Monday, April 27, 2009
So I was type bored, my feet were hurting because the flats I was wearing were just bothering the crap out of me. So I called up my homie, Latoya (Chick in the photo) and she told me she is going to be around the area anyway, so when she got here, we had FUN! Tons.
Alot of other things happened, but let me fast forward. We decided to go to Williamsburg. Why? Because my fave designer/DJ, KESH, was there having a one day / last chance street sale! She was selling all of her stuff because she's leaving NYC for good on thursday. How can I pass up the opportunity to meet her?! Are you bonkers? Shite. We went, dammit, and we had fun! Kesh is adorable. She is. For some odd reason, I thought she had a big head. But when i saw her, her head was quite miniscule! She was sitting down on a towel with black ankle socks, leggings, this poncho / tube top outfit on and her hair had grown at the sides, but I was still able to make out her heart tattoos. I wish I could have had a full blown conversation with her, but when i walked up to her, I said hi, that I'm obsessed with her blog and how cool she is . . . she wanted to talk but she said that she was feeling really sick. She was sniffly, weak and I felt bad! So I told her to chill and that I would someday laugh it up with her. She giggled and said to enjoy her sale and just ask her questions.
I also met Contessa, her BFF. She is AWESOME!!!! OMG! I lurve me some Contessa! She was so lively and sweet and was making bargains with us . . . she's great.
So I couldn't really find anything to buy in the department of clothes. But. BUT! I DID buy Kesh's old wallet for $3! And I lurve it with the passion. I threw my Hello Kitty wallet away and I now adore my Kesh wallet. So ha. Sorry Kitty. Your 9 lives are done!
So while that wallet was being bought ,there was this hot ass vintage jacket that I was begging Latoya to buy. She liked it, but she felt she could find a better jacket at another vintage shop. I felt so disappointed. I wanted her to have that jacket. It was so . . . LATOYA-esque! But we left it alone.
OK, this becomes sad. I had no more money. Nothing. I had a few pennies, but nada. Latoya had a good amount of dollars, btu she couldn't waste it all. We became hungry and extremely thirsty. Plus it was hot, so you can imagine. Latoya mentioned that she hada $5 gift card for Starbucks, so we yelled Huzzah and started walking down Bedford in search of a starbucks. My feet started THROBBING. I needed to sit or eat or drink . . . it was bad! But while I was sullying, Latoya and I went to this shop that sells vintage shit, and they have these leather jackets for $40 or $20 . . . and its insane! They are so fxcking sexy! I was in love! We vowed to come back to this shop. Then we saw a CHEESE SHOP! IDK if you know this but I have a big obsession with cheese. I almost collapsed. I stared at it for about 5-10 minutes? Latoya started cracking up and tried to drag me from it. She succeeded. She's lucky that I love her so much, man.
SO! We had been walking for such a while, admiring Williamsburg, til we realized that there was no Starbucks! So we became bums: By removing our shoes and walking, going to a corner store, buying a $.50 soda, sharing it, and eating nasty $.25 chips. It was great. We were bums. Which is funny because some parts of Williamsburg are very bummy! So we felt in place! Gosh, being a bum for a day, lemme tell you. Its amazing. Latoya and I are lviign proof!
So we went home after a long day. I enoy my time with Latoya. Seriously, she is so fxcking fun. She knows Brooklyn like crazy, so she knows places. Which is great, cuz I'm tired of going to the same spots all the time.
SO that was my day.
HOW WAS YOURS?
Saturday, April 25, 2009
It's one of those movies that you just know will be so interesting from start to finish, and in this case, it was. How exactly did it affect me, well, I'll let you know.
Life & Death. I see it in a different way now and how it connects to . . . Courage. People say they have it, but when the time comes, they exhibit weakness and anything but strength and their so-called courage. Then there are people who wouldn't dare call themselves courageous because they know that their outer being doesn't resemble someone with strength, but with weakness. See, because, they don't have much to hide, they live their lives so cautiously that bravery should never have to show up. And then there are those who are brave to their inner core, but have no reason to exhibit that courage when it is not necessary. Why should they when it's not needed? Now, that's just showing off. When it's time to be courageous, they will be head on and ready.
