September 29, 2009
I told you I’d have more of Stacey L. Moor’s debut novel It’s Me Again. This pics up right where we left off, so ENJOY!
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Across the room, against the brick faced wall that Billy Holiday sang in picture perfect positioning above the fireplace and walking slowly down the first fourteen stairs of the railed stairway, I feel their eyes on me. They were here.
“Well it’s good to know that Starr wasn’t lying about knowing you. Now I can say that I’ve met Q, too.”
“It’s nice to meet you ladies as well. Starr is cool peoples. You can always count on her to tell you the truth.”
“Whether you want to hear it or not,” the Godiva Diva says as she takes a drink.
I can’t remember their names. I want to, but they are not on the agenda. The only reason I came here was to get a few things off of my chest and to show and prove. This was the day I could finally get everything out of my system and stop wondering if they read the emails I sent, or if texts sent to old numbers made it through to the right recipient.
“‘Countdown’ is just so sexy to me,” Golden Girl in purple says without the playful tone. Her voice sounds something between a soft scream and a raspy whisper. I smile to myself thinking yeah she would be the one to get me in trouble. “How’d you come up with that one?”
The smirk that slinks across her lips adds to the excitement in her eyes. She wants to know… The freckles dotting her nose betrayed her regal bone structure giving her face a playful side. A picnic for a queen, something different from what she was used to that could uncannily make her happy. I wondered if she had freckles anywhere else. We could play connect the dots and ride the rollercoaster the lines could create. I had to write that down. I could use that.
The melody comes to me in my head as she puts her purse between her arm and her small but perky breasts.
“It just sort of happened. I was at a show and in the front row was a woman that looked like she stepped right out of someone’s fantasy. She was dancing against a speaker and everyone was paying attention to her and before I did my set, I asked one of the crew to bring her up. Decided to do something new and play what I was thinking on stage. Turns out she was deaf and heard the song through the vibrations. Set a speaker on its side, sat her on top of it and started singing. It was an interesting night.”
“That’s so hot,” See-Through says.
“That’s real cute,” the Godiva Diva added.
“So what happened after the song?” Golden Girl in purple asks.
“Let’s just say I thought of a whole album after we left.”
“Lucky girl, but I’m sure if you had a new subject, you might get even deeper…”
Remember why you’re here I thought. Remember why you’re here. But damn she was bad and she was a troublemaker! I think I’m in love… again.
The tension a little too thick in the silence, another of her sorrors joins our round table discussion minus the round table. Where the hell did they find these women? And how come they never looked like this when I was in college?
“I love your whole album. Particularly ‘No Other.’ I must have played that song until I wore a hole in the CD.” She looked Spanish with Egyptian eyes and black girl thighs. The jeans she had had to have been tailored for her because there was no way in hell all that a- “I’m Marissa.”
Damn.
I can see why. She was built like a monster and I bet she was part vampire.
The girls don’t greet her the way I expected them to. No side eyes or sucking their teeth or clearing their throats. They are cordial asking her ‘when did she get here’ and the usual rhetoric that comes with these parties.
“The food’s on the patio, just in case you were hungry.” That was See-Through. Her face not playing along with the other two women’s faces she had to be the hood chick of the group. Drop the smile and pull out the Vaseline and a blade from her purse in a heartbeat type of chic.
I had to write a song for that type of woman. Maybe make it an up tempo song, or get a rapper on it or something. But it would have to be street. Mix a little sweet talk-shit with a little bit of love and fast money or fast cars or a getaway driver dodging his ex while his new woman was straddling him. Yeah, I think to myself that would work out cool.
I introduced myself formally to the Liberian Girl that was part Dirty Diana but gorgeous none the less. Took her hand unlike the way I had with the three in front of her. Made it known that we were talking about favorites and why that was hers.
“The words, love the words. Remember freshman year had a man sing that to me with the cherry blossoms falling on the far side of campus. Sweetest thing ever.”
“Mmm…” that was See-Through again.
“You Ok, Toni? Need another drink?” Marissa the man stealer says it with sarcasm seeping through the secret punch. Toni, that was her name. I knew it was something with a ‘T’, crooks her head as she raises her cup and stares up and to the right.
