So I did my thing at Open Mic night. I was all nerves up until I got to stage. I'm not sure if anyone could tell, but I had the heart thumping up in my throat. I started off with my piece called "Popularity". That kinda helped me get a little more comfortable, it also helped that I was like towards the end of the list and the crowd had dwindled to the die hard Open Mic peeps. I did my piece in memory of Rebecca, and I basically cried through the whole thing. I'm not sure if anyone understood me, tears were falling as the words departed my lips. I was in the middle of a spotlight baring my regrets and anger. This was actually the first time I cried since I found out about her death. It finally hit me all at once. The loss, resentment, and REGRETS. I have so many regrets, and it all finally sank in after about a year. I really do miss her, and I know she would have made so many proud. I was able to get through the piece even though I wanted to sob to the point where I'd just be heaving and hysterical. Then I got off the stage and Brenna, who totally rocks herself, helped to comfort me. So yeah, in response to the "friends" that Brenna says I made, yeah I made some connections. Amber the dancing queen came over and gave me a hug. Vince, who's hella cool, came over and said, "I'm really sorry. That sucks. If I had a rose, I'd give it to you. A red rose." So because he was so sweet and nice I got a hug from him too. Sean, the Hot Monkey Love Cafe sound guy came over to Brenna and me when he had some free time and congratulated Brenna on her performance, then he told me that he enjoyed both of my poems. He's just so supportive! I really don't know how well my performance went, but I'll admit that I do finally feel closure. I feel a huge relief and I've gained some more perspective. All in all, it was more than worth it.
So let's move on w/the night shall we? OK, check it out, It was Brenna, her brother Noah, and Me. After Open Mic we decided to hit up Dennys in the hood. We were all starving and we were trying to enjoy our meals, act stupid, have some laughs, you know the drill. There was this couple that came in, a middle aged Asian woman and a totally silver topped white guy, kinda looked like Mr Magoo. They were pretty darned loud. They were trying to figure out what to order and we heard something extremely FUCKING WEIRD. So here's a run down on the low down:
Him: What are you going to order? Her: I think I'm just going to have a salad. Him: I'm in the mood for grits. You know a sexy lady should have sexy grits.
And then they kept talking, and there was more innuendo thrown around. Something about "teaching lessons" and GOD knows what else. We spent a lot of time trying to figure out if she was picked up at the Trophy Lounge or if she was a male escort, or what. It was not kosher, and that's for damn sure. Well that's about it for today kiddos. Peace and please...no sexy grits.
Randomb Blurb: I still don't get how grits are a sexy kind of food...
OK, so for all you freaky nasties out there, here's a contract to keep booty calls clean cut. Kind of. I suggest saving a soft copy of this to your computer, or a disk. Or, you can just print this sucker out and make copies as needed. Enjoy!!! I do have Open Mic Night to talk about. I'll do that another time though. Later kids!
Booty Call Rules
Date: ________________ (No.____)
This pre-booty call agreement (hereinafter referred to as the
"Agreement") is entered into on the _______(DD/MM/YY) by ___________
(fill in name) and _____________ (fill in name).
This agreement shall cover the following rules and principles:
1. No sleeping over -- unless it is very good and we need to repeat
it in the morning.
2. No meeting in public except for dinner or drinks before the
events of the evening.
3. No calls before 9pm -- we don't have anything to talk about.
4. None of that "lovemaking" crap -- only sex allowed.
5. No emotional discussions (i.e. Where are we heading with this?
Doyou love me?) The answer is no, so don't ask.
6. No plans made in advance -- that is why you are called the
"backup," unless you're from out-of-town, then it's only a one-time
advanced arrangement.
7. All gifts accepted -- including money.
8. No baby talk -- however, dirty talk is encouraged.
9. No asking for comparisons with former lovers -- it's
really none of your damn business.
10. No calling each other "friends with privileges," we are
not friends, just bed buddies.
11. Calling out the wrong name during sex is okay -- don't be
offended.