Maybe it's the way V has a way of captivating the viewers of the movie. His antics, his humor, his joy to beauty and such, his mask, his ability to make a person jump when he uses his swords and fighting tecniques, and his need to tell a story; to finish someone's unfinished work, or to finish the work of his own. Or maybe it's his sudden love for Evey; how she has made him see things as well in a different color. He found a friend, a lover, an ally in Evey, and he showed it to her. Maybe that's why I loved it so much. Yeah . . . that could be it. Or . . . maybe it could be the way Evey inspired me to be a courageous person. Her beauty inside and out . . . her honesty and loyalty to those around her. Her strength, her courage, her drive to finish what V left. Maybe . . . it could be the storyline . . . or the amount of symbolism portrayed in this film. Maybe it's the amount of gore and randomness in the film that really gets me, or the foreshadowing. It could be the whole thing, but whatever it is, it changed my way of thinking just a tad.
If a movie can do that . . . then it can do it all.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Would you find me weird if I said that the end result of this skit turned me on because Andy can just . . . get it. He can get it, man.
Gosh he just pulled his head and . . . oooweeee.
TIDBIT: Watch "Hot Rod." One of my favorite movies ever.
Monday, April 20, 2009
This is a spoof of Dora the Explorer SNL did in their "TV Funhouse" segment. Ifyou've seen this show, you will laugh like hell. I know I did and almost died in the process!
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Over the weekend, I (FINALLY!) downloaded their mixtape and erm . . . lemme inform you. Its absolutely AMAZING! I love how random and diverse this group is! Seriously. They remind me of the Beatles. But with a squirt or two of Kanye or maybe Outkast?!
Whatever you do, get their mixtape. Its too good. Too good for the ears of people who don't know good music. If you know good music, then you either are going to listen to me and go download it right HERE or you already have the mixtape and you're just agreeing with me when it comes to the mixtape in itself. Matter of fact, you'd be listening to it right now, like I'm doing for the 42nd time.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Grown women know that if he's truly hers, he doesn't need controlling.
Girls check you for not calling them.
Grown women are too busy to realize you hadn't.
Girls are afraid to be alone.
Grown women revel in it, using it as a time for personal growth.
Girls ignore the good guys.
Grown women ignore the bad guys.
Girls make you come home.
Grown women make you want to come home.
Girls leave their schedule wide-open and wait for a guy to call and make plans.
Grown women make their own plans and nicely tell the guy to get in where he fits.
Girls worry about not being pretty and/or good enough for their man.
Grown women know that they are pretty and/or good enough for any man.
Girls try to monopolize all their man's time (i.e., don't want him hanging with his friends).
Grown women realize that a lil' bit of space makes the 'together time' even more special-and goes to kick it with her own friends.
Girls think a guy crying is weak.
Grown women offer their man a shoulder and a tissue.
Girls want to be spoiled and 'tell' their man so.
Grown women 'show' him and make him comfortable enough to reciprocate without fear of losing his 'manhood'.
Girls get hurt by one man and make all men pay for it.
Grown women know that was just one man.
Girls fall in love and chase aimlessly after the object of their affection, ignoring all 'signs'.
Grown women know that sometimes the one you love, don't always love you back-and move on, without bitterness.
Girls will read this and get an attitude.
Grown women will read this and pass it on to other Grown women and their male friends
TIDBIT: I'm pretty much grown, though I'm still learning the tricks of the trade when it comes to this dating thing. But seriously, read this and think really hard. REALLY HARD. What are you? The Grown woman, or the Girl?
Saturday, April 11, 2009
"Sometimes in life, you need a change. Something deeper than what you thought you were capable of. Something that displays the “I don’t give a fuck” attitude that was always present but never showcased. Something that makes you look at this whole wide world differently. And something that will shock your mother, but will make her call you a ROCKSTAR. Yea I did it…" -Cassie
Friday, April 10, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Omigosh . . . I wish I knew what to say or what to think or who to fxck, but I'm so tired and blank its just not coming to me. Nada! I'm literally staring at my keyboard as I type this, giving my eyes and hands a rest every other nanosecond to scratch my head and to watch "The Duel 2" on MTV (Listen, I don't watch TV! It's just on, and this is what it's showing. But apparently, if you watch this, you'll know that CT and Adam got into a brawl and they both got kicked out. The brawl was pretty intense, need I say. Pretty intensyyyyy). I took some pics today cuz I just felt real cute. I usually do . . . i'm not that negative toward myself. But . . . I think that was the highlight of my day.
