Link updates... I've got 2 new goodies to add to my favorites list, and page links
Down on Love (he's from nyc, and the site is definately stalkable)
Angry Black Girl (Reesha keeps me stalking her on the daily)
Thats it for now.. carry on.
Just the other day on the long train ride home I had the misfortune of having a guy sit next to me who decided to fuck with me all the way home.. Now I was sick as hell, and looked to be in pain. The red wave of doom was beating my ass down, headache, nausea, weak, dizzy, ect.. I kinda closed my eyes and tried to take a nap, when he elbowed me in the titty to wake me up.. Dude asks me some random question, I answer real shitty, and try to go back to sleep.. Next thing I know he's playing with his phone, listening to the diffrent ringers, and I peek one eye open with extreme irratation.. So he starts asking me if I like the diffrent songs on his phone, he starts singing along to the songs, and he's really pissing me off.. I shoulda went psycho-bitch-wit-pms on his ass, but I was far too weak and dizzy to do so.. I kinda laid my head against the train window pittifully, while this fool sat far too close up on me for my liking, and annoyed the shit outta me..
So I try to plead for sympathy and tell ole boy that i'm far too sick to engage in any conversation, and would he please leave my mean-ass alone.. That shit went in one ear and rite out the other, because the next question was.. Hummmmm you're looking kinda good, where's your man.. My instant reply is that i'm krazy in love with my man, so he asks me if he could be my friend, and i'm like nawww my man is all the friend I need... Final straw is when he starts talking about how much he luvs raggee music, and puts a loudly playing phone up to my ear to hear some bob marley tune.. I about slapped the phone outta his hand trying to get it away from my ear and headache having head.. Thank the lawd his train stop came up, so he wrapped one arm around me in a hugg and said he hopes I feel betta soon, and to take some thera-flu for my cold.. (what should I tell random negros i'm on the rag, having a cold alwayz works as an excuse)
I'm convinced that shit like this only happens on public transportation in Chi.cago, but then again Max told some seriously krazy stories about stuff that happened to him in Cali on the bus..
Just last night I sat next to this cool-ass-chick and we had a great conversation about krazy shit that happens on the train.. She told me that her and her homie had to switch train cars to get away from the awful site of this guy who was rubbing his crotch, and fiddling with his zipper like he wuz finna pull out his dick.. Her girl wanted to stay and see how big it wuz, but she was not having any parts of that freak show..
Of course I had to topp that story with the one about my gyrl T who took zoned out in her own thoughts on the train, and looked up to realize that she wuz the only one on the train with a krazy man who had pulled out his dick, and was playing with it, while staring at her.. and ole gyrl I met really cracked up at the story of the man on the crowded train who pulled out his dick and didn't stop until he had busted a huge nutt.. I can't believe nobody told the lady sitting in front of him what was going on. Well it wuz too late to say anythang because he had busted that nutt all over the back of the lady's hair.. Ole gyrl I told the story to was in a state of disbelief and cracking up.. We fell all over each other laughing and slapping each other on the arm, like buddies that had known each other forever, not strangers on the train..
But before me and ole gyrl started trading stories about train shit, some funny stuff happened with her and her homie.. They were sitting there chilling and talkin shit when I got on the train, and next thing I know her homie started acting funny.. It was clearly cold in chicago last nite, but she said loudly.. Whewwww it's so hott, it's about 80 degrees tonite, what month is it, it's not september, it must be July, damn i'm sweating.. I looked over @ them confused, and her friend was trying to hush her up.. She carried on with her antics, the friend was dying laughing, but I didn't get the joke.. When a few people moved I saw the object of her attention.. I spotted a really pretty and ultra tanned white chick, with the shortest denim skirt ever, no pantyhose, high heeled white pumps, a long sleeved dress shirt, and a little bitty denim jacket..
