fingers crossed

call me a dreamer, a loser, whatever, but i definitely got outta bed today just to go to the convenience store to get some quick picks for the fucking megamillions lottery AND i've been fantasizing all week about winning that fucking jackpot. and sure, i'd like to be a philanthropist and give money to libraries and public schools and restorative justice programs and agencies for women's reproductive rights, but i mean, let's be serious the GEAR that i would buy would be ridiculo. AND the crew would take a VACATION to turks and caicos or the island of capri and rock some pucci dresses and get drizzed. and then i also would kinda wanna get a fly winnebago and drive across the country and see hot springs and buffalo and mt rushmore and yellowstone national park, with some camping, cus i like camping, but fuck a motel 6. i don't know. i guess the latter i could make happen without winning the lottery, but whatever, jus sayin, my fingers are crossed.


update: i didn't win the lotto

new year

september pretty much marks the beginning of a year for me and mostly it's because for the last twenty fucking years of my life i've started school in september. and sort of like women being the new men, imma maybe go out on a limb here and say september, it's the new fucking january. so. with all that being said, i would just like to give a FUCK YOU to this past year. THUMBS DOWN. it has been hands down one of the hardest and saddest years of my life and i know all the people i love feel me on this. everyone has had a tough fucking year. AND i'm over it. september is upon us. here's to something better. i love yous.



check out this fake ass picasso wit a thumbs down! i mean, it ain't his, but i'm feelin it anyway.

what the fuck

i am being terrorized by house centipedes.

tea party

this shit is DELICIOUS over ice. it's a black tea and elderflower flavoured vodka. it's so fucking good. i'm not sure where it's being sold, but i really want a bottle before summer ends.

mad men

i watch a lot of late night tv, i'm kinda like a fake insomniac. last week was pretty fucking sleepless so i managed to watch thirteen episodes of mad men on demand... thirteen episodes, and i still can't decide if i even really fucking like it... the show is such an on point period piece, it's the early 1960's and there's lots of US history, which i really like, you know, the space race, the cold war, JFK, the cuban missile crisis, the civil rights movement, gender oppression, etc... but honestly the show sorta hurts my softy feelings. there's mad infidelity and it's jus mad cruel to women and i know thass how it was, but still. if anyone has seen the show, i'm sure you'll know what i'm talking about, the sweetypie secretary that gets rashed on by everybody, well, she jus really breaks my heart... the costumes and make up and hair are INSANE. so big ups there. the women on the show just all look soooo GOOD and the men are real handsome.


will someone i know watch this? please and thanks.

ass ass titties titties ass n titties

her bathing suit is on some other shit, but again, i gotta give it to amber rose and that ass.

old crush

i have a lot of love for mariah. and breakdown may be one of my top five mariah jams...



but this post ain't really about mariah, it's about layzie bone and how he was fine. like really fine. HA.

wow

well, this shit is bananas


......

letting shit go, over-rated

so i been thinking a lot about letting shit go, and you know what, i've concluded that there are some things that can not be and should not be let go until someone gets punched in the fucking face.

my shit list includes, and is by no means limited to the gay boy who outside of a diplo show at the middle east called me fat or to the wack bitches who tagged me as "YIKES" in a facebook photo from one of them 90's jams at middlesex or to the chic at a redman and raekwon show who was acting like a fucking flooze and pinched my ex-mans cheek and told him he was adorable as i held his fucking hand. i told that bitch that i would fucking kill her and homegurl, course, scurried off wit the quickness... but i was still plotting a tackling attack on her the whole way outta the avalon. i saw red. all of these people really made me angry and you know what, while most of the above i can recognize as being real stupid offenses, some people jus needa learn how to fucking act. and if you ain't coming correct, you needa get banged out.

family matters

i watch family matters, A LOT. i jus wanna give a big up to steve urkel for always trying to make laura happy, aw steve, and for creating the fucking smooth and fine, stefan urquelle. i'm sayin the urkel dance was the kneeees and i totally remember seeing it for the first time on TGIF and being like ohhh shit, that's cool. on the real, i think i had it recorded it on VHS and tried to learn the moves myself.


the other night i caught a CLASSIC episode with new edition, they swooooon hariette and bobby brown and urkel dance together. and fuck it, i fucking love bobby brown too.


AND you know who else was kinda the man? waldo.

loves it

i fucking neeeeeeeed these.

ohhh aubrey

bitch kinda makes me wanna gauge my eyes out.




how you gon do eddie murph like that? i'm not even sure why i'm hating on her so hard cus i definitely watched the danity kane break up special on mtv AND felt kinda sad for her, and i did think she looked good in a cheap, wet seal kinda way in complex magazine... whatever, the point of the post is that the song SUCKS. and she's wilin.

birthday gurl

appolonia is fucking fifty today. that's bananas. happy birthday to one of the flyest chics to ever hit the block. AND fuck that, purple rain forever.