“No I’m fine, I only keep one in my hand at a time. I’m not as big as you. I don’t want to get overwhelmed and have to have someone’s man carry me out.”
“So, uh… let me get this straight,” I said trying to stop a potential problem before it starts between these fine, young ladies and they ruin my plan. I touch their hands when I try to remember their favorites. Didn’t help that I only knew two of them. Damn I should have been listening.
“Toni, what was your favorite?” Her hand was across her body so I touched the bare of her upper arm. My hand almost the length of her shoulder to her elbow, she almost immediately gets a little color when she turns to me. Noticeably enough that her cohorts start smiling hard, all except Marissa the man stealer.
“Uhm… ‘Sideways’ is probably mine,” she says.
“‘Sideways’? Really? Didn’t think anybody knew about that.”
“Really,” she reiterates. “Kept me up through a lot of late study sessions.”
“You were in accounting, anatomy doesn’t count Toni.” The man stealer strikes again.
“You know what?” See-Through, I mean Toni, starts in but I cut her off.
“Think you must have great taste if you got what that song was really about. Remind me to update it before I leave, please.”
“Sure,” she says. She switches the weight on her feet by popping her dominant leg back as far as she could… she was bow-legged. And tiny.
The old me would have had fun with her and her man had to have been a fool to cheat on her.
Then I think about who was standing to my right and I remember why.
Wasn’t right, but I understand.
I look to Golden Girl in purple and touch her hand asking her, “‘Countdown’ was your favorite, right?” Her head is held high as she smiles above her drink, sipping it as she stares at me.
Godiva Diva… What was her name? I don’t remember. Damn.
“I’m sorry, you have such a dope complexion, do you mind if I tell you what your favorite song should be?”
The girls look at her before she answers, “No, go right ahead.”
My Godi-va Di-va
Sweet-er than chocolates underneeeeeath the
Sheeeeeeets on a warm day,
Sweeeeeeet is all I’m gonna say
‘Bout my Godi-va Di-va
And you can’t haaaaave none- eeeeeiiiiiitha
They all looked shocked as do some of the guests that were standing in earshot of us. The look on their faces telling me they thought about just wiggling out of their panties and putting them inside my jacket pocket.
That song would definitely have to make the album, couldn’t wait to perform that one. Pick a dope berry out the crowd and pull her up on stage and we can sell the new CD to the crowd wanting to relive the performance.
“I’ve… I’ve never-” the Godiva Diva stutters. “That was beautiful but I’ve never heard it before.”
“Just thought of it while we were standing here. Have to jot a couple of things down before I forget them so if you’ll excuse me, ladies…”
I make my way through the growing crowd, away from the four young ladies watching me walk to the kitchen table and pull a chair out. They look back and forth to each other, mouths open and expressions still looking like they finally realized it was a man’s world. We could turn the table on y’all women at any given moment. ‘Cause we’re men, that’s what we do.
I hum the words to Godiva’s song, jotting it down phonetically so I could remember the melody later back at home. I did the same for the other three women, wrote down the songs that clung in my head for each. This was going to be a very, very sexy album. And I wasn’t even having sex. Go figure.
I smiled my way back through the nodding heads and shallow smiles to place Starr’s housewarming gift that I left on the counter when she swept me away, along with the rest of the gifts. There wasn’t much room on the table so I put it on the floor at the end of the row of gifts placed along the stairwell. I could feel my leg shaking but that soon stopped with arms wrapping around me from behind.
She placed her head between my shoulder blades and let a sound that I couldn’t tell if it was a moan or a sigh.
I turned to see if it was a fan that had grabbed me or one of the four women that had just had my attention but before I could, and to my surprise…
She says, “You smell so good, Spiv,” before I make it all the way around.
Nobody calls me that but them.
“Uh, thanks?” I said. What else was I supposed to say? I couldn’t talk shit to her because I didn’t know which one it was. And I’d be damned to give in to them like I wanted to with a big cheesy smile. That would only mean that they’d won. But fuck… I was already here! Bearing gifts and shit! But I didn’t make the first move, so technically, I won.
I put my hands on hers, freed myself from the grip of a knowing stranger and turned to her. At first I didn’t recognize her.
