Thursday, November 27, 2008

Word Chris?

Okay so I saw this on Different Kitchen yesterday, and Ian was like how he saw that it "made its rounds a few days" before- whatever. I'm posting it anyways (smile). I can't lie and say that I wasn't somewhat feeling that Young Gunz album when it dropped, but they promptly fell off. Nonetheless, here's Young Chris making a strong comeback over live background!

Q Virgin.

So tonight was uneventful for the most part but I did get to experience MJQ Concourse for the first time. It was straight. When you first walk in (through a dark tunnel, so you know what the rest of the club is bound to look like), you can go to the left for the headbanger music or to the right through another tunnel for something more soulful. I went to the right with the bohos. It smelled like, "hot". Not necessarily like garbage, or ass, but maybe sex. Hot sex. Like everyone in there had just taken a shower, popped a couple pills, then had sex on the dance floor in between the ravers and make-believe B-boys. I saw more than a few perform 360 degree turns! LOL. It was chill though- different. I thought I saw Dres the Beatnik off in there too (Google him). It can't be a Velvet night, everytime you go out...

Monday, November 24, 2008

Breakfast with Tom.

On Saturday night I went to the city to visit my friends tending bar. After 'bout the 5th drink I ended up chair dancing to "Single Ladies" at Strip. LOL. Anyways, my homie Tommy was up there closing out and we decided to get some French Toast at Landmark on GSU's campus. Once we get in, we start talking about our respective relationship issues and conversation gets pretty deep when Tom breaks his neck to check a female walking past our table.

So me being the woman that I am, remind Tommy that I'm not one of his homeBOYS, and I can't empathize with his affinity for fat asses. He shrugs my statement off and proceeds to tell me that "sometimes you just gotta look, ain't nothing wrong with looking". Then, "Ugh, I'm disapponted. Her face ain't really end up being what I figured it would be. Oh well, can't get 'em all." He called it a "heat check" and laughed. I was puzzled until he explained the definition, then I laughed.

Here it is: Heat Check (heet chek) noun. An occasion on which a basketball player takes a questionable (i.e., bad) shot in order to determine how "hot" he is, usually after hitting several shots in a row. Provided by Basketbawlful.

Saturday, November 22, 2008

"Hey Sexy..."

When I woke up today, I kissed my kid and had breakfast with her. Then I boiled some water for tea and sat at the computer, ready to make rounds before dipping to work. Sent a couple e-mails, read the standard blogs, and sent a couple updates to Twitter (Maurice, where you at? Thought you were on there too.). Went to Myspace to check for messages- I had one from Some Guy: "Hey sexy? How u doin'?" Hit delete. I went to work at 3 p.m., just got home at 3 a.m., and made my rounds online again. I checked Myspace last: I had two messages, five friend requests, all undesirable, one of the dudes actually looked like he decided, "I'ma upload this profile pic that makes me look like a serial rapist. That's a good idea." One of the guys was like, "Add me. It won't let me add you!!!!" Just like that- with all the exclamation points.

It's like the minute Jarvis and I broke up and I changed my status, I get these weirdos sending messages. Wow. Do people even meet up through Myspace anymore?

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

I'm Currently Digging this Kid...

Drake (Feat. Mickey Factz & Travis) - Overdose

Drake? Word? I'd heard of this cat eons ago, but I never got around to Myspace-ing him. Unfortunate, because I wish I was the fly muhfucker to put others on to him. At this point though... Vibe has a write-up on him on stands this month. I finally gave him a listen recently after Randy gave him another piece of positive promo over at his spot. All of dude's beats are ridiculous, his flow is decent, he also sings, and it doesn't hurt that he has a couple of high profile homies (i.e. Trey Songz, Lil' Wayne). BTW, if he looks familiar, he used to be on Degrassi The Next Generation (a Canadian TV show tradition aimed at The Teens) for like, eight years. My 16 year old niece used to love watching that show. I was looking at him at first like, "Umm... Naaah..."

Monday, November 17, 2008

Summing It Up...

Poor Kanye. As much as we all tease about his brattiness and tantrum throwing, he really has had a rough year. In addition to the loss of his moms, this breakup ish ain't no joke.

Run On...

Okay so I've got a lot to speak a little bit on, all kinda in the same vein though. Have patience...

  • This week I didn't really have money like that to just be doing whatever, but I had an incident yesterday where I had to go to the ER (uninsured mind you), that same day, my radiator on the good old Maxima basically said 'Fuuck you' (a la Cam'ron circa '98). So once your financial plans for the week are quashed due to no fault of your own, you just get to the point where it's like 'fuck it, I'll make it up.' So Tuesday night, I'm going to Straits for dinner and drinks...