12. No extra clothing -- I don't want you leaving anything
behind when you leave.
13. No falling asleep right after sex -- it's over, so get
up, get dressed and go home.
14. Don't be offended if I don't ask if you enjoyed it -- I
don't care.
15. You cannot borrow my car for any reason.
16. If anyone asks who you are, the standard response will
be: "My roommate's girlfriend/boyfriend."
17. Doggie style is the preferred position -- the less eye
contact, the better.
18. NO condoms, NO sex.
19. Bring your own drink -- I am not a liquor store.
20. No phone use, please -- I don't want anyone calling back
looking for you.
21. If going to a hotel room, we either split the cost, or
alternate who's paying... you pay this time, I pay next.
22. Don't bring any of your friends with you, unless they're
gonna join the party.
* Extra tip for successful booty calls:
The aforementioned rules may only be altered by the holder of
the agreement. If the other party attempts to change or alter any terms
of this Agreement, it will automatically become null and void, and you will
then be removed from the Booty Call List and deleted from phone memory and
e-mail list. In otherwords, you will be blocked from all communications
until you understand the rules.
::Another Week, Another Open Mic Night Around the Way::
So yeah, I started writing something totally new for this week's open mic night. It's been about a year since I've lost one of my friends in a very sad accident. It could have totally been avoided, and after reflecting on her passing after the year anniversary I'm more pissed off now than I ever was when I first found out she was gone. She's a year younger than I am and I unfortunately let myself get caught up in college life. All the working to be able to go to school. Before I graduated high school, we would hang out a lot. Either at school or when we'd get together for AYSO practice. We'd talk about whatever, have tons of laughs, and just acted silly together. She was one of the people who I could talk to any time, even after not being in contact for a while, and it was always all good. We never had hard feelings towards each other, and I regret that I let myself lose touch with her when we had just started to get closer. After trying to write this piece, I can honestly say that I'm having the hardest time trying to articulate the anger I still feel after all this time. I mean after getting to know her family and her struggles I'm just at a loss for words because she was taken away by some selfish bastard. She was all ready to move onto college, but that didn't happen because last summer some assholes decided to street race. She was coming home with a friend, whom I didn't have the pleasure to meet. From what I understand they had stopped at a red light, everything was clear and they proceeded to make a right turn. Then from around the corner of one of the cross streets two cars came zooming out, and one of the cars slammed right into her. Of course she and her friend died, and the fucking asshole who hit her lived. He plead guilty and got off easy. What a load of BULLSHIT. He knew he was racing, illegally, on surface streets. He knew he was breaking the law and he knew his actions were potentially fatal. So yeah, that's the story, morning glory. I'm going to post my new work after I've performed it. Just know that it's coming. I gotta get back to trying to convey the anger, resentment, sadness, and regret that I have. It's time I actually really confronted this issue. I mean I'd think about it off and on, but I've never just flat out confronted it and let people know how much I've been affected. Time to go! Catch you all later!
Random Blurb: What's the glory in racing on the streets? Where no one can see that you escaped defeat?
Hey y'all. I have this friend. Her name is Brenna. She wrote a song. She decided to perform it at the Hot Monkey Love Cafe. We went on Wednesday. She signed up to be #18 on the list. She was called to the stage. She hit Sean, the sound guy in the head. She felt embarassed. She told the people what her song was about. She shared it with everyone there. She finished and really wanted to get the hell off the stage. She unplugged her guitar. She got props from the guy knitting hats when she came to sit down. Brenna has some big bull balls. I punked out because I my throat was acting up. Next week I'll be up on stage too. Maybe...no I will be. So the main point of this post is to say that Brenna is cool and did her thang, I posted the song she performed on the Kitten. So you guys might want to go check that out. Hey, Brenna let's make a CD! Then you can be like everyone else at the Hot Monkey Love, and you can sell your shit. That'd be COOOOOOOOOLness!!! So yeah, that's all I have to say for now. Exciting ain't it? Well later folks! See ya when I see ya!
