Thursday, June 29, 2006
Rescue Me - Chlymidia
Mrs. Turberdy is caught screwing her students, and Sheila finds out her son was one of them. She tells Tommy what happened and that the teacher gave them all Chlymidia.
Tommy spends the rest of the episode trying not to pee fire. Alicia (Susan Sarandon) steals Franco's daughter, and tells Tommy that the little girl feels disposable, and when Franco is ready to talk she will be there.
Maggie threatens to kill Tommy because Sean Garrity broke up with her. Sean decides he and Tommy are no longer friends. Probie is having trouble filling out his transfer papers. He and the roommate are still calling each other fags.
Chief's brother in law brings him a check to pay for his sisters upkeep at the nursing home, but rips it up when he sees the neighbor come down the stairs in her nightgown.
Oh and O'Reily's ex-wife is back in town, and though not interested in joining Tommy's plot to get back at Janet and O'Reily at first, next week's previews suggest otherwise.
SYTYCD Last nights show was fire (did I mention I am not a voter?)
Lets get right to it: Last week Joy and Jason got voted off which was no surprise to me. I figured someone was going to get it and it wasnt going to be that bitch ass Dmitry. He stays throwing his partner under the bus, but I will get to that in a minute.
First up were Ben and Ashley who I thought looked extra cute but got saddled with a shitty routine. It was supposed to be hip-hop to Ushers "Caught Up" but It didnt look like it to me. Ursha sucks anywho, so I see why they didnt do so well. Old hip-hop chick called it "STRAN'GE" and all I could think was "How much of white America just did that Scooby Doo head tilt and hrrrh move"
Then Heidi and Ryan got out there and did the Cuban Rhumba. The crypt keeper thought it was going to be some old American Rhumba BS, but it was more like tribal African dance. I gotta hand it to Leatherface though, she worked it, and the routine was off the hook. Remind me to have that Alex Da Silva's baby m'kay. Crowd loved it, Judges loved it..straight fiyah.
Next up were Ivan and Alison who wore OUT the Argentine Tango. They are fucking, I am sure of it. This was another Alex (mybabydaddy) Da Silva routine and it was hotter than the Afro Cuban dance. Those lifts and drops and all that chemistry between them was almost too much for an old girl like me. Da Silva keeps this up and I might just become his stalker.
Then there was Dmitry's (throw a bitch down and step on her) ass and Aleksandra doing the waltz. Of course Dmitry is the god of all things ball room but just like he carried the shit out of Joy, he did the same shit to Aleksandra. Rolling his eyes and acting like she is too stupid to breathe. Look just cause cackling ass Mary Murphy wants to fuck you, doesnt mean you are all that great. Go sit down.
Then one of my favorite couples came out. Donyelle and Benji. They did some sort of Pop Jazz to Dani Minogue's "Put the needle on it" which I swear I have heard before. Anyway they of course proceeded to run it better than lil Chris Brown. Homegirl was serious with it, and Benji was not hardly playing. Stran'ge! Poor Poor Musa and Natalie... How sexy could yall be doing the foxtrot anyway? I loved the outfit Natalie was wearing, but thats where my accolades stop. It was very ungood and nothing I hope they ever have to repeat. Sadly even after the bang up job they did last week, they might not make it this week thanks to this shitty routine.
Jessica and Jaymz. First, I hate to keep bringing this up, but wtf is with his name?? Seriously I know you arent exactly a white guy, but um...your name is really fucking me up. Either your momma was ignorant as hell or you are a pretentious name changing fuck. Whewww okay with that said, I loved their routine to "Lets Go" by Frou Frou. That song is a Greys Anatomy song, I know it. It was contemporary, but she did a damn good job. The whole routine I am thinking she looks like someone, and I finally figured it out. She looks like a cross between Fiona Apple and Lee Lee Sobieski. See for yourself.
