Monday, August 30, 2010


So I went to see Takers for its opening weekend. Although I knew the theater would be packed with loud and rowdy middle/high-school aged kids, I braved the crowd so I could be front row and center to see my husband. (The movie was awesome, by the way. I don't want to give away too many details for those that haven't seen it, but I don't understand why they always gotta do my baby like that.) This post was inspired by what I witnessed while waiting in line at the concession stand.

A group of kids were in front of us, and two boys who looked to be about 12 or 13 stood out to me. One of them had what seems to be the mandatory faux-hawk for pre-adolescent boys, and was wearing a plaid shirt, skinny jeans, and whatever the latest sneakers are for that age. The other wore a similar get-up, except he had on a purple t-shirt and shoes to match. After they had gathered all of their snacks, each one sashayed by with more sugar in his step than RuPaul, Miss J, and Andre Leon Talley mixed into one big bowl of glitter-liciousness. Yes, I'm making up words and shit.

For some reason, this disturbed me. Anyone who knows me can attest that I am very liberal and I have no problem with homosexuals. For a long period of time, most of my friends were either gay or bisexual. My problem is when pre-teen boys are playing the role of "queen" before they even understand what it means.

This brings me to my next question: What's going on with their parents? I know when I was 12, I didn't have the money to buy my own clothes, and whenever I did go shopping, my mom was right there with me. Any clothing item I attempted to choose that my mother deemed inappropriate for my age, quickly went right back on the rack I picked it up from. Maybe that's not the case with parents nowadays; maybe they just throw some cash at their kids and send them to the mall. I don't know. What I would like to know is what could be going through a parent's mind, where they would allow their child to dress and act a certain way at such a young age.

I have heard the debate that some people are "born gay." This could be true. I haven't researched it, and I don't claim to be an expert on the topic, so I won't make any arguments for or against that theory. If I were a parent and my eight-year-old told me he/she was gay, I'm not sure what my reaction would be. However, I think no matter what may be going on in a child's life, until the age of eighteen, it's still a child. In my mind, there is nothing okay about a young boy wearing midriff tops and lip gloss, nor is it okay for a little girl to rock a buzz cut and baggy cargo pants in an attempt to look like a "stud."

Now I will turn this question over to everyone else. If you're a parent (and even if you're not; feel free to answer from a hypothetical standpoint), would you allow your pre-teen to dress and/or behave in a manner stereotypical of the opposite sex?

Thursday, August 26, 2010

RIP Baby Girl.

I feel bad for posting this all late, but I still wanted to pay my respects. I can't believe it's been 9 years. Craziness.

I was going to mention the ongoing debate between certain stans regarding "which female R&B star would be more popular than which" if Aaliyah were still alive, but I don't feel like writing no long shit. I will say that I think she was at the peak of her career and I wish we could have seen what she had in store. Maybe it really is true that everything happens for a reason. I also wanted to say that I thought Drake's letter to her was really sweet. You got my eyes watering over here Drizzy, stop it.

RIP Aaliyah

P.S. When is that Aaliyah biopic coming out?

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Really, Soulja Boy?

I can't with these rappers. I knew Soulja Boy was dumb but..........this is just DUMB. Like the ultimate dumb. As several people have said on other blogs, I can think of 2 dozen different girls he could have scooped up to "chill with" in Atlanta that DON'T have a reputation for having a big mouth. This is the equivalent of thinking you can spend some one-on-one time with Kim Kardashian without having it splashed on the cover of every tabloid in existence.

I'm not 100% sold on the whole snorting coke thing, because we didn't actually see him snort it, and I see he is already trying to do damage control via Twitter:

I'm not the religious type, but since we want to bring God into it, I have to go to the scripture on this one. "Abstain from all appearances of evil." I don't know what could be more "evil" than a self-proclaimed prostitute and rumored drug addict.....and you want us to believe that your time spent with her was completely innocent? Okay. I don't judge too much, but Soulja Boy shot himself in the foot with this one. I know his publicist is sitting in a corner somewhere crying. Can you say #prettydumbswag? Peep the video below:

Monday, August 23, 2010

I Be On My Emo Shit.

I feel like I'm in a time warp. That's what my Facebook status says.....yes, I got back on Facebook. Don't ask why; I think it was more out of boredom than anything else. Anyway, back to the time warp thing.

