What you listening to Whitney?

Considering recent events, you may ponder to yourself “Whitney, what’s on you iPod?”  Well after getting my Inspector Gadget on, I have the results.

Walk Away - Kelly Clarkson

Fallen Star - Latoiya Williams

Vocalise (End of the Line) - Lizz Wright

Hung Up - Madonna

Shake It Off - Mariah Carey (if she's not too full of herself to play Mimi)

Enough Cryin - Mary J. Blige

I'm Not Missing You - Stacie Orrico

If You Don't Wanna - Tamar

Love And I - Tamia

For A Lifetime - Teedra Moses...

Liar, Liar - Letocha Scott (the chick from xscape)

Irreplaceable - Beyonce

Sideline Ho - Monica

Why Her - Monica

What About Us - Brandy

lol....oh this too much fun...

Fighter - Christina A.

Like I Did - Deborah Cox

Ain't Gonna Beg You - Fantasia

Free Yourself - Fantasia

Mr.Messed Up - Floetry

Better Off Without You - Frank McComb (if she's that up to date)

The Best - Rahsaan Patterson

This Too Shall Pass - India.Arie THAT'S IT!!!! ON REPEAT!...she don't even need a iPod, she can put these on a Apple Shuffle...

What? You got “itis”?

Okay, I'm feelin sorry right for these young girls that have to keep up with Beyonce and all, so I've kept quiet...BUT I'm done, they seriously not steppin up their game, and that's a slap in the face for someone whose tryin to support them, because they half-azzin and i'm spending hard earned money on their projects so they can go sit up somewhere...

Am I the only one feeling this?...I mean we may not see Rahsaan Patterson or Lalah Hathaway videos all over the tube all day, but hell, WE CAN CATCH THIS IN CONCERT SOMEWHERE!!!!...WHICH IS EVEN BETTER!...Beyonce is doing a WORLD TOUR what not even a MONTH later after this B-Day release, and the chick already has a THIRD VIDEO AND SINGLE OUT!!!!...

Monica...Christina...u killin me...

I mean...we have artist out there every week performing somewhere, but these "lab artist" are truly driving me up the wall because I'm torn, because before Beyonce, this lil slack they pulling was acceptable...now they whining and complaining that she's overexposed, no we've just become accustomed to lazy mainstream artist, and she's out there FOCUSED as though she didn't have the notoriety to ride on...

WHY?!!!!!!....

It's no longer about the vocals...its all about instrumentals...AND THEY KNOW THIS and if you don't believe me, then please tell my WHY would Pharrell put out a double cd in which the second cd is nothing more then instrumentals to the first?....People...FOCUS

Seriously though, I'm bout to delete iTunes all together and just pay for LimeWire Plus, because these fuckers don't deserve my hard earned money, I'd feel nothing stealing this tired beat-maker shit...and the TRUE artist, I can't even buy their stuff on iTunes no way...please...

Can one buy natural beauty?

A friend of mine went the Tyra Banks show last week and reported back with all the details. For starters, he told me Tyra is thin...and we all know how Tyra loves to talk about be curvy, so my thought immediately went to all the other in the business, and wondering how tiny they must be in reality...But my real question was how did Tyra's make up and hair look in person, because on camera I feel it reads a lil "drag"...and I think she's a pretty girl...but they focus more on giving her beauty through products then to focus on her actual natural beauty and working on that...

I can't help but wonder...is it cheaper to shave off your eyebrows and draw them on than it is to have the arched correctly?...Is it MAC cheaper than Proactive?

And I Quote….

You say its all in my head...I reply, so is everything, but you didn't get it. – Fiona Apple’s Paper Bag

Don’t Call Me

Currently listening to… Madonna – Hung Up

Don't you hate it when people call you and they're doing something?  Whether they are at the club or watching t.v., out to eat, whatever...They call and are like "What you doin?...Hey put that down, hahaha, stop that, hello?"  What the fuck is that?  Why are you calling me?  What do you want?  I didn't want to come to the club, why are you calling me from the club, having me to repeat everything I say because your tired ass Sprint phone isn't equipped with a adequate ear piece.  Please get off the phone, you're wasting my unlimited free minutes. 

