Things That Could Not Be Improved

Christina Ricci

Monet

The Ford Focus RS and this ...

Monday was rough

But then I peeped StarTracks:

And somehow, all was right with the world.

Thanks, Halle!

but for real ...

does no one read this?!

Uncle Karl's guide to life

As I attempt to navigate this illusive (impossible?) thing, the "civil break up", I flip back into the diary pages of my past and stumble upon some of Unlce Karl's words of wisdom...


Elle: What's your biggest self-indulgence?
UK: Spending too much

Whose wallet would you like to steal?
I am not a thief

If you were an inventor, what would you invent?
Healthy drugs

When and where are you happiest?
I am never happy. Happiness scares me; then I am afraid to be less happy. Happiness is a very dangerous state of mind.

Name the thing you find easiest to forgive
It's too easy to forgive. I love revenge. Forgiving is not my favorite thing. I can forget by indifference, but not forgive.


Elle Magazine, September 2007

felt tip: when you gon' get on twitter?

boogie:

for never
for never ever
for ever never

mama's gun!

ya booty might be bigga
but i still can pull yo' nigga
but i don't want 'em.

this shit is better than twitter

:incoming call at 3:00 am from gertrudis:

"if you're still doing your shimmy in the club, nigga i need to see your membership card. and i'm not talkin' bout a nigga that looks like he in undergrad. i'm talkin 35. at what point, Lord?!"

j, where the fuck are you?
"bitch, i took a bus to the club hopin' one of my friends there wld drive me home. and here i am at the bus stop trying look like im just on the phone and NOT waiting on the 92 bus."

to bus driver: "do you know where Zamunda is?"

and to no one in particular in the background: "take your AIDS and keep it moving!"

i am going to get her.

he rhymes as weird as i feel

"i bet a million dollas on doom against lil wayne"

you rappers is strippin' males
out of work jerks since they shut down chippendale's

if you wit' it, i'm wit it. youtubing now.

L.A. do you want me or not?

i can't tell.

i got dibs on the square weave

[thierry mugler's costume sketches for beyonce's "i am" tour]

eat your heart out, jordyne!

i see you laguerre

quotable

don't be jealous of my boogie. don't be jealous of my boogie. you can say that you are not, but i always see you lookin'.
[RuPaul]

who say mobsters don't prosper?

i wish they made a video for this one.



aint shit change
'cept the number after the dot on the range
way niggas look at me now, kinda strange
i hate y'all too

woooo, le!

final four bound.

i live for these bitches

church then candy girls.
i still love sundays.

i dont do facebook notes

so whenever gertrudis tags me in one of hers and i want to partake, it ends up on the blog. (this is for you too, jad ed. even tho i aint get nann fingernail tag!)

the rules: pick one artist and use song titles by them to answer the questions.
the results: outkast (duh)

1. Are you a male or female: SpottieOttieDopaliscious

2. Describe yourself: Slum Beautiful

3. How do you feel about yourself: My Favorite Things

4. Describe your ex boyfriend/girlfriend: Toilet Tisha

5. Describe your current boy/girl situation: Where Are My Panties?/Pink & Blue (Age Ain't Nuttin' But A Number)

6. Describe your current location: Stankonia

7. Describe where you want to be: Two Dope Boyz (In a Cadillac)

8. Your best friend is: Mamacita

9. Your favorite color is: Roses

10. You know that: Y'all Scared

11. What's the weather like: Slump

12. If your life was a television show what would it be called : A Day in the Life of Benjamin Andre

13. What is life to you: Chonkyfire

14. The best advice you have to give is: Skew it on the Bar-B

15. If you could change your name what would you change it to: Peaches

any more questions?

Chanel, Balmain, Coca-Cola, Cartier...

You know you love her!

as the track keeps playing ...

"The smell of marijuana reeks off me.

I raise hell before I speak softly. Caught in the mix.

Put at least a hundred grand on one hand, bought him a six

Acknowledged the weaknesses that his man taught him to fix.

We aint never left the hood so we camcorder the trips

I done watched a nigga go from BET to the Bricks. Shit.

Her slanted eyes wit ya chocolate Thai gave me.

I'm a bachelor. Nigga you aint knockin my lady!

A lot of these niggas been jockin mine lately

And I hope you catch the long nap, rock-a-bye baby.

When two brothers, pushed outa different mamas

Close enough to conflict to put this shit behind us.

-

I keep my mind on my money and my head to the sky.

I never really smile much. If you was here you'd know why.

There's frustration and fire if you look in my eye

The media fuckin me up, right hookin my high.

Niggas hated on us before the game took us inside

Then they opened they arms wide, took the whoopin and cried.

I got a platinum plaque hangin on the wall in my crib

and handsome is one of the things they've been callin the kid.

They watch you close when you coppin all those VS stones

If you aint tryna get it poppin, leave the BS home.

I've got a saditty broad that gives thee best dome

and I'm blowin on some of the finest weed that's grown. homes.

You won't know when they gon' dump a slug

But you can tell I'm gettin money from the line out in front the club"

-

-

Keep making moves fellas.

daddy's girls

we love you, baby.
happy fucking birthday!