It seems like not much has changed in my life for the past several years. Little things have changed: I got a haircut, moved around a bit, made some new friends, dumped the new friends, but there hasn't been anything MAJOR. Does that make any sense? When I think about it, nothing major has happened in my life period. That's kind of depressing. I feel like something needs to happen soon, or I'm going to lose my mind. I need to have a baby, get married, win the lottery, something. This steady flow of ho-hum everyday life is not cutting it. I hate the fact that I wake up every morning, shower, get dressed, drive 40 minutes to work, fight the urge to gouge my eyeballs out for 8 1/2 hours, drive 40 minutes back home, search for food, go to bed, wake up, and do it all over again. How do people do that shit for 20+ years? I read those articles that say life expectancy for people in my generation is in the 90s. I can't imagine life being like this for the next 70 years. That just can't be right.

I feel like everyone and everything around me is changing, but I'm stuck. I know I'm saying "I feel" and "it seems" a lot in this post, but bear with me. One of my friends graduated, another is pregnant. Maybe that says something about me. I can already hear what some people that I know would say if I told them all this: "You can't look at other people and what they're doing. You have to look at yourself." To those people I would like to say.....fuck off. I'm not in the mood for it today. Even though they are probably right. But how does one go about "changing" their own life? How do you wake up one morning, look at yourself in the mirror and say: "Self, today YOU are going to change YOUR own life!"? The day I do that I may need to have myself committed.

Life feels like one long-ass financial aid line for me right now. I'm always waiting. Just waiting. Waiting for what exactly? I have no idea. Whatever I'm waiting for needs to hurry up and happen already because I don't think I can take it anymore.

Always Gotta Throw Shade.

Okay, for once I'm not just posting a random picture of Michael Ealy because I'm in love. I actually have a point this time. Today while I was bored at work I decided to check my Blogger Dashboard for the 20 millionth time to see what was cracking in the blogger world. Imagine my unadulterated delight when I saw this interview posted on Necole Bitchie's website. Of course I clicked the link quick, fast, and in a hurry so I could see what my hubby and uh, Chris Brown too had to say about the upcoming movie. Since the video was only a couple minutes long, my boredom compelled me to look through all the comments that had been left on the post as well.

Tell me why the VERY FIRST comment says: "I don't even like lightskin brothers but.. LET US PRAY. TOO Too fine!"

*Slams on imaginary brakes, making that ever so poignant "skkkkkrrrrrtttt" sound*

Why? Just.....why? I know it was a black woman. Anyone who wants to come at me about being prejudiced or jumping to conclusions can kiss my ass, because I know it was a black woman. How do I know this? Because black women--and black people in general--are the main ones always hooping and hollering about being discriminated against and/or mistreated because of their weight, their skin color, their nose, their lips, their hair texture, their social/economic background, yet they will turn around and "clown" someone else for the same reasons.

The "I don't like light skinned dudes" comment is one that I've heard far more times than I care to talk about. I have never understood why it seems to be a cardinal sin to be attracted to light skinned black men. It's also contradictory as hell, because every time I've seen a cute light skinned guy at school or at a club, a flock of females is never too far behind him. If they are so undesirable, why all the groupies? If one doesn't like light skinned brothers, why is one making an "exception" for the likes of Chris Brown and Michael Ealy?

What's even worse about comments like the ones mentioned above, is that the women who make the comments are the same ones who would be ready to fight a nigga if he said, "Yo, I don't usually like dark-skinned chicks, but you bad." How can you get mad though? Isn't that the EXACT same thing? Why is it suddenly a problem when derogatory comments are made about people that have a darker complexion? Why is it only okay to give under-handed compliments to someone if they are light-skinned?

Not to mention, with all the drama about black women not being able to find a "good man," are we really going to be that picky when it comes to choosing someone? Just a few days ago, my brother was taunting me because whenever I'm crushing on a guy, he always happens to be light skinned. I don't know why that is....I have always just had a "thing" for them. However, I can honestly say that I have NEVER, EVER rejected/snubbed a guy because he was of a certain skin tone. As picky as I am, I am willing to compromise my preference of certain physical qualities more than I am on personality and/or intelligence. I'll take an intelligent dark-skinned brother who can hold a conversation, over a Michael Ealy look-alike that can't spell, any day. I know y'all don't believe me, but it's cool. I hear too many women making up bullshit reasons for why they won't entertain certain guys and it's ridiculous. I'm not saying every black woman should take the first man that comes her way, but why is it a deal breaker if he's a certain height, or skin color, or tucks his shirt in instead of letting it hang?

