Dessert

I wish it were as easy as a heart shaped cookie...you know, throw a little icing on top and its all perfect. What its really like is mud pie. Awful taste, messy, and thrown together; a dessert children create to think they are cooking. No one really eats it...you just pretend like you will. Well, I think I have ended up with a heaping slice of this bullshit on my plate and I'm not sure how it got here. Now it yearns for me in the hours of morning still classified as night. I felt it pulling at my pants in this morning's night and I rolled over to ignore the request. Requests are denied because my appetite is in turmoil. Eat it? Fast from it? I need to choose. Mud pie can be deceiving because it looks like chocolatey goodness but after you taste...you loose interest because it taste like a counterfeit. It tastes like lies. I think about others I know who have sacrificed taste and opted to settle for any dessert available. No, all desserts do not fit a particular prototype, however, when is it okay to try something new? My favorite desserts have great crusts. There's something about a solid foundation. But,what if I come across a Jello cup? I'd probably pass it by. Jello isn't strong enough and a lot of us get caught up with Jello. Jello is too quick. If you leave Jello out too long, put through trials and tribulations, it'll dissolve. I can't have that. I really want to dump this LA mudpie i've been eating. It'd be nice to have a slice of my DC pie or my Chi-town cobbler. Yeah...that would be much better.

Deelishis, Breakdowns, homecoming wishes, and the sorors

The time I am taking to write the current blog is time I could use to do a host of other things. Considering I almost had a Mariah Carey breakdown today, I think this is my only connection to peace of mind. I'm sooooo glad Deelishis won...hated to see NY hurt and played on national television twice...but more glad that Deelishis won.

Quotes of the show: "Do you know who my daughter's father is? He has money, on top of money, on top of money." --Deelishis

"I don't give of F*** if you're from NY. I'm from Detroit, Bitch!!"

Moving on...

I think I have bitten more than I am able to chew right now. I work full-time, I am enrolled as a full-time grad student, enrolled in LSAT (8-week intensive) prep, and I travel to other cities to interview for Jobs in my spare time. (When is time ever spared?) I don't know why I have this inner drive to do the most...I think I may spend next year doing nothing but work and life. Well, okay...work, life, LSAT, law applications, and maybe a boo. See, there I go again. I need to chill out. If anyone wins a vacation, holla at me pronto.

HOMECOMING 2006 is about to be THE jumpoff for the following reasons:

I miss my girls and we're about to do the DAMN fool in ATL. Homecoming is my excuse to give myself an annual birthday trip to Atlanta and splurge for a weekend. I might actually get a chance to go to Alpha elixir this year (and no, I have never gone). I haven't been to the Pretty/Nasty party either. I have to hit up:

1. Dejavu Party at Earthlink
2. Black Love Party @ 201 Courtland
3. Field of Dreams (755 Turner Field)...I don't mean to jock, but if GP's throwing it...it's gonna crack. (Isn't GP like the P Diddy of the AUC?)
4. Breakfast at Thumbs up Cafe w/ the girls
5. Spa Sydell Friday Afternoon
6. Harlem Bar w/ 505 and extended family for our annual afterhomecoming/weekend in review/catching up before we board our planes drinks
7. Leondra and Kay C (my ATL hair stylists)
8. Tailgate
9. Stepshow


And since we're speaking of stepshows, therefore THE tightest steppers/dynamic women/crimson and cream...

Aren't Deltas the Shit? Not to toot the horn of sisterhood, but my linesisters and sorors have been holding it down lately (well, really since inception). "A Delta is..." those who know can sing the rest. An earthshattering OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-OOP to my sorors!!!

Now...back to teaching the 38th Street Crips how to reeeedd gud (lmao)

flavor of love pt. 2

NY's mother is a tragic black woman and her father is a doormat. From a certain angle, Flav look semi-decent. Maybe i've been watching too long? who knows.

Viewing Guide (Flavor of Love)

this is a live blog. i am watching flavor of love as I type. maybe its just me, but NY has to be the most unattractive canvas hiding under tons of makeup that I have ever seen. Her mother looks like a man. At this point, I'm voting for Deelishis because she seems really down to earth. Yes, Deelishis' parents are ghetto, but they seem like good christian folks. And why does Flav's unattractive self have 1,000 children. He is rolling deep like the tribe of Judah. Crazy is just stupid. She's a watered down chick. Why is NY's mother a hypochondriac? I'm putting my money on Deelishis. But, what are those keloids?

random rants (yom kippur edition)

Flavor of LOVE:
Television is the devil. All I can seem to do on my first day off is anticipate the rerun of last night's episode of Flavor of Love. Now, I'm no friend of "Flav" but the show is interesting. I am amazed by how women can subject themselves to a gremlin grabbing their asses and calling them "deelishus" (or however he spells it). "Crazy" is wack and New York is a H.A.M. I wonder why New York thinks she has one up on everybody. Its going to be really funny when he plays the shit out of her at the season's end. Tsk Tsk...one should never over estimate their importance.


Solange:
I was wondering how long Solange was going to front like she was married. From another blog, I read about her new boo "Weezy F. Baby". Weezy's hot and if anyone could lock it down, surely a Knowles could.

Womp Womp:
Am I old-fashioned because I don't want to discuss sex in my first conversation with a guy? After a long conversation with a prospect, I realized I had to redirect the convo from sexual innuendos more than seven times. Problem one: he called at 12am. Problem two: Within twenty-minutes of conversation he has already asked me what I was wearing. Long story short...we won't be speaking ever again. Negroes are tragic.

Yom Kippur:
What is it? I mean, I know its a Jewish Holiday...but why? What's the big deal? For clarification, I am appreciative of the day off and in efforts to celebrate effectively, I would like to know what people do on Yom Kippur.