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.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
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!
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...