Maybe it's just me.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

The Good Ol' Days.

I was just complaining that nothing has happened lately for me to rant about, therefore giving me nothing to write about. I was bored with writing about co-workers, and the influx of celebrity fuckery has been fairly slow as of late. Just when I thought I was about to have another brain freeze, I decided to watch "The Great Debaters." This would be my first time watching the movie, even though I had been wanting to see it forever, but never got a chance to.

It was a great movie if I do say so. It also triggered me to think about the state of historically black colleges back in the 1930s, as opposed to historically black colleges of today. I suppose I should put a disclaimer somewhere before I get started. I'm not trying to come at anyone sideways who has attended or graduated from an HBCU. I am simply going to give my opinion based on my experiences and observations at the HBCU I attended.

When I made the decision to attend Clark Atlanta University back in 2008, I could not have been happier. I told anyone who would listen about my grand plans to move to the "A." I couldn't wait to be in what has been called the "Black Mecca," and network with intellectual, upwardly mobile black people that valued education and wanted to make something of themselves. I had heard some naysayers give their opinion that a degree from an HBCU would not be taken "seriously" in the real world, but I strongly disagreed. In my opinion, HBCUs were the foundation that higher education for African-Americans had been built on, and they would surely be of the same quality--if not better--that they were during the Jim Crow era.

Imagine my surprise--and disappointment--when I got to my "dream" school and realized that everything I had expected was exactly that....a dream. Within the first couple weeks of my matriculation, I was sick to my stomach because I felt like I had made the worst decision ever. I went to orientation events that included watching my fellow coeds backing that ass up on one another. The majority of girls that I spoke to seemed less interested in exploring academic options, and more interested in hitting up Lenox Mall and "talking" to as many guys on campus, and at the neighboring campus of Morehouse, as they possibly could.

As classes began, I noticed even more so how uninvolved a lot of the students seemed to be when it came to finishing class assignments or even coming to class at all. I had some classmates who rarely showed up to class unless it was exam day, and many others moaned and groaned when instructors assigned 5-page papers. The actual exams that we took were beyond easy, and in one class, so many people neglected to buy the required textbook that my professor simply made photocopies of everything that we needed to read and handed them out. Needless to say, I was pissed that I was taking the effort, and spending the money, to do what I thought was required of everyone.

Towards the end of my first semester, I had dealt with so much bullshit with the school, and bullshit in Atlanta in general, that I knew I couldn't stay at CAU. I contemplated going to Georgia State, and also SCAD-Atlanta, which is where I had originally planned to go before I found out that CAU had a Fashion program. Unfortunately, SCAD was even more expensive than CAU so that was a no-go. I went home for Christmas break and took that time to think about what I wanted to do the next semester. I hesitantly decided to go back to CAU the following spring, and although I made the effort to change my attitude about the situation I had put myself in, the atmosphere hadn't changed at all. People still hung out on the campus Promenade more than they went to class, and still sent exam answers via text message rather than studying for the exam. This was the same semester that CAU decided to make faculty cuts, and one of my classes was canceled without any prior notice to the students.

I had had enough, and by the end of my second semester, I came to the conclusion that CAU just wasn't for me. I am the type of person that gets very bored when I'm not being challenged, and being at CAU was not challenging at all. It made no sense to me that I could go without reading any of the required textbooks in my classes and still get A's. My mother advised me that I should just stay there, get straight A's, get my degree, and get out. Being my stubborn self, I couldn't bring myself to do it. In my mind, if I didn't feel like I earned that degree, it didn't mean shit. I wouldn't even be able to take myself seriously, so how could I expect a potential employer to take me seriously when going in for a job interview? I began to understand what people meant when they said that degrees from HBCUs did not carry the same weight as degrees from other institutions of higher learning. Although I understood it, it pissed me off. What happened to the historically black colleges of decades past? Where were the W.E.B. DuBoises, the Langston Hughes, the Thurgood Marshalls? Where was this damn Black Mecca that I had heard so much about? Why were my peers less concerned about getting a quality education, and more concerned about wearing the latest pair of True Religions, and comparing who could do the best "dougie" moves?