Now the black chick carries on with her fashion-critique.. aint she cold, i'd be cold, nobody else out here got on a skirt, at least wear some tights, why she got on white heels on a fall day, and her ass got on a jacket with long sleeved shirt she must be cold on the top, why her miniskirt got a big ass 1980's hole on the side of it.. by this point a few other black girls had taken noticed and started laughing saying "well u know they never get cold, she would wear that shit on a winter day too, with flip flops" I know that girl had to hear it, but she played it off and looked the other way and carried on with her own conversation with the dude she wuz with.. I couldn't take my eyes off her outfit, and yes it looked silly.. Tha ish may flyy in 1984, but not 2004, and she prob wuz cold.
I should carry a video phone around with me and get clips of the shit I see.
(see previous post) The baby shower was wonderful.. mamma to be is holding on and is determined not to drop that baby until October as scheduled.. She got more gifts than the baby department at Ta.rg.et has shelves.
My hair is no longer looking like a bag of cotton.. and it's neatly twisted and lying down in short coils.. This style should keep for a few weeks.
I'm going to the grocery store soon, to bring about an end to wack-snacks in my house.. I swear we get down to nothing but bread, ketchup, and water in my fridge too often for my liking.. It's easier to shop in short shifts to keep things updated and fruit fresh, but damn we wait until everythang is GONE.. Even the dog is outta food, and thats one heffa I don't want to see complaining and hungry.
Perhaps thats why the lil heffa went into my mom's purse and stole some candy that my homie had given me after church.. The dog ate a grape tootsie roll sucker, and a few tootsie roll candies.. I wuz mad enuff to throw down and beat her ass, cuz that grape sucker had my name written all over it.. Instead it ended up being held between doggie paws and eaten.
(on a serious note) My mom co-owns the house we live in with a family member from Cali. (her cousin is also part owner).. It appears that cousin no longer wants to own his half of the house, and wants my mom to buy him out.. It's goinna take a loan and ugly mortgage to do it, but its worth it to have freedom and sole ownership.. Well let me correct that.. she won't have sole ownership, cuz she wants to put me on the paperwork with her.. Yep thats right, my azz may very soon be half-owner of my home.. Aint that a bitch.. I'm excited and scared too, cuz of the financial responsibility and loan we will be having to pay now, but I trust God fully and know all things will work out for the good.. and damn now that I can say I own a home, and don't just "live in my mommas house" does that mean I will be able to apply for food stamps/link card as a poor working college student.. lmao.. U know where my head is at..
I heard that new Kweli cd... sighs.. I'm so so so upset. I didn't like not ONE song on that bitch.. How is this possible I kept asking myself while listening to it.. It got so bad that I deleted it from the hard drive in disgust. No sir I won't be purchasing that one. Dude needs to scrap that shit and go back to the studio.. I dont know how to explain it, but its just boring and lackluster as hell.
I'm going shopping for a baby shower gift tonite, for someone who may not even have the baby shower tomorrow.. She's already dialating a full 15 dayz before her due date, and they are hoping she does not pop out the baby before tomorrow's party.. Hold on a lil while longer.. I want to take all kinda pregnancy and party picz..
I hate my hair today... it's totally not behaving.. and it looks like a sheep's behind.. sighs.. and the stylist can't take me until tomorrow morning to get my twists done.. I think i'll wear a headwrap today and do my Badu impression.
Equally wack was the salmon burger I attempted to eat for dinner last night.. The shit was so gross and terrible that I took one bite, spit it out on my plate, and quickly wrapped that joint up and pitched it in the garbage. Man the taste was overwhelmingly sickening.. It was like giving oral sex to a man with an anchovie for a dick.. Yeah that bad..
I skipped class last night.. These teachers have not motivated me one iota so far.. In fact on the first day, dude told us that he's not giving us any tests, no quizzes, not taking attendance, and does not care if we show up or not, in fact he won't even learn our names.. Well to a lazy heffa like me that means free-for-all, and i'll show up when I damn well please.. I laid around the house bored and somewhat irratated yesterday.. I dunno but I think I just needed some fresh air or something.. When my mom got home she convinced me to get dressed and we hitt the streets.. Went to App.le.bee's and had a slammin meal. Salad with grilled chicken and all kinda southwest fixings on it.. Then we hit the mall nearby and spent too much damn money up in Wal.gre.ens of all places.. I swear lil bullshit like toiletries can add up when you run out of everything at the same time.