Just as I am thinking CAN WE GET TO TRAVIS ALREADY!!! Here they come. That boy is the TRUTH! I cant call it any other way. Martha...well um, she has great legs. Why does she have to look so diesel in the upper body and face? Anyway, they did another not quite hip hop routine to Chris Brown's Just fine, where Travis pretended to persue her, and Martha pretended not to be a tranny. Ehh I knew the judges would hate it but as usual Travis was hot to death (did I just say that?) and if I were voting he would get mine every time.
So my prediction for this weeks losers? Aleksandra and Musa though I wish it were that bitch ass Dmitry. He need his ass whipped just on GP. Later Ladies and Menses
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
First for a bunch of pics of the BET awards with its non-singing folks and shitty sound system, go to Crunk & Disorderly, its two stories down. Fresh has the good shit on that. Me I can only comment on the fact that Keishya Cole's new name is Superhood, and the bitch cant sing, but you knew that already.
Next is Shitney Spears and her attempt at damage control. How exactly do you follow a catastrophic interview were all sorts of shit was going wrong with naked photos? I mean how does that work exactly. Wanna see the naked bumpkin? Go to Perezhilton's site. Oh and if you are the least bit bored, take out your frustrations on Federfuck with this game. Its worth it trust me.
Third is the debacle that is Starzilla's exit from the view. It truly has become a media nightmare. I dont care to hear about what she thinks or what Barbara W. thinks, or what her flaming Fire Island hubby thinks neither. I mean she is entitled to her tantrum I guess. Everyone should be allowed to kick over that trash can Dave Chapelle style when you quit. Wanna hear more about Star and all that is The View? Go see Trent at Pinkisthenewblog. He has it covered. Just scroll past Shitney, the Bey, the BET run down and Nicole and Keith Urban.
Oh and just for shits and grins, my cousin sent me this and frankly I cant stop laughing. Maybe its not right for a Psych major to laugh so hard at this, but I mean damn this girl is off her rocker!
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Someone at UMCP or FAFSA is lying their asses off. Either I don’t owe Maryland U money, or I don’t owe 5k for classes in 04/05. Which the hell one is it? It can’t be both! How do I owe you money if I am paying that money back right now??? All I was trying to do was register for my classes, and here comes the bullshit brigade of what I supposedly owe. This is exactly why I hate school. I should have just gone to Beauty school and said "fuck higher education". I should have learned a damn trade or become a caterer.
Nope, I wanna waist my life giving all my hard earned money to Maryland U. Its too late to back out of this damn degree now. I have lost years of evening sitting in classes watching assholes lecture. I have put countless miles on my vehicle going to and from campus and circling parking lots looking for free parking, or paying for parking. No, I have wasted countless precious hours doing shit I hate for this fucking degree and damn it I will have it. If only to set it a blaze in defiance of all the time effort and money it has cost me.
I will fight it out with the financial aid fucks on campus, but I will finish this damn piece of shit degree if it kills me. I want my fucking life back.
Monday, June 26, 2006
T.U.F 3 ended Saturday night and it was an excellent show.
5 fights and the main event was the least exciting.
Unfortunately I missed watching it on Saturday night since I was busy steaming crabs and having fun with the boyfriend and his family. We were exhausted by the time we got home so I had to catch the action the next morning. Judging by the UFC website I must have fast forwarded through a fight, because they mentioned Ross and Rory and I didn’t see any parts of that.
First up were Keith Jardine and Wilson Gouveia which was a really decent fight.
I figured Jardine was outmatched the way Gouveia practically ran the first two rounds, but then Keith got his shit together and mangled Wilson the last round, which IMO clenched the win for him. Judges agreed too, 29-28 Jardine from each of the three judges.