I got to English class 10 minutes late and walked into a dark room and saw that my class was watching a youtube vid on robots. Turns out in 2035, they'll take over the world! "I, Robot" flashback anyone?! Then I left around 1:45ish, even though my class doesn't end til 2:15 cuz my bestiend (best friend) Jamesjones aka Latoya (Don't ask) kept texting me to ditch class cuz she and our guy bestiend skipped their classes and they were hungry and couldn't bear the boredom they were going through. So I did them a great favor!
Hung out with them for ten minutes in our schools lounge, went to get a BLT, ate with them, had more of our friends come join us, we all started talking about the childhood shows we lurveee. We got so excited talking about "Thomas the Train Engine," cuz those facial expressions get so effin scary! One minute, they are so gleeful. Next thing you know, their faces turn so sickened and sad or angry that you feel like you deserve to go to hell, and "The Big Comfy Couch." That was the shizzot. I remember i felt so ashamed that i still watched it when I was 14. Man, look it up on youtube. The BESTEST! <-- Not a word. Don't give a hoot. Two of my friends went to go play pool, Latoya and Hassan (the guy bestiend that was mentioned but not named) stayed with me so we could accompany Hassan when he goes to buy a BLT, but then I got a phone call from my sister.
My little 6-year-old cousin, Jonathan, who I love oh so dearly, who I see as my son/brother I never had, was in the hospital.
He was dreadfully dehydrated.
I almost passed out. A great day gone bad in a matter of seconds!
I needed to get to Downstate Hospital, but I seriously did not know how to get there. Hassan and Latoya tried to help me . . . it helped, but then my mom called and said not to come to the hospital.
So I didn't go. Instead i remained in the company of my two great friends and that made me feel so much better cuz they know how to make me laugh and smile. I'm so grateful that I have them. Hear that Hassan and Latoya?! I am greatful for your existence.
More happened, but what made this day great was seeing my little cousin walk into his house (which I was in cuz I was baby sitting his little 2-year-old brother and 1-year-old little sister) looking weak and tired but so adorable as he is. He uttered, "Hi, Cynthia." Then gave me this kisso n the hceek, and my heart melted. I swear if I ever lost him. I would lose all happiness. I would shut down. He's so smart. So adorable. So fun. So bright . . . I love him. I could never live without him.
He fell asleep within ten minutes, but just seeing him was good enough.
That was my day.
But one hell of a day.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Let's make love in the sunlight
have the sunrays hit our every bump and grind
Let's make love till the moon comes up
feel my fingers run down your spine
Sweet breaths escape my lips
I wanna scream with utter desire
Holding it in is such a hassle
You thrust inside, and I feel a fire
that ignites in my veins, my hearts beats quickly
I place your hand upon my chest
You feel the pace and your thrusts feeds in space
til I wheeze, "Baby, I'm not ready to rest."
Faster you move, you catch the shortness of breath
We're about to create that love.
The love so unique, its both gentle and sweet
won't find energy to be too rough.
A moan escapes my lips. One so powerful, so loud.
That for a sec, you think we're done,
but I wheeze again and say, "Not now!"
Yes, yes almost there. At the peak.
I pull you close and hold you tight
My eyes begin to weep.
You run your hands into my hair
and kiss me oh so soft.
And look me in the eyes and say,
"You're the first woman I've ever loved."
Friday, April 3, 2009
Oh, my word. Mel . . . That is one hell of an ass. I'm so envious. I'm full of rage. Not really at her, but at the fact that its so beautiful. Yes, I'm calling an ass beautiful! Not ashamed of my comment, thanks! To have a body like Mel B's is a gift. The things I would do! Oh buddy ol' pal. Eddie Murphy is probably jizzing in his pants right now. Letting someone as adorabley sexy as Mel. B go? Oh well. Lost case. Anyway, I also heard she's coming out with a fitness DVD about three months ago.
Well . . . where is it? I will be on of the top ten people to purchase it pronto. Cuz I want that donk! I want those washboard abs! I want it! GIMME GIMME GIMME!