"Stay - Soul Lifted" - Liv Warfield
Oh, honey, I’ve been hoping
For you to come over for a while
Don’t you know, I keep a clean house, my baby
So we can mess it up all night long if you want to
My kind of Easter Sunday soul jam. Sad I didn’t get to see her last weekend here in DC.
Dark Phoenix Rage
This week has been an incredibly trying one, kids. Work bullshit. Parking ticket bullshit. Health bullshit. All types of nonsense happening this week that, you know, get you mad.
But there is a special breed of rage that brews in you when you discover that while your mom is treating a patient at her hospital, said patient goes nuts and decides to hit your mom with a remote control right on the head and nose. Surely some of you know the gamut of instinctual emotions that run through your mind when you catch news of your parent or child being threatened or hurt. It is wild and it is lethal, and it takes a lot of strengf to hold yourself back. It’s that next level Dark Phoenix Rage type of shit.
My mom will be fine. Just some bruises and a bloody nose, but it also sent her blood pressure levels into a tail spin, which is something she has battled in the past. I think she’ll recover okay.
I really, really, really, wanted the patient to be some stupid kid that just went ham on the wrong person. Unfortunately, it wasn’t. Though my mom refused to tell me where she was located, I found out it was a very large 80-year old woman with severe dementia who probably had no idea what she was doing.
That changed my mind, a little. Enough to not strangle the bitch and shove that remote control down her fucking throat. And burn her stupid hands off. And shove her arm stumps into her dumb eye sockets.
DON’T. EVER. FUCKING. TOUCH. MY. MOM. YOU. HORRIBLE. PIECE. OF. SHIT. DO. NOT.
George Peabody Library, Baltimore, Md. Designed by Edmond Lind in 1878.
I was at a shoot today and I got to spend my morning in this cast iron atrium. I want to say that the “library was open” and “I read the bitches to filth” but everyone was pretty nice. They gave me a book titled “Hacker Techniques” that I was supposed to ‘pretend to read’ but I spent the entire time learning how to troll the internet. Watch out guys.
Sometimes, maybe, my Friday nights consist of me playing a ping pong video game on PS3 called Sports Champion, perhaps.
I might have spent several hours, if not days, to complete the “final boss”, Kenji. Of course, this video game is blatantly racist. The Asian girl has the option to play ping pong with a fucking silk fan and she does martial arts moves whenever she wins points (obviously I always pick her). The Black dude, of course, has to be a basketball player with extra long athletic shorts. Gisele from Brazil spends any down time doing samba moves. The cast of characters is just a parody of stereotypes.
Anyway, a few Fridays ago, I spent all night beating that dumb fucker Kenji, the smug boss man who has the most annoying spin game in the world. And laughs in your face if you lose a point. And fucking tricks you anytime you think you might win. AND OMG I FUCKING HATE HIM.
But I won. I found his weak spot and wore that bitch down and I won…
Only to find out that I just unlocked a whole other set of 12 final bosses, one of which is a fucking ROBOT.
And that’s how I spend my Friday nights. Possibly.
"Do You Remember?" - Jill Scott
I remember you swore you were so big and bad
You walked around like your mmm didn’t stink
(You can’t beat everybody)
But I was there, always been there
I remember that it did, ooh it did
Jamming really hard to this right now.
I’m fully recovered from my toilet affair and I’d like a drink plz.
So I spent the last day and a half doing this:
It was just about the worst experience ever. I literally vomited about 18 times within 4 different sittings. My intestines forcibly cleared out everything inside of them, which left my poor, poor toilet to put up with nastiness coming out of both ends. It was all,
"Plz stop kneeling in front of me and then sitting on top of me immediately after!"
Trust that I really grossed myself out too, kids. I’ve never seen that much junk come out of me ever in my life. Despite my love affair with the deli that caused this fiasco, it will be a long time coming before I head back.
The worst part of food poisoning is the weakness and dehydration that comes along with expelling everything in your body. Your bones ache, your muscles ache, your skin hurts, but somehow you have to drag yourself to the bathroom every 30 minutes to continue the toilet assault.
Gatorade helps. A lot. And so does the boo coming through with a get-well bag and a flower. I think I’m pretty much back to 100% now, but every time I see a toilet now I’m a little:
"Let It Go" - Daley
Sorry to disappoint but this is not a Idina Menzel cover so just stop.
I’ve posted my favorite song of his before, but this one is pretty sweet as well, especially with those key changes.
I’ve been here before,
This back and forth,
It’s getting old, it’s getting old,
Don’t waste your time, just make up your mind or
Let it go
Tonight’s show is my redemption for a concert fail a few months ago when he was here last. My friend alleged that she had a ticket to the concert and that she was going to meet me at the ticket counter. After waiting in a 30-minute line to get to the counter to pick up my ticket, there she was standing claiming that she in fact did not have a ticket. And that the show was sold out. And that she lied because she thought she could buy a cheaper ticket in line on the night of the concert.
"Oh hey Keisha! Wait, what? You what?"
She begged for me to get shit-faced with her elsewhere and I stupidly obliged, but um, yeah…
She ain’t invited to tonight’s concert.