Friday, August 28, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Wow, has it really been eight years since Aaliyah died? Time flies.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
As much as I L-O-V-E my neighborhood and L-I-V-E for the summers, there is one thing that I truly can't stand- the annual summer rapist. Every single year since I moved here, there's been some lunatic running around upper Harlem and Washington Heights making it nervous for women. And unfortunately, I see that '09 is not going to be an exception. Sigh.
So this is my PSA to all women living in the upper, upper west side of Manhattan- PLEASE be careful. Apparently this sicko has a preference- he's been raping and robbing petite women of all ages. In fact, this past Tuesday, a 69 year-old woman became his third victim. Like seriously? Who the hell rapes a 69 year-old woman?
Yeah there is certainly a special place in hell for this one I tell you.
Oh and ladies, please don't forget to share the news with all the males you know as well. Quite honestly, they should be equally concerned. 'Cause it's all fun and games till it's your mom/ sister/ aunt/ cousin/ girlfriend that's calling from the hospital...
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
Friday, August 7, 2009
Okay, for the record I'm all for teenagers using intimate dance moves to express their sexuality. Call me liberal but all means, get on the dance floor and grind it out all night if that'll knock off the edge (read: keep the unplanned pregnancy rate down). HOWSOMEVA, there is a LIMITATION to the stupidity. And this recent dancehall craze called daggerin'... well, this is where mama gots to draw the line.
Honestly? Peep the video. I wouldn't even describe this as imitating rough sex. Nope, survey says straight domestic violence. WTF is that Pum Pum dive at about 3:01?? I wish some negro would leap off a ladder and land on top of me... Shoot. Not for nothing, these hips ain't NEVER, EVER, EVER been built for that.
Like Elsa used to say, these kids are making my nerves bad. Sigh.
Jesus be a broken pelvis.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Monday, August 3, 2009
According to Reuters, dude (who happens to be the Head of the Roman Catholic Church in England) is "concerned that excessive use of emails and mobile phone text messaging is creating shallow friendships and undermining community life." Now, initially, I almost co-signed on his sentiment but then he had to go that extra inch and hit us in the head with his opinion"that popular social networking sites led young people to form "transient relationships" which put them at risk of suicide when they collapse." Suicide? Really? Please insert blank look with three blinks.
Listen, I too wish kids nowadays spent waaaay more time running around, playing sports and being carefree than playing video games, talking on cells, sending IMs and stalking one another Myspace/ FB or whatever the hell is the cyberflavor of the month. But I can't act like back in the day, I wasn't up until all hours of the night talking/ whispering ('cause each Elsa caught me it was sure to be an ass whooping) on the 3-way call, beeping some cute boy on a those ginormous skytel pagers and acting like I was gonna literally die if my Dad didn't click over every time the call waiting sound beeped. And guess what? I turned out just fine. So Father God forgive me if I think to imply that suicide is imminent if someone 'un-friends' you (especially when you're the leader of a church) is a bit much.... Oh well.
Jesus be the bungee cord.
Um, actually, it's not. But yet and still. Big E hooked a sister up for no reason at all, except that she thought it would be something that I'd L-O-V-E. And even though I am SO not the new gadget/ techie-type person at all; I really, really do.
Seriously, tho? There is absolutely nothing in the world better than random acts of kindness. You know the funny card in the mail, 'have a great day' flowers on a Wed, taking my car to get washed 'cause you know I HATE to do it or simply having the bed made by the time I drag my butt out the shower. Can the church get an amen? (On the flip side, this is prob the reason I'm so damn relationship retarded... 'Cause I don't understand when the person you're dating doesn't seem to ever think outside the box and you know, do something special just for the hell of it. It's damn. My mom is better at his than you and I don't even got to swing from a chandelier for her.... But I digress.)
THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU MOM. I am SOSOSOSO excited. You just made my whole summer!!