Build it up!

I've been having the urge to hear this song...so I downloaded it. Then, I found the video (I heart Youtube).



Shout out to my girl, Nikki, who said

I always wondered why they shot that video in a cave in a park

Funny stuff.

Dammit, I was on a roll

But guess who's back?

I've been on lock at work, stressed and PMS-ed (had to make it rhyme somehow), so I haven't been giving much attention to this thing. I don't really have a damn thing to say, so I guess I'll ramble.

* May the lil bastards down the street go to hell with their plastic motorcycles. About 5 or 6 tween negroes were standing around in the stree--nevermind the cars that NEED the street--hovering around their funky lil motorcycles. Tell you what...stand in my way, if you want to, when I'm on my way home from a LONG day at work. THEN, they're all on cell phones. WHO THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING TO?? All your lil croanies are RIGHT THERE. Hmph. Then, to top it all off, they take off zooming up & down the street. Danger is soon to follow, I'm sure. That'll learn them a lesson.

*I'm excited about having some days off next week. I'm going to kick it with my homies in Ohio. I'm NOT excited about having to get "ahead of the game" at work. My job is very deadline based, so I'll be hauling ass for the next few days since I'll be off Weds-Fri. I'm also not excited about missing the fun & action on C+D. It's a hellish job trying to play catch up...then you miss all the jokes. Fun times.


I think that's all I have. I need a drink, so I'll be handling that, then pay a couple of bills, then just hang out online a lil bit.

Peanut Butter Jelly With A Baseball Bat

Hilarious.


This made me go out and buy some of this today.

Diddy & Bentley

Here are pictures of the babies:

<--- Diddy


<--- Bentley


Yes, Diddy & Bentley. See, when I "found" Diddy, I initially called him "Kitty". But when we took him in, got his shots, got him neutered so his piss wouldn't stink, I figured he'd need a REAL name. So he wouldn't be confused, I went with the next best thing to "Kitty" and that was "Diddy".

Here's Diddy when he was just an outsider hanging around the house:












I adopted Diddy when I still had Spicey:






Spicey passed away, so we needed to get a buddy for Diddy. I adopted another kitten by the name of "Seiko" from a local pet shelter in conjunction with Pet Smart. I quickly changed his name. Guess what I changed it to?





Yes. I changed his name to Bentley. I think "Making the Band" with the thugs was on. What were they called? "Da Band" or some shit like that.

Anyway, here's MY Bentley:




I found this picture of him from the shelter's listings. They hadn't taken him off the list, yet, and I found a picture of him as a baby.


<--- would you look at those ears! awwww



It took Diddy a while to warm up to Bentley. They're about a year and a half apart. It's such a big brother/little step-brother situation. Diddy doesn't want to be bothered half the time, but he entertains Bentley. They groom each other (allo-grooming), play together, run around the house, etc. They get along very well for the most part.







They're not always cuddled up. And when they are, Diddy's the unwilling party. Diddy usually minds his business, trying to be "the man" and Bentley is the cuddler. It's sooo cute, but I imagine it's annoying as hell to Diddy.






Although cats' faces are always expressionless, Bentley always looks "happy to be there" and Diddy always looks...bothered.

I've always been a pet person. I've been a dog person for the longest, but for some reason, these SCATS (what I used to call cats to my dog) have come into my life. Hell, I have more patience for pets than I do people. People can bite me. But I'll fight a kid (yeah, the lil products of a broken condom next door) for my Diddy & Bentley.

Abolishment

Hater: jealousy,not liking someone for what they have or what they look like.


It's 2006. There are certain words that just need to be caught in a drive-by shooting and buried in a corn field. Term #5468741 that burns my ears is the word "hating" or "hater". In the very beginning, when the word first surfaced, it meant the above definition. But now, the minute you speak out against something or the minute you say you don't like something (or someone) or the minute you crack a joke on something (or someone), somebody's hollerin, "You hatin!".

Ummm, no, I do not want what that person has.

If I say "I don't like bologna", someone will pop out of the shadows with, "You hatin!" What the hell?

If a joke is cracked about someone or something, someone will pop out from the underbrush with, "You hatin!" Come on people! Cheer up...Have a sense of humor!

The word has been taken SO out of context, it's ridiculous. I think people say it just to say it nowadays.

I'd like to form a coalition for the abolishment of the word HATE/hatER/hatING. In the words of one Julia_Claudine_Deveraux: Fatwa, it is written.

