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...

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.

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..."

"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.

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!