Don't call me from work when you have absolutely nothing of significance to talk about, and just want to linger on the phone with me.  I get it!  Your job is a bore and you're tired of playing solitaire, what am I suppose to do to change that?  Could you at least call me with something in mind to talk about?

Are you one of those people who just like to be seen on the phone in front of people?  Does it make you feel important or less alone?  Is something running through your head like,"I'm somebody popular and I have lots and lots of friends and I'm always on the go; these people just don't know how great I am and if they did, they'd want to know me too."  If so, don't call me.

What provoked this entry was someone calling from back home, who I haven't talked to in over a month, who called me while his friend was in the store and he sat in the car waiting for him to come back.  I mean what the fuck!  You should've heard this conversation, everything about it was wrong!  For starts don't say "Hey girl" to me, bitch I have a PENIS!  I love my penis!  Don't degrade me with that "girlfriend" bullshit.  Secondly, he had nothing in mind of what he wanted to talk about.  I mean, we not cool enough for you just call me and expect a conversation to manifest!  You obviously don't know me that well at all if you calling with this "girlfriend" bs.  So I need the conversation to have a direction.  And lastly, here I was with the phone for my ear for all of 5 mins 21 secs of which I'd say 3 mins 12 secs of it was spent with him talking either to himself about there not being nothing on the radio, putting me on hold, or him talking to the guy getting back into the car.  I just hung up the damn phone.  Click. 

Not everybody's as...direct as I am with that approach.  He's lucky I didn't say anything and just chose to hang up.  I could've easily told him "Hey, you having my number is doing nothing for me anymore, please delete it from your phone and find someone else to entertain you in your downtime, I'm not equipped with that gene."  Whereas you may actually care about talking to this same person later on down the line, and don't want to burn a bridge.  Great for you.  That's not me. I'm not a people person, so I don't leave that room for error.  Nope, I have my little Motorola with the selective silent feature, don't fuck with me, the phone won't ring, vibrate or light up when your ass call.  But for those of you out there a little more "tactful", I've learned a couple of tricks to keeping people I don't want to hear from off my phone line, so I'm going to share them with my cyber family...

1. Hang up.  Now this only works if one of you are using a cell phone, not if you're on land lines like at work or something.  Of course if both of you are on a cell phone, it works like a charm...especially if someone is using Verizon or T-Mobile, those networks are bullshit anyway.  Just hang up.  They'll call back, and this part is key people...if you have a flip phone, keep your phone OPEN because when they call back, you'll need to press the end button to send them straight to voicemail.  That way you give the illusion that your phone isn't acting right, otherwise the phone will just ring and ring, and your conscience (for those equip with those things) might kick in provoking you to pick up the phone...JUST SAY NO PEOPLE...Also side note you need to know your equipment.  This is what I mean by taking into account the flipping if you have a cell phone, but this is very key with land lines though.  What I mean by this is, if you're on a cordless phone, realize that most phones make a beep sound just before you hang up, that the person on the other end can hear if you hang up with them still holding the other end.  And if you're on a corded phone, which my old fashion ass prefer actually, then PLEASE press the button on the cradle to hang up...DON'T just put the phone back on the hook because let me tell you PEOPLE CAN HEAR YOU HANGING UP...lol...its a very interesting sound too, very distinctive...don't be rude about hanging up unexpectly...wait...more like don't be obviously rude about hanging up in someone's face...yeah that's it.
2. Crumbling the paper.  We've all seen this on t.v. where you get the nearest object around you and use it to pretend there's something terribly wrong with the connection.  It works people.
3. Oh shit you dropped/broke/spilled your (blank).  Okay, now this one is like very tricky, because you have to have some acting skill to use it and be creative and quick on your feet.  Just pretend something unexpected happened and you just can't hold the phone to your face at that moment!  "Oh damn, I spilled my...jell-o...aw damn, I have jell-o everywhere, aw man...Stop Toto, don't lick that...Ew I have to go, Toto is trying to eat the jell-o, you know he loves some jell-o, BYE!"  I mean they're not actually there!  They don't know if you're eating jell-o!  They don't even know if you got a dog since the last time you talked!!!