Random Blurb: Brenna I'm going to do a cover of your song after you're famous OK?
Hey all, I hope you like this little selection I picked out. I really have respect for the Black Eyed Peas because they are still one of the Hip Hop groups who have made it mainstream, but still very much keep their message and beliefs alive. I give them nothing but props for this song. I hope you enjoy the cinema as well. I really liked the video because it gives you a better idea of what they're really trying to say. I wouldn't feel right just letting you guys hear the song, the video helps to tie it all together. Enjoy!
Where is the Love? by The Black Eyed Peas
(Will.I.Am) What's wrong with the world, mama People livin' like they ain't got no mamas I think the whole world addicted to the drama Only attracted to things that'll bring you trauma Overseas, yeah, we try to stop terrorism
But we still got terrorists here livin' In the USA, the big CIA The Bloods and The Crips and the KKK But if you only have love for your own race Then you only leave space to discriminate And to discriminate only generates hate And when you hate then you're bound to get irate, yeah Badness is what you demonstrate And that's exactly how a n**** works and operates N**, you gotta have love just to set it straight Take control of your mind and meditate Let your soul gravitate to the love, y'all, y'all
People killin', people dyin' Children hurt and you hear them cryin' Can you practice what you preach And would you turn the other cheek
Father, Father, Father help us Send us some guidance from above 'Cause people got me, got me questionin' Where is the love (Love)
Where is the love (The love) Where is the love (The love) Where is the love The love, the love
(Taboo) It just ain't the same, always unchanged New days are strange, is the world insane If love and peace is so strong Why are there pieces of love that don't belong Nations droppin' bombs Chemical gasses fillin' lungs of little ones With the ongoin' sufferin' as the youth die young So ask yourself is the lovin' really gone So I could ask myself really what is goin' wrong In this world that we livin' in people keep on givin' in Makin' wrong decisions, only visions of them dividends Not respectin' each other, deny thy brother A war is goin' on but the reason's undercover The truth is kept secret, it's swept under the rug If you never know truth then you never know love Where's the love, y'all, come on (I don't know) Where's the truth, y'all, come on (I don't know) Where's the love, y'all
People killin', people dyin' Children hurt and you hear them cryin' Can you practice what you preach And would you turn the other cheek
Father, Father, Father help us Send us some guidance from above 'Cause people got me, got me questionin' Where is the love (Love) Where is the love (The love) Where is the love (The love) Where is the love The love, the love
(Apl.de.Ap) I feel the weight of the world on my shoulder As I'm gettin' older, y'all, people gets colder Most of us only care about money makin' Selfishness got us followin' our own direction Wrong information always shown by the media Negative images is the main criteria Infecting the young minds faster than bacteria Kids wanna act like what they see in the cinema Yo', whatever happened to the values of humanity Whatever happened to the fairness in equality Instead in spreading love we spreading animosity Lack of understanding, leading lives away from unity That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' under That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' down There's no wonder why sometimes I'm feelin' under Gotta keep my faith alive to lovers bound
Where is the love (The love) Where is the love (The love) Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love) Where is the love (The love) Where is the love (The love)
Father, Father, Father help us Send us some guidance from above 'Cause people got me, got me questionin' Where is the love (Love)
Random Blurb: Let's just hope it's all love at the Hot Monkey Love Cafe tonight. I'm gonna try to not sound like an ass, even though I'm all phlegm-y and shit. I HATE BEING SICK!!!
So, I've been doing a lot of thinking. Thinking about my current situation, which I really have no control over. So basically I've come to the conclusion that shit really sucks right now. I've been trying to make do with my available resources and what not...damn I hate how hard it is. Not that it's making me not want to follow through with my current plans or anything. I just feel all kinds of frustrated and angy. If people weren't so damned selfish and actually thought about how their actions affect others then the world would be in much better shape. So yeah, fuck a monkey. But I do actually have a funny story I want to share with you guys. Keep in mind names have been changed to protect the crazy.