That was by far one of the best fights I have ever seen, and neither of them was willing to go down. Including Grove, who was slammed on his head and neck repeatedly by Ed who was trying to break a tight Triangle Hold. At the end Ed looked like he was in difficulty too, when Kendall had him in a vicious rear naked choke. Ed held out for what seemed like an eternity, holding his breath and turning an alarming shade of red, refusing to tap. I think he would have let Kendall kill him rather than tap. In the end the decision had all 3 judges giving Kendall the fight, but in a stunning turn of events Dana White awarded them both contracts. I actually cheered out loud, because they both deserved it. It was the damn closest fight I have ever seen.
Then there was the Mike Bisping Josh Haynes light heavyweight fight. I don’t have much to say about this, not really. I kinda feel like Josh has been outmatched by most of the dudes on the show, and he damn sure didn’t have a prayer in hell of beating Bisping. The announcers kept on yammering about how much heart Josh showed, but I never really saw him do anything to strike back, except throw that wild errant head-down windmill. Most of the fight it was him trying to fend off the attacks from Bisping. Big John finally stopped the fight when it was clear Josh was getting his ass whipped. Surprise, he didn’t beat Bisping. Yawn, stretch lets keep it moving.
Next I watched the Main Snore...I mean Event.
Kenny Florian laid the smack down on Sam Stout in a mind twisting 46 second in the first round. It was over so fast I didn’t enjoy it.
That fight ended so fast that I looked up and Matt the deaf guy and Jesse who got his ass beat by Josh two weeks ago are in the ring slugging it out. Matt easily beat Jesse like everyone else seems to, and that was that.
Matt who I give props for being a great wrestler would have worked my nerves as much as he worked Bisping’s. I really wanted to see those two go at it, but something tells me I have to wait a while longer. So there ya have it folks, your T.U.F. Champions!
Friday, June 23, 2006
Check it out for yourself on Hear Music First on VH1. The whole album is available for a good listen, but I already bought my copy from iTunes. So, highly reccomended for summer, so girl put your records on, tell me your favorite song, you go ahead...let your hair down.
Thursday, June 22, 2006
1. Plucked my eyebrows - It was an emergency! I looked like Wolfman Jack!
2. Listen to the unsensored Hip-hop Yahoo station and sing along.
3. Take off my toenail polish - Okay that was an emergency too, I didnt have time to fix it before I left the house. (I also repolished them just now)
4. Pop gum or my knuckles or both at the same time.
5. Lotion my feet with a big ass jar of beauty supply store lotion.
Yes I know I suck. So name your 5, I dare you.
Took me a minute, but never mind all that, lets get to it!
There are a few couples on this show that amaze me, and other that I am just not quite sure what the hell is going on.
First up last night was Martha and Travis, who last week did a very convincing broadway dance to "Steam Heat". I loved the performance but her suspenders/shorts/jog bra w/sequins outfit was a horrible distraction!! Travis on the other hand looked great, but damn why they gotta set the sista up like that? This week they did a crumping routine to probably the wackest song they could find Ja Rule's "Clap Back". This was a perfect opportunity for me to see someone work the hell out of E-40's "Tell Me When to Go" but no, they chose that lil rat boy's song. BTW has anyone seen or heard from Ja Rule? That midget is missing in action, NOT that I want him back or anything, I just think its fishy when you have all this beef and then dissapear. I bet he is locked up in 50's basement. Anyway, Travis worked the hell out of that song, while Martha just kinda did her best to keep up. It was a good performance IMO, one of the best of the night, but I already see who the star in this combo is, and it aint Martha.
Next up were Jessica and Jaymz (who's name irritates me).
They did the foxtrot to "Why Dont You Do Right". It looked okay to me, but it wasnt any big damn deal.
Third up were Allison and Ivan, who did an off-beat hip-hop dance to Busta's "Touch It".
Next, were Joy and Dimitri who were supposed to be doing a Samba, but let me tell ya, Dimitri spent the routine flinging Joy around, and Joy is NO Stacy Keebler when it comes to the Samba. That lil girls legs didnt even look like they were moving. Plus, she had that frozen deer in headlights look on her face the whole time. Needless to say the judges ate her alive.
