Call before you come so I can shave my cha-cha

I'm a little overly excited about Missy's album out today. There are others too, though enough to call it a Super Tuesday? I don't know. But I do know that Jay-Z is fired, fired, FIRED. A double-CD? That's a bit lofty. The Blueprint 2? That's so laaaaaame. Though it makes sense, since half the songs are SEQUELS. WTF? The Watcher 2. '03 Bonnie and Clyde. What They Gonna Do Part II. Stupid, stupid, stupid. He really annoys me, even when I like his isht.

Besides, Damon's buying it, so I can just dub a copy if there is anything worthy on it. Hova doesn't need my cash money productions.

So far my plan of "dress-up to wake-up" is only half-working. Because I am only half-working. Though this is a step above no-working.

Where do I live?

Only in my neighborhood could this happen.

I'm leaving Walgreens, and there's a guy on the payphone. Late teens, early 20s, white, wearing b-boy type clothes (baggy jeans, hilfiger hooded sweatshirt, timbaland boots, ski cap). He's having a heated discussion.

"Can you believe that? So messed up.....I mean, he said it was because of my clothes, but I think it's because I'm straight.....No, I know, I'm gonna be broke forever -- I've looked for jobs all over this neighborhood and there's nothing!"

Honey, you may have been dressed cute for a Saturday in the club, but not for a job interview.

***And even if he didn't get the job for being straight, it's still an amusing and rare statement. Or maybe I'm just affected by working all day everyday with people being discriminated for being LGBT or HIV positive and I don't believe in reverse oppression. Maybe it's just me.