Guilty as Charged

I have a new fetish ...well it's still gaming but it's Gears of War specifically now. Being that I'm an unemployed house tramp now, I get to hang out with equal losers on 360 gaming all day long. Why is this you ask? Because I am far to muthafuckin cool for these symps in El Paso. Take for example, the fact that I still get glammed up to go grocery shopping and to literally walk around the house sippin' mimosas at 10:30 AM. So, anyhoo....I'm into Gears of War like it pays. This game features the ability to go through the game in Campaign Mode with an online buddy. THe coolest part is you pick up wherever you ( as in yourself, you), left off with anyone on the internet. LOVES IT!!! I ran through the game with my little dude, Minicheiftain and then with my husband Phil. I am rocking out with these achievement points too. Shouts out yet again to Mini Me for the 1/3 COG tags.

All Relaxers are not Created Equal

On a personal note, since I have no one to share this with other than big phil, I'm going to share this with my net family. I had to concede and let someone relax my locks recently. I am still sensitive from the greasy rundown that was my head when I left this little shop of horrors. I should have went running when I saw that I was the ONLY patron in the whole place AND this lady was locking up after I left, HOSTEL style. I just knew I was going to wake up sans a kidney in a tub of cold water. What went down was considerably worse though. We went through the obligatory stylist to customer talk, such as what products do you use in your head, etc. I said Phyto Specific and she was like , Who is Feeto, I ain't neva heard of that... Chance number two to bounce. When I I tell you all I could have did this in the bath tub and the results would have been better, please don't take that lightly. THis place was scary, nothing like my lovely posh haven of hip, Beauty Fetish. SHe had six boutiques and none of them were in real working condition. Like the chairs was on the pole crooked in one, glass was broke in the mirror in the other and so on. But the real issue was HER. She looked like (and turned out to be too) a church ursher -not usher, ursher_ at a COGIC church. Yep. I got hosed Davey I got hosed. She said she was giving me a mizani relaxer, but I didn't see one Mizani bottle in there that wasn't from their 1985 promotions. I mean i was ready to bounce if Phil hadn't dropped my ass offf in the Barrio of El Paso. She was a good 255lbs in a moo moo and had more gel in her hair than in her vintage styling bottles. Pray for me ya'll. Anyway she tops off this ethnic experience by dumping grease, gel and spritz in my head to create in her eyes a classy do for a classy girl.

Now I can go audition for Soul Glow commercials and make grease spots on unsuspecting upholstery.

S.O.S

***Adriane and Sharunda I need you, please clear a spot for me when I come to Atlanta for the holidays*** Still stranded in the hear of nowhere..... Princess

Apparently...

I see no has any interest in hearing the outcome of part one, so we'll just keep it moving, because I hate drama. So I'll just share my cool new experiences in the wild wild ass west. I love the serenity that comes with looking at mountains and sky, I love it. Initially I thought I would die out here, now I know I'll just become another texas hick. Don't get me wrong though. All sorts of fab has come out of the lone star state. Beyonce ( though I can't stand the way she talks, kinda like a retarded kid. Really), Steak (I pity the cows here), the Texas Whopper (Burger King had to capitalize on that) and . President Bush is the biggest exception, and while I still can't fathom how the retards here float to the top of all the other coolness I'm going to let that stream of consciousness go. WELLLL....as you may imagine there are lots and lots of Mexicans. So many that I feel like an outsider in my own country speaking on English an French. I suspected that I'd have to learn Spanish but now I know those silly middle school decisions may have actually held some weight. IF I had chosen that wretched Spanish class with all the other slight skewed kids in line, featuring Carlos Lopez (the Extra Mexican professor that you could barely understand as he bellowed at you when your weren’t in his class), I would currently be able to communicate with my maid. Then again its kinda good that I can't because I hate holding those precious moment conversations, on the real. I like it that she shows the fuck up , cleans and bounces. I also always request silence at my spa appointments too! Shouts out to Key Lime Pie and Spa Sydell in Atlanta. The Aveda spa out here is chock full of some truly talentless people. I had a massage that I couldn't WAIT for it to be over with. The room was cold and the technician wore gloves? WTF? Black folks ain't that rare out here that she could possibly have that "colored people are dirty" mentality. Needless to say AVOID the AVEDA day spa on SUNLAND PARK ROAD, SHOULD YOU WIND UP IN THE MIDDLE OF FUCKING NOWHERE. Well, this was a rather random post. Peace out.