I'm not impressed with the fall's fashion choices so far.. I'm not going to start yapping about the poncho's because i've done that enough, and i'm sure everybody know how much I dislike them.. But then I peeped something worse. Ya know those shirts that look like a long scarf. Like you draped a long scarf across the back of your neck and let it dangle down and cover your breasts.. Yeah those (random example).. I peeped em in red and lime green in the plus size department of Rain.bow.. Hopefully I won't be seeing any big heffa's in the club wearing that shit.. and if you're one of those big heffa's reading this, and you do wear that shit to the club, and hear someone snickering behind you.. chances are that if you're in Chi.cago, it's my black ass getting my entertainment on, laughing at your non-dressing ass.. and speaking of Rain.bow I just wanna give em a big fat Boooooooooooooo for that fucked up looking selection they have up in the stores this season.. Lawd i'll be so happy when I graduate, get a real job, and can retire from wearing that cheap looking bullshit.. The key is to shop selectively and buy shit from there that does not look like it came from there, it's kinda hard, but I don't wanna look like a cheap hooka while standing next to a cheap looking hooka who bought the same damn outfit on sale for 14.99.
A sista is tired and annoyed tonight... The "pinks: have thoroughly gotten on my last nerve, and i've got 2 more days of dealing with em.. I'm in new job training all this weekend, from sunup - sundown with folks from all across tha country.. It's one thang to deal with "local pinks", but the damn "tourist country-ass" ones have taken the cake.. Too damn chipper, happy, excited and cheer-leader like for my personal tastes.. I'm a laid back kind of individual, and all that happy rah-rah shit makes me itch sometimes..
We went to an off-site location for some volunteer service, and I was subjected to dust 4 inches thick all over everything, dust-horses (bigger than dust bunnies), mouse droppings, and huge heavy ass boxes.. Ohhhhh I was not a happy lil camper today. We probably woulda got through it without complaining if we had been prepared. They sent us to this moldy, dusty, cramped room to clean it out, with NO gloves, mask, head coverings, or health protection.. For about 2 hrz after the activity, I was hacking and coughing like I had the plague.. Something tells me that inhaling dust and mouse shit is not good for ones' health. Correct me if i'm wrong.. ok..
I'm going my ass to bed early tonite.. goinna hitt the shower, wash off the gritty layer of dust i'm sure is still on my skin and hair, and tuck myself in the bed.. I've got an early ass day Saturday too.. I'm hoping that i'll be a more pleasant individual tomorrow (wearing a thicker jacket to keep me warm, more comfortable shoes than the ones i had on today, more breathing and relaxion to adjust to the "pinks" happy-go-lucky-asses, and no more mouse droppings or dust to deal with.
I'm collecting far too many funeral souviners for my own damn liking.. Ok so they are not really called "funeral souviners" but damnit I can't think of the word right now. U know what i'm talking about, the paper with the persons photo on the front and info about their life on the inside.. yeah.. those. I started off with one of em wayyyyy back in 1992 with my aunt's funeral, and now i've got a whole drawer full of em.. I added one to the pile yesterday.
My mom's cousin Edward's wife died.. They were married forever, about 50 yrz, (yeah thats a long time) but there was all kinda drama at the funeral because his 2 younger sisters did not come to the service.. They have not seen or spoken to him in many many years due to some personal family beef that popped off back when their father died. All these decades later they still ain't speaking.. Personally I think it's sad and silly that they are this damn old, don't have that many years left (well i said they are ancient, lol), and are still on some krazy "i'm not speaking to you" shit.. My mom and I walked into the funeral, and the old guy laid eyes on my momma and him and his daughter burst into tears, because it reminded him that his sisters didn't come.. He hugged my momma and cried "they didn't come, my sistas didn't come" It just about broke my heart to see that.
On an up note I met ALOT of family members yesterday. I met at least 10 cousins I never knew I had. Not in that 4th cousin twice removed kinda way.. These folks are actually close to me in blood.. and they are cool as shit too. In their late 30's - early 50's and real down to earth cool peoples.