Now, best performance of the night as far as I was concerned belonged to Natalie and Musa. They worked the hell out of Goapele's "Closer" with a contemporary number. Now I hate contemporary/lyrical, cause I feel like its just crackhead-dance. You neither need rhythm nor timing to make this dance work, and I just cant get that to make sense in my head. Despite the fact that I dont consider it dance, these two just had amazing chemistry, and Musa who is a hip-hop dancer, made that shit look easy. I was impressed, but I also like the song so that might have colored my opinion a bit.
Then there was Brian and Heidi the crypt keeper. How old is this bitch? She looks 45 in the face. Its terrible. I mean is it sun damage, cause if so I am never going outside again!
These two did a pop routine to Walkaway by Kelly Clarkson. No Comment
Next, lil Ashley and Ben did American Jive to Great Balls of Fire. I found it entertaining, and I thought they did well for two dancers who dont really mess with that style. They are cute and fun to watch anyway. The asscrack judge who's name I always forget, the one who's the shorter, younger hip-hop version of Randy Jackson. He didnt like it at all but hey, I never like what he wears so we are even.
Aleksandra and Jason did Old School hip-hop to The Wrath of Kane by Big Daddy Kane. Hated it!
Finally it was time for the last act...this show was two emm effing hours last night!
Donyelle and Benji did the cha-cha to some song I didnt know, but it got the most applause and it was straight fire if you ask me. Some of these kids are pretty talented.
Okay thats my recap, Enjoy your day!
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Franco is still seeing Alicia (Susan Sarandon) and feeling weird about it cause she is so much older and his daughter loves her. Sean finally came clean to Tommy about seeing his sister Maggie, even though Tommy already knew. Lou is still all fucked up about his wife leaving him and the hooker/porn star taking him for all his cash, so he tries to end it all on the third rail of a subway, except a homeless man gets in the way trying to kill himself first. Lou finally tells Tommy whats been going on and moves in.
Probie who last week had his head on his roommates shoulder as the show went off, was this week getting a blowjob from the roommate while watching the damn hockey game!! That confirmed it for me, but wait! They actually argue about the fact that neither of them are ghey cause its "just blowjobs" Um, where I come from, when you are a male with another males dick in your mouth thats ghey. Anyway, fistfight ensues cause Probie though perfectly fine with receiving, is not down with giving, which he asserts makes him "less homo" than roommate dude. Whatever yall just stop already, yall are ghey.
Janet calls Tommy for a sit down meeting so they can divide up all the marital assets, Maggie calls on the back of Janet's call to say that she is screwing Sean but doesnt love him, Sheila calls to instruct Tommy to go to the sperm bank so they can produce a male aire for Tommy's dad now that Connor died. Why these two dont just have sex is beyond me, they were doing it all last season, and now its a problem? Mrs. Turberdy calls on the back of Sheila's call to say that she needs Tommy to come over and give her some or she is calling his nephew to handle the job.
See, I dont like this Teacher/Student(nephew)/Tommy storyline. I dont find remotely interesting but apparantly this is every man's dream and what the fuck ever.
So Tommy goes to see the teacher tramp, then goes to the sperm bank and cant manage to produce enough so he has to come back the next day. Which he does and proceeds to drop the cup at the crucial moment. Desk dude askes him to come back the next day and produce more, this time without the dust and dirt from the floor. Somewhere in this, Tommy at the end goes to see Janet to hash out the divorce crap. O'Reily is at some bar a half hours drive away, per their agreement, and leaves once Tommy gets to the house.
In classic Tommy and Janet fashion, they fight and then wind up screwing on the couch just before O'Reily gets there. Of course he doesnt catch them though, Janet's changes her top and Tommy is long gone. Un-fuckin-believable! This show gets wilder each time I watch it.
