something abt human nature

noun: the shared psychological attributes of humankind that are assumed to be shared by all human beings

dictionary.com.

'TIL THE END

if you my nigga, you my nigga 'til the end
fuck a bill, fuck a bitch, fuck a benz
let's toast 'til we die
light up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky
la la la

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE DOWNEST BABYGIRL
E V A!
love you, stephy.

perhaps.

the other day a woman told me i look like a little barbie. i thought... why? cause i'm the size of polly pocket? i've never thought that i looked like i even ever owned a barbie. back in my day we had to learn to love ourselves through God and skipper. my black dolls looked more biracial than anything. i never imagined a google search would unearth these righteous women. something about these features made my heart dance. tempted me to become 9 again. and at the time, feel a bit more beautiful.

i found God in myself and I loved her... loved her fiercely.

andre, get debbie in the room.

addiction
i was hopin' you noticed the way that i like to have you around

you're fly
when the freakin' begins, that's the end of the innocence

valentine
i don't have to say you're beautiful

how it was supposed to be
it's like you walked right up out my fantasy


well congrats then, bitch!

good looks on the linkage, eflat.

LOVE ME/HATE ME

SAY WHAT YOU WANT ABOUT ME
BUT ALL OF THE BOYS AND ALL OF THE GIRLS
ARE BEGGIN' TO
IF U SEEK AMY

Better than Christmas!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, YOUR HIGHNESS!!!

from the desk of Daija, Princess of Zamunda:

Pearlie: So a clip of jeezy's video comes on. "My president is black," so I ask my friend what do you think Obama thinks of this video.
Pearlie: Daija answers "I think he'll be embarrassed"
Pearlie: She goes on 2 say. "4 real just becuz he's black and the president is black doesn't mean he has to celebrate so hard
Pearlie: She said she didn't think Obama is comfortable with it.
Pearlie: And that Jeezy "passed the line"
kim: omg
kim: i can't

Did ya miss me?

I DID!!!

Don't worry, babygirls - Sarah ain't goin' nowhere.

AT LAST!

Obama's first bill is a HOMERUN!

BGs walk JPG!

jean paul gaultier's gorrrgeous couture show featured a (sadly) above average number of women of color, and as per us', they killed it!


sessilee lopez


jourdan dunn


chanel iman


eugenia mandzhieva

SMILE

minor setback aside, karl put out a simple and gorgeous couture collection for chanel. i feel like these looks are just perfect for the times. heavy on craftmanship and detail without being extravagant and just downright lovely. karl always knows how to make a babygirl smile, even in the great depression. see the whole collection here.

phenomenal woman

i first fell in love with precious jones my freshman year - contemporary african-american fiction with one r. scott heath. as the voice and protagonist of sapphire's push, the righteous babygirl above (played by gabourey sidibe) cracked me up and broke my heart more than a few times, and i'm tearing up and getting chills just remembering her uniquely eloquent narration. gave it to my mom to read, and in no time she and prec' were besties, too. you know you're dealing with serious literary talent when a novel about a young mother of her father's children can be as funny as it is devastating as it is uplifting. it's a quick read, and you won't regret it. the best part? coming soon(ish?) to an indie theatre near you - starring the likes of mo'nique, mariah and lenny kravitz and directed by monster's ball filmmaker lee daniels. here's a strangely empowering, if tragic, taste:

“I ain’ no white bitch. I understand that now. I am not white bitch. I am not Janet Jackson or Madonna on the inside. I always thought I was someone different on the inside. That I was just fat and black and ugly to people on the OUTSIDE. And if they could see inside me they would see something lovely and not keep laughing at me… But I am not different on the inside. Inside I thought was so beautiful is a black girl too” (Sapphire, p. 125).

what boogie said. squared.

i just called. to say. i love you.

control

the house passed the prez's stimulus bill today, sans a lone repub supporter.

i'll be the paula abdul of politics and just say that nanc looks fabulous!

we lost a good one

one of the most pertinent, perfect quotes in the world, here.

RIP john updike.

let a bitch get promoted!

+

=

the best fuckin' PR that you've seen thus far.

when the FUCK did this happen?!

duh, she was a tad chunk munk, but my beloved kiki is abt 14 months pregnant here!

she owe me a hunnet favors

:incoming call from zamunda:

ma b: hi, i need you to watch your brother from the 11th to the 15th.
boogie: err...ahhh....
ma b: im going to vegas. okthanksloveyoubye.
[call mysteriously disconnects]




at what point do i change my phone number?
Jesus be a dog trainer

facebook is on a roll today

Mike Parker is doing hoodrat things...

about an hour ago.

work rags

(A little Louis)

(a little Chloe)

(and of course a little Chanel)

they say dress for the job you want.

dedicated to all of us dragging our asses to work - black, white or blue - old jobs or new. (Congrats, Le!)

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blogger's little 200 characters won't let me tag this up like i want to:

if i fucking fail.

i've got my MA Dissertation presentation in 6 minutes. came into the library to print out notes and double save the PowerPoint. somehow i'm lingering at the printer with pictures of Omahyra scrolling out ....

captioned:

~Thanks Boogie ... Thanks. ~

Oh heyyyy, Carine

Lara Stone, Paris Vogue, photo per Steven Klein, feb '09. (More via Phyllis.)

Anna would vomit up her hot water with lemon!

apropos of nothing

Somehow W manages to be simultaneously edgier AND more pop-cultural than Vogue.

It's okay to put Brit Brit on the cover if you back it up with some forward-thinking editorial spreads!

leave your hat in the fridge.

climbed into bed with this mixtape at the order of nunez last night. and i dont even know how to download! i usually leave that up to the young whipper snappers...but i figured it out. and im glad i did.

get into:
cpu love
higher 2.0
hum drum town
aqua militia
cold pillow

marg', you absolutely need this for your flight to beijing. i promise.

this charming mixtape.

gratuity incl.

they sit on the couch, looking like the couple in movies that is in bed together. you've seen this couple before: both on their respective laptops. engulfed in their work. he blogs. she blogs. there's silence. your pretty little face shows up on his iPhone. she notices that you're frantic. he hasnt answered ur IMs for the past twenty minutes. she can see his screen. now, "restricted." what a persistent little kitty. and he wants to keep things cool. but she wonders sometimes if he likes it. she thinks you shld probably answer her call. but he doesn't. he doesnt answer, nor does he know that she wldnt care if he did. so they keep working. with the kitty in the room. looking like the couple in movies that is in bed together.

HOT MESS!

i actually just love this crazy babygirl's style!
here's hoping for a truly outrageous ensemble for picking up his oscar!

mo' vio'!

a nominee sandwich! doubt costars amy adams, meryl streep and viola davis celebrate their film's nominations (and meryl's win!) at the screen actors guild awards in los angeles sunday night.


