Thursday, April 30, 2009

Sean Penn -- Divorce?!

Welp, it's official. Sean Penn filed for a divorce--excuse me, I mean "legal separation"--last week against his wife Robin Wright Penn. This is the second time these folks are puttin' themselves through this.

(photo found on http://www.abc.net.au/reslib/200712/r213898_826764.jpg)

What makes you divorce not once but two times?

What makes you, after years of marriage, decide to end things?
What makes you fall out of love with someone and then in love all over again?

These are the questions I'd love to ask them not as celebrities but as human beings. It's scary being young and in search of love. But, even scarier thinking about marrying an individual for the rest of your life. I understand that, probably, with time and maturing I will feel the opposite. However, at this time, I don't.

Any insights, peeps?

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Swine Flu!

Aight, so, forgive my lack of posts, peeps. I've been sick. And no no no no, not with the Swine Flu. Just a cold. But damn,


Don't go ta Mexico.

Friday, April 17, 2009

Chuck E. Cheese's - Fight?

Check it --

Two Boston moms got into a crazy ass fistfight at Chuck E. Cheese's Saturday. Apparently, one woman's son "hogged" an arcade game from the other's 9-year-old birthday boy and the arms started flying.

(photo found on http://www.i-mockery.com/minimocks/cyoa2/chuck-e-cheese.jpg)

Is Chuck E. Cheese's putting crack in their cotton candy? This is like the twentieth fight that I've heard about in a month at this place. Why are mothers taking out their recession frustration in a place full of smelly kids and shitty diapers?

You don't see recent graduates like myself doing this or going insane over not being able to land a job or pay monthly bills. We just keep on chuggin' away.

Thank god Chuck E. Cheese's is filing charges against these mothers. The world's a much better place now that they're going to face consequences.

Can't have peeps going Chris Brown on folks.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

List - Pros/Cons - Los Angeles.

Los Angeles

Pros
1) 24/7 sex on the beach weather.
2) Good lookin' bodies and pretty faces everywhere you turn.
3) Mellow, mellow, mellow.
4) If I drop my make-up bag, peeps help a sistah pick up her shiznit.
5) My room isn't a small box that costs $1,000 a month.
6) When people reject you, at least it's with a fake smile on their face.
7) Happy hours at every corner!

Cons
1) Easy to waste the entire day with the sunshine and beaches at your disposal.
2) Too many fake smiles.
3) You get the strange feeling that the person who helped you pick up your make-up bad is also talking about you behind your back.
4) Everyone is "in the business," or about to be the next Brad Pitt.
5) All about connections and who you know.
6) No one wears sweats...ever.
7) You may see 10 black people outside of Compton, Hawthorne, and the LAX area.

Adam Lambert - Gay?

Word on the street is American Idol's Adam Lambert is a raging queen after photos of him kissing a man appeared all over the Internet.

(photo found on http://www.flickr.com/photos/twilighter_team_edward_4_life/3282130316/)

Is it not obvious?

I don't know what gave America the impression that he's gay. Is it his flamboyant attire and mannerisms? The three layers of mascara and lip gloss? It is the theatrical, diva, everything-but-masculine way he performs? I mean, come on folks, it doesn't get gayer than Adam Lambert.

Even my balls are bigger than his.

And you know what. It shouldn't and doesn't matter. Adam is a talented, classy, handsome man who blows --no pun intended--everyone away when he sings each week, gay or not gay. I'd love to see him crowned the first homo idol not only because he's fabulous but also because it would make me proud. And, from what I can see, it would also make the rest of the world proud as well since he's leading the pack.

Come out, come out.

Friday, April 10, 2009

Dating - Mixed Messages.

INT. BAR - NIGHT
Nicely decorated. Crowded with gorgeous Women. Hip, trendy music plays. I stand against a wall and see a cute white girl. We'll call her Crush.
I smile, glad to see her. Crush smiles back. Approaches me.
Me: "Hey, how are you?"
Crush looks at me, but quickly focuses her attention on something else. What's she hiding?
Crush: "I'm good! I'll see you later. Gotta go say hello to a friend."
I reach out to Crush as she walks off, not understanding why she's running off before the conversation had a chance start.

