Monday, September 24, 2007
***Shawty & Isht***
It was like 3 o'clock in the afternoon and this absolute filth was playing on the Top 40 station like it was Gwen Stefani song. Things went from bad to worse when I realized it was playing on the White Top 40 station because I just cringed at the thought of any Becky or Matt thinking this isht was cool. Even worse, I was thinking of the kids just getting out of school and how accessible this was to them when they just want to tune in to hear the new Ciara song. Then I got to thinking about all the little boys that are discovering/experimenting with sex, and where stuff like this can take it (not to mention the ignorant azz conversations with their fool friends and relatives who could probably write the songs themselves). I was all messed up.
I know this is nothing new. There's always a new song that pushes things a little bit further. But this was just too far for me. And all the young and dumb parents that wouldn't even change the station if it came on? And then there's all the dumb hoes who will hear this crap like its flattering like "That's me! That's me!"
*sigh* I'm getting worked up again, so I'll go sit down somewhere.
But I just had to say something.
Just outrage and shame.
"Shawty"[Intro: Plies]What's Happenin Homie Dis Ya Boy Plies Man Hey Pain Tell 'em Bout Your Shawty Ima Tell Em Bout Mine [Chorus: T-Pain] Even Though I'm Not Your Man, You Not My Girl Ima Call You My (Shawty) Cause I Can't Stand To See You Treated Bad I Beat His Ass For My (Shawty) And We Ain't Did Nothin That We Ain't Supposed To Do Cause You My (Shawty) Babygirl You Know I Be Home, Keep Me On The Ringtone (Shawty) Sing It To Me Girl [Verse 1: Plies] Soon As I Seen Her, Shit Told Her I'd Pay For It Lil Mama The Baddest Thing 'round Here & She Already Know It I Pointed At The Dick & Told Her This Supposed To Be Yours Showed Her A Couple Stacks & Told Her I'd Let Her Blow It The Hottest Nigga In The City Baby You Can't Ignore It I Showed Her I Was A Real Nigga & She Went For It First Time I Caught Her Shit, She Aint Even Know How To Throw It Back Now She An Animal, I Got Her Sex Game Right I Taught Her How To Talk To Me While She Take Pipe & Opened Her Up & Showed Her What A Real Nigga Like I Told Her I Don't Usually Do This, I Don't F**k On The First Night Cause After I Beat Ya Baby I'm Liable To F**k Up Ya Whole Life I Gotta Train Her, Now She Suck Me With Ice I Call Her My Lil Bust It Baby Cause She Keep It Tight Whenever I Tell Her To Bust, Aint Gotta Tell Her Twice Whenever I Wanna Get Off She Know How To Get Me Right [Chorus: T-Pain] Even Though I'm Not Your Man, You Not My Girl Ima Call You My (Shawty) Cause I Can't Stand To See You Treated Bad I Beat His Ass For My [Shawty lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com](Shawty) And We Aint Did Nothin That We Ain't Supposed To Do Cause You My (Shawty) Babygirl You Know I Be Home, Keep Me On The Ringtone (Shawty) Sing It To Me Girl [x2:] Whoa W-W-Whoa Whoa Whoa Whooooa Whoa Whoa Whoa W-W-Whoa Shawtyyyyy [Verse 2: Plies] I Love To Show Her Off, Cause All The Dope Boys Want Her Know Why They Wanna Beat Badly, Look At All That Ass On Her Look How That Pussy Sit Up In Them Shorts, You Gotta Want Her Love When She Act Like She Bo-Legged & Bend The Corner She Proud To Be F**kin Me, Cause I'm Stuntin On 'em It Feel Good To Be F**kin A Real Nigga Don't'uh Aint Called Her In 2 Days, Gotta Let Her Mind Wonder But When She Miss Me, She Call To Tell Me To Jump On Her Thats Why I Don't Mind Breakin Her Off, Cause She Aint With The Drama If You Done Ripped Her Before, You Know How To Cuff Lil Mama You Know She Gotta Be Somethin, Cause I Done Beat Her Under Im Baby Snatchin, I'm Tellin Ya, I Promise I Exposed Her To Real, & Now She Hate Lame Member She Used To Run From Me, Now She Like Pain She Call Me Sometimes Just To Ask Is It Her Thing Ever Since I Ran Up In Shawty She Ain't Been The Same [Chorus: T-Pain] Even Though I'm Not Your Man, You Not My Girl Ima Call You My (Shawty) Cause I Can't Stand To See You Treated Bad I Beat His Ass For My (Shawty) And We Aint Did Nothin That We Ain't Supposed To Do Cause You My (Shawty) Babygirl You Know I Be Home, Keep Me On The Ringtone (Shawty) Sing It To Me Girl [x2:] Whoa W-W-Whoa Whoa Whoa Whooooa Whoa Whoa Whoa W-W-Whoa Shawtyyyyy