Recessionista accessories

Sometimes the best accessory - especially in an economic downturn - is the right beverage. We all know just about every celebrity worth a Popsugar mention likes to be seen with a Starbucks or Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf. And on Saturdays and Sundays, you can find Andre strolling the Village with a can (or perhaps McDo fountain cup) of Coca-Cola Classic, nursing a hangover.


La Lohan, reportedly facing financial troubles, has been spotted almost daily with her cheap-chic red Coke (and coke) -- if also a pricey purple Muse.


Our girl Maddox, always on the sartorial vanguard, has been accessorizing with fashionable to-go bevs for years now - usually inspired by his fave celeb of the moment. Sophomore and junior year he brought home cases of Vitamin Water to echo his girl Paris. And when we spotted MK trolling around NYU with a can of Diet Pepsi, he had to temporarily switch from Diet Coke:
Fortunately, we later found her with a D.C. and he was able to switch back:


His latest drink, an homage to Rachel Zoe, is a Starbucks Venti Red Tea (double bag, drop of half'n'half, 3 Splenda).


At just a few bucks a pop, we can all be fabulous in difficult times!

on why i love the gays:

More Gay & Lesbian Videos At LogoOnline.com

this season of drag race changed my life. i been in bebe's corner since day one!

how andre and i order at mcdo's

kindredspirits

stephanie seymour brant: i don't know if people realize that your hand is in every dress. you pin everything yourself. i love the way you always have a fitting model living with you. you have a little room at your atelier where they stay and you knock whenever you need them--24 hours a day!

azzedine alaia: oh, yes, always. naomi was one.

Interview, 3.09

one word to describe ya...

Jim Jones ft. Ryan Leslie - "Precious" from Ryan Leslie on Vimeo.

That's my girl Precious!

Cee Cee Williams is now on Facebook

meet cees peeps.

squeeze first, ask questions last

please excuse me but i got to ask

Yes.

married and beautiful.

i love when couples can split amicably, move on, and fully support.

demi and ashton were there.

front row, giving their blessings.

it better be '09 out this bitch.

congrats brucey!

elle me fatigue

[you talk to a nigga
it's amazing
then it's regular
then it goes to shit

if u want shit to stay amazing, just have the beginnings of relationships. that's what i used to do in middle school.

gertrudis]

but if you pay like you weigh

then you ca' stay baby.

you never make me scream

oh, i lay here in the wet patch
in the middle of the bed
i'm feeling pretty damn hard done by
i spent ages giving head
then I remember all the nice things
that you ever said to me
maybe I'm just overreacting
maybe you're the one for me

Babygirl, what's yo PIN?

Today we'll be learning to play 'hot cross buns' on our melodicas!

Good Morning Ya'll

Just woke up from finishing some work in the studio late last night to some eager phone calls as to whether or not I am Engaged…. No, I am not. Point blank, period. Pretty funny. I really don’t have a lot to say about it. Despite anyone’s judgement…. I have not run off and Eloped either, LOL. So….that being said.. Stay focused and to anyone who thinks my life is a Publicity stunt… GROW UP. Life is short, enjoy it and stop picking on what I do. Cause if you don’t know, I am definitely enjoying life!

RADIOKILLA!
-Xtina Mili-BLONDE

Good Afternoon Christina,

Honestly, I just don't think it's in the stars for you. I think you should be teaching music at my local elementary school. Your hair is offensive and your stomach, which appears to be blowing in the wind despite your best efforts to tighten it, is even ruder. Further it is appropriate that you be linked to radiokilla because when your next single comes out, I will likely need TI to put me on a road to redemption after shooting my radio and killing it dead.

But I digress. I need to stay focused. I want to stay focused on the fact that the dream is in the ocean with a full outfit on... down to the crease in his pants.

XOXO
-the rbg team... and dre.

bitch stole my moves!

That one leg up booty jiggle was all me circa a certain inauguration party!!

i'm not fuckin wit 50 ...

Problems continue between 2 rbg favorites 50 Cent and Rick Ross. And I've got to admit ... I'm riding with 50 on this one.

After a number of tracks released by the rappers, each going harder at the other, things have escalated far beyond the music.

50's made a video while chillin with Tia Kemp, the mother of Rick Ross' son. In the video, 50 interviews Tia, who talks about Rick's employment history as a Corrections Officer and finances. That's followed by them hitting up the Gucci store and fur district in NYC for a day of afternoon shopping to classic Stevie Wonder music in the background.

After it was suggested that Young Buck was joining the fight on Ross' side, 50 called Power 105.1 to say that he "likes to see losers team up."

Things got interesting when 50 went on to discuss Ross' finances, using documents he'd obtained from Rick's child support case. "I got his financial affadavit in front of me ... He's got a 2004 Maybach, it's a leased vehicle. The car's worth $55,000... His jewelry is worth $45,000 meaning everything you see has got to be fake. This guy is $7,000 in the hole every month."

Meanwhile, Foxy Brown, romantically linked to Ross, did not take kindly to being mentioned on one of 50's tracks. Brown had her reps issue a statement saying "Foxy is giving that nigga 24 hours [period] to retract that statement or she's going to handle [him] Brooklyn style."

