OUT WITH THE OLD

In with the new.

Here we are, on the eve of a new year, in anticipation of...something. What are you anticipating? The jury is still out on that one for me.

I'm currently stuffed to the gills (I threw down tonight...my friends love me lol) and before i get ensconced(thats right Rashad...ensconced. i used that one just for you :]) in other activities i figured now is as good a time as any to reflect. At least for like 5 minutes or so.

I'm not sure what to expect from the new year, however i experienced a lot of growth in the 07 - so im hoping that will continue for in the 08. No...not poundage wise you haters! I mean growth emotionally materially, spiritually. You know, the ways mature adults are supposed to grow. And...more hate. Of Course.

What do you guys hope the new year will bring? Whatever you want i'm hoping you get it twofold, and if you don't get it, i hope you take it from somebody else. Please. Like i would condone stealing! SHADY!

Stay pink, soft and oily! Happy new year!

BLAH.

So it turns out that i wasn't just feeling sick, i was actually getting sick. Maybe the ringing in my ear was a portent? Btw, the ringing stopped later on that evening thank goodness. But yeah...some nasty little ho left his - yes HIS cuz we know women are cleaner than men - left his nasty little ho-germs somewhere, and i picked them up somehow during my travels. I'm thinking it was the weirdo cashier @ the supermarket. Yuck. I guess my bordering-on-obsessive-compulsive handwashing can't save me all the time. I wish i could find the little spaz who left his gr0ssness laying out for the unsuspecting public though. I'd like to give him a swift kick in the steak and potatoes.

Add my sickness to the fact that I also am suffering with cramps(yes THOSE kind) and i'm just having one humdinger of a weekend. Btw, if knowing that im dealing with a female "complaint" is TMI, then you can just get the heck out of my journal. No wait! I was kidding. Lets not be hasty. I love you guys.

OMG i'm so emo! Sorry yall.

Fearing that my immune system was wasting away from feeding my body stuff that had no nutritional value, and thus my illness, I decided to cook tonight. I made Indian tacos which are a yummy delight wrapped in goodness. If you've never had one, change that. Basically its a traditional taco, just replace your flour or corn tortilla with some fry bread. My fry bread was homemade and quite tasty. If you ever have some fry bread laying around, make sure to treat yourself to an indian taco. If that sounds gross to you, then eat it the regular way. If you don't want a taco at all then fine. Don't say i never did anything for you though.

not a pic of what i made, but a reasonable facsimile thereof

So back on topic...what was my topic anyway? I think this entry is just off the cuff. I guess i'll just end it here - besides i've got some working out to do and I procrastinated it enough. Normally i wouldn't workout because i really feel sick. But i ate like a pig tonight, so i can't rest on my laurels. I saw some pics from this past summer and i looked posolutely bovine. Whats sad is that i thought i was looking good too. Dang.

WHAT ARE *YOU* DOING HOME ON A FRIDAY NIGHT?

Don't you hate that question? What do you mean "what are you doing home on a friday night"?

I'm decompressing fool!

After a long week, my friday evening are usually spent regrouping. And you'd be hard pressed to get me out. For the most part, I chill on fridays.

Not to mention its raining here and that just deaded any zeal i had for being out and about. I got a text a few minutes ago; "do you still want to hang?" my response? "no"

Anyway, I feel a little sick too. Probably because i've been eating horribly all week and tonight i compounded it by treating myself the delicious disgustingness that is a liverwurst sammich. Im not one for offal but every once in a while i'll buy a 1/4 lb of this and go to town. Only thing is now i feel gassy and a mite gr0ssie. Bleh.

When I came home this afternoon I decided to take a nap in my guest bedroom. OMG...that bed is so uncomfortable! LOL. I've had guests sleeping in there too! I'm so appalled. I woke up like "what the...?" I had all kinds of crooks in my neck and shoulders, and i had only been asleep for an hour. My guests have slept entire nights. EMBARRASSING. I feel like i owe them an apology. You know they totally talked about me too! Hatin' hoez. Anyway, this means that I am going to have to shop either for a new mattress(yeah right) or some mattress pads(more like it). Anyway i don't feel *TOO* bad...because other than my bed of marbles my guests have every convenience when they stay with me. Two of which are cable and my delicious breakfasts. Look at me trying to assuage my conscience. Its working. Kinda.

