I write what I want on this here site. Whether it makes ANY sense to those who read it or not, is NOT the point of this blog. These are my thoughts and thought processes at any particular juncture throughout the day, week, month, etc. I'm not looking for everyone OR anyone to agree with what I display, it just IS. They are mY thoughts. You don't appreciate the rhetoric - fall back.
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BlackBerry down, BlackBerry down, roger - do you hear me? BlackBerry DOWN!
My BlackBerry has been down since Thursday night and I’ve been going through SERIOUS withdrawls.
Who knew you were suppose to replace your SIM card every year or year and half! NOT ME!
I think the last time I replaced this SIM card was probably in 2005 if not before. Now, I’ve been without this phone for a day and some hours and feel like the world just blew up. I’m going to get a new SIM card today, so wish me luck.
To all my BB friends, I love you and miss you and mama will be back in effect shortly. Kisses!
Are you kidding me, who does that? GET A LIFE people. Once again, here I was in my yard minding my own business watching of all things the BET awards (missed it first time round) and all of a sudden I get a text, Are you watching channel 7 ?
So you know out of nosiness I had to turn. WHY oh WHY did I do that?!
Do you know what I witnessed?
I witnessed a clique of absolutely absurd individuals, who were owners of Capuchin Monkeys. They didn’t just own the monkeys, no no no, they were treating these wild animals as though they were their children. These lunatics had the monkeys dressed up in kids clothing, they were fawning over these creatures showering them with mouth to mouth kisses, taking them to the playground swings; one woman ( the poor lonely soul) even had a nursery-esque type room for the monkey because she felt that it was her child. As a matter of fact, the woman’s entire family including her mother, treated this monkey as though it was this woman’s biological child aka Monkid.
People, please!!! Please stop with the inordinate amount of fu*kery. Really. (more…)
So you say you love music, if so, do you know who FELA is? I don’t mean on the general, oh I’ve heard of him sense. I mean do you know what he stood for, what his stance was on African Pride. Black African Pride. Last night I got into a debate with someone over broadening ones musical horizons. My argument is, don’t dismiss or denigrate something because you are unfamiliar with it.
How about trying to take a moment and hear it out in it’s entirety and then if you still don’t care for it, make a VALID point from that. Just don’t tell me oh I love all music but when some different stuff comes on you want to put down an entire culture/movement. That irks me. ICk.
Check out this documentary. If your not a World Music fan, look at it anyway. It’s good for the SOUL. Yes-O!
His name was FELA ANIKULAPO KUTI and he was and still is THE baddest mutha!
Part I
Look for the continuation to this documentary OR ANY documentary on FELA, at your local BlockBuster. It’s well worth the trip.
I’m MAD this heffa has her paws all over my husband to be.lol. You nevermind, he don’t know he and I are to be wed. It’ll happen! If Tila “the slutbag” Tequilla could get a show, then there’s always a chance for Idris and I!
Is there anything better than looking at this man? I mean really, I’ve wanted to rip this man’s clothes off for at least the last five years. He is such a specimen of excellence.
didn’t just own the monkeys, no no no, they were treating these wild animals as though they were their children. These lunatics had the monkeys dressed up in kids clothing, they were fawning over these creatures showering them with mouth to mouth kisses, taking them to the playground swings; one woman ( the poor lonely soul) even had a nursery-esque type room for the monkey because she felt that it was her child. As a matter of fact, the woman’s entire family including her mother, treated this monkey as though it was this woman’s biological child aka Monkid.
of him sense. I mean do you know what he stood for, what his stance was on African Pride. Black African Pride. Last night I got into a debate with someone over broadening ones musical horizons. My argument is, don’t dismiss or denigrate something because you are unfamiliar with it. 