"I liked the contrast against my dark skin ... I wanted to make a bold statement. They usually break me down in films. People think that I'm about sixty years old."

you already know

not that you've not already seen these on numerous other blogs, but here's a sneak peek at kanye's line of sneakers for louis vuitton.

places lauren takes me.

love this babygirl

chloe sevigny.

i die for these 3 - the sisterwives of big love.

la pachanga.

boogie: omg get to facebook
kim jones/porter: if it's 33 of 82
kim jones/porter: i swear
boogie: not that one. i cldnt
kim jones/porter: ::checks inbox::
kim jones/porter: no bitch that is the one
boogie: it is??!!!
boogie: hahahahahaha
boogie: hahahahahahahahahahah

incoming call from boogie

(bits and pieces, in no particular order)

bitch!
bitch! i caaaaan't
la pachanga, bitch, get there
do not let that tooth near your clitoris
never the somalian
this reeks of aids
2009 is the year of death
everybody dies in 2009
as i thought you were the saving grace
with this dress i've seen a thousand times
yea yea we get it, forever 21, fabulous find, 8.50
this hitler mustache i can't
i've always seen him in the dark
hahahaha
as i get kicked out of 67 quincy place
auschwitz ass back
this wonk eye i can't
i hope mel doesn't get a hold of this
is this nigga eating?
a potato with grits growing out of it
this nigga is selling bean pies

where'd my omahrya go?

she my best friend. no te pongas celosa, margariiiiitass.

I'll be the first to admit I'm spoiled rotten/ You need 20 Gs just to take me shoe shopping

marc jacobs, 434.00


maison martin margiela, 645.00


givenchy, 360.95


dior homme, 945.00


opening ceremony, 245.00


rick owens, 945.00


so can someone give me $3,574.95?

an epic story of fathers and sons

i think kenzo digital is onto something. 90s new york rap+black men+slow motion+storytellers+a new perspective=everything i fuckin' love in life.

download it here.

miu miu, you done good

katiegirl lookin' all types of free. does tom know abt this!?

johnny's pissed.

i don't have to be at GU law to know somethin' in the milk ain't clean here. the simmons' sisters are being accused of infrigement by t-designer, johnny cupcakes. the pastry princesses better call uncle russ' attorneys, 'cause this is abt to spoil rotten. kim porter, esq--you be the judge:



read johnny's woes here.
the cut put me on.

"you never know what's comin' for ya"

motifs:

beauty.
fleeting beauty.
profound silence.
simplicity.
death.
the sunset.
love.
rebirth.
innocence.
time.

motifs. i live by and for them. don't blame it on my english degree.

i felt still while watching this movie last night. in that art deco theatre on 2nd avenue. there was a stillness in the air. it was the most intimate theatre i've ever been in. (so intimate that i feel spelling it "theatre" is the only way). the kind where you saw ppl sitting, but cldnt see their seats. like we were all sitting mid-air. i didn't dare look to my right, at my neighbor. she didn't dare look at me. no one had the audacity, the irreverence to acknowledge the sniffles, and the tears of the person behind him, in front of him, next to him. but we were in it together. strangers, who wldnt look the other in the eye. because we knew the grave importance of just. sitting. still.

the things most important about the curious case of benjamin button are the endless acts of taking care. mother of child. lover of lover. old of young. child of mother. nurse of patient. young of old. people of people. no one stays perfect forever. but some things last.

"the film is at its best when it gets you thinking and puts you in a better place. 'it reminds you that you have only so many days and that you should try to make the most of them,' he says. 'and that, from a movie that began 87 years ago and spent a lifetime coming to the screen, is ironic, paradoxical and, much like the film itself, sweetly moving.'" -screenwriter, eric roth timesonline

furthermore, everything about new orleans is good.

turn my pages

200 pgs, 9 x12".
75usd.
pie books.
as seen in rizzoli fall 2008.

uno, dos, tres, cuatro

[you see that black boy over there runnin' scared?
his ol' man in a bottle.
he done quit his 9 to 5, he drink full time
now he's livin' in a bottle.
see that black boy over there runnin' scared?
his ol' man got a problem. and it's a bad one
he done pawned off damn near everything
his ol' woman's weddin' ring for a bottle.
and don't you think it's a crime
when, time after time after time
people in the bottle?
there's people livin' in the bottle.]

[see that sista? sho was fine
before she started drinkin' wine
in a bottle.
she told me her ol' man committed a crime,
he's doin' time,
so now she's hangin in the bottle.
i seen her out there on the avenue, all by herself
sho' need help from the bottle.
i seen her
preacherman tried to help her out,
she cussed him out and hit him in the head with a bottle.
they turn to me, they ask me, 'gil,
now don't you think it's a crime
when time after time after time, people in the bottle?'
there's people sho 'nuff in the bottle.]

blumarine

sickest campaign i've seen in awhile.


you just might catch me in one of these sheaths. in '09.

surprise, surprise

these are men's shoes and i want them.

opening ceremony. 360usd. de noel.

I WAS AFRAID MAYBE Y'ALL FORGOT HOW FUCKING FABULOUS I AM!!!

WE WALK LIKE THIS, CUZ WE CAN BACK IT UP

WE GOT EVERY REASON TO FEEL
LIKE WE THAT BITCH.

does anybody know rick ross in here?

reason #3465 i love this babygirl.



bleezy, try not to pass out.

No Doubt!

Davis at the 2009 Golden Globes


Davis in character on Law & Order: SVU

I haven't yet seen Doubt, the movie for which Viola Davis has been nominated for both a Golden Globe and an Academy Award, but I do know her as the bad-bitch defense attorney on my fave show, SVU. She righteous, and I'm rooting for her!

Are designers sending you gowns to wear? "Lots of clothes. I've been the character actor who's the plain, not attractive girl. It feels good to put some makeup on and feel a little cute."
- Viola Davis [NYMag]

How can you not just love this babygirl?

not quite black hoodie rap

and i'm not sure that skillz is known for his love songs, but i loved everything abt this.

NY's got a new BG!

Rep. Kirsten Gillibrand (D-NY) shares a laugh with her predecessor.


Hillary Rodham Clinton sworn in as U.S. Secretary of State.

With Hillary Clinton now officially ensconced at the State Department - and as the fallout from Caroline Kennedy's withdrawal continues to swirl - NY Gov. David Paterson has selected upstate Congresswoman Kirsten Gillibrand to be New York's next junior Senator.

Welcome, KG!

the baby's been working

benjamin bixby is in stores... but not selling. it's all half off at barney's but the flyest babygirls sure love a sale. i bought diddy the wool bow tie to wear to a ball this weekend.

"this nightlife is running me down, i can't even drag myself up on the pillow."

-the andy warhol diaries, sept. 30, 1977

which one of my blogmates is responsible?

pls. help me out. kim.

fuck all you hoes!

(L to R: amaris, boogie, susie) love.

eflat saves lives.

leeeeeeeeee!

Dear Carter G. Woodson,

we'd just like to thank you for your hard work and dedication in making february black history week and later, black history month. and the election of the first black president makes it even better. also,it's great to see today's young people celebrating the legacy and all.

errr aaaah....

sincerely,

babygirls

and i know...

driving back from arlington/georgetown/inaugural lovefest, we got a hold of hot 97 as soon as we touched the southern tip of new jersey. in and out of a coma in the backseat, my ears perked up at the patois-tinged accent of ms. voletta wallace.