Anyway, next weeks previews show Teacher Tramp in handcuffs, and something about her giving the 3 students she was screwing Chlamydia. Next frame you see Tommy itching which means Janet's gotta have it and will give it to O'Reily who will eventually find out that Tommy screwed Janet. Clusterfuck and new rib breaking beatdown ensues I am sure.
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
I am particularly dismayed at the state of hip-hop in general. The shit that passes for music these days is just astounding. Now, don't get me wrong I am a rap head. I like it now, and I liked it then. I however don't like stupid shit, rap or otherwise. Laffy Taffy...wtf? Good Googly Moogly...Are you fucking serious? This shit I can not get with, and I have been known to bounce to some pretty ignorant shit. I blame this candy and nursery rhyme phenomenon on Nelly. Him and his Down Down Baby hand clap bullshit and Speedy Gonzales rapping have just fucked the game all up. Suddenly everyone can just run around singing about any damn thing.
Speaking of Nelly, yesterday themakeupgirl and I were discussing Janet's new single "Call Me" with none other than the prince of nursery rhyme rap. We agreed that this cut sucks the high hard one. What the hell is Janet doing singing this 22 year old bullshit anyway? The track is weak, Nelly is weak, and JD! Can we just talk about JD for a minute??? Jermaine -we represent the lollipop guild- Dupri. Tell me how you gonna set your girl up like that? I mean you manage to pull off the comeback of the century for Mariah Carey and yet you cant fashion a decent first single for your damn girlfriend?? Makeupgirl suggested that perhaps he signed a contract that he would save all his dope beats for Mariah. Otherwise, there is just no good explanation for this shit.
This is the same crosseyed midget who brought us So So Def Allstars "My Boo" and Chris Cross "Jump", "Money Aint A Thing" with Jay-Z, and "Welcome to Atlanta" with Luda among other songs. We know he can produce good music, and thats why I am so confused! All he can muster for the woman who still decided to date his crappy ass after the IRS came an took all his shit was this crap crap crap ass "Call Me" single with Nelly! Shit even Beyonce got Slim Thug and Bun B!! Nelly's last hit was "Tip Drill" and trust me, no one was interested in the lyrics to that song, just the video.
I mean we all know that Janet is no Mariah, and frankly I dont have Janet doing any serious soulful music, but shit if you are the reigning queen of pop music (cause Britney fell off faster than a billy goat down an Applilachian trail) the act like it. Be on some "I lost 70lbs and my new shit is tighter than Rhythm Nation, Janet, Velvet Rope, All 4 U, and Damita Jo, so fuck you very much and have a great day" shit. Don't come wack! I mean, if the midget cant touch the pedals in the Bentley, then you wouldn't let him drive would you? He is obviously not touching the pedals on this one, so don't let that fool drive your career! I mean, I side with who I fuck, but he isn't in charge of a multi-million dollar career and record deal either. Come on, what good is all that weightloss and photoshop if you wind up sitting next to Christina Milian and Tweet wondering what the fuck happened?
Beyonce is sitting somewhere right now counting her cash while Jay holds her purse, thinking to herself "Thank god, for Mr. Def Jam and The Master Cleanse". Speaking of Bey, I hear she didn't get good feedback on her new single with Hov either, but chances are it wont matter when her album drops. Its supposed to come out on her 6th 25th birthday later this summer, just in time to beat Janet out of the gates. Bet you no one wack like Nelly is going to be on her damn album. Mr. Def Jam aint having his woman look all crazy singing mother goose rhymes, believe that!
Alright, that's it, later!
Friday, June 16, 2006
Caddilac, BlackJack baby meet me out back
Get down, turn around go to town Boot Scootin Boogie
- Ahhh, you just ever had a morning where shit turned out right? I woke up before the alarm which is mindblowing.
- I was out the door exactly at 7:30 and I dropped off my son's PSP charger to him, went to the grocery store, had breakfast with the King, and still made it to work by 8:30.
- Hogmaw's is in a good mood
- I saw myself in a skinny mirror...dont you just love those???