One good thang about activities after a funeral is the family get together complete with drinking, shit talking, jokes, good food and fun.. I thought about Queenie when I was there because the oven door opened and out came a huge pan of bubbly mac-n-cheese that was good enough to be dubbed "royal".. also up in that oven was a pan of peach cobbler.. Ohhhhh yes it was on and a good time was had by all.. Kinda makes me sad that the only time I kick back and have a good time with the family is at somebody's funeral afterset.
Shit has been so boring and routine that i'm getting cool with it.. The weekend came and went without incident or any story to report.. i'm like damn, but i'm not complaining about it either.
Even school is boring.. i've got one of those professors who just stand there and put up the powerpoint presentation and read that shit word for word like we are all blindfolded or blind, and are incapable of reading it for ourselves.. Feels like a waste of my time being there. She could email us the presentation. I could read it at home or whenever I felt like it. Then i'd be free to spend my valuable time doing something really important.. Ohhhhhhh I dunno, like sleeping.
As yall know, I flew on outta here last Friday, and damn near covered the whole country before I arrived in Vegas. When ya fly stand-by, and for free on an employee hookup the airline seats all the paid passengers first and then if there's room they give seats to the free folks. We flew down south, then back to a small town in Illinois, then off to vegas.. Got there round Midnite, and were dazzled by all the lights and huge hotels. We stayed @ the Luxor, the one that looks like it's right out of Egypt, complete with pyramid shaped hotel and sphinx.. The Vegas strip is off the hook. It woulda been mighty lame to get there and go to sleep, but sistas were tired as heck.. But not wanting to be lame won out so we went for a walk.. Hadn't been out more than 10 minutes when we heard famaliar sounds * pop pop pop * about 2 blocks later we walk up on the aftermath of a shooting and find ambulances dragging shot-up black folks up off the street and off to the hospital.. I'm thinking hummmmmmmm this is a wild ass city. We hitt up a 24 hr Fat.burger and maxed out on turkey burgers and fries.. Excellent eating if I must say so, and i'm happy they dont have one in chicago or it would add about 10 pounds to my ass monthly..
A few words about Vegas.. it's earned the name sin city for a reason.. Folks drink liqua and act a fool 24 hrz a day.. Those meter-long plastic margarita glasses are so not cute, and I bet i'd make a fortune there selling no-doze and hangover concoctions.. (I held myself togetha nicely and only consumed 3 cocktails my whole time there) Majority of the women there wear skirts that look like hankerchiefs (regardless of body shape and size), and it's so damn hott that all the white folks are a nasty shade of sunburnt red, with sun-spotted skin that looks like a wrinkled crusty aligator.. It should be a requirement to dip in sunblock before leaving the comforts of home.
Saturday is a damn blurr because all the dayz kinda ran together but I do remember the heat of the day, and I thought my skin would cook on my bones. We ended up shopping the botiques in the Aladdin hotel, and getting some great deals in the Eddie Bauer store. But my girl took it up a notch and got some expensive stuff in the BC.BG store.
Saturday's highlight was going to see a Vegas show.. Playing at the NY NY hotel is a hott sexxy steamy show, it's like the circus meets sex city. We decided to act like ballers and drop 95 bucks for 2nd row tix.. However I paid for it dearly because the actors of the show get the audience involved. My dress was clevage spilling and I caught some attention that was unexpected. I got pulled up to the front of the stage and I ended up groped and humped from the rear by the latino sex-pot of the show who exclaimed to a majority white audience that "the darker the berry the sweeter the juices" (yeah I liked that part)
Sunday my girl woke up to an injured foot. A night of walking in high heels and a day of running around the strip and the mall put her left paw out of comission. Had to hit up the store to get a ace bandage for her, and wrap her up like a mummy. Not letting that slow us down we continued our adventures by spending the day fully exploring our hotel.. Vegas hotels are not like your typical hotel, that just has rooms and places to eat.. noooooooo a vegas hotel typically has its own mall, amusement park rides, movie theater, multiple food courts, live shows, ect.. There's realy nothing to do in the "city" of Vegas, all the fun is found in going thru the hotels.. If you don't enjoy walking, this is really not the city for you to be in.