  • Speaking of Straits, everyone I deal with knows I'm looking forward to the release of "Theatre", like seriously (Premo on a beat- really? Damn. He's going hard.). But I shocked myself today, listening to "Chopped and Screwed" for the quadillionth time, feeling like I might cop that T-Pain too. WTF? Most of the time, that computer voice drives me crazy, but Pain's got it to the point where I'm like, "Damn. It does work for him. Eh (shrugging shoulders). I'll take a sip of the Kool-Aid." LOL.

  • Everytime I think of Luda releasing an album, I remember that his DJ and I started off being friends like six months before the release of his first, when he blew up. And both of our lives were so much different then. Then I think: if that much can change within that amount of time, how different will my life be in another 3 years (if that)?

Anyways, in keeping with 2/3rds of my run-on sentence of a post, here's a vid of T-Pain and Luda on Jimmy Kimmel (peep this: T is actually doing aiight without that damn Auto Tune- and he's playing the piano! Am I the last person on Earth that didn't know he could actually play an instrument?!?). I'm hella late with this though, maybe twelve hours. LOL. Damn Internets...

*Shout to ChicaGorilla for bringing this to my attention on Twitter.

Friday, November 14, 2008


LOL. Word 'Ye? A slice of Humble Pie huh? Never thought I see the day when Kanye West checks himself. SMH. Long overdue though.

"I wanna apologize 2 Jeret Leto for fronting on him. I read my quote on Perez and was like damn that was wack of me. I've actually posted his vids on my blog that
had incredible cinematography. He actually covered one of my songs.
Like they said on Anchorman... You eat shit Ron Burgandy! Yes, I eat shit for that one"
*Found on Kanye's site.

Here's what he initially said, in regards to the winners of this year's MTV EMAs, if you missed it:
He adds, “Britney Spears over Rihanna? Are you serious? I mean f**king Jared Leto? He’s my boy but he shouldn’t have won over some of those other artists.”
*Courtesy of The YBF.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

What I've Got To Look Forward To...

My ex was supposed to spend Wednesday with our daughter. We said we'd meet up at a midway point on my way to work. It was something that was decided on Tuesday evening around 6 p.m.; Wednesday morning at approximately 7 a.m. he sends a text like: "Could you drop her off at the house (in Lithonia) or at daycare (in Snellville)? I just got in the house." Both locations are about 40 minutes out of the way, and by the time I actually woke up to receive the message, it would've made me an hour late for work, if I actually did all that.

I was annoyed at the question being what it was. If you want to see your kid but you decide to go out the previous night, let me know that you may be out late and the next morning's plan may have to change, before the next morning. Then once I started thinking about it, like really thinking about it, where are you going the night before, where you're coming in the house at 7 a.m? Especially on a Tuesday/Wednesday? You gotta be fucking right? Probably one of those work skeezers that've been thirsting after him since we had Keiko. I shouldn't care because we're not together, but we just broke up. So in addition to my being annoyed at him making me late for work, I was also irritated because you know...

So today, after that whole fiasco, I considered the idea of us never being together again which he assured me of, and I thought of the fact that I'm actually single again. WTF? Dating now- scares the shit outta me. People are crazy. Locating the jumpoff should be easy, but genuine companionship [sigh]? There's a cat at work from Jersey, who saw my "all blue graduation cap" the other day and I guess that made him comfortable enough to break ice with me. The guy kinda creeps me out, always starting comments or questions off with "baby": "Baby, when you got down here?", "Baby, you rep Brooklyn huh?", "Baby, where you stay at?" I'm like: I don't even know you! If this is what it's gonna be like, I'll pass...

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Nothing Left To Talk About...

This "break up" shit is harder than I thought. I said before that I wouldn't do too much detail on that side of my personal biz on here, at least not regarding this, not right now... It's all too fresh.

I made a decision that in his words could be the "best decision or the worst" in my life. Maybe if it wasn't a situation where we were supposed to be working towards raising a daughter together, it wouldn't be this hard. Now we both have to rearrange everything. It's hardest to cope with at night, after you clock outta work, chill for a bit, take care of the tangible things. When you close your eyes at night and think of where things were less than two months ago, it's unnerving. I dunno, just felt like posting, couldn't sleep, can't really think straight...

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Look At This Dude...

LOL. Jay had to be like 16 years old in this pic, with all that jewelry on. Everybody looked so funny in the '80s. I was like the freshest grade-schooler though, in my white on white 5411s (with the straps out of course), Thinsulate gloves that showed the pretty swirls when it was cold outside and kelly green Triple Fat Goose. Get like me...

*Found pic on The Smoking Section.

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Somebody Pinch Me...

If you take a look at my last post, you see the anxiety and anticipation I felt leading up to the final Election Day count. By the time 10 p.m. rolled around, I found myself wishing I was somewhere in the city celebrating this monumental moment with my people. So proud.