I can't believe its almost 2008. It seems like just yesterday when there was all the Y2K buzz, and now we are just about eight years past that. A few people asked me what my resolutions were, and to be honest, I haven't given a thought to making one. I know there are a few things I can improve upon, but I haven't given any thought to any real resolutions. Its funny how everyone goes into the new year with such bright eyes and optimism, only to come out of it realizing it pretty much turned out like the year before it. :/

As you can see I changed my blog around a bit. I wanted something a little more sleek looking, and for now this fits the bill. Im thinking about having a custom designed template, but im not really that serious a blogger for all that. We'll see.

I SHOULDA DONE THIS SOONER!

In a fit of anger, I called my cell phone provider this evening.

A bill came in the mail today, and it dawned on me that even with the discount that i have through my job, i am still paying WAYYYY too much for my phone service.

Now i had heard that if you threaten to leave your cell provider/credit card company/hairstylist that most will make a play for you in order to keep your patronage. I decided to take a gamble on that premise tonight.

I called them hoes up and took on a pleasant-but-peeved role explaining to the customer service rep that I no longer wanted the services of the company, would like my contract canceled, and whats more, i refuse to pay any contract fees.

"Oh, I'm sorry ma'am"

She put me on hold, and then asked if i would mind being transferred to the department which would be able to handle my situation.

"Sure." I stated affably, but firmly.

The woman I was transferred to was American, no tell-tale foreign lilt in her voice. She asked me to explain what my concerns were and I reiterated the same things i told the initial CSR, and closed by saying that I wanted to terminate my service. She listened quietly and when I was done:

"My apologies Ms. _____. Would you please hold?"

"Sure."

At this point i was quite unnerved, wondering if i had gotten a little ahead of myself. What if she came back saying she had canceled my service?? Ugh. I'd be sooo salty. That would be terrible, because I certainly hadn't planned that far. Worst case scenario mode - i began mentally scrolling through the most recent cell commercials i'd seen, wondering which ones had the best plans. And omg I'd have to sign up for a new contract, and would they port my number -

"Ms. ______? We can give you free nights starting at six no charge, i have waived the monthly fee for unlimited texting, and we will give you an additional 20% off the 20% you are recieving through your employer. I have also changed the amount of your current bill due to reflect this."

??!?!?!?!!?!?! What? It worked???? It worked!!!!

I paused long enough to seem like I was really considering her offer.

"Well...that would be fine, thank you." There. Not too eager. Not too stalwart.

She seemed pleased, and thanked me for staying with the company, and asked me if she could be of anymore assistance. My Icarian tendencies reared their ugly heads. Had i conceded too soon? Perhaps if I held out longer, I could have negotiated to a bill of almost nothing?

"No, This is fine. I appreciate your efforts. Thanks again."

Successfully resisting the urge to push it, the conversation was ended there. What a coup!

With skills like this, I'm totally ready to start negotiating for hostages.

...Ok, not really. But, basically.

And then to top it all off, i did some more hula hooping tonight and managed to do a 360 degree turn while hooping! Everything is coming up roses this evening!

In fact, I feel so good that I may bless yall with a "Hey, Its Ok..."

Its just a crazy night!

SO...

For the last 45 minutes or so, I noticed that i have a slight ringing in my right ear.

And, though its only been that short amount of time, i'm already fighting the urge to get all dramatical and let my inner hypochondriac out

=(

ok...i did some research and tinnitus could be a sign of a tumor or aneurysm

omg.

i.won't.freak.out.

*takes breath*

I've got to distract myself, or else i'll drive myself to distraction.