50 responded by appearing in a video blog titled "Pimpin Curly" wearing a curly brown wig, saying

"Pimpin Ken gone say I ain't mother fuckin pimpin, nigga. You don't know a pimp when you see a mother fuckin pimp... 'cause I bought a bitch a couple fur coats! Mother fuckin bitch Foxy Brown gonna tell me I got 24 mother fuckin hours to retract a statement! That hoe done lost her mother fuckin mind, she don't know this is pimpin?!"

Ross since released a cartoon titled "Gay Unit Workouts," a diss track "Pushed em Over the Edge" and allegedly, a picture of 50's son Marquis on the Internet, which had his head photo-shopped over the body of a monkey.

From there, 50 got extra personal. Posting a video on http://www.thisis50.com/ of a woman believed to be DJ Khaled's mother, sleeping in her South Florida home while being filmed by some unknown individuals. The video shows the sleeping woman, unaware of what's going on, surrounded by unidentified men in thisis50.com T-shirts. 50's voice narrates the clip and warns "I'm not the kinda nigga you should fuck with, I'm special... I have less compassion than the average human."

(both the picture and video have since been removed from their sites)

stay tuned.

"For the first time in four years ... I'm siding with this dude. He's taking [Ross'] baby momma shopping ... She's trying on fur coats, and he got the Stevie Wonder jam in the background... Rick Ross, reach out to my folks. I can get you up out of this mess .... Rick Ross, holla at your boy, man. 50 eating you boy."

- The Game in an interview with Seattle radio station KUBE 93 FM

sippin on that sizzurp

"He got hooked on it, addicted to it, you go to the studio he got, like, a hundred Hawaiian Punches already pre-mixed with the stuff in it. So I kinda stopped speaking to him like, we already smoked mad weed, we don't need to be on Robitussin."

- Camron on Juelz Santana's alleged substance of choice

Juelz responds exclusively to HHW:

"Hell yeah, definitely. I was fuckin wit the syrup, I was drinkin it. I was smokin weed. That wasn't the thing, it's that he tried to compare it to crack, which was kind of inappropriate to me. It just didn't sound right, at the end of the day we was like brothers, so for him to say he stopped speaking to me for such a reason, instead of comin to holler at me so we could get the situation right, I didn't really understand it."

--My only question is what Weed, Robitussin and Hawaiian punch feel like ... when chased down with Patron?

Stall me out.

a bitch is 23!

kiss her feet. i love you, madre.

can i help you?

Coco is waiting for you...

Race on over to the Sartorialist, babygirls.
Scott's latest round of fashion week photos gives you everything you need.

Land of plenty - a Diary

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A whole room full o' righteous

2009 Vital Voices Global Leadership Awards

temituokpe esisi, nigeria
10,000 Women Entrepreneurial Achievement Award

hillary rodham clinton, u.s. secretary of state
2009 Global Trailblazer Award

sadiqa basiri saleem, afghanistan
Vital Voice Rising Voices Award

After the fall of the Taliban in 2002, Sadiqa Basiri Saleem returned home from a refugee camp in Pakistan to find 150,000 girls in her eastern Afghanistan province lacking the resources, security and support to go to school. Sadiqa and three other women pooled their money together and founded the Oruj Learning Center, which provided uniforms, supplies, and funding for 36 girls to study in an abandoned mosque.

In just six years, the Oruj Learning Center has grown in size, scope, and promise. Last year, Oruj provided for the education of over 2,700 girls in six schools and 200 women at four literacy centers throughout Wardak province. The center has launched a program for gifted students, focusing on English and computer skills. Its Family Welfare Center for the Elimination of Violence Against Women, a domestic violence prevention project, provides services to 14,000 Afghan women, trains government staff on domestic violence and encourages spiritual leaders to discuss women’s issues constructively.

diane von furstenberg
Presenter and Vital Voices Partner

chouchio namegabe-nabintu, congo
Vital Voices Fern Holland Award

In 1997, Chouchou began as a trainee and presenter at Radio Maendeleo, a popular local community radio station, and after volunteering for several years, entered the permanent reporting staff in 2002.

In the late 1990s, as Eastern Congo was overcome by violence, Chouchou turned her microphone into a potent weapon against the rampant violations of women’s human rights she saw taking place in her community. She gained a reputation as a journalist with expertise in women, health, and human rights. She also courageously denounced the corruption of mismanagement by public authorities.

Breaking News!

Michelle devours Andre's heart.

Michelle with MY STUDENTS(!) Truddie and Britney

First Lady Michelle Obama left the glittering splendor of the White House on Thursday to visit one of the poorest neighborhoods in the nation’s capital to push, prod and inspire struggling high school students.

Her visit to a public school marked the start of a star-studded career day organized by Mrs. Obama, who said she had long dreamed of gathering an “amazing group of women” to talk to young people.

On Thursday, the first lady and 21 other prominent women – including singers Sheryl Crow and Alicia Keyes, former astronaut Mae C. Jemison, the actress Alfre Woodard and the makeup maven Bobbi Brown – scattered to public and private schools across the region in honor of Women’s History Month.

