links for the week of 18 january 2009

i’m etsy obsessed, so here’s some of the things i’ve found that make me REALLY happy.

from flytie, the babygirl gathered dress, sweet azul dress, and pop life sweater.

from sew sew suck ur toe, the frida kahlo softie! also, the dia de los muertos softie is awesome.

from my close personal friend mariam at the hand of fatima: a badass lariat necklace, the primp and proper necklace, & roses for claudia earrings.

go check out l’elephant rose! there’s going to be a sale on until the 20th, and all new stuff in the store on the 21st.

because i think renee at womanist musings is a freaking genius, i’m sharing her post about her moon time.

finally, a new post at the bliss project, called first things first.

links for the week of 11 january 2009:

becoming a quality black woman, by monica @ transgriot.

if oscar grant were an athlete, by the super hussy herself.

grand torino: clint eastwood and the white man’s burden, by renee @ womanst musings.

aliyah’s choice, by melinda @ muslimah media watch.

i haven’t done a lot of blog reading this week. but if there’s more, i’ll come back with it.

orgasmic breakthrough.

omi put me on.
sermon #3: where does your faith lie?

erykah badu’s pussy

isn’t any of my business.

it’s not any of yours.

it’s not any of anyone’s except her, the babies that have and will come out of it, her coochie doctor, and whomever she’s sleeping with.

no matter if it’s wilford brimley, common, all of new edition, the current president . . . IT DOESN’T MATTER.

you aren’t paying any of her bills
what you eat doesn’t make her shit
shut the fuck up
and quit hatin.

why have i been lunchin so hard?

ill doctrine is great. see below:

on alicia keys & paranoia

some of mlk’s other quotables

rappers + steroids = foolishness

i have such a crush on jay smooth, just on the strength. tsk, tsk.

also: go check out gordon gartrell radio, courtesy of dj brainchild and phonte from little brother.

b. scott is the shit.

i love b. scott to pieces! he makes me smile on the inside.

on a run-in with a squirrel:

on the LAX ho-stroll:

oh, hell yes.

this is why i fuck w/ chris from SBPH.

he couldn’t be more correct. he also managed to illustrate his point without being a jerk. i love him. i know he’s probably not even reading this post, but i had to share that.

b/w

i think i’ve managed to justify my subscription to premium table channels. thanks to bill, i’m officially hooked on weeds. watching season 3 after not having seen more than snippets of the prior 2 seasons is kind of odd. but i freaking love this show.

i just spit my tea out

laughing at this foolywang mess right here. lol! if you know anything about me, you know there’s nothing more hilarious to me than wilford brimley’s diabetes supply commercials. & don’t forget the obligatory beyonce post.

this just made my night.

number 31 is my favorite.

tell me this isn’t pure freaking genius.

i don’t think i’m supposed to laugh at this.

but this blog is hilarious to me.

braveheart & braverheart.

dave chappelle is, indeed, a genius.

found this on lauren’s blog. yay!

my internet is still having issues.

i refuse to traverse afar just so i can use someone else’s internet, & it seems that the ppl i can mooch off of around here have worse connections than i do. so, what i’ll end up doing, yet again, is writing bits & pieces of blog entries in hopes that i can come back to actually post them later. that seems to be an impossibility at the moment but i do plan to post up w/ good ol’ gertrude (my laptop) at the cafe down the block. yay. they don’t even get mad when ppl mooch their electricity. good.

so that means i’ll be back later, maybe this evening, to write a few things. i feel like my creative juices don’t flow very well when i’m not at home, though. maybe i can remedy that, too.

meh: an update.

1) i’m paying earthlink for internet service. earthlink is cheap. earthlink is trying to make this city wireless. you get what you pay for. i am beyond annoyed. i can’t even blog from home! gah.

