OBAMA, and Wicked Major...

Why is Obama slaying in this picture, lookin' like Mr. Jay from ANTM is directing him from the side.  

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Ring the Mother-fucking alarm!  I have a new husband thanks to my friend Howard Cromwell of DC's Most Fabulous Magazine.  Even though he doesn't play pro, I think I'm fine with that.  I'd have to cut back and curve my spending, but all I need is his love...lol.  

 Howard had mentioned that he was with some basketball players from the show 'Shirts and Skins' via text message on Saturday.  I thought 'Shirts and Skins' was some online porn that I was missing out on, it's actually a show on LOGO.  Boy was I missing out.  Meet Demarco Majors.

The show follows a gay basketball team called the Rockdogs.  Who even knew there was something called the NGBA (National Gay Basketball Association), and why am I not a water girl?  

At 5' 11" 190 pounds, Demarco Majors slays.  He can palm my basketball any day.  

My husband was also one of the boys in that lady Beyonce's 'Freakum Dress' video.  Somebody better tell that cunt to stay away from my man, she already has Jay is that not enough?  

Okay, so I'm thinking Fall '09 wedding--actually the way he's filling out those boxer briefs, let's make it Spring.  something really small and quaint.  Just 50 of our closest family and friends in Hawaii.    I know who won't be there though.  One FRIEND in particular who know about Demarco and didn't tell me.  I have too much class *coughs (Norman)* to even mention who it is *coughs again (Bowler)*.  I don't know why people be hatin' on our love.  Quincy Majors--It'd take some getting used to, but I like it.

Oh shit, Happy Halloween.

The New York Tea...

Hey guys, it's been a while.  As you know I've been in NYC.  The trip was amazing, I didn't want to come back.  Normie and I left for the city at 6:30 a.m. on Saturday morning.  We arrived in NY and walked around midtown for a bit.  The weather was surprisingly warm and I was layered down.  My old roomie from when I lived in New York Colleen arranged an over brunch for our arrival.  The place was called Cluny (284 W. 12th St. 212.255.6900).  The food was amazing.  I'm a breakfast person, so it really tickled my fancy.  That's Colleen and her friend Robert.

After brunch we did some shopping.  We swept through Soho and the west village.  Patricia Field's is definitely always a top when I visit the city.  There is us outside the new store on Bowery, aren't my leg-warmers over?  I picked up a sweatshirt, that's all.  Mama is trying not to spend money--I'm broke as hell.  

So Saturday night I had plans to stay with my friend Migdalia in upstate.  Normie went to visit family in  the B.K.   I had to take the train from Grand Central.  I had no clue the train ride was an hour and a half.  That train ride was a conjure.  My train left at 6:50, and I didn't make it to my destination until something to 9.  My hats off to Migdalia, she does that commute everyday into the city.   

The train ride was all well worth it.  Migdalia and her fiance William cooked a nice dinner, and I got to hang out with my nephew Jaden.  He is so adorable.  He got me to start thinking about the question of kids.  Definitely not right now, but I'm going on record to say that I would love to have children (wait children is plural--a child).  I better hurry up before my ovaries shrink up.
So Sunday morning Migdalia, her mother, and myself went wedding dress shopping.  She is getting married in the Dominican Republic on Memorial Day weekend.  There was dress drama this week, but she needed a "gay to the rescue".  Everything is fine now.  She selected a dress, and she looks gorgeous in it.   It should be here towards the beginning of December, and I'm going to N.Y. to be there for alterations.  It just never hurts to have a faggy nearby for things like that, right?

After the wedding dress shopping, I headed back into the city to move into the first hotel.  We hotel hopped.  

  

We were on the 40th floor.  This was the view from our window.  The view was so fierce, I wanted to jump just to take it all in.  Isn't that over to jump to take in a view?  

Normie came from B.K. and we settled into the hotel.  My niece Brandon lives in New York now.  He is a model.  He came over to meet us, and to go out for a bit.  

Why is she smiling with her eyes?  Oooop!

So that night we went to grab a quick bite at the Viceroy in Chelsea.  The food normally always slays, but my crabcake tasted like a brillo pad.  I sent it back twice.  Everyone else's food was cute though.  