At Anacostia High School, the site of a violent melee in November that sent several young people to the hospital with stab wounds, Mrs. Obama gave hugs, slapped knees and sat down in a semi-circle with 13 students, who were all juniors and seniors. (All but three were girls.) more

A First Lady after my own heart

“A real delicious heirloom tomato is one of the sweetest things that you’ll ever eat."
- Michelle Obama, announcing plans for an organic garden on the White House South Lawn

...While the organic garden will provide food for the first family’s meals and formal dinners, its most important role, Mrs. Obama said, will be to educate children about healthful, locally grown fruit and vegetables at time when obesity has become a national concern...

Twenty-three fifth graders from Bancroft Elementary School in Washington will help her dig up the soil for the 1,100-square-foot plot in a spot visible to passers-by on E Street. (It’s just below the Obama girls’ swing set.) Students from the school, which has had a garden since 2001, will also help plant, harvest and cook the vegetables, berries and herbs.

Almost the entire Obama family, including the president, will pull weeds, “whether they like it or not,” Mrs. Obama said laughing. “Now Grandma, my mom, I don’t know.” Her mother, she said, would probably sit back and say: “Isn’t that lovely. You missed a spot.”

You've really outdone yourself, babygirl!

i had a son once

he looked just like his daddy.

my mentor is better than yours

m: are you excited?
boog: yeh, im really happy
m: good, you'll do great
boog: aww thanks, m.
m: yeh, you'll be amazing. just be yourself
boog: okay
m: ...and take that nail polish off.

the top feels so much better than the bottom

:via bbm:

me: they were talking shit abt me
me: i cld tell
ma b: who?
me: the others
ma b: oh
ma b: fuck them

chuuch.

Two things

The shoulders!
The ever-drunkish eyes!
Babygirls, I hope you're paying attention.

As for the man on the left? Never that.

Irony and pity

I never stop trying to look as cool as I do when I'm not trying at all.

I think Toryn agrees.

i'm hard to work wit'

bitch, you coulda just said you was straight, ho!

just got this in the mail

and i really don't know what to do with myself.

if this is some sort of coogi short

i want everything to do with it.

to do-

ever tried
ever failed
no matter.

try again
fail again
fail better.

samuel beckett.

i'll have to commandeer

saturdays will, from this pt forward, always be spent in brooklyn. it took a little poking and prodding for kev to get me to canarsie, but 3 hennessys and cranberry later, i was in the passenger seat turning off his dream, turning on my yung LA, rappin' with curtis in the back, and spilling my to-go corona on the seats of his beemer. the three of us drove all the way thru crown heights to canarsie, askin 24 diff versions of this one question:



but ain't that "ain't i" outta heeere? ayyyy.

p.s. henn and cran will have you swinging from a chandelier butt nekked. i just can't be held accountable.
BE CAREFUL BABYGIRLS.

To a very righteous babygirl

Natasha Richardson, a beautifully talented actress and righteous AIDS activist, died today. We miss you already, babygirl.

FACE

barron trump.

this came on in my shuffle today

and i ain't even change the shit.

in my past life, i was vita.

dossier

i felt honored to be sitting in front of them. no one else on the less-than-crowded 2 train had the mind to notice their air. i had them to myself, as we were secluded in the back corner of the car. they in front of me. me in front of they. she was so soft. no, her hair was soft. it lay softly on his coat, and her wrinkled eyelids shuttered with both inaction and alertness. her hand lay within inches, millimeters of his, and i wanted him to grab it so badly. hold her hand. just do it. before "this is nevins stree-" had finished, their digits had finally grazed and found refuge in resting on the other. he and she is perfect. taking a respite from her respite, she looked to him and he said something abt her bag, and she smiled, and agreed. it was so warm, her smile. i sat there, hoping, wishing she'd look at me. smile me that same smile. but there was no room for me, because they were each other's.

she had a run in her stockings. on her right foot. the same run existed on my foot. my right one. hidden beneath my mocassin. hers looked better.

i stared at it long and hard. and i thgt, "i bet he loves that run."

they wore knicks messenger bags, and i googled if there was a game tonight. there was. she said "i wonder if josh wld like one of these bags." i cldnt hear his response, but her knowing and slightly embarrassed laugh suggested that josh wld indeed not like one of these bags. then i wondered abt josh. how old was he. did he see what i saw in these two? i hoped they were his parents.

i hoped they were mine. not my parents. just mine to keep. and to look at when the day was long and the wind was stale.

but they were each other's. and that's fine too.

cldnt escape the allure

of dyin' young, leavin' a good-lookin' corpse.
'course.

mr. quotable

"and if you wonder why the chip on my shoulder

is more like a brick or a boulder...



you'll understand maybe. when you get older."

it's been sunny in London all week - enough to allow me to forget how far i am - but it's just feeling more and more like home to me.

the funniest part is that people are starting to tell me that i sound Welsh. is Cardiff a half step between New Jersey and East London? haha.


if so, God help me.

What Rocks

it's funny, the older you get, the things that you miss. all the fools who told me how much i'd miss Georgetown when i was in school. laughed at them like, 'if only you knew how many papers i have to write. how many bitches i want to beat up. how much my boyfriend lies. how inconsiderate my roommate is (not you pina:). how broke i am. if only you knew ...'

and now, to think ... i'd give all this up for a chicken madness, a bottle of wine, and some good friends to roll around the floor with.

life is funny like that.

ya'll don't know how good you have it ...