At first, I thought she couldn’t have been real. At first…
Elyse looks up at me and smiles like the best friend of my ex-best friend used to smile at me. She has that winning smile that you see on flyers, posters and commercials during halftime. Her lips marked with some shade of carmine, still look as tempting and suckable as ever. Her eyes are bright and fixed like the money in the Geico commercials. This is what a million bucks looked like.
“Long time no see stranger.”
“Look who’s talking,” I tell her. “Look at you.”
I hold her hand above her head as she twirls in a circle for me to get a nice full view of her and the woman she has grown into. She points out the shoes that she just bought that were to die for. Literally. Someone got their ass handed to them when they tried to jack her for them. Some little punk-ass purse snatcher tried to snatch them as soon as she walked out the store with the bag in her hand. Too bad they didn’t know she had a kung-fu grip or notice the steel tipped heels on her stilettos.
Damn, I just fell for it.
Those damn diversionary tactics that these women play. She was the decoy to size me up. The untouchable one turning the tables on me in front of them for everyone to see. It was plain as day. I could see what was coming and I walked right into that mine field.
“Elyse, Elyse, Elyse… How have you been? You look-”
She cuts me off. Talks fasts and smiles wide as she says, “Go ahead and say it. Everyone either says I look crazy or-”
It’s my turn to cut in, “I was going to say, amazing.”
“Yeah,” she says smiling up at me, “how did you know?”
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Come back next week for the 3rd installment. And definitely support by picking it up in your bookstores. I firmly support new literary talent when they work as hard as this man.
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September 25, 2009
Even though we’ve never been formally acquainted, Christian Louboutin is my future boo. These are the Nitoinimoi (how the hell do you say that???) boots. When I see that word, I pronounce it HOT! These bandange boots are like a Herve Leger dress for your feet. They are fierce (if Tyra will let me borrow the word).
Leather: check
1 Inch platform: check
Just roll me over, because I love them. What do you think?
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Never featured Brian Atwood before, and these boots are a perfect way to start.
These Brian Atwood Slouchy Hidden Platform bootshave so many dope features its not even funny.From the leather side ties, to the 5 1/2 inch heels to the 19 inch shaft. They also have a padded insole to take some of that pressure off your feet while strutting in them.
However, they cost $1,170. Not really up my ally, but FAB none the less.
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What happened to Joan? aka Tracy Ellis Ross? I love her, and some of her fashion choices. And I love her hair, I wish my hair would look as cute as hers does. It’s of similar texture. I wish she was in some new projects, or a new Girlfriends. She’s talented if you ask me!
Anywho, tell me she isn’t FAB?
I love that orange dress! Oh, did I mention I’d shot for her shape. I ca’t afford the trainers at LA Fitness to get that shape!
I love a cute Penci Skirt. this is to cute. And those bangles: HOT!
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September 24, 2009
Look at how the regular little sized baby is looking at him!! Hilarious!
Biggest Baby I’ve ever heard of born in Indonesia. Even though she had a c-section, my stuff hurts for her!
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September 23, 2009
Matt Damon starred as Mark Whitacre in Steven Soderbergh’s newest. I kept seeing the previews and thought this would be a funny movie, how can it not be with a quote like, “Call me 0014, because I’m twice as smart as 007.” The movie was pleasantly funny. The funniest parts to me are the Matt Damon voice overs. He goes off on random tangents about things like cheap ties.
Whitacre is a middle America exec of a corn company who has their product in everything in the early 90s. (High Fructose Corn Syrup anyone?) Marc doesn’t like how his company does business so he gets in cahoots with the FBI to bring them down. His ultimate goal is to be the “hero” and put the company back on track.
The funny part is that the FBI doesn’t seek out Whitacre, Whitaker goes to them. He starts this big elaborate investigation into the company and then begins to feel weird about it. He tries to back out, but being that this is the FBI you just can’t. The movie follows Whitacre on this journe and eventually unfolds that Whitacre is involved in some shady things himself, but I won’t tell what.
My biggest problem with the movie, and this may be due to Soderbergh, is that it felt like I was watching Matt Damon’s character from the Ocean’s movies go on an extended undercover coup. In case you don’t know Sodergergh directs the Ocean’s series, so maybe that is why.