After our bite we walked over to G Lounge.  It was a cute crowd.  After we went to Park way on the west side.  There was a vicious line, and I couldn't see not skipping it.  I made it in, saw someone from D.C. (sorry Jonathan), and hit it after 10 minutes.  Then we went to The Cock, Urge, The Boiler Room, and some private birthday party with bad drag queens.  Norman said that one of them looked like a prettier Kathy Griffin.  

After the club conjure, we went to one of my favorite diners, Lyric on 23rd and 3rd.  We ate boot, and hit it home.  

The next morning we got up and checked into my hotel for work, Dream NY www.dreamny.com.  The hotel was cute--very boutiquey.  I didn't have work until 6:45 (a networking dinner), so we had the better part of the day to shop--mostly window shop, but shop.  We saw Treach from Naughty by Nature walking down Broadway looking very angry for some reason.  He had like 18 bandanas tied to random places all over his body.  He is the over angry aggressive jailhouse "where are they now" rapper trade piece.  I get life and die.

My dinner was great.  It was at Amalia.  I had Salmon, it was cooked and seasoned to perfection.  After my work dinner, we decided to go see Noah's Arc.  We hit it over to Chelsea and caught a 10:45.  The theatre was full of N.Y. queens.  It was over.  They were flailing and going off at the screen, I got life.  The movie was o.k.  The costumer/stylist should be shot though.  Why did they make Noah look so crazy?  More on that later.

After the movie, we hit it back to the hotel to get some rest, I had an early start on Tuesday morning.  

I had work for the better part of the day on Tuesday.  I toured the Gucci showroom, and we talked about Spring/Summer.  I communicated with my buyers on what my clients asked for/needed or wanted to see more of.  Hopefully that helps.  

After the meetings, I went over to the Meatpacking district.  The name has always attracted me for some reason...lol.  I checked out Louboutin on Horatio street for my over sister, and conjured in Jeffrey and Stella McCartney.  I grabbed a bite at a little pub across from the Soho House, and made plans to start heading home.  

The trip was amazing.  I miss N.Y. so much.  Hopefully, I will be back sometime soon.  You guys will get the tea on that later.  

Fast forward to last night when I had a date with the cop piece.  We went to Coco Sala for drinks, and saw Noah's Arc.  I acted like I was surprised, cause I promised him that I would see it with him.  This is the first really good date I've had in a while.  He is so easy going and mild mannered.  He opens the door like a gentleman should, and couldn't see me reaching for my purse ever to pay.  There is only one thing--never mind I'm not gonna say...

Okay I will, just don't tell anyone.  He has bad shoes.  I can change that though.  In my early 20's that would have been a deal breaker.  I wouldn't have called him back.  Chile now you gotta take what you can get and work with it, especially if they are nice and don't beat you...lol.  

Anyways, I will give you guys the updates as usual.  Check me out tomorrow.  I have a new crush, and this time I think it's true love.

Hold Your Horses...

I'll be back tomorrow, check me out!  Missed you guys...

B.E.T., G-A-Y, N.Y.C....

The 2008 BET Hip Hop Awards aired last night.  Surprisingly, I thought they were pretty good.  The only thing that bunched my panties was the over kill of Obama talk.  By all means please do a segment urging young voters to vote, but last night it was just torture.  The whole show was "Barrack the Vote".  Did Obama (Oprah) pay for the production of the show?  Young Jeezy even had the nerve to perform a song from his new CD while showing Obama pictures on the monitors in the background.  I'm not done yet.  Jeezy also had "Black Panther-esque" looking dancers come out thrusting their fist in the air and chanting, "vote Black".  There is no need to scare white people now.  If I were white and considering giving Obama my vote, that would maybe sway my decision.  Black Panthers saying "vote black".  That's like skin-heads performing on the MTV awards with Good Charlotte chanting "Vote White".  I would get life though.  I just feel that this is a very crucial time.  We don't need to push any votes to the other side by acting ignorant.  It's not about "voting black", it's about who is the best candidate for the position (steps off the soap box).  NEXT!

I thought T-Pain did a pretty good job of hosting the awards last night.  He was a last minute stand in for Katt Williams.  Lord knows why Katt couldn't perform his duties as host, maybe his perm wasn't ready or something?  Anyways, despite looking like The Riddler on prescription medication T-Pain did a great job.  He was witty and likable the whole show.   

Ummm, Mr. Cool J, so you can come to the BET Awards, but you can't fulfill your tour duties.  Oh Hell Naw!  He owes me a performance, preferably a private one in the nude, but a performance none the less.  

