Petite Anglaise

MOM

11 October 2008 (US)

So I have this love hate relationship with my daughter, and like any mother daughter tag team I usually feel neglected or ignored because I'm attention obsessed and everything has to be about ME ME ME. Hopefully she'll forgive me about my greatest sin to date which is cutting of my locks to look like a AGGY la model. I'm very excited/nervous because I will be achieving this process behind her back so in a diabolical move I've decided to bring my friend Aroo home. The thing is my mother has always had this slight assumption that Assign girls are pure and much better then anyone else's daughter, therefore my breeding was as such. Violin lessons for two years...check...tutoring for 8..check..excessive amounts of time spent in the church choir...DOUBLE CHECK. But no worries because Aroo is not your "typical" Asian. She's better. The fact that she curses, dresses like my latest European style icon, and has this wayward outlook on religion makes my evil smile brighten by the second. Even though I have warned her about my strict family policies on cursing, nudity and other profane activities, I feel that these next 2 days will be made for the history books. The other upside of leaving the city this week is missing that parade from some kind of sports game we won a few night ago..Phillies right? I will admit I basked in the pure nonsense of cops on bikes and mobs climbing light post, I did however not enjoy waking up the next morning for my morning class. Speaking of class I'm looking forward to ravaging my fridge after class tomorrow since KK FINALLY went grocery shopping. I'm even more surprised we didn't forget anything since Mil was chasing me around the aisle and KK was all her phone ALL NIGHT, but to end the night right Aroo made an amazing dish that I'll never be able to make but will dream about for weeks. Perhaps my mom was right..Asian's do EVERYTHING better.

Look at Me

29 October 2008 (US)

Everyone has that particular feature that they could live without, my best has this enormous forehead issue that I comment on daily. For others it might be awkwardly leveled toes..ahem Baxter or just a hair die issue, al la Pinky, but for me its the ROUNDNESS of my head. Vain I know, but now that EVERYONE is commenting on it, I'm wondering if perhaps cheek implants or a complete face lift will help my case I also have a slight drag queen obsession which make my hair gain volume by the second. So the seemingly round head covered with the finest Asian manufacturing has the shape and density of a small planet. I figured after today I really shouldn't fret about this issue so much, maybe I could join a traveling circus, or become the local town act. Anyway, I spent the evening with Phil at Made to Order...raunchy I know..but when all was said and done I had a new perspective on Being Black in America. Our conversation really did get deep and I can say that even though I didn't agree with EVERYTHING, it was the first and perhaps only conversation that I didn't throw a tantrum just to prove my point. It also helped that we attended the same college together in good ole' London Town..well Camden Town to be specific but you catch my drift. Oh and not to forget the giant mirror that was located in the store which I just had to stare into..not that I'm vain or anything, but I did notice how nicely formed my backside is. Which coincidently reminded me of my video vixen days, not that I ever was one but I definitely always wanted to do a little dance in the camera next to Redman or Mase. Of the days of yore when velveteen thongs and closeups were my idea of fun.

         

Rain on Me

28 October 2008 (US)

t like that at all. But lately when it rains it pours, if only it was raining men. Eventhough I told Mil the other day that I am shunning anything with stick anatomy. Sorry I'm like five and can't say the word..peni..oh nevermind. Anyway, I've been staying pretty much to myself, walking around naked in the house which Brit and KK LOVE. They'll tell you differently but one shouldn't trust habitual liars. Since I haven't been working that much lately I may go out, well most likely go out eventhough I've also given up spirits. I haven't had a drink is ages..months..okay a couple of days but either way I'm going to stay strong go to by AA meetings and read all those stupid pamphlets. Don't be alarmed though my new vice is sleeping like a sloth which is so convenient because when you're vertical you can't really cause much harm. Hopefully when Mil and I get to the beach I can just RELAX, but since we've tried almost every weekend to head up there and have yet to actually go, I am hoping, praying, and crossing my fingers that NEXT WEEK I will be laying on the shore, freezing my little bum off and roasting marshmallows with my babbydaddyolder brother. Enjoy.