"The Great Debaters" is an example of the historically black college that I envisioned before embarking on my journey to Atlanta. That was the time when professors mentally stimulated their students, rather than giving them a grade just so they would not have to take the same class twice. That was the time when education was truly valued, because they actually had to fight for it. It saddens me that the value placed on higher education for black people seems to have been lost on a lot of people in my generation. I don't want to say that I have completely lost faith in historically black colleges, but I can say that I look at it from a very different light than I did several years ago.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Tweet Me Baby.

I know.....mad corny. #dontjudgeme

Aaah, I'm doing it already! Yes, I broke down and made a damn Twitter. Only because I promised myself that I would go full force with promoting the fashion blog. With that said.....follow me bitches!

Guilty Pleasure.

Maybe it's because I am reserved and quiet 95% of the time, or maybe it's because I have never physically been in a fight with another woman, but I have been a fan of the "Bad Girls Club" for the past several years. I get some sort of morbid pleasure out of living vicariously through the 7 bad girls as they unapologetically drink themselves into oblivion, swim topless in the pool, and fight each other because someone drank their roommate's juice. Ever since Tanisha dared her unsuspecting roommates to "pop off," I haven't been able to stay away from the Oxygen channel's naughtiest show.

However, one thing that never adds up to me about this "reality" show, much like others, is that the reality factor seems to have been completely eliminated from the equation. Back when "Bad Girls Club" first made its debut, the girls featured on the show looked like normal everyday people that you would chill with on the weekends.....well, maybe not chill with because they always got into bar fights, but you get the idea. As the seasons have progressed, I notice that the normal girls have been replaced by video vixen wannabes with fake tans, implants, and too much makeup, who take it upon themselves to divide the house between the "pretty girls" and the "ugly girls."

Another thing that strikes me as being a little off: do girls REALLY get into that many fights EVERY SINGLE TIME they go out? I've gone out with my friends to the club many times and never had an altercation with another group of girls. Now that I think about it, there was a roommate I had in Florida who seemed like the type to get into fights over bullshit when we went out. I promptly stopped going to the club with her though. Some have speculated that random girls start shit simply because they want to get their 15 seconds of blurry-faced fame, but what I want to know is how do they know what show is being filmed? For all they know, the camera crew could be filming "For the Love of Ray-J: Season 3." Knowing some of the loud-mouthed girls on the show, they probably tell everyone in the club that they are part of BGC, but then how can they be surprised when they are targeted because of it? Whatever. I'm convinced that the club fights are staged to add to the "bad" factor of being a "bad girl."

In spite of some of the discrepancies, there has to be a reason why BGC is the most-watched show on the Oxygen channel. What that reason is exactly? I don't know, but as always, I like to give my take on it anyway. As I stated earlier, I want to unleash my inner bad girl sometimes, and I think a lot of women do as well. Who hasn't wanted to sucker punch a stupid co-worker, or throw a drink on that douche bag at the club for thinking it was okay to grab your ass as you walked by? I know I have, but if you try that shit in real life, you'll usually end up unemployed and/or in jail. In the BGC world, that type of behavior seems to not only be allowed, but encouraged. It is one of the few reality shows that has no goal to achieve by season's end. There are no prestigious job offers, no final rose ceremonies, no heartfelt therapy sessions with Dr. Drew. The girls simply indulge in an endless supply of liquor, party at the hottest clubs, hook up with random boys, and slap each other around until the show producers allow them to vote off whomever is the least popular one in the household. It's one of those things that's so bad, it's good.

Does BGC have any substance or moral fiber in its hour of air time every week? No. Will I be tuning in every week to witness the lack of substance and morality? Hell yes.

Saturday, August 14, 2010


.........I was in the middle of composing a good-ass complex blog post with lots of pictures and everything....when a thunderstorm started. Then the power cut off. I thought it would be saved, but I only see the letter "I" in my blog post when I checked it from my phone. I'm almost close to tears right now. :(

Friday, August 13, 2010


.........I found time to start up the new fashion blog. I'm still playing around with the layout and whatnot, but here's the link if you want to take a peek.

As always, follows/comments/suggestions are welcome! :)

P.S. I'm contemplating making a Twitter account for the fashion blog as well. Good idea?

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

There Are 3 People in the World That Make Me Wonder Why God Made Them.........

....................R. Kelly, Kat Stacks, and now, Montana Fishburne. I know, everyone's talked about her plenty, but I have to give my two cents. As we all know, the offspring of Laurence Fishburne has decided to show off her acting chops by starring in her own porn video, a la Kim Kardashian. I never thought there would be a day that anyone would look to Kim Kardashian as a role model, but as many would say, these are the last days.