A note from Maddox

"to look like this is the end goal of all of my earthly pursuits."

what i did this weekend

in black.

yahweh is good

Where to begin?

Two in a row!

Andre been workin' on Anna for a minute.

Gibberish infringement

"Gibberish" is probably my favorite song off of Ryan Leslie's self-titled debut album - he killed it as the opening to his first show at SOB's last week. So imagine my surprise when I heard Bizzey's "Angel" - interestingly enough, NOT authorized by Ryan Leslie:



Hmmmm....

Don't look at me, I'm famous

All photos yanked from the olsen-files.com.

I KNOW you missed her!

“This is my first time in Paris besides being on the Vogue cover and I love it. I love it! I love it! I love it! I love it and I love it! I guess I should stop saying that soon!... People recognize me here which is always wonderful. I saw Carine outside of the Margiela show and it was the most fantastic experience in the world. She’s amazing!”

And what does he do full-time? “I’m working and living in Vienna as I’m helping promote and raise awareness with the Life Ball! You have to keep it international, honey!”

From the Daily

tête-à-tête

"Honey, when you feel like you're going to pass out, just have a multivitamin and a raw almond... works every time."

Joy of fashion

jourdandunn


sashapivarova


georgiebadiel


rosecordero


liuwen


raquelzimmerman

Marc was so fucking on point for Louis, babygirls. Though not necessarily what I'd consider the best of the fall09 shows, this was probably my favorite to flip through on style.com.

Joie de mode, indeed!

Best dressed

Chinese movie star Gong Li attended Marc Jacobs' autumn/winter 2009 presentation for Louis Vuitton (more on that later) looking PICTURE PERFECT in Louis Vuitton S/S'09. So good, babygirls.

Image via Vogue, of course.

Gimme That Purp'!

I'm neither much a fan of Ed Westwick nor Chuck Bass, but that purp' suit must needs hang in my closet as soon as possible. Not sure what designer, but I'm on it.

popsug'

For the record

Ryan and Debbie aren't really engaged.


Yet.

Righteousness Hall of Fame

I just love the Rev. Dr. Calvin O. Butts III (get to know him).

Rev. Butts first won my heart when he endorsed Hillary. And then, upon receiving a copy of A.L.T.: A Memoir in the mail, I read this:

"From Sundays at Mt. Sinai Baptist Church in Orange County, North Carolina to the French chateau of Karl Lagerfeld, André Leon Talley paints colorful pictures of life filled with style and grace that are both instructive and entertaining. Young adults should read this book. It celebrates luxurious living that is rooted not in the material, but in the spiritual. André Leon Talley's sense of the feminine, and his celebration of the highest elements of style, make this a must-read memoir."
-Rev. Dr. Calvin O. Butts III, pastor, the Abyssinian Church of the City of New York

Preach.

Heaven.

babes in toyland

natasha poly, lauren santo domingo, olivier zahm, lily donaldson, raquel zimmerman, milla jovovich

sometimes i don't know whether this shit is fabulous or just depressing.

plus we knuckle up unorthodox.

love.

they forgot abt the 4th coast.

it ain't nuttin' tho.

'gail thayer esselen

say hi to andre's sister.

was your mother a disciplinarian?

my mom licked me--that was her punishment. if i was a little uppity or if i didn't listen or if she wanted to get my attention, she'd lick the side of my face or under my armpit. my mom's a six-foot-tall amazon and she'd say "you came out of my vagina and i own every part of you," and she'd lick me like i was her wee pup and she was a lioness. very primal. it's not spanking, but it definitely works.

rosario dawson. the new york times style magazine.

el anatsui

made from scrap. quite literally.

QUEENS.

Love doesn't hurt.

I've heard about two people make sense when addressing the Rihanna tragedy. One of them is Hilary Duff: “I wish her all the best and want to let girls out there know that it’s never okay to be treated like that.”

The other, finally, is HRH Oprah Winfrey. And babygirl sounded almost as wise as her favorite author:



Thanks, Momma! We needed you.

G.O.A.T.

Christopher "B.I.G." Wallace
May 21, 1972 – March 9, 1997

We miss you, Big.

madame tussaud's features beyonce this week!

they said no.

Amy has been denied a visa to enter the US to play at next month's Coachella festival in California after being charged with assault last week.

She is said to be "gutted."

(don't feel so bad ... i know plenty of folks that has happened to ....)

One Art

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
Places and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost two cities, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

-- Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of loosing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (write it!) like disaster.

One Art

Elizabeth Bishop

1927 - 1979

"you were your own prince charming"

so she responds to the text, feigns excitement, opens her door, and saunters back to her couch with an unwavering disinterest. he follows, loving the look of her back. her sass. he gives 90 and she gives 10. but that's all he's ever wanted. an inch of her attention. she lets him love her, but only until she can't be bothered anymore.

she stares at her ceiling feeling her eyes well up. she is happy the lights are off. he is happy to be inside of her. her thoughts race to where you are, they wonder what you are doing, they keep her wet, keep her clawing, keep her yelling. she wants to say your name. feel your back. squeeze your skin. she is suffocating at the thought of you. the vigor with which he shoves himself pushes her further out of him and further into you.

she almost lets it all out. but in the fell clutch, she remembers,
keep your fucking cool.

hey, bitch

watch out

i'm plottin'.

so the summer passed and now the rabbit's old?