Imagine sitting around at your friends house and you're watching Eddie Murphy in Holy Man. You hear your two friends, who also happen to be brothers fighting in room that's behind you. So check it out, the tv is in the kitchen/dininng area and they have a doorway into the living room/computer area. It's one of those doors that really just acts as a divider so if you had guests in that room and your kitchen was messy you could close the door and everything would be all good. So that door was open and I could hear them bickering, they kinda do that a lot. Then I wasn't sure what happened, because I usally try not to get involved, but James, who's younger chased his older bro Vincent into his room. I was all "Whoa, that's new".
James is a really soft-spoken guy and he's extremely patient, it's almost saintly, BUT he was really pissed. So I heard things come from his mouth that I never thought I'd hear. He said, and I quote, "Why are you hiding in your room? Quit being a PUSSY!" After hearing that James walked away and I guess he was trying to do whatever it was he was doing earlier.
So a commercial comes on and I had been drinking mad soda and needed a bathroom break. On my way to the bathroom I passed Vincent's room and saw James putting one of their huge ass ceramic dogs in front of Vincent's door. I didn't say anything, just went on about my business. But all I could think was "What in the fucking world is going on?" I come out of the bathroom, and at the same time I open the door, Vincent opens the door to his room. He looked at me and I gave him the, "Don't ask, I have no clue" look.
Vincent started walking back to the the computer room and I followed. Vince walked right up to James and said, "Ooooh were you trying to scare me?" James gave Vince a glare and said, "Damn right, Bitch." Then they started mad dogging each other for like 10 seconds and then straight up bust up laughing. So not knowing what completely went down, I just shrugged my shoulders and started watching Holy Man again. I didn't ask, didn't say anything, just let it be. They're too crazy. Don't need that drama.
Random Blurb: Crazy runs in the family tree...that would explain me and my mom. Muahahaha
So, my weekend was cool. Brenna and I went to Open Mic Night at Hot Monkey Love Cafe and we were blown away by the awesome local talent we have, and the talent that actually traveled to visit and perform. Brenna is all psyched up to do her thing and finally take a step into sharing her music. I'm really glad for her that she feels ready and that she has the balls. I'm supposed to perform too, but by doing some spoken word. I thought I'd be super down, like James Brown, but now I'm getting freaked out. It's one thing to have people read the stuff I write, that I can handle without breaking a sweat. I feel kind of weird trying to say what I wrote because I never intended for it to be heard. A lot of my writing is freestyled from my thoughts, so for me to say it outloud seems really odd to me. There have been several people who have told me that I write in a way where there's an underlying rhythm to my words. But as I was trying to say it outloud to myself it sounded all wrong. Each time I would try to practice it's like my voice can't really convey what my writing holds in it's words. I recorded myself and I just don't like what I hear...now I'm getting cold feet. I know that I shouldn't worry because at Hot Monkey Love, it's seriously all Love. All the performers and people in the audience are so supportive, it's just that I always hold myself back in some way when it comes to performing with my voice. The only thing I can bring myself to do with confidence is give a speech, and I know that I shouldn't believe that this is anything different. I feel silly for feeling scared. It's just that this would give some people an inside look at who I really am, and I've tried so hard to keep that a mystery. Now that I think about it more, I'm not scared to perform, I'm scared to have people see me when I'm vulnerable. I don't know if I'm making any type of sense anymore. Don't get me wrong, I'm still going to perform. I'm just feeling a little bit weird about it all. This is a whole new type of element I'm throwing myself into. Sure, I've done many performances. Just nothing this personal. I'm freaking out about it, but I don't want to be daunted. This is something that I really have to do for myself, I just hope I don't break down in tears before/during/or after. BLAH, I'm such a sissy. That's all I have to say for now. Thanks for taking time to read what I write. (Yeah, I'm talking to my same 3 or 4 usuals who come by). Bye!