VW: to be honest with you, i felt bad for kim. not that, you know...bad, because christopher did not treat her well. i felt christopher did not love her the way she deserved to be loved. i honestly felt christopher cheated on her. i think christopher lied to her. uh...if you're gonna get married and, you know, you're dating someone or seeing someone, at least sit down and talk to this person. don't just go get married and walk away from someone who really cared for you.


andre: [naturi] was literally jordyne in [notorious]!
boogie: she waaaassssss
boogie: j saw it on bootleg and was like "is that me?!"
andre: maddie thought the same thing...

PUT THE ELECTRONICS DOWN

or end up like me. speed-walking at 60 mph underground at 59th st. bbm'ing with my blackberry in one hand. finding a song on my ipod in the other. in my own world. when BAM!! turnstile pole slam right across the vagina. apparently, you need to swipe a metrocard before entering a train station...

go figure.

overstimulation at its finest

i can't even front. bitch stole my heart.

BREAKING: Caro's out!

After several reports claiming she was the certain appointee to replace Secretary of State Hillary Rodham Clinton's now-vacant New York Senate seat, Caroline Kennedy has suddenly withdrawn herself from consideration for "personal reasons."

Hello!

to commemorate president obama's first full day in office (and largely just because i'm currently obsessed with this song), i dedicate beyoncé's "hello" to the obama family. you had us at "hello" - especially you, sasha!

magical!

JASON WU - welcome to the big time, babygirl!

in the V.I.

a few snapshots of the VIP section of today's inaugural crowd:


[diddy, janice combs and solange knowles]

sol-angel looks gorg'! and janice be always killin' the game.



[beyoncé knowles carter and andre leon talley]

look! here i am at the inauguration with my girl bey!
oh, waiiiit... that's jigga.



[the honorable oprah winfrey]

rumor has it O was bunking in the private residences at the four seasons in georgetown. her inaugural itinerary also included a super-private party with the obamas at blair house sunday night and a monday luncheon she hosted at art and soul, a restaurant owned by winfrey's former chef.

in the post-racial age

can you tell these two men apart?

nbc's brian williams played host for much of the network's coverage of the inauguration today, and in his defense, there is quite a bit of relatively dead airtime to fill with commentary and narration. for almost a minute of live footage showing craig robinson, the first lady's brother, waiting in the family section on the capitol steps, williams spoke about the president's personal aide, reggie love. after the commercial break, williams corrected his mistake.

in the post-racial age, we all look alike!


for the record, the above photo is of robinson, the below of love.

don't do that

sarah silverman and jessica alba at the huffington post's pre-inaugural bash

i've been a fairly big fan of sarah silverman - what with her irreverent humor and the frequent articles about what a cool, down-to-earth babygirl she is - and in one sweeping moment i'm over it. this mess is just rude. let me tell you something, babygirl: you're not too cool for it. you're not above it. and you look just awful.

ALL HAIL

YESSSSSS, babygirl! And that HAAAAT!!!

...and we must change with it.

To the Muslim world, we seek a new way forward, based on mutual interest and mutual respect. To those leaders around the globe who seek to sow conflict, or blame their society's ills on the West — know that your people will judge you on what you can build, not what you destroy. To those who cling to power through corruption and deceit and the silencing of dissent, know that you are on the wrong side of history; but that we will extend a hand if you are willing to unclench your fist.

To the people of poor nations, we pledge to work alongside you to make your farms flourish and let clean waters flow; to nourish starved bodies and feed hungry minds. And to those nations like ours that enjoy relative plenty, we say we can no longer afford indifference to the suffering outside our borders; nor can we consume the world's resources without regard to effect. For the world has changed, and we must change with it.

- President Barack Hussein Obama, 1 January 2009.

not quite quotable

After the admission of flings while on extended vacation in St. Lucia, Amy told a reporter that she was "out of hell" with her "rubbish-in-bed" husband, Blaaaaake, and in lurve with a new man.

Blaaake Incarcerated promptly filed for divorce.

Now, Amy's reached out to the UK's Sun and professed her undying love for her husband:

“I still love my Blake. I won’t let him divorce me. He’s still in jail but the moment he comes out I’ll be there waiting for him. I love him because he’s just like me. Blake is the male version of me. We’re perfect for each other. I don’t want to go back home to England. I want to wait for Blake here.”

As for her vacation lover, who she proclaimed to 'love', Wino said:

“Josh was lovely. But it was a holiday thing. I’ve got my Blake. While Blake is in jail I’m still gonna have a good time — he can’t do much about it. But once he comes out we’ll be together again. There’s some nice lads here, I am just having fun. I don’t want anybody else because I’ve got my Blake.”

liveblogging history

you already know the babygirls are in d.c. for the initiation of barack babygirl obama into the hall of presidents. we'll be bringing you the scoop from the streets, the private parties, the official celebrations, the most fabulous galas, and alllll the hotel bars, so do stay tuned... after spotting lisa ling at the four seasons amidst a sea of Dem donor fur and MJB being whisked into the gtown Ritz, i'll do my best to keep you babygirls abreast as to the whereabouts of our fave celebs. just order a stiff Tanq' martini (dry, up, w/olives), and we'll see you at the st. regis.

Area nightclub hosted a star studded affair last night, where 50, Spike, Jeezy, Paris and Aubrey all made an appearance.

sorry ... my bad. this shamble was the SUNDANCE FILM FESTIVAL.

namaste

being real lazy on a Saturday night, i'm aware of these feelings of excitement. nice when things start to click and fall into place.

Excited because of this:

Excited because of this:

shit ... excited because of the healthy food we'll eat, friends we'll make, successes at work, ideas we'll come up with, plans we'll execute, family we'll apprecite - in the days to come. during which every moment is an opportunity to live healthy. stay hungry. be fearless.

gimme goosebumps and high fevers...

today the original babygirl woulda been thirty years sexy. the highest most exalted one was born in one bedford-stuyvesant, brooklyn. i know another bg from there and i just can't put my finger on who. (help me here boogie) anywho, she grew up in detriot and would kill us with such hits as "age ain't nothin but a number," "one in a million" and "the one i gave my heart to." this post has led me to mop my floor to this youtube playlist. enjoy!

but waaaaait.... never will wiki write, "chicago's rapper Yung Berg has a tattoo of Aaliyah on the back of his neck." well. isn't that nice.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABYGIRL!

actin' brand new

i do it 'cause i love you.
and because this is the last time i want to see this heart. ever. in '09.

oops, upside ya head!

for my dear dear kim.

countless material here. i dont even know where to begin.

get into it, boys

lanvin. and they're only $550. this is so doable.

his and hers

for me and boogie, from marc and stephen - skeewee!

Also overheard at work

Colleague A "You'd like a bit of a bad boy. a real shit."

B "She likes authenticity!"

A [side eye]

A "It's not a PR campaign"

B "It is a little....... "

Overheard at Work

"Warhol was an avid collector of stuff. His last house was so stuffed with his collected stuff, from cookie jars to diamonds, that there was no room left for the people. He would have been delighted, had he been able to attend Sotheby’s auction of it all after his death, to see it knocked down for nearly $27 million dollars, far more than the pre-auction estimates. And to see his silk-screen painting of Marilyn Monroe Twenty Times (the actress’s face, taken from a publicity photo, silk-screened onto canvas twenty times) fetch nearly $4 million. He did not share the conventional liberal intellectual’s distaste for stuff and the advertising of stuff. It was his life’s work to illustrate the paradoxical relationship of stuff and attention.