{or maybe when your neighbor does you a huge favor and he sells you that rabbit that's been sittin' in his yard. you fix it up, you trick it out, you give it rims, you give it bump. you give it all your time, 'cause that's all you can think abt...}

and where i wanted to go from there, the whole summer that's all u cld think abt. even tho if u cut it off and start that bitch up, you need a jump. like your needs and your want to grow. and you change all the time. so that rabbit that u thgt abt that whole summer, the next summer, you didnt want that rabbit no more. you wanted somethin bigger and better. so the summer passed and now the rabbit's old? right. so now you want a cadillac.

i am so fuckin' serious abt this song.

co-signer

and what he meant by "the life files" was "righteousbabygirls."

fyi: the blog ain't even great.

GLOBETROTTER

Secretary Clinton received like a ROCKSTAR in China!

Sen. Hillary Rodham Clinton, with the late Stephanie Tubbs Jones, March 4, 2008.

Doin' big thangs.

Dr. Maya Angelou & Hillary Rodham Clinton, Winston-Salem, NC, April 2008.

Hillary Rodham Clinton & Renée Zelweger

Chelsea Clinton, Donatella Versace & Gwyneth Paltrow

Hillary Rodham Clinton & U.S. Vogue Editor-in-Chief Anna Wintour

Close friend Oscar de la Renta & Hillary Rodham Clinton

Hillary Rodham Clinton, being sworn in as 67th U.S. Secretary of State, with President William J. Clinton & D.C. Associate Judge Kathryn Oberly

Congresswoman Sheila Jackson Lee & Hillary Rodham Clinton

New Yorkers for Hillary!

The War Cabinet.

America Ferrera & Hillary Rodham Clinton

Dear World,
Get ready for AMERICAN DIPLOMACY!
Glamorous, no?

Double the O! Double the Righteousness!

Oprah Winfrey, with her first human cover-guest ever, on the cover of O Magazine, March 2009.


Our Role Model, in many ways.

1stLady & Oprah Winfrey - downright righteous.
First time she's ever shared the O cover with another human.
Don't nobody else will do.

How DO I Count the Wayyysssss???

GOD IS WATCHING US... FROM A DISTANCE.

I can only aspire

(You MUST click to enlarge this beauty, babygirls.)

Style Icon and recent Oscar-winner Mickey Rourke strolled triumphantly through the streets of NYC on Wednesday looking simply divine. The shoes! The gloves! The scarves! The jacket!

THOSE LIPS!

This would be stolen from the Sartorialist, but Scott was somewhere between Milan and Paris at the time.

Perfection in Pareee

Liya Kebede opened Balenciaga's stunna of a show at Paris' Hotel de Crillon yesterday lookin' 824 kinds o' righteous.

Don't Tell Michelle...

At an event honoring women in the military in Arlington last week, Michelle-Our-Belle looked straight outta 1991, and I was LOVIN' EVERY MINUTE OF IT!!!

overheard from under a desk in london

"how much fun! im so excited. but if you talk to that bitch you're dead. haha i'll come visit you. and he and i will realize we really were meant to be. im half joking, half trying to remember how big his penis is..."

guess how much....

your answer:
(9,872+3,128,019)2 - (9,413,673/3) -.74 + .01 = x

maybe success smells like tonic water

yesterday we launched "Cities: the destination identity". after working harder for more consecutive hours than ever before in my life, our entire team went out for a wee celebration. And got absolutely shattered. nicely put, it was a bloodbath. almost no one in this division remembers how they got home last night.

i, on the other hand, woke up at 6:00 this morning feeling amazing! didn't need or use an alarm or anything. jumped up, ran into the shower, dancing all the while in celebration of my champion drinking abilities.

needless to say, i was still drunk.

as i sit here at my desk, colleagues in and out of the toilet, head pounding as if i've been hit by a truck ... the only part that i really mind is the crippling nausea. all emails in and out read something like this:

Colleague: Jesus, I feel like shit... couldn't feel worse if I tried. x

me: same here - it's crept up on me gradually. Awful x

Colleague: Let's have a really early and long lunch

me: perfect - not sure if i can eat. don't know if food this morning did good or bad things for me.

Colleague: my personal feeling is that eating is absolutely fundamental to the recovery process along with a full fat coke. i can't be bothered. x

me either.

speaking of 'ether'

no, no, no i fucks wit the homie, mane. (nohomo)

power foods

get to know these 12 babygirls for increased energy, help burning fat, and a few other righteous nutritional gifts:

1. almonds & other nuts
2. beans & legumes (chick, black, kidney, soy, &c.)
3. spinach, broccoli & other greens
4. leanish dairy products (cheese, yogurt)
5. oatmeal
6. eggs (organic cagefree, obviously)
7. lean meats & fish
8. peanut butter
9. olive oil
10. whole-grain breads
11. whey protein (ricotta!)
12. berries

from the abs diet

There once was a time...