As if that weren't ridiculous enough, she is riding this wave of infamy for as long as she can. I saw this interview over at where Montana drops more golden nuggets of knowledge to whomever it is that she thinks is taking her seriously. Among other things, she is asked for "advice" that she would give to young women that look to prostitution as a means of income, and she states that she does not condone prostitution, but she does support women like herself who love their bodies and "are not ashamed."

Let me pause right there. I don't think I can ever express how annoying/pompous I think it is when women try to mask their skanky-ness as sexual freedom. You mean to tell me that in order for women to prove that they're not ashamed of their bodies, they have to do porn? What is the world coming to? Why do you need to exploit yourself to prove that you're free-spirited? Can't you just walk around your house naked if you want to be comfortable with your body? I really shouldn't even be mad about that statement though, since she's obviously lying through her teeth. She has clearly made it known that she's in this for the fame.....but now she's attributing her decision to do porn to her "free spirit." Girl, stop.

The other thing that would almost be laughable about this if it weren't so sad, is that she seriously is using Kim Kardashian as the prototype on how to become a well-known actress. Yes, because KK has been in so many critically acclaimed films since that tape with Ray-J. Everyone knows that Kim is the exception to the rule, not the rule itself. Everyone except Montana, that is. Never mind that minor little detail that her dad probably has more connections in Hollywood than Kim Kardashian will ever have. Oh no, that's not important at all.

I always say that I would like to get into the minds of people like Montana just to figure out what their thought process is exactly. At what point in life does one say to themselves, "Self, you know what you should do? Since your dad is an A-list actor and can get you a starring role in any movie you choose, you should come out with a sex tape! But wait! You know what would be even better?! You should announce to the world that you're doing it because you're such a huge fan of Kim Kardashian!"

The disturbing thing is, I have a sinking feeling that this could lead to lots of girls "releasing" sex tapes as if they are music videos........

My 100th Post!

Nothing really special that I wanted to say in particular. 100 is usually significant, but I have nothing significant to say at the moment. I'm surprised I got up to 100 posts so fast, considering that I only posted like once a month when I first started my blog. Hopefully I can keep it up, since I got the "innanet" again. :)

Friday, August 6, 2010



God, why is this man so gorgeous? He just.....ugh. If anyone can figure out a way to clone him and send him to St. Louis, I would be ever so grateful. This photo was taken at the LA premiere of "Takers" and if I had known about the event, I would have been trying to get a plane ticket to be there. Oh well. Trust I will be front and center when "Takers" comes out in theaters August 27th.

Hoodrat Quote of the Day.

I'll stop after this, I promise.

At my job, they have chat rooms set up for us to ask the floor support team questions when we need help troubleshooting a customer's phone. In the short time I've been there, some of our supervisors have threatened several times to shut down the chat rooms because people are having "unprofessional" conversations within the chat. Another tidbit of information to help everyone understand this story is that there was an incentive program for our training class to have perfect attendance. Anyone who came to work on time for 30 days straight would receive a $100 gift card.

Yesterday I'm sitting at my computer when one of the hoodrats from my training class sends out this question to everyone in the chat room:

"Can i use my vip gift card at taco bell"


P.S. Tell me why nobody responded to her.

Labels That Hoodrats Love.

Lately, I have been inspired by hoodrats. God help me, but they give me something to blog about. This one came to me after hearing a hoodrat at work brag about the leopard Betsey Johnson handbag she received as a birthday gift, and how it was normally more than $60, but her friend got it for $22 at TJ Maxx.
Can I be blunt and say that I find this bag absolutely hideous? I don't know, maybe it's just me, but I was done with all that flashy shit back in the 7th grade. I can't even take my old Dooney & Bourke bag out anymore because I can't stand those rainbow colored "DBs" splashed all over it. It made me think though. I believe there are two types of people when it comes to wearing designer clothes and/or carrying designer bags: there are people that wear the labels, and there are people that let the labels wear them. Hoodrats are the people that let the labels wear them. They will wear the most God-awful dress and if anyone dares to criticize it, they retort with, "Giiiiirl, what you talkin' 'bout? 'Dis Gucci!" Damn, it hurt my soul to type like that. Anyway, somehow they think that simply being able to name who made the dress is justification enough for subjecting the world to their bad sense of style. This seems to have been going on for as long as I can remember. Back in the '90s, FUBU, Baby Phat, and Sean John were the "in" labels. I'm saddened to say that even I owned a FUBU jacket and a pair of denim FUBU overalls. Just for fun, I've decided to highlight a few modern-day labels that are all the rage in Hoodville.

