How Beyonce Saved My Life

Funny shit that lifted my spirits during one of my darker days. Nothing like a fine woman kicking ass, even if she is two-dimensional.

I haven't been around for a goood while. [Looks at last login] Wow. Damn. Scratching Head. Where was I? Oh. Was dragged to see OBSESSED with a lady friend (emphasis on FRIEND) a couple weeks back (surprisingly sit-through-able). A Thoroughbred in a skintight vest and jeans is enough to keep a bruh from nodding off. The Thoroughbred being Beyonce, not the lady friend. Ha. Had me up past midnight days ago doing some Bee [ahem] research and came across this little nugget of comedy gold only a place like youtube could provide.

Lil Wayne "Feels Like Dying" and I Feel Like Socking Him

http://www.thefader.com/blog/articles/2007/05/30/audio-lil-wayne-i-feel-like-dying

This is why the suicide rates were down for black kids in the first place...because garbage like this didn't exist. Not to say Wayne is garbage because I think he's one of the most impressive lyricists in the game right now. The song is poetic, but not necessary in my opinion.

This goes to show you how far hip-hop has come. It is truly the new rock when its stars have had access to so much in their short lives that their contemplating taking them.

Not a good look for Wayne. I prefer his "Georgia," about Hurricane Katrina. Now THAT was saying something.

Why Res, Why?

Shout out to the ladies of The CL blog.

Found out that the sexy, elegant Res has gone wild. And here I was holding out hope that she would release another album and become my ninth baby mama (no I don't have any kids but can't a man have a wish list?)

They areJ'AR Girls from The Hood.



Res, as I would like to remember her.

Sigh.

Cell Phone Spam?

Damn, Sprint. Or damn hackers...I don't really know who to blame but it's getting on my nerves...

I'm noticing that every few calls I've been making these days, I get a redirect to a recording "Welcome to the American Roaming Network."

I'm hoping this sit-chiation fixes itself before I have to make a call to Sprint that I'm just too lazy to make right now. I've cursed enough people out this week.

Just when I was thinking about renewing my contract...

Wednesday The 14th: Nightmare on 23rd Street

The girl I'm really interested in spending quality time with is anti-Valentines day (which I fully respect and appreciate because deep down inside, if I wasn't feeling her so much, I would be, too).

Girl #2 (Deseperado) keeps calling, trying to break a brotha for a date and some chocolates but...I don't feel like wasting my time.

Girl #3 (My homegirl) is trying to plan a singles night out that I can't even think about going to because my ex is one of the organizers--ugly breakup.

I guess I'll just spend the night shivering (broken heater), ducking Desperado and waiting on the 15th to come....

Random Thought: The Cable Guy: Adventures in Networking

Why are cable guys so talkative? Everyone I've gotten have done more work bumping their jaws than actually hooking the shit up.

My first post had to be an angry one. Welcome to my world.