Has anybody dealt with ringing in the ear? How long did it last? =(

im scurred yall.


Also OMG im eating like a friggin peasant tonight!

My dinner consisted of - hold on to your butts - fishsticks in a dinner roll with ketchup and a baked potato with sour cream

oh wait, a glass of tampico fruit juice to wash it all down

never has my plate looked more bland and unappetizing

i mean the food was good in itself but my mum would be ashamed.

nary a vegetable and a grillion starches. wait the potato is a veggie right?

eff it im counting the potato as a vegetable

lmao

oh dear i'm a mess this evening

:(

MY HIPS HURT

I wonder why.




Could it be...?




Dare I mention...?




Don't wanna brag but...








I got my HULA HOOP HOEZ!!!


yes. yes. YES. After months of seeking and not finding, my hula hunt ended early saturday evening. All these months of toiling finally paid off. I was in a Walmart about 5 miles west of east jablip when my hunt ended. Despite my countenance being at an all time low due to facing such defeats, i decided to ask the Walmart associate if they indeed had hula hoops at that store. This was my last try. If they didn't have it here, then i'm over looking for it in stores. Im just going to order it online. But lo! She paused, thought for a moment, and then led me to a stack of boxes near the bikes.

There, behind some pallets, lay gold. HULA HOOPS. I beamed. I thanked her profusely. I broke down and cried. I sang like a castrato. I grabbed a hula hoop and started doing it right there.

oh.

No not THAT. I was hula hooping you nasty guttersnipes!

I sucked. Had a lost it? Oh wait. Duh. You can't hula over a wool coat!

I am as happy as a lark. Rashad, i think i know how you felt when you got your jersey!

Now, technically, its not an official hula hoop - that name belongs to whamo - mine is called a "wave hoop" or some crap like that but I don't care. This hula hoop has officially made me sexier than 3/4 of the population.

I got home that night and hooped the heck out of that thing, and then woke up this morning hooping even more. I still got it yo!

Only thing is, my stomach muscles and hips are kinda sore, i guess from the movements required in order to keep the hoop in motion. I guess im not as in shape as I thought I was. Its a good hurt though, and I think im going to add hooping to my workout routine. Festivus miracles all around!

Don't hate. I can hula in a sheath dress. Can you???

MY FESTIVUS GIFT TO YOU!

The STAR WARS HOLIDAY SPECIAL!

Click this link to enjoy this trainwreck - i mean movie

So bad its...bad.

If you're a STAR WARS lover like I am, you know how elusive this is to find. I believe it was only broadcasted once.

Check out the random cameo performances by Diahann Carroll, Art Carney, and Bea Arthur. Rather motley group, no?

I mean they have Harvey Korman cooking Bantha rump roast. Tell me that isn't bizarre, disturbing and intriguing all at once?

Also, the commercials! The USSR still existed! GM was still number one! Valerie Bertinelli was still relevant! Fabian!

Its like a big fuzzy 70s blanket! So tuck yourself in, turn on the hi-fi, set the fondue on simmer and lets get cozy. Its going to be a wild ride!

Also, make it quick, before George Lucas finds out and forces me to watch jar-jar binks scenes on an unending loop....with my eyelids taped up.

The horror!

BTW, i'd say this is probably a good film to watch while high, but i don't do that stuff so i won't.

I'M SUCH A DITZ SOMETIMES

I have no idea where my sync cable is.

The last time i sync'd my phone was oh...over a week ago. Maybe two weeks.

So yeah, if its not where i usually put it where could it be? I scoured the house just now and haven't found anything.

I can't tell you how many times i've miss-placed remotes, books i was reading, jewelry, items of clothing...

And now this. I really need to update some stuff too. The worst thing about it is that i have NO idea of where it could be. I walked straight to where i keep it and it wasn't there. So now im just kind of at a loss. And i keep looking for it in the same place like it will magically appear.

Crap.