Warhol used to ask his friends what he should paint. One friend suggested that he should paint what he liked best in the world. So he began to paint money. This wasn’t what he truly liked best in the world, however. That was attention. But you couldn’t paint attention, at least not directly. So he went about it indirectly."

- Richard A. Lanham, The Economics of Attention

next up at mt. lebanon...

i lose my mind at 10:53.

"normally gunshots mean war, but these were gunshots of celebration"

the truth about hassan

lboogie: OMG BITCH
so im talkin to fabian abt celebs i think are cute

and i think hard--then im like the dude in mya's fallen video was hot

so i go on a search to find his name

hassan johnson--and he plays on the wire

so i google image him

and i find this:

http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://media.scout.com/Media/Image/18/185157.jpg&imgrefurl=http://voices.washingtonpost.com/dcsportsbog/2007/03/so_long_for_now.html&usg=__RWm7zI1ABjrYNAtrRHydZAMOhBY=&h=220&w=220&sz=20&hl=en&start=28&um=1&tbnid=_qq4U27ziMChyM:&tbnh=107&tbnw=107&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dhassan%2Bjohnson%26start%3D18%26ndsp%3D18%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-US:official%26sa%3DN

me: ahahahahahahaha

why lord?

lboogie: BITCH!

me: and what does this have to do with the wire

or brother hassan

Lboogie: not a damn

me: only allah knows

Lboogie: the washington post guy was just making note of "look a likes"

ie all blk men

bc i never once got a hassan from him

me: bitch as I copy paste your demise

Lboogie: hahah

as i was totally fantasizing abt hassan's peen

and now im just...dead

me: R.I.P.

me: with that 17 line link

Lboogie: right

all types of murder

me: that literally was the LAST place I saw this going

Lboogie: tell me abt it!

Lboogie: the page looked like this:

http://images.google.com/images?um=1&hl=en&client=firefox-a&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&q=hassan+johnson&start=18&sa=N&ndsp=18

so im scanning like yes yes yes

BAMP

me: afkan. asmtyrtefa

bitch my cackle!

Lboogie: afkan huh?

that's EXACTLY what it was

me: I see a resemblance

Lboogie: oh just dig the knife deeper why dont you

me: hahahaha

this image search is too much

and who in the hell remembers Mya's Fallen video

Lboogie: oh hunnie it left an impression

hassan honey, just give it up

first saw you in oz
peeped game in belly
didn't know what to do with myself in "what we do"
then u went and got all sexy and mya's "fallen" video
now fabian's telling me you're 'wee-bey' on the wire
but fuck all that.
i just need you to stop playin and put a ring on it

...i'll wait

this is an amazing look

from the Js, to the obama shirt, to the dope ass sweater topped off with that new blue yankee on...i'm okay with it all.

work it bitch!

shawty swing my way

you was right, susie. she lookin' gooder than a muuuuh.

BREAKING NEWS!

BLEEZY'S PREGNANT!!!

you need to know her

meet desirée rogers.
harvard grad.
business exec.
fashionista.
2-time zulu queen of mardi gras.
and now first-time queen of social washington.


(L. to R. desirée rogers, valerie jarrett, linda johnson rice)

as incoming white house social secretary, this babygirl - a close friend of #1 obama confidante valerie jarrett and ebony boss linda johnson rice - has quickly become the toast of the town. she'll soon be responsible for everything from michelle's tea dates to the guest list for official white house social functions. and with a first couple that counts oprah, halle, anna wintour & the kennedys among its friends and admirers, clearly this bg's got some major juice. in short, she righteous.

we're having drinks at citronelle late friday.

As per Sunday....

I need you guys in rehearsal.

overheard in times square

"Maybe I'll put my hat on, but this weave should keep me warm"

in 09

the move confirmed after the simple act of signing away - well - everything, it's now time to figure out how to fit loads of shit into a lovely, yet reeally small, space.

the challenge now before me: the studio apartment.

minimalism is a given.

searching for ideas on the internet (as we do for everything from diagnosing illnesses to "if i break this law ... how many years ...") - i've managed to find the floorprint and design of Rashida Jones' own studio. more than enough inspiration to know that this can work.

and behold..... a smile.

final

"In my kitchen with a bag of ice in my hand, sack of questions in my head, sweat pouring into my eyes, and tears trailing down my chin, I watched him pace about. 'Somebody set me up! Somebody fuckin’ set me up!' They knock on the door. Ask for D. He opens it without looking through the peephole. Three guys rush into his apartment. One smacks him in the face with a gun. Where’s the fucking money. He’s on the floor. They’re kicking him in his ribs. Gun-butting him square in the face. He can taste the steel in his mouth. I will fuckin’ kill you. Where the fuck is the money!? He thinks of his mother. He thinks of me. He knows they’re going to kill him. 'All I could think about was you. All I could think about.' He lies there numb, convinced his life is over. And he thinks about raised horse hooves and orange juice."

even tho what we do is wrong.

RE: squats!

redskins tryouts are march 28th. this man will motivate me. that single braid alone is the reason for my 8 pm gym appointment tonight.

hangin in there

during world war II
when polish forces and troops from east europe were sent to the west
for every year they served on the front lines
they had 48 hours of leave time
which they took by riding a 24 hour train back home
getting out on to the train platform
meeting their girlfriends,
giving them a kiss
and turning around to get back on the train.

,prc. 1.31.09

this helps, j

give up 10 friends on fbook, gain a whopper

...some of y'all bitches got to go.

hollywood hippies

i'm just going to go ahead and adore this:


just every last bit of it

drew bmore in custom galliano for dior haute couture

and this too:

marisa tomei in oscar de la renta

you saw it here first

maggie's right off the runway in lanvin

give praise

for salma's breasts

from my personal collection

(of random photos saved from the world wide)

you love them!

walk it out

B is walkin' the walk right from the get-go with plans to issue an executive order his first day in office to (eventually) close the U.S. prison at guantánamo bay. it mayyy take about a year, but who's counting? this is like when billary repealed the global gag rule on their first day in office. god loves a democrat.

keep it up, B!

i'm into it

this...
or this...
but most definitely this...
with this playin' in the background...

see calvin klein home collection

amaris: this is AMAZING! i want this in my house too!
ugh...can i do that in the bronx?

hahah, nuns!

hobbies 'r' us

i'ma get that picture.

momma [b] we made it

kim porter: never will i google "feel some type of way" and RBGs comes up first


lboogie: omg! it's true.
lboogie: posted by kim porter
lboogie: bitch don't let ur torts professor be in an r&b mood one day
lboogie: right above the "depression: signs, symptoms" link
kim porter: hahahah

NAH, we straight

listen closely.

your president has spoken.

people i hate today:

1. fabian mcnally
2. fanny plain
3. tbd

in the ayy

a lot of 'aga happenin under the seat. this doesn't even capture the full spectrum..."only 1 carry-on, you say?"
purposeful reading
post plane, this bus took sabes and i to zamunda..aka the thrify car lot
20 minutes later, after annoying/tryna hustle the attendant, we get the lambo...
our thrifty ride! (i'm so happy to finally be in the passenger seat and sabel's excited to play tour guide :))

finally made it to the cosby's..so ready to grub at this point but had to snag this photo opp first..ain't this the most quaint home, y'all?
soon as i got here i learned the cosby's only roll in red whips..FACT: i never got into a non-red whip my whole stay (see: the thrify joint above, too)
before this shower, stef was in her new years make-up and reeked of al-kee-hall. so happy she took it! ;)
...and that she also got dressed. (y'all already know i ain't shower). stef writes for: skinny for '09.blogspot.com
nose goes and some crucial family bonding
after hours at mjq (not the afterhour party, just we was there...after hours). they def wanted us to go home at this point..behind the caution tape is dude w a mop cleanin up. we weren't tryna leave!

feresheteh

sabel: sushi or thai?

