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.

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i’m tired of this shit.

myopia is a disease. it can be a blessing and simultaneously a curse, if you will. i don’t mean what my eyes can do (i’m a prime candidate for corrective eye surgery, actually). i’m talking about worldview perspective, or the lack thereof. i’m still here with mine. i’m not sure there are too many other ways to say it. i believe that love must fuel change. when i change myself, it is out of love — i cast away old things. i cast away negativity. i cast away damaging things to improve myself. to me, change outside of ourselves should be fueled by the same feelings of love. there is no other way. what could be greater than love?

shine on!

dope girl fresh has been featured on the ultraviolet underground blog.

altered thought’s silly ass is back at it. this time, he wants you to learn the basics of having relations.

laeti├žia has learned the glory of bragging, a valuable lesson learned from mama gena.

falsabaiana’s kids won the GOLD in their ballroom competition. (girl, gimme a link to read if there is one) she’s also a recent birthday girl! yaaaaaaaaay!

this is my time to celebrate ppl i know/ love (especially myself! lol) & the wonderful things they do/ create, no matter how big or small.

prayers for you.

daughter
friend
sister
cousin
auntie
uncle
grandmother
grandfather
neighbor
stranger
coworker
customer
client
server
pet-owner
lost one
found one
so that you might love/ fight/ see/ be
better.

i couldn’t have said it better.

this post is a reflection of what runs through my mind almost constantly when i’m riding public transit during hours that kids are out, or when i enter the gallery to make a purchase or avoid inclement weather outdoors. i feel like a traitor sometimes. i try not to be elitist. i try not to think poorly of poor ppl. but, dammit, these knucklehead kids & the parents who are raising them half-assed if at all . . . what do i do when i, as an HR professional (until further notice), meet these same folks at a job fair and can’t even entertain the idea of trying to recruit them when i know beyond a shadow of a doubt that they’re unemployable?

i’m not saying every one of these buck-wild-in-the-wrong-way kids is gonna grow up to be a total fuckwad.
i’m saying plenty of them are — one is too many, really — and i just don’t wanna be bothered.

*sigh*

it’s enough to make me glad as shit to be a brainiac snob. i know that there’s a lot under all this. i know. i know that there’s dysfunction at play long before any of these little ones even exit the birth canal. but dammit, sometimes i don’t care. i want peace & quiet. i don’t wanna have to sit next to your smelly, cheese-curl-eating-at-seven-thirty-in-the-morning ass. i don’t fucking care if you know all the words to some dipset song. i don’t need to hear if you think j. holiday is sexy as shit — do you even know wtf that means? and pull your fucking pants up. stop with the imitations of what you think languages that aren’t english sound like.

ugh.

i give up. i’m going to bed. rant over.

music to wake up to:

swing – che grand

sunshine (woke me up this morning) – labelle

take it easy, my brother charles – jorge ben

congo – amel larrieux

the art of noise – cee-lo

i (mikey) rock – the cool kids

another star – stevie wonder

papillon (aka hot butterfly) – chaka khan

shorties – sa-ra

skew it on the bar-b (f/ raekwon) – outkast

michael jackson – the mitchell brothers

see-line woman – nina simone

sLAyer (feat pacific division, bleu collar, & diz gibran) – j*davey

mama (metro area birthday dub) – hugh masekela

1 2 3 4 – feist

country livin’ (the world i know) – esthero

. . . i’m listening to these songs this morning cuz my black ass reaaaaaaaaaally needs the motivation.

ps —

happy birthday, atlanta. you are a dynamic, powerful, absolutely beautiful soul & i’m thankful to know you. stay open to the universe, continue to reach for everything you want, & don’t ever let anyone tell you that you don’t deserve every last tasty morsel that is life. may you be blessed richly today & always. beijos!

i can’t stop laughing.

courtney, if you’re reading: don’t front. lmao!

this is why i love her:

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