Two of my baby daddies, T.I. and Ludacris opened the show last night.  This was major with their on-going beef from last years BET Awards.  It was a good thing to see two rap giants bury the hatchet and give a good performance.  

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The day has come.  Today the Noah's Arc movie, "Jumping the Broom" opens.  Go support our black gay films, even though I'm sure the movie will be a conjure.  You guys have to admit, the show was pretty lame.  Besides staring at Wade's body and a couple of Alex's cute tag phrases the show was bad.  The acting is mediocre, and the plot lines were predictable.  I only watched because I related in many ways.  We really had never seen black gay characters on a major network before.  Whatever, we will see.  

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Have a great weekend peeps.  I leave for New York on Saturday morning, I will return on Tuesday.  Check the blog throughout the weekend for pics from N.Y.  Dueces!

Rachel Ray vs. LisaRaye: Oh no...

Rachel Ray was born on August 25, 1968 in Upstate New York.  Ray has been nominated for two daytime Emmys.  She has her own talk show, and also host two cooking shows, her famous '30 minute meals', and 'Rachel Ray's Tasty Travels'.  In 2006, the bitch even launched her own magazine.  If she doesn't have enough money yet, her endorsements include Burger King, Nabisco crackers, and Dunkin Donuts.  

Lisa Raye was born on September 23, 1967.  She made some movies and things, and tried to be on sitcoms or something...(crickets).  Oh, she had a really big wedding in Caicos, (more crickets), but that man left her for some cunt from BET.

In 2007, Rachel Ray announced that the famous Madame Tussaud museum was creating a wax figure of her likeness.

(crickets fading...)  Lisa Raye is Da Brat's half sister.  Oh, she was also in 'The Players Club'.  "Ebony, girl don't get in that car.  They gon' run a train on you..." (crickets fading even more)

Rachel Ray is endorsed by (I'm about to say it, don't look...) Oprah, and in 2006 earned over 6 million dollars that year alone.  

Ummm, Lisa Raye was in that Sisqo video 'Incomplete' (tumbleweeds going by, and crickets).  Oh, I know.  She was nominated for a NAACP Image Award (street light goes off, everyone scatters).  

Sorry Lisa girl, Rachel has that "O" lady on her side.  People have disappeared off the face of this earth when they've fucked with Oprah.  

**True Story**

The son of a famous maker of exotic handbags gave me the scoop on Ms. O. Last Christmas season her people called to order 500 crocodile clutches as gifts.  They were ecstatic to fill such an order and gave Harpo wholesale price.  When the bill arrived to the studio, Oprah herself called the showroom and asked why the bill was so low.  She said that they were supposed to be $1,100 a piece.  When she found out she was given wholesale price, she was outraged.  She demanded to pay full price and told them to never give her a discount again when she ordered.  Is that fierce or what?  Now who wanna fuck with her?  Anyone...

Lisa Raye, you betta run girl...

Big Willie?, One More Chance...?, and Obama Saves Us...!

Why doesn't anybody ever listen to me?  Have you guys heard about the famous Hollywood Madame that says Will Smith ordered male escorts from her?  I have said for years that Will and Jada are swingers.  That's why they are so happy.  She munches a little carpet, he slobs a little nob, bada bing bada bang--a happy marriage it makes. 

 I wonder if Will is a top or a bottom?  Wouldn't it slay if he was a nasty pig catcher?  Oh what I would do to hear Will croon, "Oooh Daddy"!  I would get so much life.  On second thought, can't you see Jada strapping it on and getting her man?  I sure can.  Ummmmm....

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Stop it, Stop it...I can't take it anymore.  No more of the fucking foolishness that is Chance and Real.  I thought I saw the last of them on 'I love New York'.  Nope, Vh-1 had to bring us a reality game show with the two corn ball brothers.  Now they have their own dating show called 'Real Chance of Love'.  Are they kidding me?  I'm definitely a fan of reality television, but this just has to stop.  Are Chance and Real serious?  I hope they are just doing this for the cameras, because if they are this corny, I'm gonna have to find them and mace the shit out of them.  

