Ice Cube And Me: Or My Attempt to Rap

It is finally Friday...hence my homage to Ice Cube, to the tune of "It Was a Good Day."

Just wakin up in the mornin, gotta thank God

Got my shortcomings but a nice lookin bod

Picked out a nice skirt, you'll like how I rock

It's summertime bitches, I don't need no sock

Free breakfast at the office and I eat all I can

Twenty-fo years old, still workin for The Man

Finally got a chance to go see Janelle

Gonna get my "herre did," no grease and no gel

She knows how I like it, real cute, a little sass

Just makin sure the dudes take a glance as I pass

Looked in my mirror and not a pimple in sight

And everything is alright

Got a text from ____, and he can *bleep* all night

It's just too bad I don't get down like that

Gotta get up early Saturday, lay down my yoga mat

Besides I got plans to see Miami Vice with the crew

What I'd do with Jamie Foxx, don'tcha wish you knew?

Later, you can get me on the dance floor and I'm scary

You can get with me if you're not too hairy

When it comes to a party, I just don't play

I believe it, today will be a good day (shit!)

JW Marriott, Silver Spring and McDonald's: Or the Good, the Bad and the Ugly

Meg was in town for a wedding and made room for me in her schedule so we could catch up over Starbucks and chill in her luxe suite at the JW Marriott. I love that girl and always feel like everything is right with the world when I am near her.

I went on a match.com date...another one for the record books. After trucking my tired ass all the way out to Silver Spring, I had two drinks, some uninspiring conversation (though I do now know how crazy the sister of a complete stranger is...), and a ride to the Metro. He wants to see me again, of course. *SIGH*

The bright golden arches beckoned to me during my walk home, and I failed to resist stuffing my face with some McDonald's french fries. That's just ugly. This weekend should be much more interesting.

Summer of the Shoutout: Revolutionary Diva J

Who else can you call on to go to a Kelly Clarkson concert, plan the overthrow of the white male power structure, drink lots of wine and cuss out your ex while destroying mementos ALL IN THE SAME NIGHT? In my mind, there is only J.

Vital Stats

• Years of friendship: 3, give or take. The last year or so has been the most active.
• Hometown: The Richmond area, VA
• Prized possessions: A multitude of fashion accessories
• Celebrity crush: Jake Gyllenhaal
• How we met: Chopin Gal, who we ironically don't see much of these days. And we went to college together.
• Where we've been: Destin, DC, Dur'm, Atlanta, Miami, Orlando, maybe Vegas...
• Favorite memory with J: Too many to count. But I did just read her book, which is fabulous. It's heavy, y'all. Definitely not a good bedtime story.

Why I love J:

• Her notable quotables: "Clearly," "Cank," "Slizzard," "Bitches", "Kushushu," "Fussin," etc.
• She taught me that you should just march into any old place like you know what you're doing. 99% of the time, no one will question you, especially if you're tall like J.
• She helped me plan the first and only Revolutionary Summit.
• She knows a lot about Africa.
• She invented "bucket punch."
• She has a cute nephew who rocks rough and tough with his lopsided afro puff.
• She helped me see the distinction between being crazy all over and just crazy about some things. AND why there are very few women cuter/better than me :)
• She knows the words to all Michael Jackson songs and is always up for a night of dancing.

And there will be pics of her posted as soon as Blogger stops effing around. Ah, here we go:

Did You Really Need to Know That?: Why Facebook/MySpace/Friendster/Other can be bad for your health

It's my own fault, really. I stumbled upon FaceBook in its infancy (when only snobby private schools were invited, before they started letting in the rif raff aka state universities. LOL), and being a senior in college with a secured job offer before fall semester exams, I clearly had NOTHING better to do with my time. You know it, FaceBook and all the other sites like it are just like online crack. There, I said it, you're no better than any Tyrone Biggums on the street looking for a hit.

There are several reasons, besides potential addiction, that you should steer clear of social networking sites:

1. You don't REALLY want to know about your ex-boyfriend/girlfriend's new main squeeze, let alone see the cheesy pics of them wearing t-shirts with each other's image on it. *sigh and shake head hopelessly*
2. Great - now the world knows you left your bra in his car.
3. Your grades, if you're still in school, will suffer.
4. Your boss, when he finds out you spend all day online, will fire you.
5. You too can become the victim/perp of statutory rape.
6. Worse, you can find half-naked pics of your little sister/cousin/babysitting charge online.
7. You will get mad at friends for missing out on important info - "OMG! I posted it on your wall, so why didn't you meet me for happy hour?"
8. You will feel the need to "add" people as friends just to avoid pissing them off.
9. You will become an "egocaster."
10. You will be exposed to terrible "music."

That being said, I am a an active and loyal member of the Facebook, MySpace, and though I seldom use it (read: never), the original Friendster. *SIGH*. Like I said, it's hopeless. Ooh, somebody tagged a new photo of me. Gotta go.

Beachy Keen: Or Ode to Assateague Island

So if you know anything about me, you know that I love the beach. It doesn't really matter where on the planet said beach is located, you can count me in for a good time. Luckily, I have found in my good friend H a kindred soul that shares my love of all things sand-and-saltwater related. We headed out to Assateague Island, MD this weekend, and it was a blast as usual...even the occasional raindrops didn't stop our reckless cavorting. I'll post some picture highlights when stupid Blogger gets its shizz together and stops timing out :(