Andre 3K, "Lookin For Ya"

Sometimes I wonder why I don't date weirder guys. Then I remember how annoying it is to hear a man philosophize about the significance of Fruit Roll-ups and child-rearing in Thailand. -- Just watch 'Entourage' and shut up, baby.

I'd date a weird guy like Andre 3000, mind you. In that spirit, here's a piping hot piece of music from my favorite fella in suspenders:

HI!!!!

O-M-G.

Moving to the Illi-willi was no joke, homies. I spent my first morning off at the new digs, sitting on the balcony, reading and sipping Izze (the clementine one).

Then, I got bored and came to Gary. I mean, who can a chick hang out with on a Monday? Anyway, at least I have Internet action. I shall return with bloggage, soon and very soon. But first, lemme write this Joe review (that I hope is usable, seeing as though the album drops tomorrow).

Kiss ya faces. BRB.

Seven Oh Too

I was driving my mama's car around the black Graceland while listening to Power 92 (the station that gave the world Rocsi ... not sure if you think that's a good or bad thing, but whatevs). I heard "I Still Love You" and decided that as sooon as I got home (and maxed my Chipotle bol-to-go) that I'd post it.

Unfortunately, it seems that the 'Tube police yanked the video like a bad singer at the Apollo. But, as I've learned, every cloud has a silver lining. Enjoy this jam in all its throwbackness.

The Equation

If there were a formula for cool, then it'd go something like this:

rockstar of Kat Von D +
soul of Erykah Badu +
southern sweet of Dolly Parton +
blow-your-mind sex appeal of hmmm ... Janet Jackson circa Velvet Rope +
wisdom of Maya Angelou +
self-assuredness of 'Sophia' in Color Purple +
lightness of Julia Roberts +
hilariousness of ellen degeneres + ....
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= coolness

I could go on and on, but I'll refrain. I actually only started thinking of this because I was womping around the interwebs and looked up some stuff on Kat Von D, who touches my soul in the morning time.

I found a cool video she made -- I'm saying it's cool even though I haven't watched anything beyond the first 10 seconds, but since Kat's in it, I mean ... duh, it's cool.

Take the Box, a$$hole

When it comes to break-ups, there are some things we give away that we can't get back. No, not your heart. Well, I mean, yeah -- you can't retrieve those pieces she shattered all over the parking lot outside the Heartbreak Hotel where she and her new boo dropped you off. Sorry, sir. You'll have to sow a little plot on your left pec, plant a little self-love and wait until a new one grows. (I think the harvest season = "together" time divided by two.)

And no, it's not that other thing you gave away, ma'am -- although the Lord should teach you a lesson for telling him it was "his." That'd be funny. Hahaha. Sorry -- when I think about things literally, I giggle a little to myself. You're grown anyway, and I'm not trying to be all up in your business.

No - the thing I'm referring to is a little more like that cafe you introduced him to. You put him on to the delicious iced chai, and now all the baristas know him. And while you two lovebirds didn't make it past the frozen drinks season, he still drops in to Barstucks to cop a mocha latte something or other for his new chick.

Still -- what I'm talking about giving away and not getting back is far worse, children. It's the scariest giveaway of them all. It's ... it's ... it's ...

MUSIC!

Rrrr!!!! You sent her a YouTube link for "SoBeautiful" and now every time you hear that fool Musiq on the radio, you rush to change the station before your day is ruined. He played vintage Jon B. on that roadtrip to Cincinnati and now as soon as you hear "Don't cry lonely girl ..." you feel like punching the first white guy with a buzz cut and a goatee.

Oh, wait -- what was the point of this post? Oh yeah, I was just setting up for this Amy Winehouse video I found. "Take the Box" ... ah, a song about getting your crap back after a break-up (and avoiding confrontation ... but that's for another post).

If you'll notice, Ms. Winehouse is tattoo-less in this joint. No beehive either. Quite a difference, huh?

Supa's Saturday: E.Badu "Vibrate On"

Chiiiild, you know how I feel about Ms. Badu. Even if you don't - my Supa does. She passed this little gem along.

Even Badu feels your pain when it comes to those holla-holla-holla cats at the club. Sometimes, it's nice to be "home ... alone ... with the vibrate on ... (your) phone."

Bday Wrap-up

Guys! I had the most amazing birthday EVER. It all started with a pool party/BBQ shindig with my sorority sisters and friends in Indianapolis last weekend. Clubs are overrated. Sex/Funnyness late night Q&A roundtables are underrated.

Wednesday night, my gorgeous cousin, her people and I went to The Shrine in Chicago. Major fun. I danced until I was sweating my curls wavy. And when I say dance, I mean, like -- gay man dancing to disco music in the darkkinda dancing. I am the only one in the room and I am being fueled by mellowed out bliss and Hennessy with Cranberry juice dancing. We even took a late night snack break around the corner at Harold's Chicken #55, where I was honored with a rousing performance of the "Happy Birthday" song, complete with choir direction and voice control and sh*t.

Last night, my parents and brother took me out for a Jack Daniels' flat iron steak a la TGIFriday's and I spent the rest of the evening driving around and consuming Airheads, Doritos (some weird new flavor) and 7-Eleven Slurpees with my best friend of 20 years, Kellee.

Okay, I know the happenings weren't CRAZY, but all the above, combined with the HILARIOUS, very creative voicemails I received, made for a wooonderful time.

Perhaps I'm just high off life: the move, the family, the friends, the sands, the haircut, the job ... you know -- all the stuff I was praying for when life really sucked, that even simple things touch my soul.

Whatever the case, my 25th birthday = absolute satisfaction.

And now that you've read through all that, check out "Boom" by Anjulie (shouts to Mesfin who told me to listen).