                             

Wowzer

28 October 2008 (US)

Oh my, this whole scene is getting a little to incestuous for me. Thank God for Myspace which allows me to stalk all my previous lovers while eliminating the threat f embarrassing myself. Somehow I still feel detected. It's not like I planned a double dosage of the same sneakerheads, it just happened to come together as such. Now whereever I go both males seem to be only a few feet away. It's a true dilemma. Sadly not even close to a lovers triangle due to my lack of interest, but either way I'm going to stop swimming in the Philly dating pool and keep my fast tail on land.

FM: Megan M.

26 October 2008 (US)

This favor me segment is brought to you by the goods folks at F.I.T, producing a plethora of gifted spirits. One I found most endearing was a past fairy god child of Topstitch. Small world it is, but Megan has the ability to make it seem like were living in her universe. Meg just recently moves to Manhattan to study the fine art of pimping aka fashion design. Right now shes interested in blogs and jewelery, reading..you know all that good stuff. Meg was even nice enough to grace us with her words of wisdom on living the city life, don't talk back to people, and always carry mace. Momma was right.

 

         LA MEG           

                     If a bum was to swipe your purse right now what would they find?

 

 I just went to the Betsey Johnson sample sale and got a Betsey Johnson makeup bag, hand sanitizer to battle all of New Yorks germs, my reading glasses, and my Tide to go pen because I'm such a slob.

 

Typical nosy question, what are you doing this week?

         This week, a lot of my friends are coming up and we usually end up at parties in Brooklyn, at some warehouse. Probably going to hit up some flea markets.

 

 Who do you "Favor", please elaborate?

Zooey Deschnal shes awesome and beautiful. I got into [the show] Weeds thats shes one and I'm kind of obsessed.

 

         You tend to have good taste in music,what should we be listening to?

                   I just saw Diplo and he's my love right now, oh and Minus the Bear, I always go back to [them, and  Management.

 

                                Since your not a typical book worm, what should we be reading?

Chuck Palahniuk is coming out with some new stuff, and a film about one of his books called Choke is coming out as well.

                                                                                                             

     

   

 

Meg's Favored Items

1. Environmentally Friendly Grocery Bag

2. Watchmen Comic Book

3. Factory Girl DVD

4. Marc Jacobs ring

5. Vintage Alligator Boots

6. Ray-Ban Specs

7. Big Sexy Hair Holding Spray

8. Bg Shiny Hair Conditioner

9. Vintage Fendi Bag

10. J. Brand Jeans

11. Toptstich Fleathers

12. iPod

13. Vintage Watch

14.Vintage Blouse

15. Old School Earphones

16. Zara Blouse

The moral of this feature is to forget getting like Mike, what we all should be striving for is to get like Meg.

PLAY: Green Day "Basket Case"

Gone Crazy

25 October 2008 (US)

I am mentally sick. I guess it's better then having a broken arm or some fatal disease but this still hurts. I woke up this morning down in the dumps and even a Macy's gift card and some alone time with Baxter on the underground didn't help my mood. My good deed of the day did nothing to lighten my spirits and the banana I gave this underprivileged man seemed wasteful. There is something extremely wrong with me. Other then a few personal mishaps here and there I shouldn't have a care in the world, but instead I have the world on my shoulder. I feel like a selfish prick,ala Mr. Nobody, but in fact I should be high on life. My time in NY was blissful minus getting lost in Queens but that was for somewhat of a nanosecond. Thank God models have evolved some because thats exactly who helped me find my way to Format. Life is truly a beach chair, but don't get me wrong I sorta ,kinda want to be here. On the bright side I did get to meet some truly amazing people that you lovelies will be hearing from shortly. Enjoy!

