Thirsty Thursday: Pama Liquer

Persephone's Plight

Let this seasonal fruit take you back into the underworld, where you too can rule spirits

4 oz. Citrus vodka

2 oz. Pama Pomegranate liquer

Top with Pom Wonderful

Shake with ice

Strain into a chilled glass

Garnish with frozen pomegranate seeds

Annihilate accordingly

Books That Changed My Life

egotrip's Big Book of Racism

This is just a well written book of stereotype's that we've been taught are unacceptable to laugh at, outside of the comfort of our own homes.  Definitely an information packed, page turner that will constantly have you saying, 

....and not caring.

Dix Du Jour: Songs That I Get Ready To Clerb To

1. London Bridge by Fergie
2. Oochie Wally by Bravehearts
3. Star Struck by Lady Gaga
4. Hustlin' by Rick Ross
5. Superthug by Norega
6. Stronger by Kanye West
7. Big Momma Thang by Lil Kim
8. The Call by Backstreet Boys
9. I'm So Hood by DJ Khaled
10. Covergirl by Rupaul

Inspired Ink...

...is looking for you.

Oops...I Did That Whole Over Excited Thing Again

When you are lazy for so long, you tend to get way to excited for simple things. Yesterday, my laziness was squelched by pillows. For the past week, I've suffered through a bout of non-smoosh related back pain. So, when I got out of class early, I decided a trip to Target was in order. Normally, I love Target. I can spend hours in there, which I did, but yesterday's trip was on for the books. 

I started my Target quest with the intention of getting one (1) laundry basket, one (1) body pillow, and two (2) standard sized pillows. Instead I got hopelessly lost in a sea of red bullseyes and spent $104.08 USD on pillows and junk. While I was in the candle section, a browsin' and a sniffin', I saw in my peripherals a woman with a child trying to squeeze past me. So I moved my cart and when I look up at her, she's breast feeding a three year old. There was nothing covering the child's head, just nipple and toddler drool every where. I'm not opposed to breast feeding, I just feel that you should be modest about it. Not walking about Target casually hosting a child on your nipple. AND when I looked at her, she didn't even say excuse me or make an attempt to cover up her dirty pillows. Just when I thought that things couldn't get weirder, this child says, IN PERFECT ENGLISH "Mom, I'm done." I can't do this anymore. 

Blanyway, I got home and was so excited about my pillows. I did my laundry, took a shower, crawled into my bed and fell in love. I haven't slept that well in such a long time. I don't anticipate sleeping that well again until I catch a coma from a bountiful smoosh session. I was so excited to go to sleep last night, especially after my preview nap, and I wound up fighting with my new body pillow all night. It was disrupting my sleep and shit. I was not feeling it. As a side note, I named my pillow Sir Lucius Lush Lips and If you talk to me on a daily basis, you know why. There's a bright side to all of this. I woke up this morning without a stitch of back pain, so mission accomplished.

Friday Night Gem

I think I found a new fave.

Dix Du Jour: Proof Rappers Shouldn't Act*

1. Baller Blockin' [Cash Money Millionaires]
2. Paid In Full [Cam'ron]
3. Belly 2 [Game]
4. I Got The Hook Up [No Limit]
5. Hot Boyz [No Limit]
6. Get Rich or Die Tryin' [50 Cent]
7. Streets of Blood [50 Cent]
8. The X-Files: I Want to Believe [Xhibit]
9. The Marine [John Cena]**
10. Soul Plane [Snoop Dogg]^

Honorable Mention: The Wash

*Unfortunately, I've had enough time in my life to watch all of the movies. I even own a select few, which means I've watched them multiple times. I should really be embarrassed.

**John Cena has a rap album. I own an autographed copy and I know the whole thing by heart. Feel free to ask any questions. Again, I should be embarrassed.

^You know you were thinking it.

Random Bites for Your Midnight Snack

• I am officially addicted to Twitter. I know I'm way behind on this #trend see what I did there?), but it is an outlet for me to express little random thoughts. More than tweeting, I enjoy reading whatever the people have to say on the trending topics. The other the #trendingtopic was #celebritypasswords. I nearly pissed myself with some of the ones people came up with. I follow all the celebrities like we are best friends. Like Plies, who we all know I am in love with, and The Game who is so ignorant sometimes its laughable. This was a tweet from The Game yesterday:  nigga "MY BITCH" gettin the pussy ate ERE'DAY if that's what she want !!! tired ah y'all niggas actin like songs 4 the gyrls aint the shit I don't think words can describe how badly I want him.

• My drag queen name is: Aida Hiddyt. I thinks its funny, but not as funny as Kay Sedilla.

• I often find myself attracted to guys who look like my ex. Guys like Jon Seda, who play Chris Perez in the movie Selena. Also, as creepy as it sounds, while watching Snapped, I found one of the victims really cute. But hey, at least I'm consistent.

Bare Essentials of Insomnia

When I was in high school, the quintessential hood rat phone was the T-Mobile Sidekick. I was miles behind the pack and had a Motorola V3 RZR. Though I did eventually get a then coveted Sidekick, I'm not so sure that my transition to a smart phone was a healthy one. I invested in a Sidekick 3 because my Razor had been shot to shit by my excessive use. Even though, I mainly used it to argue with my then boyfriend. The back light died, then the speaker went and one night in my dorm room, I decided I needed a newer, more durable phone. We all know that cell phone companies are a racket and of course I was ineligible for an upgrade on a bogus technicality. So I took to ebay.com to find a Sidekick and when it arrived, I was very excited in a very dorky way.

My 'Kick had me addicted with the first IM. I could be reached at anytime and it was all in the palm of my hand. I liked the Sidekick because it was quite exclusive to my campus. I was one of three people who had it. With this phone, I became a texting whiz. I PBd at 160 characters in under a minute. Ringtones?!?!? Bitch please! I had a different ringtone for every person in my contacts. This was all well and good...in Springfield. I often forget that I come from an urban area where hood shit is prevalent. I came home to find that EVERYONE had the exact same phone. But I had tasted the nectar from the Smartphone tree, and there was no turning back. I dabbled in phones including a later model of the Sidekick, and when I changed to Sprint, a diet Sidekick which was more like a nemesis. I eventually settled down with my Blackberry and it is the third hemisphere of my brain. I CANNOT survive without it.

It allows me to do absolutely heinous things like draft a blog entry at 4:14 AM, eastern standard time, all for my 1 reader. This phone keeps me connected to all sorts of useless shit: Facebook, Twitter, Blackberry Messenger, AIM, Yahoo Messenger, and my necessary, yet useless email. Rarely do I use it to make phone calls, which is a sign that the tech world needs to get back to basics.

That was a completely useless and irrelevant back story about trying not to look like a sketch ball by typing away on my phone under the covers to tell a story. But I wanted my reader to know how much she has me committed to keeping our bi-coastal creeping aflame. What I really wanted to talk about was infomercials. While I'm stuck battling a slight bout of insomnia, I've been watching some infomercials. The people behind these things are brilliant.

Late at night, or in the wee hours of the morning, most of the world is fast asleep. So why advertise when theoretically every one is supposed to be in dreamland? Because these products cater to the poor sleepless souls of America. Four times this week I came thisclose to ordering some makeup to cover my unsightly under eye circles. Ironically, I wouldn't see this commercial or need this product if I wasn't up at this forsaken hour.