...when all was right with the world.

cancun, we comin'

de 5oh7.

dear dream,

your whole album is abt nivea and lil' wayne.


and i don't know if that's on point or a disaster.

pls advise,
boogie

(i wld post the link, but eflat wldnt like to get arrested, as he has sketchy ass industry connects. but next week when it's available, revisit this.)

did y'all know...

...that ron browz and his fine ass produced this:

DEAD.

eflat says...

baby, only thing you gotta worry abt goin' out there is gang colors, nahmsayin'.

!!!

dear kim,

i think it's time we called it quits.

"Tita prepares quail in rose petal sauce. The meal receives an ecstatic response from Tita's family members, especially Pedro, who always compliments Tita's cooking. A more curious affect is observed in Gertrudis, the second sister. The meal serves as an aphrodisiac for her, arousing in her an insatiable sexual desire. This turbulent emotion pulses through Gertrudis. When the meal is complete, Gertrudis goes to prepare a shower to rid herself of the pink sweat and rose-scented aroma she emits. The force of her heat and passion, still strong from the aphrodisiacal meal, causes the water from the primitive ranch shower to evaporate on contact and eventually sets the structure on fire. Fleeing naked from the burning shower, Gertrudis is scooped up onto a galloping horse by a soldier in the revolutionary army, who was drawn to the area by her intoxicating scent. The soldier and Gertrudis ride off. She comes back the head of a revolutionary army."

xoxo,
gert.

quotable

"it takes quite a strong man to say, 'my woman will always achieve more than i ever will, she will always have more power than i'll ever have, and she will probably be more popular than i'll ever be. and i don't care.' that, to me, is abt as close to the definition of a man as i've ever gotten."
-rupert friend as told to emily blunt, march's Interview

keep 'em, kei.

i see you christy

lookin' like a blk woman and shit.

escada campaign 2009

where are you in life?

well well well, look what i found

"to the most rightious of all babygirls, i am so proud of you! i am too thankful that t$ brought us together to terrorize the suicidal. congrats.


love you boo,
j. vincenza blaise"

ha!

Righteousness Hall of Fame

ZAHA HADID
Architect.

Zaha Hadid is an Iraqi-born British architect and the first female recipient of the Pritzker Architecture Prize.

For me personally, there is no better example of the transformational power of architecture than Hadid's Rosenthal Center for Contemporary Art in Cincinnati, her first American building. The New York Times called it "the most important American building to be completed since the end of the cold war." It proudly proclaimed itself among the humdrum banks and downtrodden Section 8 housing of downtown Cincinnati without seeming painfully out of place. It felt like my best vision of me.

As a teenager with dreams and interests a touch flashier, shall we say, than many of my classmates at our all-boys Jesuit high school (in the student paper, I declared the tranny-licious Hedwig & the Angry Inch soundtrack one of the year's Best Albums [it was!]), Hadid's masterpiece spoke to me and lifted my spirits every time I saw or occupied it.

There is sooo much more to see of Hadid - like the Chanel Mobile Art Pavilion she designed for Uncle Karl - but this has to be my favorite. Google away, babygirls!

Question of the day

Why the fuck don't I have a "favorite driver in Milano?"

hype cldntve fucked this up if he tried

the best movie introduction that you've seen thus far.

was there something you needed?

now if i'm losing you, tell me and i'll double back

yeh i wanna be witchu bad, whatever you need me to do. i need to stop by the sto' to get ya uncle some cigarettes? you know'm saying, i need to get ya momma wig off layaway? whatever you need. ya lil sister need some mcdonald's? want her fries hot? you know'm sayin whatever i gotta do to come over there i'm doin it. you know'm sayin' i'm just here to be wit ya baby. whatever u need, you kno how we do it. i wanna be witchu bad. nice juicy lips like you been kissin on a hot stove. i'd love to be wit ya baby. just hang out like wet clothes, whateva you wanna do. whateva it take to get wit ya baby. ya know what i mean? i gotta bake you a pie? stand on the corner wit a bowtie? whatever it take to get wit ya. i wanna be wit ya.

With apologies to SJL, Boogie, Toni et al

There was a great piece in Politico last week about the well-connected network of Deltas in D.C., of which my girl Stephanie Tubbs Jones (above) used to be queen. These babygirls know how to get the job done!

the colour & the shape

jil sander (by raf simons)
fall/winter 2009

on harlem heights...

i fell asleep.

gayer than gay today

boog: that latina made me feel insecure. like i want to have more body. i need to look like that in my dresses!
kim porter: NOOOOO you don't! do you know how many breakstones are prolly under there??
boog: hmm...i guess you're right

:15 google searches later:

kim porter: as i can't find a smidget of cottage cheese
boog: RIGHT!
kim porter: plastic surgery in brazil costs 25 cents anyway. ask tameka
boog: hahahahhaa. hater!
kim porter: and i approve that message.

click here for what murdered me.

living in vagina power...

Sent at 12:23 AM on Tuesday

delores: OMG bitch i think my PHONE called her by mistake while i was shaggiiigigigignggg

me: hahaha
lei lei is going to kill me!

delores: as she's like "were u ok yesterday" and im like yeh i was out of town that's why i wasnt at church

me: uh huh...

