major side-eye

50 cent has a new show coming out called, "Guess My Next Baby Mama".

pause.

How is this going to work logistically? Will he have already chosen a number of women, all of whom are pregnant, and then have audiences vote American Idol on which one is carrying Fitty's seed? Or will he let us choose which one he will impregnate in the future?

This confuses me. That is all.

I love this

Pair pretty people with multi-ethnicity and I am DONE. and look how happy they are!!

Because I'm obvi procrastinating at the moment

This is a really cool/creative piece of work. The artists created an animated short on walls around Buenos Aires. Check it out!


MUTO a wall-painted animation by BLU from blu on Vimeo.

Chatters

rarely fail to charm me. When I was younger I would get completely freaked out by older folks who would engage me on the weather, school, their adult (and therefore thoroughly incomprehensible) lives. Why were they talking to me? What did they want from me? What did they want me to say??? Ever the obliging conversationalist, I would listen and try hard to figure out interesting replies and meaningful grunts to show my interest in them but it would always be a struggle. I would feel like there was some secret adult code language that I hadn't learned yet that, when mastered, would allow me to hold forth on any topic with anybody at any level of depth. Someday, I was sure, I would always know the right thing to say.

Turns out that day never came. Moreover, turns out there is no right or wrong way to talk to people. There's this guy in Utah that I have been communicating with for my job and after 2 telephone conversations, I can tell you stories from his childhood, the subject of his favorite documentary and how his son's baseball pitch is improving. He is a chatter. Granted, while speaking with him, I am sometimes seized by the old panic of what-do-I-say-when-you-tell-me-an-anecdote-about-how-you-almost-died-from-heat-stroke-when-you-were-12-years-old, but mostly I just sit back and allow myself to enjoy the random bits of life that some people can't help but share with you. This guy, like most chatters, is really just a friendly soul eager to connect with others. I may not share his same openness and I may not always know what to say but enjoying the odd awkward moment when navigating personalities different from my own is one of the awesome things about being an adult.

I never thought I'd fall for you...when I fell in love

are the lyrics to my new favorite song. This song has maybe 5 chords total and just two lines repeated over and over to a 90s club beat but every time I hear it something in my body warms to the temperature of a cup of coffee enjoyed during that moment when daylight meets twilight and the air is filled with hope, magic and the unknown.

I've heard "When I fell N Love" constantly for the past two weeks because it is the final track in a play that I am in. This song has been the crescendo of 6 hour rehearsals, it has played over drama people drama, growling stomachs, expletives uttered in place of forgotten lines and any number of tense moments between people whose lives have too quickly fallen into one. It has been the soundtrack of my growing affection for fellow cast members whose creative energy has awakened the artist inside who had been dormant for far too long. So, here's to you Sweetest Hangover crew: I never thought I'd fall for you.

(Ignore the screaming orgasm at the beginning lol)

Granola

It's where I strongly fear I'm heading. Usually I'm just a step away from granola, birkenstock, partial hippy territory but a few days ago I decided to dive right in. I'd been reading about/ hearing about the dangers of aluminum based anti-perspirants (apparently they cause Alzheimer's and breast cancer)and decided that it was high time I made the transition to all natural deodorant. I settled on a bottle of lavender scented Tom's at the local Long's Drugs then merrily made my way home and to an Alzheimer's free future.

I tried it for the first time last night. I was headed to da club to get my dance on. Soon I spotted a guy who was damn fine with impeccable stlye to boot. We made eyes, we danced, he bought me a drink, we flirted, he touched my lower back, numbers were exchanged and I went home happily anticipating his call. Overall, a good night.

But yall, I was FUNKY. That Tom's didn't do a damn thing and as soon as the "I'm the hottest thing in here" club-induced haze wore off, I started smelling myself. And then... the female doubting kicked in a la "OMG did he SMELL me?" The thought stayed with me until I got home and was still in the back of my mind today as I went about my business without having a missed call or text from ole boy.

Long after I decided to chuck the Tom's in favor of good old Secret strength, I finally got a call that assuaged my doubts. But this little episode proved to me that the hippy in me will always bow to the Atl girl whose mama told her that funk is never ok.

elephant paints self-potrait

Who knows what went into teaching this elephant to do this but it's pretty neat nonetheless