Bey Season

Since it's only 3 p.m. and I have two hours to go with nothing to do, why not blog again? I usually don't do posts about specific people, especially celebrities. I'll leave that to YBF, but..... I was just looking at another blog and the writer posted Bey's "Single Ladies" video. I heard the song about three weeks ago for the first time. It was one of those 5:00 drive "exclusive premieres." I thought it was okay at first listen. My good friend, who is pretty much a Bey closet-Stan said she didn't care for it. I told her not to worry because she'd like it no matter what. In a just a couple of weeks, it will become the new club banger, the new "Get Me Bodied" (Lord knows, I skipped over it on the CD until the video came out), the new Woman's Declaration for everyone who got slighted by the one they thought would put the ring on it.

I must say, everything Bey touches turns to gold (eventually). I mean this chick is gyrating in a one-arm bodysuit and the entire country is trying to learn the dance moves and find a body somewhere that halfway looks as good as hers. So I'll try my best not become tired of Beyonce. I love her, really I do. I feel like it's about to be system overload, like when she re-released B-Day. I might not be able to take it.

But I'll still be the first one at Circuit City to cop the album and the first one to purchase my ticket for Essence Music Fest.

I think she sprinkled some pixie dust on us. Damn you, Bey! Damn you!

I Guess I Should Post Something

Seize the opportunity while you can, someone once told me. So here I am...finally blogging again. It's been crazy busy for me lately. One of my bestest friends from college/LS/roommate visited this weekend. We chilled basically. The highlights are as follows:

Attending Smokie Norful's (her pastor) live DVD recording. I hope I'm on camera. Then again, maybe not. He was excellent and my fave, Ty Tribbett was there bouncing off the walls as usual.

Attending a demo for Zumba and pole-dancing/strip aerobics. (Don't ask how go went from gospel concerts to stripper poles--it was all my idea!) Two things I learned from that: I'm out of shape!! Like foreal to be the lil slim something that I am. It's a shame really. And finally, strippers need to win awards (if they don't already). That ish takes some strong muscles and stamina. After TRYING to swing on the pole, I gotta respect where it's due. I wasn't that bad though. A month or so and I'll be decent. Our instructor is in the Air Force. No more than 5'2, 100 lbs maybe. Fly a plane and work the pole. That's a bad B! I'm hatin'! lol

Eating the BOMB sushi at this spot out east. FRIED sushi is the best, hands down!

In other news, our new Boss Lady is arriving next week, so my supervisor has strategically planned and made it possible for everyone on the old wing of the office to switch offices. I now have her old office. A smaller space (which keeps me from falling asleep somehow) and my very own door to open or close. I think I'll go with the latter of the two. It's a gift and a curse though. See, there's a door, but next to it a window. So everyone can see as they come into the suite. What does that mean? It means that I have to stay busy or atleast look I'm doing something constructive at all times. That's not difficult these days though. Random cell phone convos and extended calls on the office phone? Out of the question. Oh well, moving up costs.

This morning, I looked like shit. No other way to say it. To me, anyway. This thing called PMS is real, people. I looked and felt like crap. Once I got into the office, I turned Fred Hammond on on my mp3. I said prayer and just sat there. It worked. I FEEL much better. Looks is another story though.

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Thoughts While Eating Cheesecake Bites

I'm sitting up here...eating cheesecake bites, listening to these fools on Michael Baisden tell why they are not ready for a black president. Get the ___ outta here! Granted this is an old episode, there are still some people TODAY who will not vote in this historic election because they don't want to get summoned to jury duty. What the fuck is that about??? Atleast you get a day off work! Or they don't want Obama to get murdered. Pray for his safety and move on. The bottom line is what will be, will be.

I didn't even intend on writing about that, but...

So homecoming is coming up this weekend. I'm looking forward to it. It's my 5th year reunion in the Alpha Tau chapter of DST. Yay for Spring 2003! Anyway, the past two weekends I have chilled. Like foreal. I haven't done anything social for several reasons: I need to rest up because work is and will be kicking my ass until the end of the year. Also, there just isn't anything to do! Well, maybe it is. But still...

For like five minutes I thought how pathetic it was to not do shit every weekend, but then put all my excitement into one annual event where thousands of alumni will try to relive their 4-6 years of college in 2.5 days. That's what happens when you're an adult. What happened to making memories every day? Atleast every other weekend?

Anyway, maybe it's the period talking, which is why I'm STILL on these cheesecake bites.

Goodnight. Off to watch SNL slam the debates!