2) there is a major scandal brewing at my job. i work in human resources, & that basically means that the inspector general is gonna be down our throats sooner as opposed to later. not just the HR manager. like, the whole office might get called before whomever wants to know about us. lordy be. i’m keeping a low ass profile at the gig. i’m crazy but not stupid. i need to pay close attn & keep my ear to the ground, f’real.

3) i would rather be fucking. seeeeeriously. you have no idea.

4) i discovered that there’s been a four legged creature visiting my apartment. i will kill it, like i did the other one. sorry. if you don’t pay rent & aren’t a welcomed domesticated creature you have to go.

5) i found out that someone i don’t fuck with like that is not only friends w/ someone else i don’t fuck with like that, but that they both seem to think the world of me & want me to kick it wiht them, despite my apparent demonstration of not-wanting-to-fuck-with-them-ness. (yeah, i know.) i want them to be clear on my unwillingness to be bothered, without my having to scream or gnash my teeth. wish me luck.

6) i’m gonna start giving ppl 3 days to pay for bath products. i am not about to waste my life force making salts/ bombs (especially damn bombs) for ppl who don’t seem to understand that they need to pay for what they order when they say they will. this especially applies to the girl in my office who waited 3 weeks to tell me she didn’t have $6 for some bath salts. wtf? boo, i know you don’t have it. that’s why i didn’t bring them shits to your desk… & don’t think i’m giving you a sample or freebie cuz i feel bad. it’s your prerogative to spend bath salts money on mcdonald’s, the same way it’s mine to take these joints home to take a bath with. holler.

7) amy winehouse’s first album is so drastically different (sonically) from her first that she almost sounds like a different person. it’s kinda sad, like on some carmen mcrae shit.

that being said, keyshia cole needn’t be on the cover of the new essence. that’s vomitous. falcor the luck dragon made the cover before they found a “down” white woman? i’m not buying that shit, kid. (if you don’t know i’m joking please let this be your warning. but something about keyshia cole makes me itch incessantly. i don’t know what it is.)

9) riesling is something that i never should have discovered. i love it so much that i wanna name all my babies riesling. really.

10) tomorrow (really today) i go for allergy tests. oh, lord. if i find out that i’ve got celiac disease i’m gonna cry a LOT. then i’m gonna find out how to make bread out of not-wheat. yeah. that’s a word i just made up.

11) knowing that a girlfriend of mine is pregnant, two friends are going through divorces, & that most of my attached friends are either having drama or dating complete loons has made me feel much better about rolling solo. it sucks when i wanna cuddle on the sofa, but screw all that emo crap. i’m bad all by myself.

12) i just got cayenne pepper up my nose. damn.

13) my crush probably doesn’t know he’s my crush, & that’s okay.

14) season 4 of the wire on dvd soon. YES! more cutty. thanks, netflix!

15) i’m one day going to be a homeowner. that’s neat.

my new e-crush

is heather armstrong, of dooce.com. she is hilarious & sounds like someone i’d love to sit down and talk shit with over a cup of something intoxicating. i found the link on atlanta’s blog. i giggled heartily at heather’s biography & find her writing style to be overall enjoyable. cute. snarky. not unlike myself.

i was gonna spend some time bitching about how my whole outfit today (minus the undies) is from damn old navy. because there’s one right near my job & they have the ill clearance rack AND plus-sized clothes that don’t look supercheap, matronly, or otherwise bad on me. even though their shit is cut funny, i have a good time overall w/ my sweatshop threads from that place. then i was gonna start bitching about how they’re moving all the plus-sized clothes to the online store and no longer carrying them shits in-store. that is depressing, insulting, and hella inconvenient. i can’t tool about in the internet on my lunch break. i can’t try on clothes when i’m bored via my laptop. BOO, old navy. shame on you. this is worse than when h&m got rid of their plus clothes and acted like broads weren’t buying the shit. *sigh*
it doesn’t matter cuz btwn the IBS & my possible gluten sensitivity, i’m finna be on kelly price status: i’ll drop crazy weight & then the only thing still huge on me will be my arse. lol.

anyway, i gotta go to work.