(sober) amaris: do I have to choose?

sabel: well..umm..... (moments later) i found a sushi/thai spot!

what this combo had me on..hahah TOTALLY jk. (this wasn't even the same day for the record!)

dazed and confused (dot blogspot dot com)
talecia: he put a ring on it! (peep stef's pinky stage right - we were gawking over her ring!)

shop here
i wanted everything here. check the display - all books! def one of the nicer sneaker shops i've visited.

coach k.
MAC LA FAMILIA

i want it all.

i neeeeeed everything on this cover .

ok fine then!

whatever.

i'm dropping out.

Dear Law Center Community member,

Georgetown University has lost its connection to the Internet and external websites are not available. Our colleagues at Main Campus are working on the issue. If you have questions or concerns, please do not hesitate to contact the Technology Reference Desk.

.....
...
you mean by phone!?

hmmph.

eat here

and if you're cool enough (read: boogie and amaris), maybe you can get past the door that reads "NO ADMITTANCE. EMPLOYEES ONLY." and work your way down to the underground lair. filled with gothic crucifixes, 19th century mexican furnishings, and private dining hideaways. trust, it's way more than meets the eye.

106 kenmare, little italy

Girl, don't try to front

I-I know just-just what you are-are-are

warms my heart

HAPPINESS!

you know who this is for

what's that thing she said abt mountains? yeh. same thing applies in '09.

March's Harper's

just HAS to feature r&b stud Mario modeling his PePe Jeans.

the last time i wore pepe jeans it was 1998.

overheard at Mt. Lebanon

1. and now for a quote from a past president of Morehouse College..
2. God has given us swagger. nobody on the corner...has swagger like us
3. God has given us life, relationships, the Gospel, our health, and our gifts to take care of. we're called to invest in our talents and abilities. go in the hole, dig out your talent, and invest it with God. risk it, with the hope of gaining so much more. [see matthew 25:14-28]

i almost cldn't with numbers 1 and 2. but then i realized, it's '09. in '09, i can.
needless to say i joined today. woot woot!!

have you seen real talent?

R.LES is killin' the game right now!

give it at leeeaaaast a minute, babygirls - i promise you won't be sorry. it only gets better and better and better.

IM SORRY Y'ALL

this is boogie interrupting, and i never go into other BGs posts (hope u don't mind, baby!), but when i woke up and saw this post on some "same wavelength" shit (i was just watching leslie on youtube the other day after meeting him), i thgt it'd be a perfect opp to post MY fave video of r. les' genius. watch him master one of my most played jammy jams of '08. this man is a MACHINE. (and per norm, watch the whole damn shit babygirls. there's a surprise at 4:10).



beethoven ass back.

"[my] archives are well worth digging through"

after i finish cleaning, i can never get the smell off my hands. it's bleach. or is it ammonia? i like the smell of it when i'm cleaning. most people don't. but i would like to go to bed now. and my hands smell like bleach or ammonia.

i can never get the smell off my hands.

like isis, she got ya heart broke, it felt lifeless

[a young, wild, beautiful love child
you like 'em thug style, link-rockin', the mink-coppin'
hit you on the sink, a hundred dolla' drink-poppin'
the head'll make you take 'em shoppin', a foul doctrine
reminiscent of my first time up in a chick, you was innocent
but now you rent-a-dick, wear the tightest shit
Chanel lookin' real, airbrushed nails
hit the gym, hit the scales, Heaven-sent, but negligent]

say hello to carmen.

AN did that.

we got the jaz?

and a young, awkward jay-z. filmed in brooklyn, by way of zamunda.

WE DONT BELIEVE YOU

loyalty is a terrible waste of potential by do-re-mi

they like to keep you obedient and silent, and they don't want you to see the beauty of this, but don't you see the beauty of this, that the second law of thermodynamics is true, that one day, this anarchy will be real, like diamonds, baby, like diamonds around your neck, and it will be beautiful.

Can somebody explain?

andre: Distaste for scarlett aside, i love the feb bazaar cover!
boogie: Yeh me too
boogie: Love scarjo
andre: Hate her
boogie: If she was black you'd love her!
andre: That's a big "if," honey
boogie: Ha
andre: Oh, a lone "ha" - why thank you
boogie: Hahah
boogie: Shut up

So, what exactly does "If she was black..." even mean?

Kind of like how I'd hate Condi if she were white?

someone get boogie these tiiiiiights!!!

marc's still rocking skirts, this time over a bananas pair of tights from the newly unveiled louis vuitton stephen sprouse collection.



arlenis was in the house as well, looking cute as a dang button!

just try not to kill yourself after

novels and movies about the dissatisfaction of storybook middle class american suburbia are nothing new, of course, but revolutionary road, directed by sam mendes (of american beauty fame), makes you feel.



kate winslet delivers a powerhouse performance as an optimistic post-WWII mrs. dalloway, leo dicaprio scorches as her fearful and fearsome husband, and kathy bates kills as only kathy bates can in a role that neatly summarizes the quiet tragedy of this story.

the definition of "douche"

UPDATE: Here he is on the right (though not caught in the act)!


If you're in the market for a thoroughbred douche, chances are you'll find a few real deals on the Hedge Fund Express, also known as the packed Friday evenin' train from Greenwich, CT to NYC on which I unfortunately find myself right now. That's where I met Sir Douche-a-Lot: FEET UP on the seat across from him while about 6 other babygirls are standing a foot away, no available seat to be found. I'm working on photodocumenting this fucker. Stay tuned...

fuck wit' us in '09

[i swear we're on the same wavelength. i was thinking abt this on the train, then coming home to see bleezy's post just made it make sense. new years are fucking wonderful. at work today, you guessed it, i was overstimulated. my inbox reeks of abt 46 non-work-related emails, and that is a real figure. i prodded some special friends to give me their wishes for the new year. and by prodded i mean i had to call one babygirl and threaten her life in order for her to send it to me. below are some of the most beautiful, poignant, hilarious, and meaningful things i've heard in awhile. from the muthafuckas tighest in my circle. please, for your benefit--fuck wit' us in '09.]

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1. (censored)
2. Knock down (insert name here)
3. Wife someone superbad.
4. Make the Georgetown Law Journal.
5. Receive multiple firm offers.
6. Get back in shape.
7. (censored) ...maintain at least a 3.5.
8. See Lboogie's apartment.
9. Summer trips to Charlotte, Miami, Cali, Vegas, and somewhere overseas.
10. Make sure my brother a.) gets into Cornell and b.) does well there.
11. Be a good person.
12. Improve someone's life.
13. Blog consistently.