The guy who hosts E! TV’s The Soup was really good in this movie. And the wife, Ginger Whitacre, I know I’ve seen here before. But when I IMDB’ed her (real name Melanie Lynskey) I couldn’t place her in any of those things. Even though I saw Away We Go, I couldn’t place her character. She was also in a movie called Itty Bitty Titty Commitee!
All in all, I say go check this out on a lazy Sunday afternoon. It’s a good laugh when you need it.
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September 22, 2009
Today I’m featuring an up and coming author, Stacy L. Moor. He is a Jersey Native and has been focused on his writing thing ever since, well forever. He is This guy is definitely going to be the next big thing, showing people (myself included) that if you don’t give up and follow your dreams, they can come true.
YOU are getting a sneak peek at his debut novel, hitting stores on Oct. 13th. I’m going to give you a piece each week for the next 3 weeks, so stay onto your seats.
I couldn’t believe I was here.
Standing on this doorstep.
Right now.
With this gift in my hand like I haven’t been away from her for more than four years! Heart pounding like I’m dusted or something and all I can think about is why am I-
“Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey! I’m so glad you actually came! Damn boy you been eating good, hunh?” She seems to giggle all that out in one short breath.
“Yeah, I’ve been doing alright. All I do is work and stay in the gym. You look good yourself, Starr. You’ve done a lot of growing up, too.”
“Well ya know, can’t stay with tight shoestrings and high waters forever. But, damn boy! Come in! Come in! Acting like you’re a stranger and all! Everyone’s still not here but the ones that are here, are mostly on the deck and in the living room.”
She looks nothing like the goofy teenager I remember. Nothing like the little girl I used to take to the park and buy ice cream off the truck for. Was I really getting that old? Or was it just a shock to know that after everything that her sister and I had been through, she would still think of inviting me here. I still wanted to know how she got my address anyway.
She shuts the gigantic red door behind me but doesn’t lock it. I assume that it’s because incase no one hears the doorbell that guests can walk right in. Or, she was letting me know I could run when ready.
I walk into the loft that she now calls her own. The decadent, high ceilings with several skylights along the center mass really add to the décor that was already impeccable. I guess Hoboken had really rubbed off on her. After not seeing her for years, I have to kind of admit that I could see why I stuck around for so long. She’s beautiful and artsy like her big sister. Although they shared the same genes, they couldn’t fit each other’s jeans. Slimmer than her sister and about four inches taller, Starr aka Starry Sky was the polar opposite of her older, overbearing sister. If they were twins, it would be an easy choice on who to pick.
She led me down the railed stairs as she pointed out paintings and sculptures her boyfriend had done. The ones on the side walls were new but the older ones were her favorites. Her finger shows the direction of where particular rooms were and I should have been listening to her but I wasn’t. I had tunnel vision and was trying hard not to trip down all of these stairs. It wouldn’t help the plan to become the center of attention any way other than how I wanted to be. Starr told me that she helped put the track lighting in along with the brick face on the far wall. Said that like she was proud that her mother’s and sister’s attitude towards manual labor was not hereditary.
Fourteen steps until we were on the first landing, we stood against the rail as she pointed out faces in the crowd. Old friends, new friends, business associates, her boyfriend and his frat brothers, a few of her sorrors… I remembered the names and the associations, but I didn’t look at their faces.
I don’t know why I was so nervous, things had changed.
We moved off the platform, down the other fourteen stairs onto the hardwood floor that looked like it had been freshly shined. Starr being the nut that she is tried to slide on it. I smiled as I told her some things never change.
“And you know this! Maaaaaaaaan! Look! There’s mommy!” she said grabbing my hand.
Mrs. Crespin was standing by the sliding door with her eyes on the clouds and a drink in her hand.
Starr pulled me through the crowd towards her as I tried to keep the tunnel vision focusing on her mother only. I wanted them, if they were here, to see me first. I didn’t want to know they were here unless they were right n front of me. I heard my name being called but it wasn’t to get my attention, it sounded more like a warning.
“Look who showed up!” she says to her mother. Mrs. Crespin turns a slow head doing a double take when she recognizes me. She smiles at me the way her youngest did a few moments ago.
“Quentin? Look at you! How have you been?” She hugs me, “It’s so good to see you. How’re your parents?”
“Everyone’s good, no need to complain. Hopefully it stays that way, God willing.”
“I’m sure you keep doing the right thing and HE will take care of you and yours. You really grew up in… what has it been? Four or five years?”
“Something like that,” I say to her with a slight smile that felt as phony as it probably looked.
“Glad things are working out for you, son. Well I’m not going to keep you, sure you have to make your rounds but I’m right here. Oh, Joe says hi.”
“Joe? He’s here? I thought-” the words run into themselves in my head when I remember that Mr. Crespin died two years ago. Summer told me that it was hardest on Jewel. All the arguing that she was doing with her parents about her direction made her move across country and change her number again. She didn’t get the news about her father being sick until she was on a plane a month later and ran into her old roommate who knew everything. She got the news at thirty-thousand feet from someone other than family about her father.
I could only imagine how she took it.
How she tried to act like she was unaffected by it while sitting next to her deliverer.
How many gospel songs she must have sung in the bathroom of that airplane while she tried to fix her make-up after crying into her hands while she sat on the toilet, letting it all out.
I try to say my apologies, the smile on her face telling me it was ok. Starr’s still holding onto my arm as I hug my adopted second mother and tell her I’ll be back around in a little while.
“Ok, baby,” she tells me. Swishes the ice in her drink about and stares back up at the sky and nods. She looks back at me before turning back to the higher up and her lips start to move like she was continuing her talk with her husband.
“What did you put in the punch?” I ask her as we walk away.
“You know Mommy doesn’t drink. OJ and Cranberry juice. She started doing that every time it was a nice day, said that those were Daddy’s favorites so, she does it now too.”
“Oh. How have you been you handling it?” This was the first time we talked since before her father’s funeral. A funeral that I couldn’t make because my own father wasn’t doing too well. It didn’t make sense at the time to pay my respects to a man who I wanted to be my future father and leave my real father’s bedside since the doctors didn’t believe in miracles like my mother did. They said he didn’t have long, but you can never tell with those situations.
“Some days it’s hard. Just want to cry in a corner but whenever I do, always hear a voice telling me to get up and stop crying. Know he’s watching me,” she says as she leads me back into the living room, “so he’s not really gone. I still have to make him proud.”
“You sound like a young version of your old sis. The version of her that we both liked.”
“Yeah, right?”
We walk through the back of the loft as she tells me about how she wanted it to look, and how everyone thought she was nuts until they say it. Starr shows me the bathroom that has a shower without walls and a floating sink set inside a full length mirror on the right wall. Tiny tiles had been cut, shaped and carefully placed to look like the moon in the sky surrounded by stars along the entire bathroom.
“This is the masterpiece,” she tells me with a gigantic smile on her face. She lifts the lid on the toilet and I wonder if the yellow in the bowl was supposed to be part gold or something.
“Who didn’t flush the toilet!” she yells. “That’s just plain nasty! Bet it was one of Jerry’s damn frat brothers. The nerve of those ungrateful…” She takes a deep breath and flushes. She washes her hands as I see what she wanted to show me.
“Wow, that’s funny.”
“I know right! I did it all myself when we bought this one. We had to throw the old one out because it just didn’t fit in with the décor I wanted. So every time I have to pee or poop, I get to do it on his face.”
“You’re special.”
“I know.”
She hits the second switch on the bottom row of the panel along the wall and we leave the sexy shower, magic sink and George Bush with his shit-eating grin in the dark. The moon and the stars glow when the lights are cut off. How cool is that?
She pulls me to the bedroom and tells me, “It’s not Movie-Starr fashion yet, but it’s the Music-Starr Suite.”
A guitar signed by Anthony David hangs on the wall in front of a life-size painting of him. The waving musician is next to the piano that faces the wall so the painting of Alicia Keys can play it. I didn’t know it was supposed to be her until she told me. It looked kind of funny but it was a lot better than I could do.
The large treble cleft and double notes followed by a myriad of sixteenth notes flows in magenta against the vanilla walls accented with cranberry etching.
Her Mac sits on the nightstand next to her bed alongside the projector facing the only bare wall in the room.
“Guess you don’t need a TV.”