It's Friday, Bitches

I'm SO glad it's the weekend. It's supposed to be a scorcher this weekend and I plan on having NO parts of it. I'm sitting IN the house, up under the air. I'm planning on re-working my resume. It's about time I do that...it hasn't been done in a couple of years. Hell, I hear Google is hiring.

Today surprised me, though. It was RAINING when I got off of work. Unfortunately, my office has no windows, so I didn't know what the hell it was doing outside until I stepped out the door.
I picked up pizza on the way home and that's it. I'm done for today. I also plan on getting creative with Bacardi Grand Melon. Oh, add watching a movie to my list of things to do tonight. I could use a great laugh.

This will be my place to vent about my HOOD ass neigbors. If they don't come from the gutters of hell, I don't know where they came from. For the past few days, when I come home from work (of course since they DON'T work, they're sitting their asses on the porch or engaging in some other noise-making activity to make me shake my head), they've been sitting in their raggedy car. SITTING THERE. Doing nothing. Talking, I guess. Well, today, they were in a van in the driveway. I realized, they were smoking. Okay, keep on until you mess with some laced Mary Jane and end up like DMX. It's 7:00 pm EST and I imagine they'll be outside until well after midnight. Heathens.

Before I go, I saw something funny. As I was driving home, on a main street, I saw a little kitty running along. I thought it was so cute until it almost collided with a small bird who was flying rapidly from the other side of this corner. Imagine two people running on opposite sides of a corner, then running into each other when they approach the corner. Well, intead of an actual collision, the cat, in one swift motion, opened its mouth and took the bird right in! He continued running, without missing a beat, with the bird in its mouth! HA!

Oh--I'm going to hell in a handbasket for honking my horn and not slowing down for a handicapped crackhead. I thought he was just an ordinary crackhead until I got up on him and saw he wasn't exactly right.

Eh.

I think I'll post more this weekend. Peeeeeace!

"New, New, New...More New Stuff"

I love new things. New cars, new hairdo, new magazine, new music. So, since I'm making a new start on blogging, I got a new layout. It could take some getting used to. It's rather narrow, but it's new. I'm trying to keep up with blogging...hell, I keep forgetting to type something. Either that, or I'm too lazy to do so.
Let's see how long I can go without dropping off on blogging again!

More pictures

Well isn't this some backwards shit.


Here are more pics. Read the post below first, though.

Super Bowl...Super Late!

Ugh, I hate being on C.P. time. But better late than never, right?

The weekend of February 2-4, the NFL's Superbowl was held right here in Detroit and my girls came out for the weekend. My main chicas, Nikki from the Chi, Terri from NY, Kristi from AZ, Sandria from the Chi and Janene from right here, in the city lived it up that weekend.

Here's a very brief rundown, then some pictures that capture the weekend.

Thursday, we went to see Kanye West perform at the Pepsi Smash show at the State Theater.

Friday, we hit the streets, hit an early morning Happy Hour with my gurl Terri, then went to Pontiac, MI, later that night for a concert/party thing with Slum Village, Kanye West & John Legend. It was supposed to be only HOSTED by John, but he ended up hitting the stage real quick with Kanye & Slum to do a quick rendition of "Selfish". Kanye performed one time, and of course, made sure we knew that he volunteered to do it. Oh, Goapele also performed.

Saturday, we hit the streets, etc, blah...That night, we went to a Motown concert or something to see our boy, John perform. After that, we hit an afterparty "hosted" by Goapele, John & Nik from ANTM.

Enjoy the pics:





<--Me & Don C.


<--Happy Hour w/Terri & Nik


<--Me & Tony Williams

It's been a minute

I knew it. I knew I wouldn't be able to keep up with this blogging thing. I shouldn't have given in to the pressure. Another force took me over. That damned Myspace. (see previous post) Speaking of that previous post, I posted that in JANUARY. Now, it's mid-year and here I am making only my 2nd post of 2006.

Besides Myspace being my addiction, I've also grown addicted to THE best gossip blog, Crunk + Disorderly. It's going to get me fired one day, I just know it. Either from being on there or laughing out loud in my CUBE at the daily humor, ignorance of the stars, hilariously sarcastic comments, ahhh, right up my alley.

Hmm, let's see what else I've been up to. Ahh, I never even posted on my Super Bowl weekend. Maybe I'll go back and post some pics from that weekend. Yeah, maybe I'll do some picture posts to make up for lost time.

I hope everyone (ha, yeah right, nobody reads this but me! and if you're reading this, leave a comment so I can be proven otherwise, lol) is having a good summer. Although, I haven't really felt the excitement of "summer" since my school days. Hell, work is year round, there IS no summer break. Dammit.

I'll post about mine in another post to come. I'm back bitches.