"why do you have a password"
my astroglide laden elbow can't spell butter, that's why
delores: hahahahahha

BITCH im HOLLERING

me: that coulda been your mother!

delores: she goes "cuz ur fone called me like 1 30 am and i was screaming ur name i thgt someone was hurting you!! then i listened more closely and heard the sexy music in the background and i was like DAAAAAYYYYUM BOO!!! Okkkkk go heaaaad!"

DEAD.

i need some space.

me: you made my coonery poetic!

boy do i have a post for you!

Lauren: hahhaha

uuugh are we competing!

me: you just stay awake harpers

i took my thumb out for this!

for a short time, everything about this blog was free. my most profound feelings, biggest regrets, funniest mistakes, and deepest depressions were here. baked at 350 degrees. in a glass pan. for 45 minutes. i either couldn't tell you were watching or didn't care. i had to get out everything i was thinking and feeling because someone needed to hear it. someone needed to know someone just as fucked up as them. and i did it for those moments...

there was love. have him like i've had him. your table is ready. retrospect for life. when things were going well, when i was smitten, ya'll knew. i was freed by my utter happiness. no holds barred.

and then there were waterguns... i began using this freedom as a tool to dismantle. i knew you were reading, knew your mouths were so big and lives were so small you'd run and tell him. you would try to destroy whatever sick twisted shit we had but little did you know, we destroy our shit on our own without your help or interference. but, at the end of the day, the show i put on was MINE. There was freedom in my humor, my grit, my bitterness, and my downright despair. Just click the "not dirt on your name tag." i know now that it hurt him to see me write those awful things... but ya'll knew it'd hurt him to read them so i'd ask if you were any better.

and then there were the biters. imitation is the best form of flattery. you copy the shit, misspell it, misquote it, and don't give credit. but honestly, i think that's best. i'd rather pretend it's a coincidence.

i say that to say this, we need some fucking space. no one wants to blog about how they really feel cause we're too worried abt how you really feel. too worried that you'd get jealous if we say how great our sex was. or how fucking not tight you are. or report it to the bureau of toilets if we say we took a shit. or hi five me at school for not masturbating. it's inappropriate. it costs us good posts. and when we pay that cost... we're not free.

i miss those days. when i cld curse the ex out. and tell dora that his daughter was a clepto. talk about a date from hell that ended in bar nun and shout from the mountain top, "i had great sex in ohio!" ....oops :/

i need space.

fine, j.

2/9, 1:30 am, brooklyn, full moon from my window

"when i'm between your thighs i feel at home. i cld be there all day."

when it is too late she will make a decision. she will pick door #1. and when she does, she will find in that moment. that the decision is no longer hers to make.

my blake, incarnate

bleezy f. baby


nahla a. aubry

stay hungry.

i'm absolutely getting there.

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don't leave me out

quotafuckingble

Lauren made me take it down.

-not abe

the reason why God made pimps...

is so hoes could have a man.

"anybody got a quarter

for me so i can drop it like it's hot?"

somebody paid.

::seconds later..::

somebody got dropped. on the express track

well hello!

RE: they love me out in DC, just like go-go

quotable

i dig her 'cause she's honest and she do me just because. she want it and i want her, that's how the niagara falls.

i handle my b'iness so i think i deserve to get throwed

yeeeaaaaaaaah.

i actually have no desire to meet any more white women.

all i wanna do is go to DC every weekend. arrive at jordyne's house to a pot full of curry chicken. watch the trailers for "harlem heights" 72 times. die 72 times. clown unsuspecting niggas at our hookah table in adams morgan. right in their faces. threaten to end friendships over games of UNO. witness a man performing oral sex on a jumbo slice pizza. steal j's car bumpin' "they love me out in DC, just like go-go" out of penny's little speakers. eat brunch with ashley in georgetown and discuss the many reasons why we're not going to middlesex's 5-yr reunion. have my neos run up to me and have a conniption on sight. fuck up some henry's soul food. show up to ozio's at 1 am to be greeted by jenai lookin' like a sexy ass blow-up doll. take a shot of patron. repeat 3x. steal a drink suge knight bought for said blow-up doll. do the stanky leg. meet a nigga from new orleans, that i didnt hate immediately. drive back to j's house. wonder how we got there alive. drunk sext. wake up at 11 am. dead. proceed to read susan miller's predictions for Virgo, Aries, and Libra, respectively. which satisfies neither j nor myself. play gospel music on youtube. hear hezekiah walker proclaim "NOT Allah, NOT Buddha, BUT Jesus!" enjoy that. leave at 12:50 to catch a 1:15 bus. get to bus stop at 12:59. be sad.

hold the white women. i'll have 2 sides of the district of columbia, please and thank you.

additionally, my main course, courtesy of WPGC, needs to be this:



i'll have it no other way.

Meet Alice Dellal:

not sure if she's big yet at home.
i've lost all perspective.
generally speaking.

Alexis who?

Meet Amber Rose.
Rumoured friends with Princess Rhi Rhi
and Kanye West's new girlfriend.
Honey, I like yo style: