Salutations blogheads! I must say, I'm feelin extraordinarily gangsta right now. Why? Cause its thunderstormin & lightinin, and I got a big ass tub of hot water with my feet in it, under my desk, next to these eletric wires. (gangsta, stupid..tomato..tah-mah-to)*shrugs* Normally, my feet wouldnt be in a tub of water...but seein as how I thought I HAD to be cute today, and wear my GORGEOUS STILETTOS with the Swarvoski crystals on em (thats the eye candy ya peepin, upper left) my feet on swole like Esther Rolle after a Porkchop dinner. In case you aint up on thangs...pregnant women+skinny heels=fat ass sausage toes & hamhock ankles. All in the name of Memorial day. I couldn't step out lookin unfly today, not when there'd be so many people out and about on the block. I did the typical coon thing, hit up some BBQ's and ate. Somethin' has been tuggin at the depths of my soul today though. I didn't taste ONE GOOD BIT of chicken! I'm not a big chicken person myself (and FUCK YOU, cause I'm STILL BLACK!), but I can deal with BBQ chicken. I went to 3 BBQ'S. The first chicken was too dry. How the hell do you have some ol Sahara Desert-strike-a-match-start-a-fire ass BBQ chicken?! The second, tasted like it was marinated in salt for the past 13 and a half months. Then the third looked beautiful. Gorgeous. But tasted like a heap of burnt ass metal. So I ask you, America...WHERE WAS THE GOOD DAMN CHICKEN TODAY? On another note, all day long I've been thinkin about my Childs Pops. Poor baby is sittin over there somewhere in the fuckin desert on some secret ass mission, not able to use the phone, and for what? He doesn't even know why hes in Iraq. None of the boys that go over there and come back seem to know why. It pisses me the fuck off to be blatant about the situation. Especially since its Memorial day. Another thing that makes me mad, is when I have my son, he wont even be able to come to the U.S. and see him until November. Thats some ol fuck ass shit right there too. I was raised in a Military family, and my Pops and Moms were both in the Army. They BOTH told me that they've never heard no bullshit like a man not bein able to come home to see his child bein born. I dont wanna turn this into a bitch-and-moan-blog though...so I just wanna give my thanks to anybody (livin or deceased) thats in the service and fightin for me...although I dont know what the fuck ya'll fightin for since gas is STILL just above $3.00 Swalla back youngin's.
