with her hair? She used to have them two OD pigtails springing out the side of her head like a crack fiend. My mother would have liked to fell out when she first saw her looking like that.
(You are everything, and I would give you anything...) And the Piano was seriously sheltered from the reality of everyday life. That dude was borderline Blast From the Past. I loved Skeleton because he was an idiot. He was too funny, and something was always falling on him.

And I'm quite sure there is no reason I should've liked this show as a kid...But I did...Remember the Monkees? No, I'm not going to disgrace my page with pictures of Brits (unless its The Who) and Zoobile Zoo? Unhealthy attachments to both, seriously. I think every chld in America with serious issues watched either one of or both of those shows. Wow... I truly enjoyed this trip down memory lane with you loverly people. Maybe we should do it again sometime.

Uh...Moni...if you're still alive, would you mind dropping a line in the comments portion of the page please? Thank you...The same goes for Tahsheerah. And Johnell.

Monday, May 01, 2006

April Showers...Or Lack Thereof

Did it even rain this month? I'm trying to think back and remember opening my umbrella. Yeah, it did rain like twice. I was expecting serious torentially downpurs seeing as we were seriously jipped when it came to the winter we had. Or didn't have. I didn't zip up my coat ONE TIME last winter. WTF kind of crap is that? Freakin sucks.
I should be writing right now; instead I'm listening to Dane Cook (very funny cat) and trying to get motivated. I write four thousand words last night, bringing the word count up from twenty-two thousand and change to twenty-six thousand and change. Yes, it's going quite well, thank you. My sister and I are on the phone discussing random shit. Our dream cars. My dream car has always been a fresh new Cadillac CTS, yes. I will never change that. But if I were truly rich and could truly afford it, I would buy this; the single most beautiful vehicle ever manufactured by man:

Yes. Bow down to it's glory. Isn't she a beaut? I'd name her Hasta LaVista and call her Hasta for short. As in 'I will see you in the dust, bitches'. That's a Saleen S7, kids. Capable of over 200MPH and 0-60 in under three seconds, V8 engine and 750 horsepower. Sure it costs just over half a million dollars but if you're the type of person that can afford a car like that, you're not really worried about price are you? Sheesh, I hate rch people. And don't give me any of that "money doesn't buy happiness" shit, either. That's just something rich people say to make poor people feel good. Just like "beauty comes from within" is somehting they say to ugly people to make them feel good. Yeah, I know the game. Money don't buy happiness but it sure can buy some nice shit.
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Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take and may this song play all the way, through. And if it skip a beat, hit repeat, this the realest shit I ever wrote, this is me. If it skip a beat, hit repeat, This the realest shit I ever wrote, this is me. -Juelz Sanatana, This Is Me, What The Game's Been Missing