Archive for August, 2006

So much things to say… (Big Up Bob Marley)

Once again, I’ve been gone for a while. There are so many things to talk about. Let’s see… Last week I drove 200+ miles to an audition that wasn’t. “Oh, we changed the date… We’re in the process of changing our website.” Really? I hate you.

Then there’s that JonBenet fool. They dropped the charges, but I say hey, if he wants to take credit for it, let him. I’m sure it wouldn’t be the first time the police ever lied about lack of evidence. Plus the man clearly wants to go to prison. Anybody who wants to go to prison so bad that they confess to a murder they didn’t commit should be allowed to go… Because sooner or later he’s gonna do something that warrants imprisonment. The writing’s on the wall, people.

I’m totally hooked on these celebrity blogs right now. I read D-Listed, Crunk & Disorderly and YBF religiously (Thx. Rhonda!). I never knew how much I cared about these people I don’t know. And the people that write them are hilarious. Maybe I should start one of those. I’m funny. I don’t know any secrets about famous people but I could make stuff up as good as the next girl. I hope I never get so famous that I end up on TMZ or one of these things. The way this summer has been going, I don’t think I have anything to worry about.

Back in the saddle

OK, how hot is the new Lionel Richie single - “I Call It Love?” Way to come back strong… I’m loving that track! He’s got another hit on his hands, and that’s a good thing because he’s gotta keep baby girl in Prada and Gucci…
 
 Yes, I’m old school.
 
 Moving on, I saw the funniest thing this morning. There’s this (I presume) homeless man who’s usually standing on Washington Circle right in front of George Washington University Hospital when I get off the Metro in the mornings. And he’s been known to have some very interesting things lying around his cart. He’s got magazines and books lying on the ground — current magazines, in good condition. I think he’ll give you one if you drop some money in his cup. One day last winter, he was sitting down using a laptop and I remember thinking, really? A laptop? Do you have wireless internet access, cuz I don’t. I chuckled at that one… But THIS morning… this morning I came up the escalator, walked around the corner and this fool had a saddle sitting on the ground next to his shopping cart. A saddle y’all — like for a horse. You should have seen all the people consciously NOT looking at the saddle. I mean people would see it, and you’d just see this dazed, confused look cross their faces and then they’d look away — some shaking their heads like, “I did not just see that.”
 
 Here’s my thing. Cool you have a saddle… You’re allowed. It’s not a crime. But if you’re homeless and you own a horse, maybe you should consider selling it… cuz those stable fees have gotta be kicking your arse.


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