I will have to admit having a slight crush on Chance during 'I Love New York'.  The crush has definitely been crushed.  He is repulsive to me.  I don't want to date a man who has more baby hair than me.  I just couldn't see it.  While we're on the subject of hair... Real's hair is gorgeous, I'm not even gonna hate, but what in the Fabio?  What in the Pink Oil Moisturizer?  What in the Rick James?  What in the Dark and Lovely?  What in the Marsha Brady brush strokes?  What in the Mary had a little lamb ringlets?  Anyways, I didn't wanna say for sure, but is that eye-liner on him? The only black man that should be wearing eye-liner is Lil "Shut-Up" Richard.  Someone please remove these corn muffins from my television.  I tried to mace the screen on Sunday night, but nothing happened.  Help!

 

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On a serious note, with less than two weeks left until the election I'm urging everyone to vote.  I'm sure I'm not the only one unhappy with the state of our country right now?  It could definitely get worse if we make the wrong choice on Tuesday, November 4th.  I am officially endorsing Obama, so vote for him or else I'll find you and mace you.

  

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Smoot It Up, Flip It, Rub It Down....Oh No!

Ok well, the good thing is that my throat doesn't feel like I sucked 30 dicks dipped in salt this morning--just 23 or 24.  It's an improvement, that's all I can ask.  I am going to work though.  Hopefully, I can cough all over phones and random office supplies to get co-workers that I don't like sick.  

Anyways, I know I may get a reputation for working my way around the team, but who cares?  Fred Smoot is THE ONE!  I swear I've never felt like this before about anyone..lol.  Fred gives face and slight body--I live!

29 year old defensive end for the Redskins Fred Smoot is the ruler.  He is quite the party guy, and he could put Diddy out of business, because he is the real bad boy.  Hold on, I'm about to drop some teas...

You guys don't remember the "Love Boat Scandal" back in 2005 involving players from the Minnesota Vikings? Ummmm, well the "alleged" ring leader of it all was Mr. Smoot.  Smoot and other team mates "allegedly" rented a boat and prostitutes to hold a sex party.  Fred again "allegedly" held a two-headed dildo for prostitutes to pleasure themselves with for all to see.  In May of 2006 Smoot plead guilty to disorderly conduct.  He payed a hefty fine, and completed community service. 

 I myself don't see what the big deal was.  If they wanna have a sex party on a boat with didlos and things, it's their business.   I would be more than happy to host your sex party Fred.  I would bake cookies, and have juice--anything you want.  Fucking prudes!

Who wants to put money on it that they gang banged the shit out of that little lady there that night?  I'm just saying?  Call me Fred!

Weekend Wrap-Up...

Hey Tricks, guess what? It's official...I'm fucking sick!  I knew it Saturday.  I had that whole post nasal drip thing going on, and then my body felt achey.  Yesterday, it was more congestion and headache. Today it's everything.  I feel like someone tied me to the back of a Yukon and went from 0-60 mph, then made me suck like 3o dicks dipped in salt (my throat is rockin').  Oooh, I almost forgot about my head, I feel like Monique, Aretha Franklin, and Raven Simone are all sitting on my face--the pressure is unbearable.  Other than that I'm fine.   Norman said that he would get life if I died while I was posting.  I would too.   

Anyways, this weekend was kosher.  Friday night I did nothing.  The police trade was supposed to come over, but his supervisor asked him to work a double because it was Howard Homecoming.  I stayed on the phone with him until 5 a.m., and then went to work unbothered.  Around 2 p.m. Jon and Nat called and said that they were going to "The Yard" at  Howard University to conjure.  They said that the trades there were so vicious.  I totally believe them.  I think that D.C. has some of the most unforgiving trade in the nation--they have a swagger like no other.  I wanted to meet those trannies, but didn't get off until 6.  We made plans to eat after my work.  

After I got off the train on Saturday I rushed home to change.  I cut through the parking lot on 11th and H (old convention center site), and saw this...

The most over homeless lady I've ever seen.  Why was this bitch typing on a word processor in a parking lot at night.  She came equipped with her own extension cords and everything.  Get into how far the cord runs.  First of all, I had that same word processor when I was in middle school.  Second of all, what the fuck was this bitch typing?  I don't even care, all I know is that she is the fucking ruler of the earth.  She is giving when my book comes out, eat it. What if she did publish her works and got like millions for it.  I could maybe sell these pics for a coin.  

After those jokes, I made it home to change.  I met up with my friend who left me to move to Jersey (Melissa).  She went to Howard as well.  I invited her along to the conjure dinner.  The people went to Lauriol Plaza.  I ordered my usual, the Pollo Asado.  But I never ordered this...