- The boyfriend called to ask me which cruise I would like to take next year.
- Happy go lucky 90's Country music is playing on Yahoo radio
Life is so extra nice sometimes. Okay, lets get down to business.
First, I am not going to talk about Shittney Spears. If you want the bomb recap of the trainwreck she staged on dateline read Melissa's page. I cant even get into it with that level of detail. Her shit is clear, consice and funny as fuck.
I been feeling like death lately so I have chosen not to update with any type of consistancy. No one wants to hear about my health issues anyway. First up is Rescue Me.
I missed talking about the most graphic and believable asswhippin I have ever witnessed in TV history last week and for that I apologize. For those who didnt see it, Tommy finds out that Janet's been giving the goods to O'Reily (Johnny Gavin) at his fathers 50-11th birthday party. Apparantly Tommy dropped the napkin and these two are playing squeeze the knee under the table. Kids all close, grandad like 2 feet away. Damn, yall just couldnt wait could you? So Tommy catches the hand holding and proceeds to dive across the table for O'Reily's throat. From there it turns into a UFC fight with Tommy using every elbow and ground and pound tactic his Irish streetfightin ass can think of. Janet's dumb ass tries to intervene but she gets knocked back.
FFWD - Tommy sends O'Reily through a car window, walks off, Janet stays with dumb ass beat down brother bleeding in the street. This week, Tommy isnt talking about it, and the focus shifts to him and Mrs. Turberdy's (sp) ho ass. I have no love for this storyline. Anyway, long story short Franco is screwing Susan Sarandon, Lou is broke and a pissy drunk on weekends and evenings, and Probie is GHEY! Or at least thats how they made it look. Oh and Tommy knows that Sean is sleeping with his sister Maggie. So much for this week.
Next up SYTYCD...I dont have the energy.
The Ultimate Fighter
I find this show so disturbingly addictive. Its like Real World but you get the pound the crap out of your roommates every week...wait bad example. Its like Tough Enough season 1, but without the women, Hardcore Holly and the back injuries. This was the last show to determine which four would fight it out for on the 24th for the Middleweight and Light Heavyweight titles, oh and for a UFC contract. The first fight between Ed and Rory was not half as entertaining as watching the two of them fuck up each other's gear. Kendall Grove started all that shit by writing Rory is gay all over the house and on his gear. Rory, who I think is a lil slow to begin with, immediately thought it was Ed. Now, the backstory on Rory (hey that rhymed) is that he is just a dirty ass slob. Anytime you have other dudes calling you funky and dirty, you know its a problem. Ed used to room with the slob, but couldnt seem to keep the level of funk from fucking with him, so he first moved in a plant, when that shit didnt work, he moved the fuck out.
Cut to the gym a few days later. Rory apparantly feeling slighted by Ed's decision to move out, makes the incorrect assumption that Ed was fucking with his gear. Corky takes out a magic marker and writes all kinds of 3rd grade BS all over Ed's gear oh and did I mention, he took Ed's glove and wiped his bare stankin ass with it. Ed in turn finds out and decides to piss on Rory's headgear amongst some other juvenile BS. In the end they have a screaming match, and the the actual fight, in which Ed (who previously looked like he just wanted to go the fuck home) commenced to taking Rory all the way down to Chinatown in round two. Tito was lookin mad dissapointed in Rory, and he knew old dude just basically waved the white flag. Pitiful, you discrace Team Ortiz!
Next fight was between the British Brawlers Mike (I whip ya when I wanna) Bisping and Ross (kick a mufugga when he's down) Pointon. I was sorta worried about this one, but that flying knee that shot out of no where and connected with Ross chin was the precursor to a can of jolly ol'e British ass kickin courtesy of "The Count" Done deal! Pack your shit Ross and say hi to the queen for me, cause your ass is going home. Anyway, the fight was off the meter and everyone was happy go lucky at the end! They even promised to have a pint afterwards!
