I feel as though I haven't been here in forever. In actuality, it hasn't been that long. But I used to blog every day. No, I haven't lost my taste for it. Just haven't had much to say. Well, that, and I've been busy. Plus, well, Imma just put it out there. PMS ain't no joke. To anyone that believes it's a figment of the female imagination, go fuck yourself. I swear my uterus plots some sort of revolution. If I lay really still I can hear it: "ATTICA! ATTICA!! ATTICA!!!"
I decided that though I didn't feel like being bothered with relaxers, spending almost $200 every few weeks for braids was too much of a hassle as well. So, I have no hair. Well, I'm not smack bald, all the extra is gone. I am really digging this 7 minute hair care thing. Now of course, I've had to start wearing earrings and I wear makeup more often. However, I can't really complain. It only adds about 5 more minutes to the ritual (providing I haven't lost my lipliner for the 1000th time). The added plus is that other people dig it too. My boss went on about it so much, I thought she was having a private summer.
This weekend I brought myself to Philly with two of my homegirls. We had a ball. On the real though, my homie...my ghetto soul twin...SHE TOOK ME TO GENO'S MAN!!! Not only do those bitches serve steak-ums, but they serve steak-ums with ATTITUDE. FUCK YOU GENOS!! FUCK YOUR STEAK-UMS, FUCK YOUR CHEEZ WHIZ, FUCK YOUR FUNKY LITTLE KETCHUP DISPENSER. On top of that, they had a sign in their window that said, "This is America, when ordering SPEAK ENGLISH." You greasy backed motherfucker, please do not misinterpret your loud garbled speech as english. I can look at you and tell that you're 2nd generation American at BEST, so don't try and pull that American bullshit. However, food debacle aside, we had a ball. My friend showed us around her alma mater and I bought a couple of books for the collection.
Saturday night, I went to a club and the music was BANGING. Who was the DJ? None other than ?uestlove. From what I understand, that's pretty common for that spot, but it ain't common for me. My cuz and I were elated. I was so busy dancing, I didn't finish my second drink. I came out of my shoes in that joint man.
Sunday afternoon, the soul twin had to depart, leaving my cuz and I to decide what to do next. We found out that there was a concert that night. Yes, ya girl saw Little Brother, AGAIN. This time I was the one having a private summer. The concert was electric. I had even more fun than the last time I saw them because venue was SO much better than Nation. They're music is so hot and their stage presence so magnetic, I don't see how more people aren't up on them. Their energy totally eclipsed that of the main event. . .
. . .Dilated Peoples. To call them lackluster would be a compliment. The phrase that keeps jumping to mind is "wiggety wiggety wack". I sort of remember they did some song or another with Kanye and so I listened to their CD. They are so devoid of soul it is ridiculous. (I did not buy the aforementioned CD, and if I had, I would have been at the concert with my receipt demanding my money back.) Not only did the opening act get more love than them, but their DJ (Baboon) seemed to generate more crowd attention as well. Even the people that were there to see them seemed disappointed. However, LB was more than worth it, and we inevitably left the concert early.
I had a small dinner party at my home a couple of weeks ago and among my guests not one, but two love connections were made. I'm not knocking anybody's love hustle, but damn. Can a sister get a brother to take her out for a two piece at Popeye's or SOMETHING?
So I guess you guys are officially caught up with the little tid bits of my life. Other than that, nothing else has reall changed. I'm still waging my battle against idiocy, plucking off one dumbass at a time and searching for the perfect pair of sneakers. Live long and prosper.
I decided that though I didn't feel like being bothered with relaxers, spending almost $200 every few weeks for braids was too much of a hassle as well. So, I have no hair. Well, I'm not smack bald, all the extra is gone. I am really digging this 7 minute hair care thing. Now of course, I've had to start wearing earrings and I wear makeup more often. However, I can't really complain. It only adds about 5 more minutes to the ritual (providing I haven't lost my lipliner for the 1000th time). The added plus is that other people dig it too. My boss went on about it so much, I thought she was having a private summer.
This weekend I brought myself to Philly with two of my homegirls. We had a ball. On the real though, my homie...my ghetto soul twin...SHE TOOK ME TO GENO'S MAN!!! Not only do those bitches serve steak-ums, but they serve steak-ums with ATTITUDE. FUCK YOU GENOS!! FUCK YOUR STEAK-UMS, FUCK YOUR CHEEZ WHIZ, FUCK YOUR FUNKY LITTLE KETCHUP DISPENSER. On top of that, they had a sign in their window that said, "This is America, when ordering SPEAK ENGLISH." You greasy backed motherfucker, please do not misinterpret your loud garbled speech as english. I can look at you and tell that you're 2nd generation American at BEST, so don't try and pull that American bullshit. However, food debacle aside, we had a ball. My friend showed us around her alma mater and I bought a couple of books for the collection.
Saturday night, I went to a club and the music was BANGING. Who was the DJ? None other than ?uestlove. From what I understand, that's pretty common for that spot, but it ain't common for me. My cuz and I were elated. I was so busy dancing, I didn't finish my second drink. I came out of my shoes in that joint man.
Sunday afternoon, the soul twin had to depart, leaving my cuz and I to decide what to do next. We found out that there was a concert that night. Yes, ya girl saw Little Brother, AGAIN. This time I was the one having a private summer. The concert was electric. I had even more fun than the last time I saw them because venue was SO much better than Nation. They're music is so hot and their stage presence so magnetic, I don't see how more people aren't up on them. Their energy totally eclipsed that of the main event. . .
. . .Dilated Peoples. To call them lackluster would be a compliment. The phrase that keeps jumping to mind is "wiggety wiggety wack". I sort of remember they did some song or another with Kanye and so I listened to their CD. They are so devoid of soul it is ridiculous. (I did not buy the aforementioned CD, and if I had, I would have been at the concert with my receipt demanding my money back.) Not only did the opening act get more love than them, but their DJ (Baboon) seemed to generate more crowd attention as well. Even the people that were there to see them seemed disappointed. However, LB was more than worth it, and we inevitably left the concert early.
I had a small dinner party at my home a couple of weeks ago and among my guests not one, but two love connections were made. I'm not knocking anybody's love hustle, but damn. Can a sister get a brother to take her out for a two piece at Popeye's or SOMETHING?
So I guess you guys are officially caught up with the little tid bits of my life. Other than that, nothing else has reall changed. I'm still waging my battle against idiocy, plucking off one dumbass at a time and searching for the perfect pair of sneakers. Live long and prosper.
2 comments:
LMAO @ ATTICA!!! ATTICA!!! ATTICA!!! I'm just waiting for your stand up to come out. Yeah...I listened the LBs yesterday. "Can't Stop; Won't Stop" I'm luvin it. Funny post, dollface
did you see boyz II men in front of geno's singing "motownphilly" ?
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