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1. be a skinny person

2. meet more people

3. no bad words

4. fight!

5. love!

ok i stole 4 and 5 from jammy but i think they are just GREAT! those are mine for '09.

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i want to be fiscally responsible in '09. i'm AWFUL with money, thank God i don't have a credit card. sallie mae is knocking and i'm afraid to answer the door. but this too shall pass. yes we can. i also want to be a better big sister in '09. stacey's losing her mind with the prince of zamunda, over the break i realized that shonette is the smartest little cookie and i really wanna know what's going on in that head of hers (her "That's What She Said" is going down in the history books), and then there's shawn. i used to wash his butt in a tiny baby tub and now this kid has at least 5 inches on me. then there's mahjah and fahjah to whom i owe my first 50 paychecks, and, of course, my life. this is also my art year. i wanna see it all, learn it all, understand it all. my art skills go as far as the times as a tot when i'd sit in front of the tv and draw along w/ Pappy on PBS. but i've always been intrigued by the stuff and had an eye for it so i wanna continue my museo kick from last year and roll full steam ahead into '09. there's a lot to see out there. i may even pick up my camera and dust off my portfolio from hewitt. boogie, i'm so down with exploring ny and finally getting on that red bus that's been waiting on us at least since summer '06. get 'er done in '09. then there's monsters inc. i think we all learned a lot from last year's shenanigans and i think we had a bit of a rough transition in terms of adjusting from being long distance to now being on the same campus. but i really do love you guys, the old farts (boogie, amaris, tuti) and the new additions (welcome, sloane!), so im just looking for good times in '09. finally, my life exists in lists. songs to download. books to read. topics to research. movies to watch. lists to make. so i want to actually tackle those lists. don't talk about it, be about it in '09.

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All I really want...is to be happy...in '09. And to not define my life by what I don't have (a boy) and by what I do have (monsters). I want to always be reading a book too. Like as soon as im done, picking up the next. But I just broke up with Borders, so I don't know how i'll work that one out. I want my apartment to be decorated with books. Like how im starting little piles on the window sills and floor. I also wanna spend more time with Mt. Lebanon and my grandma in '09. Which shld be easy bc theyre a block away from each other. It's just getting to bed stuy that's the doing part. I also wanna do more different things. Museums! New bars! More LES. (I think it's great u blacks are going skiing) Maybe a sex and the city tour? Broadway plays? Riding that red bus I always wanted to ride. Just getting out more and seeing the city. I noticed that many non-new yorkers know more stuff abt the city than I do. I've never been to the statue! What a mess. RE: work—making myself an asset. boss lady says "make them LOVE you." So yeh. Grind time in '09! One more—GMAT IN '09. To be at LSE in '010. Im ON.

Also—comments in '09. Everywhere.

Oh and I shld also resume my friendships with censored and censored in '09. We grown in '09. Blacks getting killed in '09.

Alright im done.

p.s. IM GOING TO L.A. IN '09

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one of my new bf's actually said this to me at the onset of '09. actually right before the clock struck 12...as cliche as it sounds: "it used to be about the plan, about just having a plan period. [in '09,] it's about the execution". course, i inserted that '09...if he'd been that profound, i would've def flown to san diego...stolen him from the US Navy...and def gotten sexy. I think he had me at those words. i love it when boys grow up...though always at a snail's pace.

i.love.life.in.'09. it occurred to me after a miserable 1st day back at work following my vacay that being happy really is a choice. my future is clearly up in the air...along with my weight, love life, vegan lifestyle, the 9 presentations i need to do by monday, my GMAT, and MLT application lol....but seriously, it's all being put into perspective in '09. the journey is equally important, if not more, than the destination...in '09.

am i excommunicated when i relocate to the south???...because it's def calling me...in '09.

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1. learn to express love towards my immediate family without the threat of disaster
2. becoming friends with my first love
3. write more
4. forgive everyone
5. squats!
6. become a washington redskins cheerleader
7. genuinely smile at least once a day
8. devote as much time to myself as i do others.
9. become actively involved in a local church
10. get permanent residency in Zamunda

been gone so long not even sure how to just say 'im back'! had radical expectations of the new year actually meaning something really new. or something. fresh. different. better than what came before.

realized yesterday that the simple passing of time doesn't accomplish that. but making different decisions does. choices. because if nothing else, we have got that. autonomy. although sometimes both options are shitty. but still.

something about the new president. left me with expectations of this year really meaning something new. or something. fresh. different. better than what came before. had to realize a person, a man - even an intelligent, eloquent one - cannot accomplish that. although it felt really exciting for awhile. but still.

but sometimes the only way to break the ice is just to smash through it. fuck it up. and by the way, yall have been Killing the game. smashing it. fucking it up. proud to be a part of this. starting the year off right. to the babygirls that keep me afloat: happy belated new year.

from the desk of kim

"Love songs are horoscopes we read a day too early or a day too late."

i'm feeling nostalgic

but i really really love y'all.

i just wanna print this whole blog and bind it and give it to each of you on our birthday. just clicking tags (namely: kill yourself, you betta dont, zamunda, this is most definitely abt you, where they do that at) and reading all the posts filed under them keeps me from jumping when it gets hard. it's mean on these streets! but home is where the babygirl is.

this is sick

i'm sure by now most of y'all know about the ugly murder of oscar grant on new years day at an oakland train station. and if ya don't read up on yesterday's protests and watch this footage.

it's about to get reeeal ugly, y'all.

open question:

does anyone know where andre 3000 is? he needs to know boogie is looking for him.

signed,
dead ass serious

this post is not abt charles hamilton...or white women

yeh, no.

i picked up the fader's NOW issue at my part-time hustle tonight, and was overstimulated when i opened the pages to these babygirls:

i posted on the banger in red awhile back. sarah rosete- you've seen her everywhere. but now she's in a group of miscellaneous video vixens turned singers and im kind of loving everything abt them. (except their music, duh)

when i read "you know how many dudes swear up and down, 'oh i fucked her'? no, nigga, i fucked you! who was doing the work? my thighs are burning!" from their interview, i just cldnt... (more on that here)

eye candy time! just put the shit on mute:

when i come home from work, the very first thing i want to do is take off my panties. and then turn on the heat. in that very order. not my jacket, scarf, or shoes. just the drawers and the thermometer. yesterday was a shitshow up in 542--the light was on when i came home, 3 empty wine bottles are sitting on my counter, there's spaghetti sauce on my stove, and the bitches who made the mess are nowhere to be found. the only thing sacred up in here is my bed. so i grab my air, turn the light next to my bed that was on all fucking day just a little bit brighter, and get under my covers dressed in my top, pencil skirt, and with my scarf still around my neck, pantyless.

i've been reading break it down by lydia davis for awhile now. it's not like the alchemist, which i ran a train on quick, fast, and in a hurry. it's my slow girl. i'm taking my time with my slow girl. slow is important. the title short story was the one that left the biggest impression on me. i think that's why i keep reading. bc this story did something to me. it was in my house those days. it was watching ourselves, writing itself. it came at the right time--i was on the B train, re-reading, re-thinking, re-playing, trying to re-live that time. and it gave answers where i had questions. so i read the rest of the book out of loyalty. altho i may not like some of the other short stories in break it down as much as i like "break it down." i take my time and pay attention to the brother and sister stories that follow. 'cause the loyalty's etched into my back. and i don't know no different.

