Weekend Wrap-Up, My Christmas List Part Un, and Damn Luda...

So this weekend I worked!  Right, that's it...I worked and fleeced home as fast as I could.  I had a 12 hour day on Friday, and yesterday marked my 6th day in a row.  The old boy is tired.  It's so weird.  I'm not saying that I'm old by any means, but I can definitely feel the difference from working a long week at 20, and working a long week at 30.  A decade ago I would have probably partied and drank through it all, instead I was knocked out an hour after I got home.  Wow, I'm 30.  When did that happen? Fuck!

Anyways, last night I watched the American Music Awards.  It was as dry as Malik Youba's lips.  The performances were weak, and most everyone looked wack.  

First and foremost, who the fuck let the New Kids on the Block in?  Their performance was painful to watch.  Where they kidding?  I was waiting for Ashton Kutcher to come out in the trucker hat of life and scream, "You just got PUNKED!"  They looked so stiff and rehearsed.  Don't get me wrong I used to live for NKOTB back in the day.  I screamed and cried just like every other teenage girl at the site of them in their hey day, but now...?  Let it go guys.  

Even though it was so over for you having the largest spread in the all black issue of Italian Vogue, last night you looked (Can we say it all together)...Tired!  Why would she wear that?  Tocarra knew she didn't have any damn business in polka dots with her big ass.  She looked like somebody's mama (not mine by the way, cause my mom would have twirled the pump of life).  

Who the fuck is that tired old queen standing next to that tired queen?  No seriously, who is that?  Why is that she wearing a mesh fish netted vest with a "feels like satin to the touch" button down collared shirt.  No read or shade though, his face is beat better than Omarosa's.  Get it girl (I mean the queen, not Omarosa)...

Hi Kanye...(teeth clinched).  I'm glad she won something, cause you know how she goes off if she doesn't.

I don't even have anything to say about this...

O.K., I lied.  Yes I do.  What the fuck was Alicia Keys doing?  What in the Bollywood Hare Krishna hot ass mess?  I know she loves Stevie Wonder, but why would she let him style her for the night.  That's just bad and I don't want none.  I'm too blessed to stress over the devil's mess honey!  No way...

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So with the Christmas season all ready in gear, I thought I'd start to post my Christmas list.  It's only a few things, and this is Part One.

1.  Sanity

2.  A washable suede jacket from HSN (I'm not gonna wear it, it's just over to ask for one)

3.  Him pictured below

4.  Those Gucci boots from last week's post

5.  Gift cards to Ruth Chris, Outback, and Chick-Fil-A (preferably over $500 each)

6.  Those Alexander McQueen mens pants pictured below.  They are from Spring 2004, so somebody has some work to do.

7.  A Connect Four game

8.  A bag of cotton balls

9.  A bag of cotton candy

10.  Taylor Dayne's 2nd studio album "Can't Fight Fate" (in it's original packaging please)

Oh My God, you guys only have like a month left and this is only part one...Hurry!

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