Who ordered the tranny fag side up to-go?  Why was my fag sister beating her face like this in preparation for a party after dinner?  I swear, I 've never seen a woman that could stand next to any drag queen and punish.  She is the gayest woman alive!  Thank God for my sister, she gives the fags what they want--she gives the fags what they need--Face, Body, and Fashions.  Ewwwwww, She's so nasty, and I live!

After my dinner, the police trade came over.  I was his dinner.  

Yesterday, work was work.  I came home and took a shot of NyQuil to the head like it was Patron.  I don't know if NyQuil really makes you feel better, it just knocks you the fuck out.  After about 5 minutes of hallucinating, you just drop.  Hopefully, you're in your home and not driving or something.  I swear it only takes 5 minutes.  That's some powerful shit son...

Quincy Thomas...?, and Queens, Get Ready...

6' 10"?  Are you freaking kidding me?  This time it's really love.  I'm not kidding.  Get into starting center for the Washington Wizards Etan Thomas.  Those dreads, those eyes, and those arms, how could you not like this gorgeous tree of a man?  

He also loves to write poetry.  You just gotta love a renaissance man.  

My dear sweet basketball playing child is out until about April.  Thomas had open heart surgery to correct a cardiac irregularity last year around this time.  I can help you get better.  I can make soup, you'll be out on that court in no time.  Trust!

Do you guys think Etan will need some help after the games to lather up in the shower.  I'd need a step stool, but I'm game.  Call me boy!

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Hit Logo show 'Noah's Arc' is making it's way to the big screen.  Get into the private screening accompanied by a reception and discussion next week at the Landmark Theaters.  More info to come later.  Have a great weekend!  

Janet Jackson Concert Wrap-Up...

Well, before I get to the show I just have to comment on some of the bad fashions I saw last night.  Why don't people just keep it simple?  A nice pair of jeans and a cute top would have sufficed.  What in the ghetto Pocahontas is she wearing?  Perhaps she was trying to conjure Janet from her "If" days.  You see how she looked from the back, the front was 5x as worse.  I don't know, maybe they don't sell perms at her CVS?  Anyways...

Oh My Gosh, last night I was running so late.  The show was to start at 7:30 with my husband L.L. Cool J. to open.  How about we do roll call?  "Janet Jackson"--here.  "L.L. Cool J...."  I said "L.L. Cool J."  Hmmm.  How dare L.L. not show up to D.C.  I know what it was, he didn't wanna make all of those D.C. cunts jealous when he pulled me up on stage to announced our love.  

I arrived at about 8:30.  It was perfect.  Janet came on about five minutes after I arrived.   She opened with an old school set--"Pleasure Principle", "Miss You Much", etc...  You guys know I love Janet.  I grew up with her.  I can remember being 8 or 9 dancing around in my bathroom pretending that I was in the Pleasure Principle video like any other normal little girl...

lol.  The 80's shaped me.  She is truly one of the biggest icons of my time, but last night It seemed like she just couldn't get it right.  Perhaps the fact that Janet was the biggest during a tour since Rhythm Nation could have added to why she wasn't sticking her dance moves as hard?  Take into account that she is 42 and probably nearly over it now.  She has achieved feats that today's R&B/Pop artist couldn't imagine, but that old Janet magic just wasn't there.  Don't get me wrong, the show was great, just not spectacular.  I'm sorry for mentioning Beyonce again, but in a time when that cunt dances (in heels) and sings straight out (no lip-syncing) for 2 hours straight, the bar has been raised.  I give her one, maybe two more tours tops and she's done.  Janet doesn't give Madonna, her music is all about tight choreography.  She doesn't just roll around on the stage for hours.  That's why Madonna can tour well into her 50's.  Janet's music is also not about her voice.  She's no Patti LaBelle who can grasp your attention with her voice, she lip-syncs, which means your dancing and stage presence better be tight.  

All in all, Janet has given us hit after hit.  I'm actually updating my Ipod now with a few that were over-looked.  Janet still rocks, just not as hard...   

How do you ask your mother for a pair of skinny jeans and knee-pads at age 8 when you're a boy?

FIGHT!, Come on Penny, and Any Takers...?

