Nearly three full months of bloglessness. The only catching up has to do with some pent up opinions. I'll name this a 'vent' if you will. Ain't that typical?
In all honesty, I
need (not
want) for Mo'Nique to be required to wear sleeves in public. If not, I will need there to be a law enforced that prohibits her from waving or flailing. Especially near children and the elderly.
If someone mistreats me, or someone I care about, I secretly hope that someone mistreats them, or someone they care about... or that they get a painful ingrown toenail. It's not nice. I know it.
I feel like Erykah Badu came up with the idea to get publicly naked long before she attached the song to the idea. Janet showed a titty to regain attention. Someone had to one-up that.
How long is it supposed to take to not miss MJ so much. SO much.
Mediocre men are so... mediocre. I need to wed a star. I know how. Well... I
knew how. I need to touch up on my game. There aren't enough stars to go around, and too much competition.
I truly believe more women are attracted to Jill Scott than men. Something about her speaks volumes to the Estrogenians. (that should be a word)
If I could only get paid to mafia, farm and café. Whew. I'd be a thousandaire.
I know a total revamp would do me good. That's what I tell myself. The truth is, a total revamp scares every ounce of life
and the bajeezers out of me. Both.
Lisa Raye irks me. Her mouth twists like a stroke patient. Her acting... that irks me too.
Speaking of which, I was sure Tameka "Tiny" Cottle had a stroke at some point. She's a sweet girl (she emailed me once). Not to mention, after you watch ATL, all you are is jealous of her. I might be, a little bit. Not of her twisty-face though. :^/
Did I ever mention how much I hated twitter? I use my phone for phonecalls, and typing from the laptop is the Anti-Fun.
When I'm bored, I look up the series finale of Nip/Tuck and cry my eyes out. Heavy whimpering and bankhead-bounce crying and all.
....Bored.
Out.