All this shit was the lead up to the much anticipated Shamrock vs. Ortiz fight. I'll discuss that one later.
Well one last thing, this morning in my haste to leave I made the mistake of spilling some shmutz on my pants. So I get one of those new Tide On the Go thingies and 5 mins later the stain is gone and I dont look like a jackass with shmutz on her pants. Seriously, go cop that shit, its mad crucial. Yeah anyway it works.
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
The thing that I hate about dieting is how limiting it is. I have choices, but they are shitty choices, and none of them taste like a burger from 5 Brothers. I can eat grilled chicken with brown rice, or ramen noodles without the seasoning packet, a teaspoon of soy sauce and steamed veggies. I can eat every type of lean cuisine known to man. I can eat cans and cans of tuna in various forms from plain, to mixed with Taboule Salad, or couscous. I can even splurge on a fat piece of salmon to throw on the Foreman, seasoned with Gray Salt and served on a bed of pilaf or pasta. None of these things excite me. I don’t find any of that stuff remotely fun or enjoyable to the palate. This eating light situation is for the birds. Not to mention every time I cook something remotely healthy, my boyfriend looks at me as if I have just presented him with Rat Poison Stew.
He is the monkey wrench in all my weight loss plans because he resists any attempts to eat anything that wont speed his journey to high blood pressure and diabetes. I can’t seem to get him to exercise either. Saturday mornings I wake up ready to run or walk or do something that doesn’t involve watching whatever Tivo recorded while I slept. The boyfriend however seems averse to anything sun or outdoor related. Some mornings its worth dragging him out of bed, others…not so much. That’s why today I have decided to start running again. I just simply can’t count on him as a workout buddy. When we were in Jamaica this spring we went to the resort gym together. I ran nonstop for 30 min on a broken ass treadmill because some asscrack was using the good one to take a leisurely stroll. Thanks jackass, this is Jamaica, go walk on the damn beach and give me my fucking treadmill. The boyfriend lifted weights. Now, I won’t knock weight lifting, but he did zero cardio. Then he tried to say that playing basketball the other night (i.e. throwing up bricks for 10 min) was enough cardio.
Did I mention he is a former Army Drill Sgt? So on the off chance I do get him to come out to the lake he ruins it. This fool LOVES to bark out orders, babbling about 40 lb ruck sacks and 20 mile marches and all kinds of BS. Sure guy, but you were 25, not 32. Stop staring at me calling out your crappy cadence while I take my run around the lake. I don’t need a fitness instructor, I just need someone to shut up and keep up, especially since you are about 40% red meat, and 60% alcohol. I need him to go take a look at that belly he is rocking these days, and how he can’t seem to get his shirts to cover it. Wish me luck people, I hate running and I LOVE Coldstone.
Friday, June 02, 2006
I just know this is going to go over poorly.
Pray for me people
Thursday, June 01, 2006
Today I submit to you for your general entertainment this point to ponder If Avin wears white pants on a random Thursday after Memorial Day of course, and goes out to an Italian restaurant for lunch where the bulk of what is served is oily or tomato based, how long before the fashion disaster occurs? I am pleased to report that as of this moment, I have not destroyed said big white sized 12 pants with extra large ass inside. Yeayyyy for me! Day's not over folks.
I have a few topics to discuss today if I might. First, I was watching the news last night, and they were talking about an airbag theft ring. This story completely disturbed me as I could not get my brain around thieves wanting airbags. Now from what I gather, they are being sold to these bargain basement repair shops for a couple hundred dollars. Then you say "but why do you care Avin?" It’s simple really. I drive the extra shittiest of shitty vehicles. Okay maybe it’s not Ray Cash's Old School Delta 88, but lemme tell ya, my 10 year old Rav4 has seen better days. It still manages to get me from point A to point B, albeit slowly and while leaking oil, but it does the trick. The reason for my concern is this. I live at the corner of ghetto and gang, where I have been robbed on two separate occasions for my head unit. About a year ago I decided that I wasn’t providing anyone else with Kenwood gifts, so I just carried it and didn’t buy a radio.
