Well, after a small battle on the 605, I won the war. I am now in the comfort of my own home in Compton, Cali. It is approximately 70 something degrees, I'm not hungry, and my car is still dirty. Life is good.
Except... Complaint of the Day No.2
I'm mad as hell at Power 106. Not only are they doing some BS plastic surgery giveaway (Now what the hell is that??? What happened to loving yourself for yourself? Good lord. No wonder our youth is so SCREWED.) Anyway, back to why I'm mad. I just heard the biggest sham/travesty of a song since Kool Moe Dee... this song called "Milkshake". OMG I wanted to stab myself in the eardrum after listening to it. Now isn't this the same Kelis that made a video looking extra psychotic and deranged, screaming "I HATE YOU SO MUCH RIGHT NOW.... AAAAUUUUUGGGGHHHHH!" Yeah, I thought that was the same broad. This song sucks so heavily, its indescribeable. I had to listen to the whole thing to make sure I was clear on how bad it sucked. And yes, suck it did. I will NEVER listen to that song again. Hella dumb.
Next Topic...
I love that guy Baby Bash. He is the finest Latino dude on the face of this planet. Although I'm pretty partial to my brothas, I got love for everybody. But this dude is PHYNE. I know I'm jockin him, so what. I wish I had a picture of him so I could make it my background on my BP page since I have to look at Sanaa Lathan, Lil Kim, Beyonce, and Halle every time I go to a brotha's page on BP. Yeah, I think Imma do that... everyone's gonna have to look at Baby Bash when they come to my page, Ha Ha.
Inner Conflicts...
There are a lot of fine 21 year olds out there. And for some reason they seem to want to get at me. Now I feel kinda weird, because I've always been that "older man" type of sista. But becoming a cradle robber seems more and more appealing, because these young brothas got the older ones beat hands down. What really sucks is when they're under 21. I'm getting notes like "Hey ma, Imma holla when I get legal." I'm like, yeah right baby. But then I go check their page, and they're 10x finer than all my ex'es put together (Not counting my ex-baby in Frisco, that boy will always be my heart. He's got yet to be beaten on the fine scale. Baby was 6'8"! You can't beat that!) Anyway, I dont know what to do about these young fine men. It's pretty creepy. I'm turning into a dirty old lady. Once again, make donations to my psychiatric help fund here.
And now for some more discussion of inner conflict. As much as I hate to admit this, I'm addicted to WinMX. I removed all traces of it from my computer after folks started getting lawsuits slapped on them. I'm not trying to go to jail for some old ass Oran Juice Jones I Saw You and Him Walkin in the Rain (you know you remember that, LOL).