Lawd why did I just give you'll these ideas? Lol...I can only imagine what close friends or of mine reading this are going to think.  These rules do not apply to you!!!  I love talking with some people, you should know the difference.  I have a running joke with one friend who calls me and I say "Nikka what you want?".  It's a joke, and he knows me so he gets me and plays along, even if it was me who called him, lol. I can even do this with my mother, it all depends on timing really.  Timing is everything in life people.  It's cute. Other people would be offended, like my grandmother.  No no no, these rules only apply to those people you don't really care to speak to via the phone.  Don't do this to love ones and family, that's just mean...but you know everyone has those associates who have you programmed in their phone for their boredom.  To fill their time, they waste your time.  Not interested.

I know someone who seriously does not talk on the phone.  If you want to communicate with them you need to have a internet connection, otherwise you become pretty much invisible...Now, with a boyfriend in a different state (that I love talkin to even when he's rambling; the only rambler I allow) and a phone bill regularly around the $95 mark...I'm starting to become increasingly aware of how my minutes are used...Not just with the phone bill, but with life...

Who makes that?

Currently Listening to…Pussycat Dolls - Beep

I'm sitting here, scrolling through different sites looking at porn, you know the Saturday usual, and I find this guy in this...amazing outfit...let me share...

Now obviously he's a stripper, but this is what's running through my head...who makes that?  I mean look it...how do u wash it?...it looks delicate...can u put that in the machine?...could u imagine being at the laundry mat with him when he pulls this out?...what if he stays at home with his parents?  does mom hand wash this?...the fabric is very patterned, but then look how they decided to put a zipper up the center...how did they decide on a zipper than buttons?...or tear away something, like Velcro...isn't that a bit risky?...there's a lot of room for error there...and then a collar...seriously a collar?  Aren't collars suppose to give that..."clean-cut" look?...the entire outfit is see through...why bother with the coat? aren't you about to take it off?  don't u want people to see?...why bother with any accessories?...how do u even decide?...was the cowboy hat the final touch?...how do u decide what shoes to wear?  me, thinking logically, would probably sport some adidas for all the tricks i'd need to showcase...that way it'd be more comfortable and hit that pose just right and not worry about slipping on some beer or even money because there's no traction in your church shoes when u on hardwood floors...oh wait maybe he wore the coat to walk down the street and then was like BAM!...isn't that what the picture gives u the effect of?..."Pather you running late man, how long its gonna take you to get ready to go on because we need you out there like 5 mins ago." BAM!!!...Or at a restaurant, "Can I take your coat sir?" BAM!..."Oh my...this way to your table"..is it against the law to wear this outfit in public?...is there dress code on the streets? like in high school?...i mean he's fully clothed honestly...just...u can see straight through it...and i'm not offended at all, but it's not for everybody or every body if you get the idea...can i wear that to a club?...can i wear that to a funeral?...its all black and have a collar...and i'd wear the church shoes in that case...

Now don't think this is about this guy personally in any kind of way, I just have questions and this picture is what provoke me to start thinking...I'm thinking more about stripper wear designers as a whole, not even the profession of stripping...You know like those strippers that come out with the plastic g-string that literally contours to the penis like a second skin...there's actually not ANY string now that i think about it, no back at all...they more like a condom than logical underwear for support and just ass out, dick flopping everywhere...they could probably fuck someone right there and it be safe sex...now my dick hard because I'd join in the act, lol...Could I do that job?...Not the volunteer from the audience, because that's not a job that's luck...But the designing...Could I see this on my resume right next to my degree?...HELL YEAH, lmao...well not on my resume, but if it meant i got to see this ridiculously large black penises erect for "work purposes" dealing with measurement and fit, YES!...I'd do it for free shit...Matter fact, let me look into that...