Louis Vuitton

I don't know if it had anything to do with Kanye West and his proclamation of being the "Louis Vuitton Don," but I'm sure most would agree that it is a hard feat to find a girl (or even a guy) that isn't carrying a wallet, purse, or wearing a backpack with the "LV" logo stamped on it in all of its hoodrat glory. The standard monogram handbags appear to have been replaced by the Louis Vuitton Damier bags, and it's not uncommon for me to see at least 2-3 hood chicks at work walking by with the handles of an LV Damier handbag dangling from their wrists just so. I suppose it's meant to let everyone know they "got it like that." I already know how much you make, no need for all that.


Maybe there's just something about designers that make products with the label's initials garishly adorning them, because Gucci is another one that can be seen on hoodrats nationwide. Don't even get me started on those loathsome Gucci sneakers that guys and girls alike can be seen sporting in the club. Sneakers in the club ar
e NEVER okay, I don't care if Jesus Himself designed them.


I'll try to be nice on this one, because my mom owns a Coach bag, and I bought a Coach wristlet once upon a time....although I never carried it. In my defense, it didn't even have the trademark "C's" on it; it was a simple tan leather wristlet. I think I just bought it because there was a good sale at the Coach outlet store. Back to the topic at hand. The multi-colored Coach handbags that I see some girls carry give me a migraine, and it gets even worse when the purse is paired with--you guessed it--a pair of Coach sneakers.

Creative Recreations

I won't lie; when I first moved to Atlanta, I would have sold my soul for a pair of Creative Recs. It seemed like everyone had at least 3 pairs of them. I wanted the ones with pink and gold in them. Fortunately (or unfortunately, so I thought at the time) I was too broke to afford a pair, and by the time I did have $100 to blow on them, I had to ask myself, "Self....what were you THINKING?" Blame it on peer pressure.

On the flip side, when I think of people who wear the labels, the best example in my opinion is Kimmy of the Strawberry Stiletto blog. I looked at every page on her blog, that's how awesome her style was to me (I also love the name of her blog for some reason). Even though she wears a lot of designer brands and carries a lot of designer bags, I could tell she still has her own style, rather than letting the logos define her. She rocks her labels the way I think I would if I had money to blow on designer threads.

I know this was a long one, but I'm done ranting now.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

My Bitch.

Just wanted to post this photo of the awesomeness. That is all.

Fashion Blog?

I'm not sure if I told the story of how I began blogging. If I did, I apologize, but here it goes again. I was first introduced to the blogging world when I began my short matriculation at CAU. Some fashion students decided to get together and blog about styles and trends relevant to CAU and Atlanta in general. The blog project fell through faster than Christina Milian and The Dream's marriage (sorry I couldn't resist), but I had already been bitten by the blogging bug so a friend and I started our own blog.

Then that friendship ended, and so did the blog. By now, I was a little burned out from all the drama and I mostly just read blogs from time to time. I decided to get back into it last year, but this blog has mainly consisted of my gripes and issues with life. I post random pics of shoes that I want every now and then, but it's not as fashion-oriented as my other blogging endeavors were.

Which brings me to my current dilemma. I know that my dream career is to be an editor/journalist/publicist/stylist/something in the fashion world. Whenever I do my research on how to "break into" the industry, the most important thing after snagging an internship is showing your writing skills and views on fashion, i.e. a fashion blog. I'm thinking of starting a separate blog from this one that is "all fashion everything." Only problem's hard enough keeping up with THIS blog; how am I going to juggle having two?

As always, suggestions/comments are welcome!

Sunday, August 1, 2010

If They Like It, I Love It.

So I'm pretty sure I saw a couple on a date at Barnes & Noble the other the children's section. The girl was all dressed up and everything. Now I love me some books, but in the words of my fave blogger Miss Jia, "Where they do that at?"

Apparently in "da Lou," that's where.

P.S. More blogs coming soon. This work schedule has been crazy, and I've been having some technical (read: parental) difficulties, so my Internet access is limited at the moment.