It’s a shitty low grade shot, but there are more to come…

*as proclaimed by JazzyRae of Nerdlike

Disclaimer to the np’s out there: I have strayed…but I shall return to my happy nappy self in about two years.  I always come back.  Blame it on my schizo hair tendencies.

Meet my new favorite tumblr blog: LOLBook.nu

Hilarity. 

I’ve always thought Lookbook.nu to be a tad…serious…and someone, in true subvert fashion, came along and gave it the LOLCat treatment.  Enjoy yourself.

Erykah Badu – “Bag Lady”

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Don’t hurt your back dragging bags y’all.  Too much can stagnate you, weigh you down, and keep you from moving on. 

All that you have to hold on to is you.  No more, no less.

tamales are essential to the soul. 

just thought i’d let you all know.

I just cut my hair.

A LOT of my hair.

It’s not an Amber Rose, but it’s pretty short. 

I hate the control boredom and passing thoughts have over my “better judgement.”

It was a long day today.  The fact that a certain someone is kissing way more ass than necessary in a vain and fruitless attempt to get ahead did not make that any better.

At least I got to go outside/run errands for a spell. 

I got a nice compliment from a gentleman on the elevator today.  He didn’t see my back half, so methinks it was genuine.  Awwww.

Lost is on tonight, but I can’t watch it until tomorrow.  Sucks.  Who’s watching ABDC?  Better yet, who is your money on?  I think the Beat Freaks have this in the bag.  As they should…

I’ll tell you guys a secret: sometimes I think I’m psychic. 

Seriously.

I mean, there are times I have dreams/visions and they come to pass.  Sometimes it takes hours; sometimes days; sometimes months.  But eventually, and sometimes unexpectedly, they come to pass. 

At other times, I have some crazy dreams/visions.  These don’t usually end up manifesting in the real world because they involve some pretty weird shit.  I mean really weird.  I don’t want y’all judging me, so I’ll leave it there.  LOL.

Now for the crux of this post.

I had a dream (or maybe a vision) that involved a pair of shoes (HOW TYPICAL).  These shoes weren’t like regular shoes.  They were more like hooves.  Horse’s hooves.  I won’t bore you with the details of this, but I do remember the word “stallion” being used a few times over.  I blame rap music. 

Normally, I would file this under the latter type of dream/vision that I described earlier, but then I saw this today at Signe’s blog:

Call me now for your free reading.

I’ll be honest; Tracy Reese’s FW09 collection emboldened me to purchase a couple of pairs of over-the-knee socks.  It also made me look twice at this ruffled skirt that has been hiding in my closet in an H&M bag for the past three and a half months because I thought it was too short.  Trust, I was on a desluttification mission this morning. 

Ok, so it wasn’t exact, but who cares?  LOL.  The fact that I got to wear a certified club skirt in the daytime without showing the world my ass was rewarding enough.  Almost as rewarding as rifiling through racks and learning that the black satin lapels and cuffs on this blazer were pre-attached.  Fake layers usually scare the hell out of me, but I actually found this to be funny. 

Is anyone else watching Barack address Congress?  I swear this man could make me believe the sky is purple and that I’m really heiress to the throne of Zamunda. 

Oh, and I have a new necklace in the works.  I think some of you may like this one.  =)

Happy Tuesday.

Side note:  To the two that searched and found me using “crossing jackets”…I mean…I can tell you about them, but clearly, you can’t get them here.  LOL.  Now where are you from and who are you with? 

I find that chauss is the best at doling it out:

stay away from the mailbox (the bills, stock portfolio nose dives and other crap will still be there tomorrow)

do not watch too much t.v. (doom and gloom, gloom and doom, recession…blahs)
true blood new stuff is NOT on until the summer so you are not missing anything…

buy some gorgeous, glossy march 2009 magazines.
yeah.

dream.
meditate.
eat chocolate.
drink exotic coffee from far away places.
laugh. alot.

If you ever need an uplifting word, go to her site and read anything.  LOL.

<3 you, chauss!

This is the last picture I have with my beloveds on completely intact.

And now I’m missing out on meeting up with Geri to see the Rodarte sisters and because I let someone borrow my car (IDIOT!).  AND I suck because I shot “No Buy Month” to hell with only 5 days left to go. 

This week needs not to start off in this manner.