Random Blurb: Oy, feeling the butterflies already...
What's up people? Well I've had another burst of inspiration for the Kitten. I just wish I've been having that concerning my sketching. I'm in a creative slump in that department. I just wanted to let you know that there is another post on that blog, but also I wanted to share this story with you. So last night I go to the gas station and with gas prices on the rise it's been taking me a full $20 to fill my truck when it's a little over quarter tank. So I'm waiting around for my truck to fill and I look across the street at the 7 Eleven. I hear some loud ass fuck ask, "Hey, is that Rochelle?" I'm like what the hell? I'm the only person at the gas station because mind you it's like 1 am. So this asshole gets in his car and drives across the street to the gas station I'm at, and I see that it's my first boyfriend. Now if you already know about...let's call him, Abner (to protect the fucking lame), you know I hate this guy because he did me wrong. Long story short: I was 13, we were together for 2 and a half months, I didn't give it up, he went and fucked his best friend's slutty ass cousin. OK, with that in mind, he tries to come up to me acting all kinds of cool. Trying to show off the car his daddy bought him for his 20th birthday, trying to prove to me that I'm missing out on whatever the fuck he thinks he has to offer, and the most insulting part was all the while he was trying to check out my ass. So, Abner is one major jerk. I let him talk all he wanted, until he finally asked, "What's up with you? You shouldn't be getting gas by yourself at 1 in the morning. If you were still my girl, I'd take care of you." So, you can gather that I let him have about 6 years of the pent up frustration he should have gotten shoved up his ass back in the day. I believe it went something like this (sorry I can't remember what exactly I said because I went CRAZY):
Look you little shit, I told you back then I didn't want anything else to do with your conceited, over-bearing, pompous ass. You have a lot of nerve to come up to me like everything is all good after all this time. You can take the car that daddy bought you and drive right off a fucking cliff for all I care. You see this truck? At 19, it is under my name, I'm paying for it, and yes I bought it brand spanking new. You're not special no matter what you think. You're just another jerk who's going to be living off daddy until you're 30 fucking years old. I don't need you coming over here acting like I'm the one missing out, because obviously you came here because you can see that over the years I have improved for the better. You wouldn't be trying to look at my ass otherwise. You can look all you want, but remember you're the one who fucked up and you'll never get a piece of it. I have way too much self respect to allow you to try to suck me into your little, "let's try to make up for the past". You were a mistake then, you are a mistake now, and you will be a mistake later. Now move your lame ass out of my way.
He zoomed off real quick with his little rice rocket. I'm not sure if he was mad or embarassed because he had one of his friends in the car. Whatever. He fucks the dumb, as me and Brenna like to say, as inspired by Grouch's CD. Oh, if you do read the post on the kitten, I guaran-fucking-tee that was not inspired by that asshole. That was inspired by a different person. So yeah...that's it for now peoples. Until next time, take care of yourselves!
Random Blurb: Time to go watch Jenny Jones...I have to have a daily dosage of some kind of crappy talk show.
I'm feeling a little crappy. Too much stuff to think about. Life has thrown me into the next hectic little loop. I'm just letting you guys know in order for me to deal with it, well kind of deal with it, I've added another post onto the Kung Fu Kitten. It's heavy, well I can't really say anything I write is exactly happy, but this one in particular is on the depressing side. Just had to let that one out. It's kind of a reflection of my past. I did a lot of hiding behind a facade. I try not to do that so much now, it's hard to break that urge so I've really turned to writing. It sure as hell beats carving my arms up so I could focus on the physical pain instead of the emotional. My bad place now isn't as bad as my bad place from about 4 years ago. Progress is slow, but it's progress. I just suggest that if you're trying to stay happy, don't go read the new post. For the rest who dont' really care, knock yourselves out. Time to get back to work. Later all.
Random Blurb: I wish I was the type of person who could deal with situations easily. I just wish I had more control of myself.
Janice, she's a legend where I work. She's what I like to call, "One clown short of a circus". This lady, she's been calling for dispatch for years, and everyone knows who she is. She's one of those people who you really wouldn't want to meet in real life because you don't want to deal with the reality that is her. I mean she bugs us all out just by leaving a message. I was fortunate today. I didn't take her message, but Josh, that poor kid. He got hit with one of her bad messages. But, for our entertainment pleasure, he was kind enough to copy the message so that I can share with all of you the horrific ordeal that me and my co-workers must listen to, and type. And away we go...
SWEET DREAMS MY HANDSOME, HOT, SEXY, SENSUAL, EROTIC, FANTASTIC LOVER. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE MY MASSIVE, HUGE, DELICIOUS, PHENOMENAL LOVER, DEEPLY, PASSIONATELY, WILDLY, ENORMOUSLY WITH ALL MY HEART AND SOUL FOR ALL ETERNITY. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR WANTING TO BE WITH ME THIS EVENING. I'M DEFINITELY IN ECSTASY ALL BECAUSE OF YOU. YOU DEFINITELY OUT DID YOURSELF. YOU ARE ASTOUNDING, TRULY PHENOMENAL. SWEETIE YOU MAKE ALL MY DREAMS AND FANTASIES A REALITY. I'M THE LUCKIEST WOMAN IN THE WORLD BECAUSE OF YOU. SLEEP WELL SEXY. HAVE BEAUTIFUL DREAMS. I LOVE YOU DEEPLY, FOREVER. KISSES. -JANICE.
Yup, that's Janice. She's just on the top of everyone's worst person to take a message from list. They're always so long and redundant. This is just on of the many potential horrors I have to deal with on a day to day basis. SAVE ME!!! Just and hour and a half of work left...I have to hang in there.
Random Blurb: "Forver and for all eternity, I'll love my truly phenomenal man..." GAG ME WITH A FUCKING SPOON!
Let me start out with, I hate people who are obnoxious, loud, and lack courtesy. I dealt with people like that all last night. I mean after working 8 hours, until 11 at night I was looking to have some good conversation w/one of my best buds, Brenna. I mean where else can we sit down and talk besides our houses at midnight? So we usually opt for Denny's at that time of the night. So after trying the first Denny's on Harbor Drive, which just turned out horribly, we ended up at one of the Denny's closer to us. Things were cool until the table behind us started acting straight up retarded. Lucky for Brenna she had her back to them, I had to try and spend my time not giving them the evil eye because they sucked as people. So let's run down the crap they tried to pull in a Denny's:
They were trying to sing some bitchy, whiny, cry me a fucking river type song. (Hey, I know I can't sing very well, but have you heard of harmonizing?) They started talking big talk about b-boying, talking shit about some major crews and individual b-boys. (Look newjacks, you haven't held it down for years so show some fucking respect for peeps who have foundation!) The lone chick in the group started taking all these pictures, flashing the damn camera everywhere. (Listen, BITCH, I worked for 8 hours staring at a computer screen. I definitely don't need you flashing that shit about like you guys are at the prom.) Don't try to pull b-boy moves in a Denny's at about 1 in the morning, who the fuck are you trying to impress? (Last I checked if you wanted to talk shit about other b-boys you better be able to at least pull off that fucking air baby and then back that shit up with some air flares and dope ass top rocks) Lastly, they were nearing the end of their little venture at Denny's and they celebrated by starting to sit EVERYWHERE there were empty seats. (Oh, so now you fucking own the Denny's?)
Yeah, I'm bitching about people. You know what though I can't stand people who act ignorant and self involved. Quit trying to be an attention whore and definitely do not try to talk about Hip Hop around me if you do not know what's what. I've been living in this culture way too long to listen to some newjacks talk shit about things they don't have a right to talk about. You have not put down the years of work, you have not competed in any of the big b-boy battles, you have not invented any new moves, and you definitely should not bitch about how crews talk shit about each other. You doing that, proves to me that you don't understand how to b-boy. Taunting and playing mind games is 60% of what b-boying is. The other 40% is backing it up with your moves. Learn it and maybe you'll get some respect from the cats who've been doing this damn thing for years. I swear they were lucky that I didn't school them on anything, because then they'd try to use what I said in another conversation where they're trying to be loud and act like they know something.
Please people, just be cool. There's really no need to act like you have to prove anything. Don't waste your breath with talk. Prove your shit when it counts the most. I mean seriously, who the fuck are you trying to impress at a fucking Denny's? The waitress? Each other? The table? No one cares about your shit, so don't try to project your damn conversation through the whole restaurant.
Random Blurb: I know this is a major cliche, but it just works with last nights scenario. "You can talk the talk, but can you walk the walk?"
Ah, yes. Another well spent day at the beach. I kept getting tangled in seaweed, almost got caught in a rip current several times, and had so much fun avoiding the MOUNTAINS of seaweed that washed up onto the beach. Me and Brenna buried Oli in some sand. We endowed him with a present, without realizing it until it was to the point where it had the potential to be highly embarassing. I caught the little dinky waves on the boogie board because they were pretty rough today and I didn't want to have to battle my foe seaweed. On the upside, I got the tan I've been wanting. I still want to be darker. Dark is good. We went home feeling tired, but the good kind.
I Dub Thee, "Ro-Mama"
OK, well after the beach me and the Brentoot went to one of our favorites places...yesh...the wonderful...magnificent...super kewl...STARBUCKS! I have been renamed by Isaac at the Plaza Blvd location. I'm sure for those of you who are familiar w/Starbucks you know that they write your name on your cup so that they can call it out when it's ready. Well, you have to understand me and Brenna go there so much that we have our regular drinks, and certain employees don't even need to ask us what's up. After my usual, Venti Vanilla Chai Latte was ready I noticed what Isaac wrote on my cup. I have been renamed to "Ro-Mama". That's how you know you go to a place way too DAMN much for your own good. Hey, I'm just taking it as a compliment. From now on I'm Ro-Mama w/the big mama truck. That's some goodness right there.
Random Blurb: Josh I know you probably are going to hound me about chai because you don't like it. Sorry dood, can't be all super caffinated like you all the time.
I was watching 106 & Park on BET. I just like to see what the old skool jam and new jams for the day are. So, this was actually yesterday's re-run. The new jam that they played was a Mr. Biggs/Isley Brothers song called "Busted". So I'm pretty sure that you can gather that it's about Mr. Bigg's catching his girl cheating on him with no other than...yup, you guessed it, R. Kelly. I'm just like this is new? It sure as hell looks like every other video with Ron Isley and R. Kelly. The usual story goes:
Girl is with Ron Isley ==> Girl cheats on Ron Isley with R. Kelly ==> R. Kelly or Girl usually slips up ==> Ron Isley confronts girl or R. Kelly = Someone either gets kicked out of the house or someone catches a case
I think it's getting a little old...but then again I only seem to be the only one who notices that it's the same story. The girl is the one who cheats and Ron Isley is the one who gives her the boot. Can we all say, "Trust Issues"? I'm thinking if it's ALWAYS R. Kelly who tries to scoop up Ron Isley's sloppy seconds, then maybe he should keep a closer eye on him. Yes, the reality is not even there. Good grief. C'mon people! Change it up a little bit! So yeah, if I was to ever make a series of music videos let me know if I'm being a little redundant. All right my peoples, it's time to get toasted. I'm heading out to the beach again. Later!
Random Blurb: I think Ron Isley is a woman hater...they seem to only cheat on him. I really think that he's not doing what he needs to keep his woman satisfied...ya heard?!?
