1. DRESS FOR SUCCESS
Often there are cuties on board or a pretty flight attendant (also, the paparazzi stakes out the L.A. to New York route). You gotta look good getting on and off the plane! Wear fabrics w/a bit of stretch that won’t wrinkle. Try Earnest Sewn Jeans (my fave) or dark Diesel’s in the fanker cut. Add on a simple top or polo. A Cashmere sweater thrown over the shoulder completes the look. For shoes try the classic Tod’s driving shoe, old-school tennies or even flip flops (w/socks “Marcellas-Style”)! The sweater is crucial as it becomes a chic way to stay warm in-flight.
So I’m seeing someone. We’re trying to figure out what that means. I care about him. A lot. I think he feels the same way. I get happy to hear his voice or get his texts.
So it’s done.
Britney has kicked K-Fed to the curb. A lot of peeps were annoyed by him. You know with the whole “I act Black” thing. But I saw the attraction. Hell who doesn’t love a wigger? Is that term politically incorrect? I would never drop the “N Word”. Actually I would. To someone else Black. But I digress. Back to K-Fed… He’s hot in a “dancer but straight-I’ve appropriated street boy” style. I mean I adore Eminem. And K-Fed is basically Em-lite. Some of the flava but with less calories and cash. Kinda the same if you squint. Or keep the lights out.
…make mini lemon meringue tarts with vanilla-scented creme fraiche mousse. That’s what Lil’ Kim did before her unfortunate incarceration. Now I hate Lil’ kim. Wait, let me restate. I don’t hate her as I never met her. Saying you hate a person you’ve only seen on TV makes you seem crazy. I’m sure she has her good points. I’m sure her friends and family love her. And since she is in jail for holding it down and not sellin’ out her crew to the Man, I gotta show her some love. Now if she would just stop out-lining her lips in black pencil and stop wearing MAC “Myth” and put on some damn clothes, I’d be happy. Maybe prison will show her some restraint. I have no doubt my fave new show will be this:
Yes, Lil’ Kim, La Bella Mafia, has her own reality show. Shot in the weeks leading up to her forced vacation @ the worst spa in New York State. Let’s hope there’s no spitting ala “Pumkin” and “New York” on Flava Of Love. Certain things set my race back. Flavor Flav is and always has been one of those things. There are positive images of African American’s and then there’s Flava Of Love. By putting that show, with that man on TV, vh1 has set the image of my people back 250 years. We’re now coming over on the middle passage. Thanks Flav! Can you tell I don’t find Black folks clowning for the public’s amusement funny? But I can’t begrudge that man a gig. So… Back to reality…
So this would be RANDOMNESS pt. 3…
I heard my roommate having sex. The guy was cute and I’m jealous. I’m not having sex. Until it means something. I’m no longer a human dildo. Maybe I’m re-virginizing… That will last a week.