     

SO HAPPY

23 October 2008 (US)

Oh man. It's hit me again. The love bug is back and I'm not letting it get away again. I AM IN LOVE WITH LIFE. Even though everything hasn't been perfect I cant complain. Getting into the city was a bit of a disaster with having most of my account tapped into by some hillbilly from Florida but God was on my side and I'm getting all my funds back. How you like them apples. When I finally got into the city Hali and I had a nice little conversation about how much Mr. Nobody and The Ex sucked, which made me realized I truly did like them as people but they suck as luvers..okay maybe not as luvers but definitely as boyfriends. Surprisingly I've come to terms with everything and everyone so no bashing please were all friends now so lets try to act accordingly. I think that I'm going to keep this positive thinking going for a while, or until the next player hater crosses my path. The cold weather of the city still didn't turn my frown upside down but instead got wider when I finally meet up with Meg and had a traditional lunch of breaded chicken, bagels and soup. There goes my waistline. I guess I didn't look to shabby after lunch because I bagged a fireman. Dreams do come true. Having the girls out in the freezing cold paid of after all. After my impromptu match up  with destiny I went  all over the forsaken garment district looking for swatches. I remember my good ole days at F.I.T when they were giving out yards, but now I have to bend over backwards..literally...for a sample. Geez. Still my day wasn't ruined until my attempt to meet back up with Hali was derailed by cab drivers who still give you lip AFTER you tip them. Please shut up Mr. and drop me off at the right place next time (my words exactly), but I'm fine now so whatever. To simmer my temper Hali and I got some take-out and wine..not boxed..and settled in for yet another night of debauchery. ENOY! Oh P.S Hali has a book called The Negro Classics...should I say something??

Hug it Out

22 October 2008 (US)

Why can't we be friends? Is it because your crazy, perhaps. Or perhaps it's because I just wanted better for myself, and for you. You know because I'm not a greedy, selfish mut such as yourself. Or perhaps the drama you craved didn't align with my agenda for the day, on any given day. Yes I'm talking about Mr. Nobody who continuous to haunt me and my amigos about scenarios that never really happened. If only I had as much time on my hand as you did I would be able to live on your fantasy world as well. But no, I'm going to NY this week and possibly every week after that. I hope you don't miss me. Hopefully you'll find someone else to build up then slowly but surely annoy. AHHH woosah women. It happens to the best of us, but the Christian I am will throw out a life boat and shake your hand perhaps when I see you, maybe smile to your face, but I will always refuse to talk behind your back. The funny thing is...if I could take by time I wouldn't. Those were one of the best weeks of my life, okay maybe not the best but sometimes not being able to walk is a good thing. Ya dig?

                      

Update

20 October 2008 (US)

I'm back in Philly yall, I had to beg and plead with my father to not make me take public transportation back which he granted with a free ride back to the city, of course the catch was sitting in a van with all my siblings. It wasn't half as bad as expected with everyone sleeping most of the way there, including the driver. Anyway the weekend was enjoyable considering the circumstances and I got to see a lot of African's that I thought had moved back home (inside joke). My mom approved of my funeral attire which was honestly the least of my worries, funny how when she likes something you don't hear a peep, but if she disapproves.here come the numb chucks. Thank God I got a phone call from Linda to attend her studio bash which I had to say made me quiet envious. I've always revered Linda as a individual who worked hard for what she got, but this studio space is to die for. The whole vibe reminded me of The Factory, minus the shady dealings. Just a bunch of well produced Philly entrepreneurs getting dancing to their own beat. Literally. Meeting fascinating and often times eccentric people is my cup of tea and last night meet my needs nicely, I even got a connect which obviously is the highlight of my entire being. We all know I live for personal information. The only downside was getting a taxi back which thanks to a certain person named Jose was as easy as, PRETTY BLACK GIRL, his words not mine. I know I always foreshadow how my week will turn out by Monday at the latest and I'm going to go with a positive outlook. As long as I keep away from certain crazies I will hopefully do just fine. Plus New York is in the agenda for this week which makes me all warm inside, which is a much needed antedate to this brisk weather.