You don’t know me like that

Currently Listening to…Magnolia OST/Supertramp – Logical Song

Wanna make sure I get this right, without being too personal...Okay here's the conversation I had with a close friend of mine, discussing the point I was trying to make, I hope you can follow it...I'll color code it to make it a little easier

Talented: i'm tryin to get to a question, but i don't know exactly how to word it….it has to do with people hating people they don't even know…like Beyonce

Norma Jean: whats the question

Talented: oh i was watchin snl last night and some white girl was on there, i forget her name…she was EXTREMLY pretty…i tell my friend on the phone, he goes, oh i don't like her…i say, why not?…."i just dont"….do u not like her work?…"never seen any of it…oooookay…OH she spilled coffee on you then slap you for being in her way?…"huh?...no"

Norma Jean: lol

Talented: well how the hell can u just flat out not like somebody like that who doesn't give u one reason not to?…i was blown away…and people think like this…a lot of people think like this…and that bothers me….and it should bother them…disturbed ass…i still listen to mariah carey after she made Glitter…COME ON!

Norma Jean: lol

Talented: HOW CAN U NOT LIKE SOMEONE FOR JUST NO REASON…mariah GAVE US reason, and she's still topping the charts…people are silly…i think that's my blog entry right there…i may just cut and paste it

Norma Jean: i was just about to say you should blog about that

Talented: i'm just going to cut and paste this conversation…and conclude it…i'm lazy lol

The girl on SNL I was referring to was Scarlett Johansson. 

Anyway, very pretty girl BUT this wasn't about her and her perfect female bone structure, no...this was bigger that that.  How do people just find hate for people they don't know.  Then to have the nerve to try to justify it with "they wanted to be famous, that comes with the price", what!  I don't care how much you may want to be in the spotlight, everybody wants a far chance to prove themselves worthy.  And you can just write somebody off like that that hasn't done anything to you let alone doesn't even know you exist?

As I still her reflecting over this and the fact that it is officially MLK day, I can't help but wonder...why do people find it so quick to hate but yet are so slow to love?

Humpty Dumpty

Currently listening to…Whitney Houston – I’m Your Baby Tonight

You know what?  I don't that I've fell once since I hit my twenties...Now that I think about it, I don't recall falling down much as a child.  Childhood memories are so faded to me most time...I do remember one MAJOR fall though, and it's one of the most tragic stories in my life, so try not to laugh, though it's the only way I know how to tell the story...

So this is sometime in the nineties, my mom was in between one of her marriages, and we were staying in APARTMENTS!  I know!  My mom in a apartment, funny already...Anywho...she'd became friends with one neighbors who stayed around the block...Now how they met or what they had in common don't really pertain to the story, so let me get to the meat and potatoes of this then...So the woman had a son who was like 3-5 (he reminded me of that little light skinned jackson 5 lookin kid on Family Matters with the curly shag who didn't fit in anywhere, you'll remember that), and I was like ummm...somewhere between 7-21 at the time (I'm really bad with time and age and that whole bit, but I do know I was shorter, so let's just say more like 6-10)...They were over our apartment one night, when the lady asked me to run back to her apartment to get something, I forget what it was...the little boy wanted to tag along, so we were on our way...we got there, got whatever, and started to head back to the apartment when the little boy want a piggy-back ride...so he jumps on my back and start calling out "faster, faster!!!" like I'm a fucking horse...my dumb little ass is just RUNNING talkin about "weeee this is fun" (idiot)...I wasn't paying attention to where I was running and BAM!!!!!....I tripped...over a SPEEDBUMP!...now remember back in the day (and still in some hoods) the speedbumps are like they are today all wide and luxurious, oh NOOOOOO...they were like fucking curbs in the middle of the roadway...anyway, getting beside myself...so I trip and fall with the little boy on my back...I get up and I didn't give a fuck about him, my fucking face was burning...I hauled ass back to the apartment to run in and find that ALL THE SKIN FROM MY DOMINATE FEATURES OF MY FACE WAS SKID OFF!!!  I'm lookin a fucking hot MESS people, because you can tell from the photo I have posted how dark I am...not imagine being that dark, and the skin from the tip of your nose, your cheekbones, your chin and your forehead ALL GONE and it just being white...I don't know if I was crying more from the burning or the way I looked in the mirror, because I was SUCH a pretty boy people...we talking, low-top with the fade and the very front tip of the ramp flipped a little (which I did not get out of the mirror until I perfected that shit on a daily basis)...nothing I could do with my hair then, I was a fucking mess! LOL..okay, I said we can't laugh...anywho, its gets more twisted...because the last thing I remember about that night was the little boy not having a scratch and me wanting to slide his face on the pavement for that damn piggy-back ride, and....what was on t.v. which I remember very vividly as well...while other people in the house, like three different people, put cocoa butter on my face, the t.v. was on BET and it was the world premiere of Whitney's "I'm Your Baby Tonight", and suddenly I stopped crying watching her costume changes...yup, I was a fag...and believe it or not, I had a girlfriend at the time!  I think her name was Pam or something...