Sunday, September 23, 2007
New World Order
#1. Whether you are thick, chunky, big, big-boned, overweight, fat, or obese, (and you don't like it) I have exactly what you need. Even if you have a few vanity pounds you want to shed, you should come to me. Why? Because I'm a genius with an answer. My answer? Bottled food allergies. How cool would it be to say "I'm sorry but I can't eat this. I'm allergic to deserts." and MEAN IT??? How cool would it be to give into your gluttony with hell to pay that goes way beyond guilt or frustration? (Note:The allergic reactions will vary from nausea, vomiting, rashes, and swollen body parts.) Oh yes, you will learn not to eat what your brain thinks and mouth speaks!
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
***The Mighty Mighty O'Jays***
My favorite, #1, can't-get-no-better-than-them Old School band of all time is coming to town next week. Lawd, the Mighty Mighty O'Jays will be here on the 29th and am soooo excited! I love old school music but the O'Jays??? That's just on another level.
***Tales from 'Tasia***
Somebody give this chick a gig cuz she is TOO funny!
Friday, September 14, 2007
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
Shirley "Nana" Johnson!
Honestly, I don't know how old he is but either way, he's one year older as of 9/4/07! (Happy Berfday one mo' gin, Papa Bear!) Today, is my Nana's birthday (Daddy's mom). I learned this year that she passed about two years ago. I know that sounds weird (especially considering she died while I was holding her hand), but I really blanked out time. I couldn't remember if it was hot or cold outside. I couldn't remember what time of the year it was. I really tried to mark that day in time and I just couldn't go from any sensory memory files in the back of my mind.
I loooooooooved my Nana. She had the biggest heart with the fiestiest spirit. I loved that combination! She would give you the shirt off her back but if you fukk around and lose a few books in spades, you will remember it. (I learned my lesson!) Nana was so much FUN to be around! And man could she COOK! I was shocked to learn that she never cooked from a recipe. Never. I remember asking her, "How do you know when it's done?" To which she replied, "Taste it."
While we had that very distinct difference between us, one thing we definitely had in common is that we rarely meet strangers:o) When she moved to Atlanta from North Carolina for her chemo treatments, I would go to those veteran soldier places to play Bingo with her. Naturally, I was the youngest person in there but we had a BALL (and would lose every time, lol)! She'd introduce me to random folks like she'd known them for YEARS. And she had quite the following too, lol. Many people would come up to her and they would talk about their families together with such love and pride. I'd sit there and chuckle to myself cuz I know she probably didn't even know those people's last names. But it didn't matter. She loved them anyway.
I still cry when I think about her for too long.
Part of it is anger. I'm angry because I wanted her to be here to share more of my Life happenings. I'm also angry about how she died. You know, cancer is one ugly disease. The way it can errode a lifeline is just downright disgusting. I don't feel like it was fair but I know it's ridiculous to say that. She was a kind person, so something a little less harsh and a little more comforting:That's the kind of death Nana deserved. Sometimes I feel like God uses certain people's death to make a point. And this one more example that I didn't appreciate. There are plenty of hateful ass people in the world to have what she did. But so be it. It's done.
Most of my tears, however, are because I miss her. I know that all I can do is cry and laugh with the memories I have... and sometimes it's enough.