OK, so I was up late again doing my "I can't get to sleep, so let me stare at the glowing box until my eyes shut on their own" deal. I was watching Girl, Interrupetd on TNT. I really like Angelina Jolie and it's not because of the fact that she's already famous. I like her a lot for doing her humanitarian work and because she adopted a Cambodian orphan. She really has a lot of respect for the Cambodian culture and Khmer traditions. I think that's awesome that she's not trying to assimilate her son, Maddox. She's keeping him in touch with his birthplace by visiting the home they have in the Cambodian jungle. I find that very admirable, as well as all the work she's done recently to aid children in countries that obviously need some type of help and support. Angelina Jolie can actually act, on top of being considered one of the most beautiful people in Hollywood. She has been known to be really eccentric, but that doesn't seem to bother lots of people. BUT, I do have one gripe about her. It's nothing really negative. It's just something that I was thinking about after watching the movie. Towards the end, there's a scene where she's in restraints and the character Susanna, who's about to be released, visits her. During that whole scene and even after all I could think about is, "Damn she has big lips. I wonder how much chap stick she has to go through depending on the weather?" I mean her lips were straight up chapped in that scene, and the images that came to mind were tubs of vaseline, pots of carmex, and stacks of chapstick. I mean those are big lips! Jeezus, no wonder she's usually pictured wearing very little make up in that area. That'd be a whole lot of lipstick to use. Jeezus, there I go. I'm kinda being mean. Well I gotta get going to work. So I'll just leave it at that.
Random Blurb: She has some DSLs...haha...OK, I'll stop now. Time to be nice.
I got my tan. Woot! I didn't even like tan, tan. You know the kind, where you're all laid out like a piece of meat. Trying to get your ass grilled by the sun. I did a whole lot of boogie boarding. I was all happy that I got to go to the beach for both of my days off. I still don't think I'm dark enough. But yeah let me tell you guys about my weekend. On Wednesday I ended up going to La Jolla to get my boogie on. Jeezus I tell you my self esteem was soooo low when I first got there. All them beach bodies made me feel bad. My confidence level was at a whopping -27 on a 1 to 10 scale. I was the short and chubby chick with thighs that touched. But whatever! I had fun dammit. I got to catch waves, kind of. I left in time to beat the little sprinkling from the clouds and I got me a quesomush. That's some great stuff. It's a chicken or carne asada quesadilla with mushrooms. To all the peeps at Santana's you guys are awesome! I love that taco shop. On Thursday I ended up going to Mission Beach. Did the boogie board thing again. Wrestled some seaweed. Got a couple of gnarly rashes from the board I used and from some seaweed. I wiped out hard and almost drowned myself because I was fighting with the seaweed I got tangled in. Came up gasping for air then repeated the process. I'm weird, I thought it was kinda funny how I almost drowned like 2 times yesterday because of seaweed. I tell you seaweed is my new arch nemesis. YA BASTARD! YOU MAY HAVE WON THIS ROUND BUT I ALWAYS WIN WHEN YOU'RE ON MY CALIFORNIA ROLLS! Man! Evil shit. But yeah, now I'm toasty compared to how I was before but I know that this will last about what? 2 days? I hate how I tan easy and lose it just as fast. So yeah, I'm going to try to find excuses to go outside to maintain my color. I want to be burnt crispy. I'm supposed to be a dark mofo! Fer crying outloud, I'm an islander. My mom told me that I'm lighter than my cousins because we have some Chinese blood. I'm like I don't give a what!?! I'm mostly Filipino. We're like about 1/16 Chinese. I'd kill for skin color reminiscent of a toasty, golden brown, honey glazed, macademia nut. That's some good stuff! Well I'm just covering for Secure Alert. Lynda should be back soon. I'll share more of my mania with you guys later. Adios!
Random Blurb: Mmmmm...another quesomush would be most lover-ly right now!
I'm outspoken, goofy, and it really doesn't take much to keep me happy. I just need to have food in my belly, clothes on my back, a roof over my head, but even more important than all of that I need to be around those I love. Anything else is just a nice bonus to my existence.