She smiles at me with sneaky eyes, “Nope, I have a movie screen anywhere there’s a wall. It’s so the new hotness right now.”
“Hotness?”
“Hotness. And look at my closet…” She sings, “Tadaaaaaa,” as she pulls what I originally thought were curtains to the side. Her walk-in closet has barely any room to walk in. The girl was a packrat to the fullest.
“Ok, don’t really look in it, ‘cause it’s messy but it’s dope. Jerry built the shelves and I painted them.”
“How long have you been with dude?”
“Jerry? Since junior year. He asked me to his prom and I told him he had to meet my daddy and he wasn’t scared like the rest of the guys that asked me to go. He walked me home from the bus stop and we sat on the porch talking until Daddy came home. Jerry stood up, shook his hand and asked if I could give them a minute.”
“Did it the old school way, hunh?”
“Yup. Daddy walked in the house with Jerry behind him and did that little smirk he used to do. He walked right passed me and went into the kitchen. Jerry asked me right there in the doorway if I would do him the honor of accompanying him.”
“Your dad let you go to a senior prom when you were a junior? What were you? Seventeen?”
“Sixteen, and of course he let me go! I make my own decisions and I was just informing him that I was going anyway. I didn’t have to ask.”
“You asked your mom first didn’t you?”
“Yup.”
We laugh as she does the running man in front of the window before looking outside. Starr waves excitedly to get her boyfriend’s attention out on the patio. He’s drinking a Heineken and not watching the grill and from the dark smoke coming off of it, I’m not eating any of whatever he was burning.
We head back to the where the guests are gathered and Starr leads me to her friends as polite ‘how do you do’s accompany dainty hands with soft shakes and warm smiles. She conveniently has to go fix a problem in the kitchen and leaves me alone with three very, very, very attractive women. She tells them to behave, I’m almost family so respect me as such. They look amongst themselves and chide Starr as she struts then skips towards the kitchen.
I know how this is going to go…
I ask the ladies how they know Starr and they give me their answers in unison.
“We were all on the same line in college.” Starr was in college already… funny how times flies and people grow up.
I must have given my age away when I shook my head thinking, the things I was thinking would get me arrested in a few states I’m sure. I’ve got to get out of here.
“I like your new song,” one of them says. The golden one in the purple dress that looks like she would be the worst of the group, so bold and beautiful stared at me with those hazel eyes and fingered the cowry shell that clung to one of her locks.
I think I’m going to hate her if Starr takes very much longer. She would be the one I would let get close because she came to me first.
“Thank you,” I tell her. “Which one?”
My eyes don’t leave hers but I take in the oversized yellow belt that she had on also matched her shoes. The cut of her dress clung to her sturdy frame, the definition of every muscle underneath that royal color begging for attention. The crisscross stitching in the hem of her dress insinuating that it had been taken up a notch since the fabric was the thickest there.
“All of them,” she replies.
Damn, she is going get me in trouble.
Luckily her friend to her left saves me by asking me how I knew Starr. Tell her that her older sister, Jewel, used to be my best friend.
“Used to be? As in past tense?” she asks.
I turn my attention to her, the Godiva Diva dressed in teal and white. Her brightly colored suspenders matching the plaid in her shorts that left all of her thigh exposed lay nicely against the bare white of her shirt and so appealingly against the depth of her dark skin. With her heels on she’s the tallest of the group. Slim with thick legs, her locks the longest between her and Golden Girl in purple.
“Sometimes people grow apart.” I try to say it with sincerity not showing the regret that has added to the reason.
“I hear that,” is the first thing the little one says. Barely five-foot I surmise, she was so light she could be see through in winter. She was cute but the Halle Berry old school cut wasn’t working for her. Was the side of her head faded? Did she have stars cut into her hair? What the hell?
“Mmhmm… like Marissa.”
“Yeah, just like Marissa.”
I took the bait. “Who’s Marissa?”
“She was a friend that wasn’t really a friend. She slept with all of our men freshman year.”
“Wow, that’s,” how funny is that I think. “Sorry to hear that.”
“No need to be sorry,” Golden Girl in purple insists. “Any man that’s not willing to wait until I’m ready to hand over my virginity doesn’t deserve it.”
Her girls look at her before following her eyes to mine.
They bust out laughing before apologizing and Golden Girl starts blushing before she laughs as well.
** END**
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September 18, 2009
This weeks Fashion Friday is about a girls best friend (besides diamonds!) Shoes & purses. And this week its about booties. Lately, I’ve been obsessed with getting a pair. I’m waiting for a great sale before I make a commitment.
These are the Chula Ankle Boots by Carlos Santana.
These 2 tone boots are ADORABLE!! I love the reptile printed fabric on the rounded toe and they have my favorite thing: a hidden platform! They are 4 inches and to die for. Absolutely to die for! Thoughts?
Can you see it? Tights + tunic + These boots+chunky jewelry? YES!!
These can be found at Macy’s for $119. Not bad at all. Not bad.
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Apparently LongChamp bags are the cats meow. Anyone who’s anyone who needs something cute, sturdy and fashionable has one. And what’s not to love about them?
The popular Le Pliage Tote Bag is water resistant, folds flat for easy storage, and has a cute leather trim. And it isn’t as expensive as one would think, it’s only $125. If you go to their site you can even customize it. They have Le Pliage sizes ranging from coin purses (45) to super large tote bags (135)*.
I need one. I am a little rough on purses so I need one that can stand up to the test of time..
*prices in quotes are starting prices. Additional features such as long handles and embossing cost extra.
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OMG, who is this shoe maker? This design is absolute HEAVEN!
I know I can’t afford this, because apparently, Gianvito Rossi is like a shoe GOD! This design is flipping great!
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Fashion Friday stomps on!
Red Suede Booties. something about the pleating of this bootie wowed me. You have to be a killer fashionista to pull this of, and to afford them.
These Moschino Suede Booties will cost you $660. But they are KILLER! That patent leather bow is a bravo. They are 4inches even if they don’t look it and of course they have a hidden 1/2 inch platform.
I’ve never had a pair of Italian shoes, or as Aldo Rein would say, EYE-talian shoes.
Yay or Nay?
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Who doesn’t love a 4 inch heel that feels like its 3 inches??
I introduce you to the Pour La Victorie Adriane boot. What I love about it:
Hidden 1-inch platform
4 inch heel
Zippers
I love the “thicker” heel. Traditional stilettos aren’t for me, these are perfect. They have such edge to them. I just want to wear them every day.
They cost $319 and can be found at a Nordstrom near you. I will admire from afar. But damn they’d look good on me.
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September 16, 2009
It’s been awhile since I’ve spread some Sunshine, but I’m back at it! I’m definitely going to try and make this happen more frequently. In fact, I vow to make it more frequent! So, now I can be held to it. I’ve been straying from what I wanted to do here. Now, Back to the master plan…
1. First up is my girl @JessDubb with her blog about a late night Twitter Conversation. This is definitely not for those who are under 16 and who don’t enjoy a great sexy conversation! LOL. Check it!
2. This next one is an article about visiting your Public Library? Seriously, when was the last time you went to a public library? It reminded of a blog I wrote for Glocally Newark about the Newark Public libraries. Many people aren’t taking advantage of their services. Check it!
3. Luxe Kultur is giving some tips on being a guest to the party. I liked this, it also reminded me of Kitty Bradshaw’s party etiquette. I enjoy hosting & being hosted. In fact, when are my bff’s gonna host me?? I need a ladies night out!
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September 8, 2009
In case you don’t know this about me, I absolutely ADORE Eric Jerome Dickey. No matter what genre of books I’m currently reading at the moment, if he drops some new heat, I have to purchase and read it. This will continue on until he gets whack. Anywho, I just finished reading the 4th installment of the Gideon series, Resurrecting Midnight.
To catch you up, Gideon is a hit man who we’ve followed from the US to London back to the US then to the Caribbean back to the US and now he’s in Argentina. Gideon is a lover and one hell of a fighter. In my mind Gideon is milk chocolate brown, about 6′4 with Abs to die for. His legs are to die for as well as his biceps. He definitely eye candy, which is why he has no problem getting women. From Queen Scamz, Arizona, to Lola Mack. My favorite of these women being Hawks. Hawks is the perfect amount of toughness and vulnerability that Gideon deserves. Love her.