What was the point in this story?  Well it's funny how few times I've physically fell in life and got back up, but I find myself falling short on my dreams and I'm can help but wonder...where did I learn to get back up?...Without help...

Road Trip!!!!

Currently listening to…Rahsaan Patterson – Yeah Yeah Yeah

Kendrick and I drove up to Chicago last week...We left Wednesday after the holiday madness, and stop in Memphis for the night where we were greeted by an old acquaintance I hadn't seen in sometime since he'd left Houston for New Jersey...long story short, Memphis is TIRED!...There must be something in the water that's clouding their judgement and keep people in that lifeless town, but I'll never be subjected to that seeing I exclusively drink Evian water now, which is your natural source of youth, where the Natural Spring Water begins as rain and snow falling on the pristine peaks of the French Alps, which is then slowly filters through a vast aquifer deep within the mountain for at least 15 years before emerging at the Cachat Spring in the town of Evian-les-Bains before being bottled in a state of the art facility...oh, pardon me, did I get on aside myself...well I was talking about MEMPHIS PEOPLE!  You'd much rather hear about "nature's gift", Evian, and the water's rich and unique history that began thousands of years ago, than hear about Memphis, Tennessee...The entire town basically shut down @ 8 p.m., the end...

MUCH MORE INTERESTING THAN MEMPHIS, Kendrick and I stopped in this small town called Sikestown, to fuel up, and came across this restaurant called Lambert's which was a adventure in itself...they throw food at you! how's that for service!...well, not all the food, but "Hot rolls, getcha hot rolls" which was fun and very country...so I caught like two, and Kendrick punk ass wanted me to share because he wasn't participating, that lazy hag...but he's my buddy, so of course I did...I was in full diva mode too, we talkin hoodie down LOW, scarf, gloves, and of course oversized sunglasses, giving those country hicks celebrity, um hm, lol...seriously I was tired, and I had on my hoodie and sunglasses feeling like Tyra the morning of the Naomi Campbell interview, until the ghetto ass waitress named Za'Monifah or whateva her parents slaved her ass with before Lexus and Mercedes were popular in the U.S. (speaking of which, I have yet to meet someone named Acura, Audi, or Volkswagen...hm), told me to take that off and start reaching toward my face...WHOA WHOA WHOA SAVANNAH!!! I don't know you or your hands like THAT!...Let's ease up on the Gin Betsey...so I let the sunlight in and embraced the moment...so yeah, that was fun

So we make it to Chicago where Kendrick, Keith, Ken & I (the KKKK) did a series of things to give Kendrick a feel for Chicago, including movies, dining, shopping, landmarks, museums and clubbing, which all put my checking account DEEP into the negative...I know, bitch you not working...I'll get over it though, I had a good time...money is money...blah...