"i'm breaking it all down. the ticket was $600 and then after that there was more for the hotel and food and so on, for just ten days. say $80 a day, no, more like $100 a day. and we made love, say, once a day on the average. that's $100 a shot. and each time it lasted maybe two or three hours so that would be anywhere from $33 to $50 an hour, which is expensive.

though of course that wasn't all that went on, because we were together almost all day long. she wld keep looking at me and every time she looked at me it was worth something, and she smiled at me and didn't stop talking and singing, something i said, she wld sail into it, a snatch, for me, she wld be gone from me a little ways but smiling too, and tell me jokes, and i loved it but didnt exactly know what to do abt it and just smiled back at her and felt slow next to her, just not quick enough. so she talked and touched me on the shoulder and the arm, she kept touching and stayed close to me. you're with each other all day long and it keeps happening, the touches and smiles, and it adds up, it builds up...

so it's not really $100 a shot because it goes on all day, from the start when you wake up and feel her body next to you, and you don't miss a thing, not a thing of what's next to you, her face, that good skin, i have felt other good skin, but this skin is just the edge of something else...you look over at her face and can't believe how you got there and how lucky and it's still all a surprise and it never stops, even after it's over, it never stops being a surprise.

the pictures come to you and you have to hope they wont lose their life too fast and dry up though you know they will and that you'll also forget some of what happened, because already you're turning up little things that you nearly forgot.

then you forget some of it all, maybe most of it all, almost all of it, in the end, and you work hard at remembering everything now so you won't ever forget, but you can kill it too even by thinking abt it too much, though you can't help thinking abt it nearly all the time.

and so it's not only every hour of the day while it's happening, but it's really for hours and hours every day after that, for weeks, though less and less, maybe after six weeks you're only thinking abt it an hour or so in the day altogether.

so when you add up all that, you've only spent like $3 an hour on it."

leavin' impressions and shit...

dear frances,

Bleezy F. wrote at 1:13pm
HONEY! did you do this for me?! those tittaysss!!!!

kim porter: i love how "tittaysss" are the key to blake's heart

lboogie: hahaha they ARE

Vuitton unveils first-ever 100% computer-animated ads

Though unorthodox, parent company LVMH says they've concluded that animated ads are far more sensible in tough economic times than featuring real-life high-price stars like Madonna.

pause.

Ne-Yo, explains to People magazine just how close he lives to Atlanta rapper Young Jeezy. “Just chillin’ one day, I was like, ‘Is that… Jeezy?’ I hit him up: ‘Yo, you probably shouldn’t walk around naked - I can see you.”

We interrupt this episode of "Martha"

Now at first I was just pissed that some NBC News alert was fuckin' with my daily viewing of Martha Stewart. Babygirl's been presenting her 10-Step "Soul & Body Challenge" in installments, and I wasn't even tryna miss one of "Martha's Must-Haves."



Then our President spoke. Grave, sincere, forthcoming, confident - and eloquent, babygirls! An eloquent President! I'd trade the whole list of "Martha's Must-Haves" for that, 'cause it's been a minute.

da bomb bbq pt. 2

(also known as the Notorious premier)

took place in the theatre next door to 'Haitian CD.'

Zamundan natives on hand to celebrate:

she's your queen to be.

bitch stole my stool sample... that ain't trill.

modeling pepe jeans...

how many squirrels had to die for you to look fly?
(that includes your hair dear)

does he keep his timbs on when he hits it from the back?

victim is a light skinned female, approximately 120 pounds, wattaded in the chest.
size of the watergun is not known at this time.

APPROVED

anyone who's a recent college grad (and broke, like me) nose just about this time of year is when sallie mae begins to catch up to you. after a 5 month grace period post graduation you get stuck with your first repayment bill - usually due around November...and a few months down the line you curse yourself for being born into your family, and having poor money mangement skills (ughh)

a few weeks back, a friend put me on to consolidating. err...i immediately thought of suze orman who slings ppl on her show for their bad credit and for having too much debt...so i decided to look into "consolidating" for my own situation. i googled "loan consolidation" and found the PERFECT site: loanconsolidation.ed.gov. in about 10 minutes I set up an account, submitted an application to be considered for the consolidation of my 2 gargantuan federal loans and just weeks later..BLADAOOW. i'm approved. i'm saving some money on my monthly loan payments! (i sound like a wacky paid actor in an infomercial, but its true!)


how does consolidation really work? so basically, the board of ed (or whoever you choose) buys your loans from your lendor (the entire amount for all your federal joints) and they provide you a loan with lower interest and give you WAY more time to pay off (like 25 years!) chances are, you'll pay it off before your time's up but in the mean time you can rest assured that you'll have a little more money in your pocket for your day to day expenses and fewer bills to worry about. it's a WIN WIN situation. they love you cause they have your money, you love em cause you're saving moolah.

*a quick tip-> try to automate your loan payments (and your other bills too, for that matter) and in many cases, you'll save even more! I just did this with my Chase account and got a letter in the mail stating they'd reduce my interest payment by .25%!!! (yet another financial victory for me! yayy)

**also, (last tip!) -> if you can afford it, pay a bit more than the minimum payment on your loans, car payments, etc..cause especially with your loans, if you get in the habit, the few extra dollars you pay can be applied towards reducing your principal amount (not just the interest payment) so you'll ultimately be paying less interest because you'll owe less money!

don't say amaris can't save you, babygirls cause its not true. i can. really!

feel some type of way

sometimes songwriters just get it. this is my fucking life, verbatim.

the good news is, it's just an interlude leading me to the next track.

free yourselves in the '09 babygirls!

oh hell no!

so you're just gonna grow up!?
and be all pretty and shit?

line up, ladies

he's available.

i really like this song

and im drunk on a wednesday. what's new.

overheard at boogie's house

"i love to cook with panties on the counter"

a little wednesday night plagiarism

there are FEW great magazines out there. other than the one i call home, it's slim pickin's nowadays. i love W, the new yorker, and just live for time out new york. everything else can be done by a blog. my boss is well aware of this obsession and throws her time outs my way when she gets them every week. as i sat squished on the 1 train between a big jew and an attitude-y black girl, i cldnt help but slap my knee at this hilarious article abt gyms in NY.

i'll just go ahead and copy/paste:

what your personal trainer is really thinking:


Q: what is the lamest excuse you've ever heard from a client who canceled?
A: "a client texted me at 3am saying not to come for our 9am session bc he was up playing poker."
"i can't sweat today because i don't want to mess up my hair." (ahem, babygirls)
"i want to make sure the help isn't stealing laundry detergent."
"the dude who had no clean socks, so he canceled."
"sorry, im still high on coke from the night before"

Q: what is the most unusual thing you've said to encourage someone in getting in that last rep?
A: "i counted out all of the calories in a thanksgiving meal for a group class last Saturday."
"this will help you achieve you goal of getting fuck-ready"
"Hamptons summer house"
"do it for obama"

Q: what are some of the most commonly heard self-deprecating refrains while working out?
A: "i can't. i'm a fat fuck."