Anywho, this installment with Gideon takes on behind his Public Enemy #1: Midnight aka Medianoche. Midnight isn’t just a regular enemy, pat of the baddest group of Mo’Fo’s south of the border-The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse-He takes Daddy issues to the extreme. EXTREME!
I love EJDs books, because he takes you behind the eyes of the protagonist and the antagonist. He does it in a way that has you loving each character. It’s not enough to give us a main character to love. We have to be torn on the side of whether his enemy is really truly an enemy. And, while even though we love them, Gideon must go on.
This person on Amazon said it best,
Gideon is the main course, but the main course in and of itself is nothing. You need side dishes. Side dishes that bring OUT the main course, and make this meal perfect enough to be your last meal. The “side dishes” in this book/series would be Scamz, Arizona, Hawks, Konstantin, Catherine, and my favorite Alvin White. They are to Gideon what hot sauce is to fried gizzards.
I seriously could not have explained it any better than that. Well, except gizzards, I don’t do those. But you get the drift. Back on track …
EJD is so great at taking you to a new place. I mean, I feel like if I fly into Argentina tomorrow I know where I should go. I would know which sites to see and where NOT to go. He totally takes over all your senses, and manages to sneak in a little pop culture too. He’s just dope.
All in all this book rocks, so please check it out.If you haven’t read all the Gideon books before this, go check them out and get caught up in this world with Gideon and his hired hits and his personal dilemmas.
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I guess we can officially say that Summer is over. Absolutely, definitely over. And, we all know what that means, right? The return of TV. Yes, that’s right with September not only comes changing leaves and cooler nights, we also get all our favorite TV shows. Last year I was overly excited over the return of Gossip Girl, Grey’s, Desperate Housewives, Brothers & Sisters, The Game, and Samantha Who? among others. Now, a few of these shows have said goodbye, unfortunately, but I’m still looking forward to some fall premieres, and I have dates for some others might not be sure of.
So, crank your DVRs into the ready position and plan accordingly!
My tops:
9/14: Gossip girl – Blair & Serena off to college, or wherever high school graduation leads them. Plus, Georgina returns. I love to hate her! And so what if I still like GG and I’m over 17. Who cares?
9/24: Grey’s Anatomy – bye bye Georgie aka 007! I hope this season is great despite the cast changes. Grey’s fell off some in the past few seasons.
9/23: Law & Order: SVU – Sure, I can catch reruns on USA but its nothing like new episodes of Benson & Stabler. But do NOT leave this playing in the background before a “session” it might weird you out. Just an FYI
9/27: The Cleveland Show -Family Guy spinoff! YEESSS!! While I am almost as excited for the return of the Griffin family, I thought this was going to drop last year, so excuse me if I anticipate this one more. Go Cleveland!
9/27: Desperate Housewives – I love Gabby, Lynette, & Bree. OH, and I guess Susan is OK as well. Can’t wait to see what trouble awaits Wysteria Lane this year. The 5 year skip year didn’t bother me at all.
9/27: Brothers and Sisters – I love the Walkers, they are my extended TV family, lol. And Rebecca & Justin together! Yay!
9/28: Lie to Me – the show is sick. so good. It’s legal stuff but not like court system stuff. Love it.
10/1: Private Practice - Last season ended with a major cliffhanger. Let’s see where it ends up.
10/9: Ugly Betty – I love the outrageousness of it. Hilarity.
The Shows I plan to watch that I’ve never seen before
Sons of Anarchy - 9/8
Parks & Recreation – 9/17 (hello! I love this girl, Amy Poehler!!)
Dollhouse - 9/25I heard this was realllly good! I need to watch Season 1 first.
There are plenty of other new shows out there that are starting this fall, but none of them have piqued my interest yet. Well, I did see a preview of something for ABC that seemed promising, Modern Family. It has Al Bundy in it. (Yes, he is forever Al Bundy.)
I contemplated boycotting the CW because the offed The Game, and I still might, and just watch Gossip Girl through other outlets, but I enjoy Tweeting while watching the show. I love the imput from my Twitter family. So, do you guys think I should take a stand against the CW and their hate for good black sitcoms?I mean, there isn’t one on the roster worth watching… besides Cleveland and that doesn’t really count.
More Dates
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