Cute right? I might as well write OWNED across that picture. I just fuckin flat out refuse to buy a new damn radio. They aint getting me again damn it. For a while I would just listen to my ipod on the way to the metro. Then I quit the job with Hitler and started having to drive out here to west hell. Well I realized that there is a huge difference between listening to an ipod for a 5 min ride and having to listen to it for 45 min in both directions every day. So I broke down and got a radio...
Awww YEEEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH that shit is Fiyah Right??? Don’t hate don’t hate!! Yall aint fresh as I'miz...What you know about that???
Okay I am done trippin, seriously this shit has gotten me a rack of confused ass looks and big loud ass laughs. Folks have offered to buy me a new radio after looking at that thing. The best by far was my best friend Suzanne who got in and said "When did you get Sirus Satellite Radio?" Then she commence to cracking up so hard I almost put her ass out. This shit is demoralizing! So imagine me, no radio, empty dashboard having Avin, comes out her craptacular two bedroom closet for work and my airbags are gone. I mean, can you just feel what type of humiliation would come from that? I would have to just drive that bitch off a bridge. Seriously, am I really gonna replace airbags in a 10 year old bucket that doesn’t even have a radio? I don’t see it. So yeah, I am a touch paranoid about the airbag thieves, SUE ME.
Second topic - So You Think You Can Dance
And folks, don’t take that title so loosely, that shit is real. Most of these asshats (ashburnite's word) only "think" they can dance, cause physically that shit aint happening.
Case in point: Frozen Face Tap Dancer Girl
I will admit she was working the foot portion of the routine, but she looked dead from the neck up. She was just stunned into a botox stare. That shit was crazy, and then she had the nerve to say she was smiling afterwards. Girl you better run back that tape. You were doing no parts of smiling.
Next up: Ghetto Ballet Lorenzo Lamas
Seriously, this dude is exactly why I got involved in psychology. If I had finished that damn degree I could be living in an Estate home off what his delusional brain could yield alone. This clown tells some hokie ass darkness of evil, and how he was in a ballet company story for a full 5 min before he prances out in a black onesie and proceeds to fuck up every ballet move known to man. I’ve seen 4 year old girls that could flip a pirouette on your ass like Baryshnikov and this fool wobbled his corny ass into a grande jet'e that looked like a shaky crackhead hover/dance. I am glad they didn’t go light on his ass. You could hear a collective "WTF" after he was done. Mary and Brian dug in that ass. Sorry Lorenzo, you aint fooling nobody. NEXT!
Next was: Language Barrier Girl
I kinda felt bad for her cause it was clear she didn’t understand how serious *chuckle* this show is. I mean she was just having some fun with a move "this kind of move" and "this kind of move" and "this kind of move" She had "All kind of move" (yall hating) and poor thing. They seriously hurt her feelings. Tears and the whole nine, but I gotta give it to her cause she did sorta carry the fuck outta them with "How high education they have?" I fell out! How high indeed girlie, go ask em cause I kinda wanna know that shit now.
Last but not least was: Sweaty Stripper Girl
Okay how do you not know you are sweating through your leotard? I mean the pit stains were amazing. She needs to go botox that shit or something cause its not cute. I could smell the funk through the TV. All that gyrating with your leotard hike up your chorcha is not cute. She was swinging her arms and head around so much Mary commented that she looked like she was being attacked by a swarm of bees. You are a stripper and not a very good one if you are flinging sweat to and fro like that. Uggh just nassy.
Makeupgirl left me an angry ass message last night which bordered on blind rage about this show. I was too busy laughing to call back, this show is high quality entertainment I shit you not!
Okay so this was long and ridiculous, and I just thought I had a few things to say. I best get back to work. Everyday I'm Hustlin...