Q: what's the most ridiculous thing you've ever seen someone work out in?
A: "bra top and hip-hugger sweats...on a woman with double Ds and a 50-inch hips"
"a fur coat" (that was me)

conditions are perfect for makin' love

i like guys who can say hilarious shit with a straight ass face. which is partly why i'm sort of obsessed with my good girlfriend, fabian. and these guys: bret and jemaine.

flight of the conchords gave me life once upon a time when i lived at home and had nothing to do on break. this 2-man band from new zealand opened their lives to us while they tackled many of the same issues that we go thru on a day-to-day basis.

in this clip, bret and jemaine struggle with the mantra i live most closely by: bros before hoes



and if you were ever insecure abt bedding a pretty young babygirl, you can't go wrong with "business time."



season 2 premieres on HBO jan 18. sundays at 10 pm.

The new face of the GOP?

Former Maryland Lt. Gov. Michael Steele could very well be the next Chairman of the Republican National Committee. Change, indeed!

french.perfection

scott, you're killin' me!!!

if it's. good. love. ya need... then cop that ish for free!

Slim - Good Lovin (feat. Fabolous& Ryan Leslie) -

from the voice that's been givin' me good lovin' since fall 05 with 112's "you already know" comes this sexy banger written and produced by our man R.LES. i'm obsessed!

mo' betta? it's FREE right now on iTunes - single of the weeeeeek, bgs! don't delay!

my sister is a capricorn?

her and tank celebrated their birthdays the other night... i was not in attendance (see above)
as per her outfit... i can't

live from fort lauderdale airport...

kim porter: Its high time we start dating niggas who deserve us
sheree: I like where this is going
sheree: I wish I cld print that and put it on my mac
sheree: Harper's wld blow up tho
sheree: But I like need to read it everyday
kim p: Haha
kim p: But for real
kim p: Like no one impresses me
sheree: Nope
kim p: And my coochie and conversation is suspended till someone does
sheree: Even jon b last night was underwhelming. And then that coon called with his antics and I got all giggly. I need to change my priorities
sheree: Yeh DEF suspending the cooch
sheree: Like in the realest way
kim p: I'm like giving everyone the side eye
kim p: Over it
sheree: Are you angry?
sheree: Bc I feel like it's easy to be mad, but once it wears off it's like shambles again
sheree: We have to find another emotion to attach to it
kim p: Naw I'm not mad
kim p: I aint buying shit just to buy it
sheree: Yeh
sheree: Good one O
kim p: I'm like not talking to anyone and I'm much happier than I've been for a while
sheree: I'm pretty miserable
kim p: You're dating 2 or 3 guys that aren't up to your standards
kim p: You're wearing size 6's bitch
sheree: Hahaha
kim p: Go barefoot for a while
sheree: This is a blog post waiting to happen
sheree: Can u post it for me? Starting with the shoe shopping analogy
sheree: Sus'?
sheree: And "go barefoot for awhile" needs to be a tag
kim p: done

keep it moving people. nothing sexy to see here.

and in flats! hot tranny soup.

death to the queen living thru her, as well.

i see you susie.

i (may) need more television

margarita, carlos, and alberto all know i'm no tv junkie. save for the occasional soul story on vh1s, an ondemand movie, or extra hyped news special, i'm rarely glued to my television at home.

that said, i never keep up with any tv series. (ok... so i wanna work for diddy had me until they eliminated my college bud, stef... boo :( )

of late though, i've found myself out of the loop in coworker discussions about house, gossip girl, the city, and all the rest of tvworld. so for the first night (in years, i think *and all thanks to a recommendation from the sweet girl who shares my desk space), i whipped back the recliner, sipped my dietary supplement tea, and watched alll of this:

8-9: gossip girl
9-10: bromance
10-10:30 the city
10:30 - 11: daddy's girls
11: the NEWS!

angela and vanessa got me wantin to tune in again next week(see: daddy's girls). i mean.. it was sooo cheesy but i was giggling and smiling in a nice way throughout all of last night's premiere - especially when the girls hike their way to the top of a mountain and take turns screaming at the top of their lungs. ( i can't wait to try this with suzie at the top of the bunny slope this weekend! hahh) yay for being free! and for LA!

don't know that i can fit this MASSIVE block in my schedule 'err monday though. bromance needs about a million more people first..

on a brighter note...

malia and sasha started school yesterday at D.C. prep school sidwell friends!

best of luck to the First BGs!

honeymoon sunset?

the vibes of love from much of the american public (myself included!) are still emanating toward president-elect obama, but his budding administration has hit its first few snags in weeks past:

• first, of course, there was the blago scandal (which cast a shadow on team obama despite a lack of any culpable involvement), accompanied this week by obama's questionably-legitimate senate replacement roland burris being turned away from the chambers of the senate.

• and then there was obama's invitation to pastor rick warren to give the invocation at his inauguration. warren has drawn intense criticism for essentially likening homosexuals to pedophiles, and while team obama is clearly making a good faith effort to reach out to religious conservatives, many civil rights activists (myself included!) consider it a very big step too far.
  

• and THEN gov. bill richardson, obama's choice for commerce secretary, withdrew himself from consideration amidst an ongoing investigation of shady dealings with his past gubernatorial donors.

• and now, as some continue to bristle at the clinton-pedigree of so many obama appointees, the president-elect's selection of leon panetta for CIA boss has further confused political observers. panetta, a former congressman and clinton WH chief of staff, has little real intelligence experience, and dem leader dianne feinstein has indicated she may vote against panetta's appointment.

i, for one, think team obama is doing an admirable job in rather troubled times - and obvi love all the clintonistas back on the scene! keep up the good work, B, and get us the F out of this multi-faceted messss!

sightings

taylor swift obliging the crowd of paps outside the gansevoort with a few brief moments of posing before ducking into her suburban and rolling off thru the meatpacking.

terry richardson, in trademark wideframed specs, biking thru the village along waverly place.

brent bolthouse and girlfriend eliza dushku waiting patiently with the rest of the hipster mob scene for a late new year's day brunch at nolita hotspot café habana.

new year, new low

peeped this disaster on 13th and univ. almost vomited on my sister.

a question of proportion

i don't think many reasonable people question israel's right to take out those launching rockets into israeli settlements, but is this effective?

i worry such overwhelming blanket attacks that implement collective punishment and widespread suffering on (often young) civilians for the crimes of the radical few simply create more violent radicals - just as hamas's attacks do little but inflict fear and pain on israel's innocents while inciting shock'n'awe-style israeli retaliation.

aside from the morality of it all - and whether you tend to sympathize more with israel or palestine - we must question whether an attack that destroys a school full of child-aged refugees accomplishes anything or merely makes things worse. israel, i think, being the state power with international support, resources and recognition, should know and do better - for its own good, if nothing else.

the essential question here is: what can we do to best reduce the violence and restore security and civil society to both the israelis and the palestinians? the answer: not this.

heart goes out to ALL.

(barack and hillary: MAKE IT WORK.)

and as the cheerleading NYC press trumpets this tragic, massive assault with headlines like, "ISRAEL ROLLS INTO TERRORLAND," i encourage you babygirls to take a peek into some other news outlets.

quotable

"do y'all actually wanna moooove to los angeles?"
"...yessir."

i can't get off it

i just will not. call me alexis from now on.