February 28, 2006
Mid-terms are coming up and quite frankly my dears, i’ve run out of creative ideas to post about. Celebrities bore me sometimes, and you tend to see the same thing/same pictures site to site. So it doesn’t make sense for me to follow suit since it’s already been done. I like to set myself somewhat apart from the crowd.. So, what i’m gonna do is let you all come up with some post topics about anything you’d like..It can be a celebrity that you want me to roast, television show, or just some observations about fucked up things/people that we see everyday. If you admire my silly ass or just don’t know how to express your disdain about something, this is a chance for you to quench your hateristic thirst..
Submit you ideas in comments OR email me your idea via the link under “After Hours Spots” I look forward to the ensuing fukkery..
Ready, Set, GO!
February 22, 2006
If you already don’t know..Lawd know’s I luuuuvs me some Tyra. I usually don’t like animal print, but Tyra rocked it right. See the rest of the pics over at Cake
But i’ma tell Harpo’ ta beat her if she keeps doing shit like THIS:
I found this over at Perez who is just about twice as fabulous as Ms. Banks. Apparently, she’s going undercover for her talk show as a skripper(yes, skripper) to see how ignant and foul men can get up in the strip club. I must say, I didn’t recognize her at first glance. She does kinda look like her name is Quasanera Jenkins from the C-building next to the Crown Fried Chicken..Let’s hope she don’t run into T-Pain.
I’m N Luv(Wit A Stripper) must be the most ignant, most triflin’, most “negro please” worthy song of the year. (BTW Who decided to give this T-Pain a fuckin’ record deal? They must be smokin the stickiest of the icky) But guess what?? I LOVE IT!!!..I mean seriously, how could you not love a ghetto love ballad with lyrics like these:
“She poppin she poppin she rollin she rollin…and she climbin that pole”
She turnin tricks on me (yea yea yea)
She don’t even know me(yea yea yea)
I need to get her over to my crib to do tha night thaaaaang(night thang)…
Hilariousness!! And to make matters even better (or worse) the video adds more fuel to the fire.
Do you see the predato–err T-Pain pop locking and dancing with his crew like he’s in an Ursher video?! I don’t think Chris Brown needs to worry about krumping his 16 year old pelvis any harder. I love the faces that white folks make when I blast this on my daily commute to class. That’s right Peter and Susan, I’m poppin and rollin all the way to class..But then again White folks are in luv with this song too..Yea Yea YEEEAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
February 17, 2006
So last night, while trying not to fall asleep (cause sleep is the cousin of death *clever*) sitting up doing late homework I caught the All Eyes On:Nas and Jay interview. It was fairly interesting to say the least, to see two quintessential MC’s come together after such overcooked beef…shit damn near charbroiled. Scratch that–twas ETHERED. The interview was full of cute little sandbox moments and quotes. Jay was his usual charismatic self and Sway didn’t shy away from asking some good questions. But they looked a tad uncomfortable a few times and I was kind of disappointed they didn’t air the comment Nas made about gettin’ at Camomile Giles. But I was satisfied. I was feeling that throwback crosscolor-esque Nike jacket and the part was precision perfect. I’ll be waiting on that collabo album like the rest of yall..YUP!
P.S Jay Lost
February 17, 2006
And it sure is hell ain’t $$money$$…
Mos Def in court for Child Support
Mos Def spent Valentine’s Day in court arguing over the amount of child support payments that should be given to his ex-wife, Maria Yepes-Smith.
The rapper, whose real name is Dante Smith, was originally ordered to pay $10,000 a month to support his 7- and 8-year-old daughters. But since the order was issued, Mos has paid roughly $8,000 a month, explaining that obligations to his three other children and other business issues prevented him from making the court ordered amount. read the rest
–All jokes and hate aside, I think $8,000 a mth is more than enough to raise a child..$96,000 a year?!!. Bitch puh-lease. If Ms.Phatbooty needs more money she betta pull the clear shoes out of retirement and holla at a pole.
–I told yall Kanye West was the new Micheal Jackson. All it’s missing some shoulder pads and gold tassels..Go head boy, G’head get down..