Me: "Hey, did I say something to offend you?"
Crush: "No, no, of course not."
Me: "Well, you've been kind of short with me lately. Not as friendly. Just wondering."
Crush: "We're cool. We're totally cool. I just didn't know you were so young. 1986. Wow."
Me: "So, that's the deal breaker?"
A pause. Her eyes focus in on a cute black gurl, then back on me.
Crush: "No. See that girl over there. That's the one I told you about who I've been sleeping with. She has a girlfriend now and I blew it."
I sigh inside myself. Why does she have drama I didn't know about. As much as it pains me, I add to the conversation --
Me: "Oh, really. So, what are you going to do?"
Crush: "I don't know. I don't have a shot anymore with her. God, she's so hot. I can't even be around her."
And like that, my Crush is off and heading over to one of her friends. I think to myself, what a player that one is. I think, is she stupid for passing me by? I wonder if I have enough cash for another drink.

At first I was upset. She gave me mixed messages and it hurt my feelings that she was inconsistent. But, at least she was honest with me. I know that sometimes we can't help how our heart reacts to others.

Doesn't mean a sistah can't feel a little disappointed. Ya live and you learn...right?

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Kal Penn - White House.

Just heard the White House has hired actor Kal Penn as a liaison between Barack Obama's administration and Asian constituents. Looks like homeboy won't be on "House" anymore (he just got killed off) since he'll be working with our prezzie.


(Photo found on http://www.desinotes.com/img/kalpenn.jpg)

I really admire the guy for following his Heart. So many of us don't do that these days. Intead we may hide behind our fears and do something that's safe our entire life...or when it's too late. He left a show that paid him a lot of money to follow his dream. You can't put passion into a dollar amount.

If we all had the guts to do what he's doing, perhaps we'd be better off. I wish I could interview him and understand what made him do this as a young person. I'd definitely shake his hand. He inspires me to think about my passion and my goals. About what mark I want to leave on this universe before I leave it and go into another life and body.

Thank you, Kal.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Poem - Maya Angelou.

Today I woke up with thoughts in my hair. I thought of how far I've come and of how much I've grown. I thought of clouds and stardust. I thought of the sun and the smell of cactus underneath a clear, blue sky.

I thought of being a young woman and getting old and grey.

I wonder how it tastes on a cold tongue during a hot night. I thought of how lucky I am to have a strong, loving family. And as I rolled by the gorgeous mountains surrounding my hometown, I wished I could create a time machine with my hands so that I could save the image for the days I needed to see them most.
I thought of life and how short it is. I thought of love and words and poetry. I thought of colors and time bombs. Of a black moon and a red pool full of hearts. And then, one of my favorite poems popped into my head --

"Phenomenal Woman"
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Maya Angelou

Monday, April 6, 2009

Reading List.

I love to read and I think it's great for keeping every mind active no matter what age you are, or gender.

Words change lives.

Here's what I'm reading these days --

Reading List
-The Miracle of Mindfulness by Thich Nhat Hanh
-Making Peace With Your Parents by Harold H. Bloomfield, M.D.
-Love Poems from God by Daniel Ladinsky
-Story by Robert McGee
-The Dance of Deception by Harriet Lerner, Ph. D.

What's on your reading list?

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Dinah Shore - Pros/Cons.

Dinah Shore
Pros
1) Honies, honies, and more honies.
2) Guaranteed to get a great tan.
3) Parties everywhere, especially in the hotel rooms.
4) Encouraged to be your lesbianic self all da time.
5) There's alcohol around every corner. Good alcohol at that. Dinah doesn't bring cheap ladies.

Cons
1) Need at least 1,200 dollars or a sugamomma to attend (includes lodging, drinks, etc.)
2) Vomiting will occur often due to over consumption of alcohol and other fluids.
3) Promoters have a stick up their ass, actually a few sticks.
4) High chance of running into an ex who is more than likely making out with someone you know.
5) Too much sun will tire your ass out and increase nap time.
6) You'll fall in love, kiss, have sex with a woman all in one day and then hate her the next, which sucks, because you'll keep running into her the whole weekend.