AND now that im looking for things, i realize that i haven't seen/am missing:

My Nikka Costa CD
My camel colored extra sexy yet classy boots(HOW do you lose boots???)
My Departed DVD
My Miles Davis Birth of the Cool CD
My EWF Keep your head to the sky CD

Now im pretty sure i packed all of these things when i moved a few months back, but honestly I can't remember seeing them since i got here.

Which means they can be anywhere.

I'm sure i did something with them. But what?

..Yeah I got nothing.

*sigh*

Man. Funk this. I'm going to bed.

Perhaps tomorrow everything will appear in their respective places.

I'M NOT YOUR SUPERWOMAN

No really...i'm not.

With just about every female proclaiming their abilities as an "every woman", (you know, raise 5 kids, singlehandedly no less!, be the CEO of a fortune 500, run marathons, be an active member of the PTA, change tires, bake cookies and still make it to susie's dance recital - on time) its hard to find a woman thats doesn't claim to be all of the above.

Well, let me be the first to admit it ©

My will is strong, but my flesh is weak. and dangit, i refused to be ashamed!

Don't get me wrong, I am quite capable with most things(my daddy taught me to change a tire @ 15), and im willing to learn and do more as each day goes by. But putting on the farce of being able to do it ALL? Thats just too much.

What inspired this topic is that i was talking to my boy today, and he was telling me how one of his friends was dying of love for me(soo not interested btw), but how he was too afraid to approach me because, in his words -

"she is so pulled together"

Now aside from him being scared to talk to me(what are we, 8th graders?) I'm thinking, pulled together? ME? If you only knew. On the outside, i may give that appearance, but word to paula abdul, i'm just scratching and surviving like everyone else.

(yall ARE scratching and surviving right? don't tell me i'm alone on this.)

I've heard this from other people too, one of my girlfriends was like:

"girl you really got your stuff together. You do everything and make it look easy."

Now of course its flattering, but at the time i feel this unbelievable pressure to keep up the facade. Like why do people think i have it all together? Seriously, everyday i'm five steps away from becoming a frazzled mess.

I have as many fears and concerns and feelings of inadequacy as the next person. But, I do know where my strengths lie. I think. Sometimes. And thats basically what i do, play up my strengths, on some "never let em see you sweat."

Like right now, i'm on my fake it till you make it grind. Hard. And slowly surely, im getting to wear i need to be. But, I don't have it all together. I can't do everything, and i'm not everywoman. Whats more? I don't want to be. My ex got to see me in all of my vulnerable and tender glory, and that was a freeing feeling. I miss that. Even with him, after we got together he said how he was nervous on talking to me because that i was seemed so calm and had everything under control.(he soon learned otherwise.)

Maybe its because women weren't allowed to be strong and independent in years gone by that so many work so hard in proving their competence today. And thats beautiful. We are strong, we are able, we are *cue chariots of fire theme here* brilliant.

But, like my aunt told me once;

"You can be anything...but you can't be everything."

I don't want to wear that many hats because frankly, my head isn't that big. (SHUTTY.)

...So, basically, this is a long winded way of saying that i need to get my oil changed and i don't feel like doing it myself, even though i can. Oh yeah I have a dishwasher that need installing too. Yeah...

NUDITY IS OVERRATED

Am I the only person left who wears clothing around the house?

I was talking to one of my girlfriends on IM earlier today and during the course of our conversation I learned that she walks around the house nekkid. Apparently once she enters her door after work she begins to strip, and for the rest of the evening she traipses around her crib in her birthday suit.

I can't get down with that.

According to her i'm a prude and too uptight, but I disagree.

There is a time and a place for everything, including nakey time.

Yeah yeah the human body is beautiful and all that, but walking around the house without any clothing on? Big no no.

And before anyone screams "don't knock it till youve tried it" please note that i did give it the ol' college try, but it didn't take. My dishabille lasted for about 2 hours before the urge to put something on could no longer be denied. Not to mention that it just seemed so contrived and ridiculous. Here i was, making myself a cup of tea, without a stitch on. What if there was an accident?? It was weird too, cuz the phone rang twice while i was in an au naturel state, and i kept wondering;

"can they tell im naked on the other end? Surely they know something is up."