So I hadn't heard this Jay joint, "History" till today; I saw that it was out but decided to wait a bit. Adore it. It's perfect.

"Where are you victory?/ I need you desperately/ Not just for the moment- to make history... I been waiting for this hour/ History you're ours..."

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

"Four Hours or Four Years. You Choose."

I love Sir Luscious! (smile) He called up to Ryan Cameron today to talk about his voting experience today, and dropped that opening quote on them peoples. He said that he went out at 5:15 this morning with his wife and they were numbers 6 and 7. Swizz Beatz called and said he flew down from NY to put his in. Of course, Puff called V-103 this morning, to urge everyone to go out.

  • Elle, from Ryan's show, said that she prayed last night, and couldn't sleep, she was so excited.

  • I got so many damn texts today: pseudo-inspirational, funny as shit, super serious. My inbox is damn near full.

  • The lines were way shorter today in GA than last week when I voted. I waited 3.5 hours on Friday. People were in and out today. Sooo many first time voters, and you know why they're just now voting, but it's all good man, it's a beautiful thing to see people take something seriously enough these days to speak out in numbers. Like massive numbers. Enough to make a difference.

  • Twenty minutes from where my parents live in West Bubble, between the woods and the Confed flags, they were with the bullshit today. The few Democrats that live out there, went to vote and found that the Democratic ticket wasn't even on the ballot.

  • There are so many "Victory Parties" here in Atlanta tonight. Watching the reports. In halter dresses. Sipping snifters of Hen (smile).

  • I mean, voting already feels good, but this year, it was like, unspeakable. Now black kids can come up with that in their mindset- for real. I never thought I'd see it in my lifetime, and I think it's just because I'd never seen it, and there's still so much hate.

  • If Obama doesn't win, I may cry a little. Not just for selfish reasons, or future tax returns, but because he would've gotten so close... They still keeping our history from us in school save for one month a year. This shit is historical. And no one can keep it from us.

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Bad News= Bad Dudes.

To piggyback off of Mr. Garland's post a few days ago, there are a few cats today that make watching the news less than painful/depressing. Here is my favorite couple- both from CNN. What does that tell you? CNN is like the Ford Modeling Agency of the talking heads world. Yum yum. And we in the A, get them all to ourselves!

The first- Ron Lemon. Very cute. I saw him today with his hair cut lower than it is here...

The second- T.J. Holmes. Fine as __. LOL. I heard he used to mess with Chili though. And every other halfway cute heffa out here, is itching to get their hooks in him.

The First Day...

Other than my personal life feeling like it's in shambles, real life continues in real time, so your girl is pushing on...

The job situation is looking positive, which is really all I could ask for. Of all the years I've been serving tables, I've never actually seen in the employee manual, a clause about blogging. LOL. The HR person that was moderating the orientation Friday was adamant about going into detail. First of all, I was at a long table with most of the front of the house staff, who really had an attitude like, someone was forcing them to be there. There were a few young white "frat guys", a couple Barbie dolls, none seemed like they'd last too long. Everyone was just completely unresponsive. Like, the woman would make little jokes and shit, corny or whatever, but no one even cracked half a smile. Fine. So we get to the blog section right? Here's the conversation:

"Okay, blogging. Does anyone here know what a blog is?"

[the jerks mumble, I nod 'yes' and smile]

She defines "webblog", and continues in saying that it's fine to keep one as long as the restaurant is not mentioned in a negative light. She warns that if it is, they will trace it back to whoever's blog it is. At this point, I'm trying to figure out how I'll be talking about work on here without drawing attention to the place itself. LOL. The jerks murmur and damn near shrug their shoulders.

"I'm sure none of you spend hours blogging anyways."

Like she was trying to get her cool points back with these people she just met. Whatever. I know the stigma being a "blogger", and I don't feel like a nerd, but maybe I'm in denial (smile). So anyways, I figured, I'd do it like I've been doing it. I never speak badly about the place itself- just the patrons who get ig'nant. Or if I see some super fly shit that needs to be mentioned. BTW, ChicaGorilla if you're reading this... I'ma be like, across the street from you then, and I believe I'ma need those Jeremy Scott Wing Adidases in a mens' 6.5! (smile)

Do Remember!

I'm on my old school Clue drop today... LOL. Peter Gunz from the Bronx, recall that guy? Had the banger with Lord Tariq when I was in high school: "Deja Vu (Uptown Baby)". Well, I'd been hearing about his look-a-like son Corey for a minute. His verse on "A Milli" is official- certain radio stations only play that version. Dude is like, 20 years old, doing an amazing job of spitting type-ridiculous. Anyways, found this vid on Kaos' site... Listen to him in the limo!