Tonight is the third and final presidential debate.  The debates will take place at Hofstra University in New York, and will air at 9 p.m.  The two will battle for 90 minutes.  Of course the major topic of the debate is the economic crisis.  I'm just waiting for Obama to bring it tonight.  He needs to come out of the gate calling McCain all types of bitches and mother-fuckers.  Even though Obama is seeing double digit leads in the polls, he still needs to bring a strong performance tonight.  You know how the

y always try to pull tricks out of their sleeve in the final inning.  I just feel in my spirit that the Repubs are gonna do something crafty.  We will just have to wait and see.  

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So tonight I'll be TiVOing the debates because I'm going to see Ms. Jackson if you're nasty.  Janet is slated to perform tonight here in D.C. at the Verizon Center.  She has cancelled shows left and right.  I don't think Janet is crazy enough to cancel D.C.  The queens would lose it!  The banjee house kids would find her and demand

 their coin back...lol.  

 Janet's PR team have blamed the cancellations on her health, but the real teas from an inside source is that Janet wanted to re-vamp the show.  The tour so far has seen mediocre reviews.  I've heard that Janet hasn't been sticking her dance moves, and has even lost breath in some cities.  I mean, the cunt is 42?  She has definitely left her stamp as a legend, but it may be time to bow out gracefully.  Especially when she has cunts like Beyonce and Rihanna on her ass.  We will definitely see what Janet will bring.  Log on tomorrow for an update.    

 

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I'm just saying, the Bible says ask and you shall receive.  Does anyone wanna buy me these Carrera aviators?  They would look so over on me.  Common rocked a similar pair at a party not too long ago and served in them.  Any and all donations can be sent to The Quincy Jones Sunglasses Foundation.  I accept wire transfers, money orders, PayPal, and cash only.  No personal checks please, I know how some of yall do.  Ummmm, Hello?  I'm waiting...lol.

Hey Boy, Weekend Wrap-Up, and "Fourth Finger--Left Hand..."

Ok, So I know I've had lots of man friends these past couple of weeks, but I think he's "The One".  Michael Jenkins, Wide Receiver for the Atlanta Falcons is so dreamy.  At 6' 4" 215 pounds, he can definitely make me feel like the petite lady I am.  Oh my Gosh, I want him to flip me like DMX did that girl in 'Belly'.  Call me Mike!

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So overall my weekend was pretty uneventful.  I worked on Saturday.  Borzou, Nik, Normie, and I decided to go to Outback Steakhouse afterwork.  By the way, Outback is my jump-off son.  I live for pretty much everything on the menu.  Every time I go there I slay, and order pretty much one of every appetizer.  

There is Nik with a mound of lobster tail carcasses.  I took the pic so it would look like they were all hers...lol.  Borzou and I assisted in the lobster tail feast as well.  

Saturday night I did nothing.  I conjured with my new cop trade over the phone until the wee hours.  Sunday I worked, it was a blower.  I came home and tried to relax.  I forgot that I had made plans with that trade who was trying to squat at my crib yesterday.  He got off work at 11 p.m., and arrived at my house around midnight.  We watched season 2 of Noah's Arc on DVD and fell asleep.  I swear the trade doesn't think no means no.  I was running from dick all night.  I didn't get much sleep because if they catch you with your guard down, next thing you know you're biting pillows.  

Yesterday, after I kicked the mother-fucker out of my house, I went to brunch with my friend Lucy.  Brunch was great.  Afterwards, I met up with Normie, and we went to the Richard Avedon exhibit at the Corcoran.  It was my second time.  The photos are amazing.  

After the museum, we decided to do some window shopping in Georgetown.  I was looking for some cool layering bracelets at this weird shop on M. St.  I saw this there...

He was posing like he was on Sports Illustrated or something.  I'm sure he felt a draft.  His belly is so over.  I got life.  After I sneaked that shot, I fleeced.  

Fast forward to 2 a.m. when my friend Tamika comes over slightly intoxicated from the club.  Mind you all, I have to be up at 6:30.  She wanted to sit in my living room and do coffee talk at that ungodly hour.  After I left her on my couch in the living room, the trade called and I was on the phone until 4:30.  I'm so exhausted.  The only bags I could see having are the Gucci ones that I sell.  I'm getting sleep tonight if it kills me.  We'll see tomorrow...

Okay people, so the video for "Single Ladies" is finally here. This song would make the tradiest of trade wanna throw on a pair of heels and dance super cunty. I live! Who else could keep your attention for 3 minutes and 30 seconds dancing against a white back-drop? Why didn't Obama choose Beyonce as his running mate? Now that's a ticket that just wouldn't lose.