Its not that i don't appreciate the unclothed human form, because it does have its purpose. But there's also good naked and bad naked. And call me puritanical if you want, but outside of an amorous situation, i can see no reason to just have your parts flopping around all willy nilly.

Plus, i feel i look better with a little clothing on(shoot most people do). Some festooning for the physique. Which is why though i balk at being naked, i can do the walk around in the underwear thing. In fact, I do that often. Its comfortable. But just walking around naked like im in some kind of tropical savannah?

No thanks.

WHEN DID JAY-Z GET SEXY?

Word on the streets is that it was December 15th, 2007 at approximately 0900 hours.

So yeah, i woke up this morning and discovered i had developed a "thing" for Mr. Carter and its kinda got me stuck. As Jay-Z the Artist i've been a fan since reasonable doubt, but being um...*bothered* by him as Jay-Z the Man, well i was was always like "i'll pass". I didn't see him as attractive or sexy at all.

Until now.

Perhaps its his 70's soul laden tracks on the American Gangster album, or his recent coups as a successful business or seeing him rocking that sweater with the shirt and tie and looking so urbane - but all of a sudden he's extremely attractive.

No. Not attractive.

This man is HOT.

Ya dig?

But yeah, this is what happens when you get up early in the morning, and start cleaning in your underwear, while listening to the AG soundtrack, accompanied by a jigga video block on VH1 soul.

:(

I shouldn't be surprised though, i always been attracted to cool and cocky. It was only a matter of time before Jay-Z got to me.

Beyonce? I see you girl. Ha.

(BTW he totally upgraded her. Did yall see her before they got together? She was a hot houstonian mess. Pretty face, her style was all off.)

WIDE AWAKE

So, like a dummy, I decided to go to bed this evening at the unreasonably early and decidedly elderly hour of 6:30. What am I? Seventy? Six hours later, i feel well rested and ready to take on the cruel, cruel world...at 12 midnight.

:(

But, instead of donning tights and becoming a superhero i'll just blog.

Opposite week has been going rather well i think. There have been a few acerbic slips here and there, but overall my concerted effort has proven to be worth it. Only thing is, i think my restraint has caused me to have uncontrollable sleepiness. Hence my going to bed at 6:30pm. Unless my lassitude is symptomatic of something else? Does the tsetse fly exist in the U.S. of A??

*cue paranoia here* lol

But yeah...perhaps my hating gives me strength? Kind of like Samson and his hair. Once it was gone, he was pitifully weak. Not to be comparing myself with Samson or nothin, but yeah. Without hate i'm a frail old lady. Curses!

The plan is to go to Sardinia next year, and i'm excited. I love the mediterreanean and as i've never been to this particular island, i have a feeling im in for a real treat. Its also *relatively* near tunisia, so depending on my pockets, and how reasonable the request is (distances always seem smaller on a map) i may be able to make a trip to carthage. neat-o! Traveling is so much fun. I just gotta make sure i keep up dem workouts. No Chunky Mcbigbuns on the beach.

Anyway, enough rambling. I really need to go back to bed, or i'll be absolutely NO good tomorrow. I'll finish watching this MST3K episode -Puma Man (thx youtube!) and try get some more shuteye. In fact i'll put my Enya CD on. That oughta set the sleepy mood. Good old celtic, new agey music. Once it stops frightening you, its a great soundtrack for slumber.

OPPOSITE WEEK

Can you go against nature?

Thats my goal for this week.

if every instinct you have is wrong...then the opposite must be right. (c) Seinfeld

Not saying that my instincts are wrong or nothing, because i've gotten this far with them. But every once in a while its nice to tone down the barbs and caustic wit. Because really,

I.
BE.
HATINNN. (c) ATCQ

And so dear reader, I give you my pledge that this upcoming week will be one filled with smiles, good natured humor, kind words, and the mellow yet flowery notes of your favorite prince matchabelli fragrance.