Monday we checked out of our egyptian paradise and headed to the airport. Thats about when the shit hit the fan and "abuse a black girl day" began. Folks were super nasty and rude to us ALL day, beginning at airport security, the ticket counter, and the shuttle bus station. There was only one seat available on our flight, and my girl was a real homie, and didn't leave my black ass there alone to catch the next plane alone. (Thats why I love the hell outta that girl)The next plane didn't leave for 11 hrz, so we left our bags checked in and we went back to the strip because it was only about 15 minutes from the airport.. Our asses tried to make the best out of it and hit up the MGM grand hotel and played the slots, lost 5 bucks each, and watched other people drop hundreds of dollars on the roulette table and loose it all (dumb asses).. After shopping and trying to find entertainment there, we ate dinner at Emeril's (best food i've ever eaten) and then rolled back to the airport.. After about 3 hella boring hours, we begged our way onto the plane, and the last 2 seats on the flight were in first class *special treat from God*
Tuesday the drama continued as we arrived down south about 6 am, and waited for a plane back to chicago. I don't know why I decided to eat a lil sumthing, and then neglect to take my motion sickness pill.. But damnit shortly after takeoff I was bent over heaving into the barf-bag and crying.. Ended up in the lavatory shitting up a storm and still feeling sick.. Then back to my seat for round two of throwing up and crying.. Followed by a 3rd barf bag.. I was sooooooo fucked up. By my 3rd time there was nothing left to come up, just those painful dry heaves and stomach acid.. The heaves rocked me so hard I gripped my friends knee for support, heaved real hard, and pissed in my pants.. Yes it was emberassment to the maximum.. Not only had I been wearing the same draws for 24 hrz (since checking out of the hotel monday morning) but now I had the nerve to piss in em.. I cried and thanked God there was nobody sitting in the empty 3rd seat next to me, cuz they probably woulda been trying to sit my sick ass out on the wing, from my first experience with the barf bag.. and of course the stewardesses looked @ me like I was ultra retarded..
After getting my vomit smelling, pissy pants, self off the turbulance plane from hell, my girl dropped me off @ home, and I dropped my suitcase at the front door (it's still sitting there).. I ran some water over my funky body and crashed out in the bed. 7 hours later my mom was home from work, and I was still sleepin.. Somehow I'd caught some kinda bugg, cuz a sista had a feaver of 102, was ultra dizzy, headache, and felt like i'd been put in a blender.. I had to take myself an icey cold bath last night to bring the temperature down (so not fun at all) The sickness lasted all damn night until this morning.. I laid in bed awhile so dizzy and hott I couldn't lift my head from the pillow.. My mom was @ work and I was crying cuz I could sure use some motherly attention and love.. However I was alone and dragged my ass up the hallway to some water for my body, and light food for my stomach.. Thankfully the headache went away slowly, the feaver dropped down to 99, and the AC is kickin so hard in the crib that i'm freezin, but it feels better to my hot skin..
U know how it is when you're so sick n fucked up you start going over in your head all the horrible things you think you may have.. I'm like damn is this SARS (there were lots of asian tourists in vegas), heppatitis, flu, ect? But i'm back on the road to wellville, going to get my black ass back in the bed (mad cuz there's no food in the house) and await my mother's return from work so I can get some love, petting, and attention.. I've been thru alot, i'm feeling kinda needy right about now.. I'm so damn happy to be home, missed yall, and can't wait to start stalkin yall again soon as i'm well enough to do so.. Mwwaaahhhhhhh. (a whole bunch of photos will be posted too, but knowing my lazy ass that could take a week)
Aight.. a sista is going on a much needed vacation and heading off to LasVegas with my best homie for the weekend..
Yall take care, be good and safe this holiday weekend, and don't don't nuffin I wouldn't do..
Peace and blessings