–Kelis.. I know you didn’t cut off all that pretty hurr! I hope that’s a wig because short hair makes her face look fat…
And speaking of FAT…
If you haven’t figured out who it is..I’ll give you a minute to get over the horror (I needed quite a few afer I saw it on CL)..It’s Moonique yall! Check out her new website.
February 14, 2006
Whatever you wanna call her. She’s sure been out and about lately. Recap shall we?
Uh oh..Uh oh
Uh NO NO.
Ashanti. You AIN’T NOT Beyonce. I can’t believe she was once a dance student. And would someone like to explain to the class why Ashanti always manages to make herself look tacky onstage with this “The Look For Less” outfit she’s rocking? OOOOooo OOOOOOoo I know!!!: She scurried on down to the local Rainbow and bought the outfit, 29.99 + Tax with enough time to spare to skiddaddle on down to the “Hurry Up And Buy” for some 1.99 trinkets. $Cha-ching$
But Wha-wa-WAIT it get’s worse!!!
Ashanti is back to hauking her cheesy wears..First it was her perfume “Precious Jewel”. Now it’s her new Vitamin (yes vitamins yall!!) Beauty Product OPC-3. Or what I like to call: “OH PLEASE CHILE!”
How can they stand behind this crap and think people are dumb enough to buy it. Shit I could see if it was a Proactive commerical. But OPC-3? That sounds like some shit that ends up in the middle of a class action lawsuit against the FDA. Mediocrity pays off kids.
Everytime I see this poster I think of…(click the picture to find out)
Again– HAPPY (or BAD) VALENTINE’S DAY HATERS!!!!!!!!!!!
February 14, 2006
Yea, I said it..And isn’t this nauseatingly appropriate?–All my posts are in red.
Lets move on..I know you’re all doing kegels and crossing your fingers in anticipation of an update..
Welp, today wasn’t all that different except I got a call from Mr. Gooddick (my ex, for the remedial) early this morning while on my way to class. He wanted me to come visit him, but I had to get to class. *sigh* And while I would’ve loved getting my box pummeled instead of learning about fucking panic attacks in Abnormal Psych, I couldn’t miss class. Well, I could’ve but I really don’t like to miss class. I feel like such a fuckin nerd sometimes, but I gotta stay focused this semester. That breakup two weeks ago didn’t exactly put me on the track to success. Hence, the “D” I received today for my test in that class last week. Well, at least i’m in his thoughts. And i’m quite sure which part of the body was doing thinking for him this morning. Must have been thinking reeeallly HARD. Perhaps we can have some of that coveted post-breakup/quasi-makeup sex later on cause Meesohoooryyyyy
February 13, 2006
I really mean it…
All my Valentines Day’s have sucked harder than a newborn. I mean I never gushed and giggled over the thought of roses and candy because I never expect my boyfriend to buy me anything. Either I was broken up with him or neither of us really cared. Theres 364 other days to express your love and have hot sweaty sex minus all the telegrams and shit. So this year shouldn’t be any different, especially since we’re not even speaking right?. WRONG! It’s the day before “I-wanna-go-to-Red-Lobster-and-get-fucked-at-the-snooty-fox” Day and I feel rather shitty. I keep having these delusions of grandeur that my ex will pop up at my house with a dozen roses and candy and bears and shit and we’ll make sweet neverending coitus until my hips pop out the socket. Finally I snap back to the cold ass reality and think “What the fuck is wrong with you Keshia?!!” This is usually followed by crying and compulsive cleaning..
I swore I had my feelings in check…Hadn’t called him for awhile and I was feeling quite confident that we’d be back together one day. Now, i’m not so confident. We haven’t spoken for a minute and when I call he never picks up. I can’t accept this shit. I won’t. It is truly unacceptable. I gotta get my man back yall. I thought about gettting him something for tomorrow and popping up at his house. But I don’t wanna get played on some ole’ Jody in Baby Boy “Get off my step Evette” type shit. I really don’t care for Valentines Day and I’m tired of thinking it over. So I’ll leave it up to yall.
What should I do?…
Vote in my mini poll under “Leftovers”