Its going to be difficult given the fact that most people and things annoy me. Its for this reason that i was ragged on and lambasted about my haterish tendencies this past weekend. I C U haterz!

:-/ ( don't tell but they hurt me yo...i allus figgered despite my tendency to dry wit...that i was indeed a kind person!)

Not only will I tone it down, but i'm going to do the opposite of what i'd normally do in day to day activities. Going against my natural inclinations will be hard, but what can i say? I love challenges.

So that means;

situations where i wanna hate....i'll um..love?
when i want to make fun...i'll concentrate on the positives.
rolling my eyes now means batting eyelashes.
the urge to be sarcastic will be will be cloaked with the mantle of sincerity and earnestness.

just all for the sake of bettering myself you know? self improvement and all that.

Hi, I'm lex the luvr and i'm the opposite of every woman you've ever met.

OY VEY

I woke up this morning and there were four things wrong:

1. It was 5:15
2. It was freezing.
3. There was snow on the ground
4. My left eye looked like it had gone 15 rounds in a title fight.

Not a good way to start the day.


First of all, i didn't need to get up until approximately 6:15. I had awakened a whole hour before needed. I lay there for about 10 minutes trying to coax myself back to sleep, to no avail. Finally I got up and did something i rarely do, make breakfast. I ate my breakfast, drank my tea, and by the time i finished all that, well i was starting to feel sleepy again. Natch.

Going to wash up, i walked past the medicine cabinet mirror and felt like my face looked a little weird. When i leaned in closer for further inspection, i realized that indeed my face did look bizarre and it wasn't my imagination. My left eyelid had swollen to about twice its normal size. I vaguely remember rubbing/scratching my eye last night in my sleep, little did i know how grotesque it would look this morning. Don't know if something bit me, or its a sty - alls i know is that its freaking me out.

I was glad for the sun this morning, it gave me an excuse to wear my sunglasses on the drive and hide the serious wonk i got going on. Of course when i take em off people are gonna be all like;

"gurl please. i didn't even notice."

But, people are liars. Or...perhaps you mean i look like i have down's syndrome all the time? I'm noid i know.

And then, though we didn't get much snow, it was enough to be a nuisance. Not only a nuisance, but i had to make the choice between form or function fashion-wise, and i hate that. Which way did i go? Well all i'll say about that is that i was soooo glad when the car finally warmed up enough to provide heat. :)

Don't think i'm crazy. I wanted to dress warm,but the fates were agin' me. I couldn't find my warm shearling boots, so i had to wear my bummy chuck taylors. Not cute. My feet were freezing as i scraped the car off. The wool turtleneck i wanted to wear had a spot on it, so no go. I mean it was just a complete comedy of errors this morning.

Anyway this morning has me all types of surly and its not even 10 yet. Its gonna be a long day i can tell.

...TILL YA USE ME UP

Ok so i was kvetching to a friend last night about a perceived slight(i know what you're thinking - lex? complain? Never!) and once i finished my relax relate releas(ing), he summed me up in one word:

Nurturer

Actually this is what he said: "You're a nurturer, thats all"

Ignoring the fact that thats all he could respond with after my 5 min harangue - i wanted sympathy, pats on the back and "why yes the world sucks, you're right and everyone else is wrong" but whatever. - i tend to agree with him. I indeed harbor a motherly spirit. Of course when he said that to me, my hackles raised because its all too well known that i'm a hater extraordinaire, from whence could all of this "caring" be coming?

We continued:

"What do you mean 'i'm a nurturer'?"

"Just what i said...you're a nurturer. You like to take care of people, you take interest in their well being, you like pleasing folks."

"You say that like its a bad thing. Is that a bad thing?"

"No. But you have to understand that that's YOUR personality, and not everybody is like you. Most people care to a certain extent, but many are not nurturers."

"Well everybody should be like me."

