Are you serious!?

After the incident in the nail salon in Brooklyn on Friday, I have concluded that this is the sign that should be blown up and posted on the window and main entrance of the salon..."See what had happened was" lol, I was waiting for my turn to get my eyebrows done. The place was pretty quiet; until some guy walks in. The guy was young. Appeared to be in his early to late 20's. He was well dressed..Okay not "well dressed"; let me rephrase... he had on the usual 'hood attire'. Timberland boots, overpriced jeans and a graphic hoodie with random, loud designs and words on it. I think it was Christian Audigier...Anyway so the guy comes in and I noticed that he had a box in his hand. I figured he was just selling something, like most random men who drop in the salon during business hours are. They either try to sell you bootleg DVD's and CD's or perfume. None of which were items that I was interested in purchasing, so I glanced at him for about 3 seconds before I proceeded to aimlessly flip through the four month old issue of Vogue magazine that was in my lap....But this guy was not selling anything. the box in his hand was empty. He was just begging! and do you know what he said?!...he was like: "Can anybody help me out with a dollar or some change; I'm trying to get a bag of weed."

*sigh* This guy was dead ass serious!

There is just so much that I could say about this incident, but you know what...It was really just another day, battling the slings and arrows of outrageous mothafuckas in Brooklyn.

*SMH*

Happy Almost Halloween

I love Halloween...the whole process of picking a costume and stocking up on candy to pass out to the little freeloadin' kids is great....I think you're never too old to enjoy the festivities...So in honor of my excitement about the upcoming day, I've posted a pic of me in one of my fave costumes... CLEOPATRA!

Thoughts on an excerpt...

As Trish answered, I found myself discreetly taking in her impressive features. She stood about five foot eight; her flawless skin was the same color as rich cocoa beans and so smooth that it looked more like a sheet of dark brown silk poured over flesh than it did mere skin. Her deep, dark eyes were surrounded by lashes so long that they could have been stolen from mascara commercial. Her eyebrows were thin in shape, arched to perfection by some Korean who’d mastered the craft. Trish obviously had a weave, but it too was sheer perfection; the long, black strands floated down her back and stopped a few inches before her curvy waistline, making her look like a sun kissed Egyptian queen. After silently concluding that she was a gorgeous woman, I noted that I was still better looking than Trish in some ways. Why we women do this, I will never fully understand; we compare ourselves, constantly judge one another and then we develop insecurities that fuel the process of tearing each other down. I was wondering if men do the same thing...

Okay so that was an excerpt from a novel...While the storyline and characters are ficticious, the soul of the issues in the book are all too real... I couldn't help but to spend a little additional time thinking about the part of the excerpt that I highlighted in red though... I strongly believe that women tend to do that more than men. If you are a woman reading this, what do you think? If you are a man, do you or other men that you know do this? What do do you think about women doing that?

Procession Line Pimpin'.

Okay so I was out jogging the other day, but I got tired after a little over a half hour or so into it and therefore decided to just walk through the rest of my little workout until I caught my breath…So I’m walkin’ and I hear a car horn blowing. At first I didn’t look because I figured that as usual it was probably just some guy trying to holla’ at me…The culprit was persistent though; kept honking. So I glance over, prepared to just roll my eyes and then wave the guy off because I am not drive through pussy! Ain’t nothin’ worse than a guy trying to get at you from the window of his car, like you’re a damn combo meal at a fast food joint… So anyway when I turned to face the street, I was appalled to see that the guy who was desperately trying to get my attention was driving a hearse; leading a funeral procession!
That is so disrespectful on so many levels. Granted the deceased couldn’t see or hear this man trying to make a love connection on his way to the grave site, but I’m sure the family could… *Sigh* hopefully they were too grief-stricken to realize that the driver was procession line pimpin’.