Him: [sigh]

"I'm joking! gosh."

"I know you're joking...you're always joking."

Me: :[

OK "the everybody should be like me" joke notwithstanding (If everybody was like me then how would i stand out as the spectacular human being that I am?) I guess he had a point. Despite my tough as nails exterior, i'm really a softy and I will go out of my way to make other people comfortable. I'm a sucker for a sob story and those that know me can use this knowledge for evil -sometimes they do. :( If its within my means, i'll put you up, give you money, let you use my car...(well, maybe not the ride) anything to help a down-on-your-luck person out. Of course, I don't wanna be an enabler and if i see that a person is in use mode, then its a wrap. But yeah, given my selfless/nurturing tendencies, i'd like to see a little reciprocity from the folks around me.

[Ok you might want to cue the string section here...and an oboe. A mournful oboe]

Its just... sometimes i feel like im being taken advantage of, and i can't stand it. I feel like folks know that my achilles heel is that behind all the hubris and blustering lies a person with a big heart that can be used and abused(they're wrong, but still.). I go out of my way to make others feel comfortable, should i not expect the same from others?

Anyway, before this entry descends into treacly morass of sentimentality and self pitying i have a question:

Can one be a hater and nurturer at the same time?

RIP PIMP C

this is most unfortunate.

my baby bro put me on to UGK and i've been a fan ever since. I was sad to hear about his passing.

only 33 years old.

too many good tracks to name, but here's their biggest (IMO) record to date:

ENNUI III

i'm so extra sometimes

not that this is new but yeah...

speaking of which my skin care regimen has reached new ridiculoid levels

what can i say? i love unguents and cleansers and packaging

my face is gonna fall off

cuidado!

overcompensating for lack of sleep and vitamins and minerals

i do a lot by myself mostly cause most people are easily bored if its not party party drinky drinky

either you get me or you don't

i've given up trying to assimilate

i used to want to be jaded like my favorite characters but um its not as fun as they made it seem

im nicer than i thought

went to target today and exercised self control

30 instead of 300

small steps or maybe giant ones?

coltrane vs miles

my ex would hang me for this question

my favorite things is one of my favorites to listen to this time of year

im always late with musical movements but yeah is treating your girl like a stripper whats hot in the streets

u should tip her? i wish a nigga would (c) kanye

or am i being too literal

and sorry for the term of endearment

premium denim is a racket but my booty looks so nice

bgk is my body model

i want this outfit i mean its sexy i think id be fly but id never wear it out (copy n paste link)

or would i

my stylist did more than a trim im missing like 3 inches

i need a kiss

MY HULA HOOP QUEST

I WANT A HULA HOOP AND WILL STOP AT NOTHING TO GET IT.

I recall it being so much fun, and being fairly good at it. I vowed that the next time i set foot in a toy store i would purchase one. However, at this point in time, it has proven to be a fruitless pursuit.

Toys R Us...NOPE.
KB Toys...NOPE.

Is hula-hooping out now? Too simple of a toy? It seems ridic that a TOY STORE wouldn't have them.

No biggie...i'll check the big discount store chains. DENIED.

Walmart doesn't have them
Target doesn't have them

I put fam and friends on alert, saying that if they come across a hoop in their travails, they are to buy it on sight, no questions. I will love them forever and possibly put them in my will if they do.

Decided to go to Ebay to see if i could find one and all they had were exercise hoops. Im sorry, but i'm not paying 35 dollars for what is essentially a weighted hula hoop.

Eventually my hula hunt has led me to the manufacturers of said hoop - WHAMO. Whamo does not sell them on their site, but gives links to sites that do. Which led me to this.

With shipping and handling my total will come to about 36 dollars. I'm not to keen on spending almost 40 bucks just so i can wiggle my hips around, but my inability to find one has made my desire for it almost unbearable. I WANT MY HOOP. So...i'm gonna mull this over, and probably wind up buying it. Unless i can convince someone to get it for me as a gift.

Lessee...who owes me a favor...?