BK

Tons of shit running through my mind.
The Kenny and the Kelly of it.
Attempting to find a song from years and years ago called, "Brinca,"
I find this.
And as an observation oin Hip-Hop's influence on the world,
I am looking at this video going...
"What the fuck is going on?"
And so I keep watching like.....Whoa!
Did you see the really old lady Leading the dance squad?!
Is that his Abuela?

RIP Adam Yauch!

So it's been a while. As my avid readers have certainly noticed.
And well, I'm not gonna lie. During this time, I have seriously contemplated giving up writing this blog. For a good bit here, I was thinking that I was no longer:
a.disheveled and perhaps, b.never really a prom queen
Well. these things are 2, improbable.
And so diving right back in.
Yo. I went to visit my Paul America!!!!
And for this, things to be said.
He is not the Kenny Muthafucka. (or is he......?)
because technically, a Kenny mutha fucka is a person who reminds me distinctly of
my Paul America.
and so the update on visiting my Paul America, the inspiration for the term, Kenny Muthafucka......
is.......Yo.
My sentiments exactly!
and although I may have wanted to deny it, I did feel like a disheveled Prom Queen up in those woods, on that mountain. Got so day krunk, I nearly passed out and a muthafucka had to be hoisting me up into his vehicle. Utterly disheveled.
But my fashion was tight and my hair was right.
And all I can say is that I am completely Edie Sedgewick for this dude and in all hopes don't end up Amy Winehousing myself for his ass.
But. And so.
Fuck It!
My songs about to be all about him.
You can't buy this kind of invigorating inspiration in a store.
And fuck a straight and normal.
Haha. When you can get faded from touching a thing that you thought was a dream,
all I have to say is: Why fight yo-self?

Bodega Beers in Bags

Heya. It's the Killer Queen comin atcha. Finally recovered from my trip to Disney.
Disney is a fun amazing world of it's own, but seeing the way my poor Mom Dukes is suffering from the big C had me fucked in the head something awful let me tell you.
The plane home from Disney had dropped me off in Crazytown.
Straight to work at 5am the day I got back and then of course I needed to get tore up right after.
Drunk by the end of happy hour, bar hopping with the Energizer Bunny (my new work boo) had me disheveled something fierce.
At one point I found myself calling my Paul America from the bathroom of a bar where I was drinking a brown bagged beer that I had smuggled in in my jacket.
I don't even remember what I said on the voicemail, but there's a good chance he was thinking his girl had lost her damn mind. Cuz I had.
Drunkee and sad about my mommy, I was sipping that bodega beer thinkin the sky was falling
and that he wasn't answering cuz he was gearing up to dump me for some younger, cuter model.
I woke up the next day like, damn, I am really nuts about this guy. I mean I've sent a drunk text in my day, but drunken voicemails. Naw. that's some special shit right there.
Anyway, a lil R&R and I am back on track.
Posting up this throwback banger to get a lil sexy for the Springtime,
cuz we is getting geared up for some Californikation!
Cheers!

Always

Always will be my friend
Ghostface Killah

You got Me

So it's the Equinox Kiddies.
And I can happily say that for once, it was me getting drunk dialed.
And it's a good thing too, cuz I had a nice lil post planned for y'all today,
but passed out 3/4 of the way through this bottle of Boujolais when I meant to drink the whole thing and write this post.
So now that my outta town boo woke me up with his drunk dials,
I can finish this bottle while I post up this pic right here.
A lil homage to my Paul America and the Edie Sedgwick in me on this Equinox.
Paul America and Edie Sedgewick, the most beautiful looking disheveled couple I've ever seen.

And perfectly balanced like the earth and sun,  or Paul and Edie, me and my KMF got a nice disheveled couple thing going on too. Look at what tune he's got playing when he's drunk dialin.

Hope he means it!

Sprung

So man, you know I was trippin in my last post.
I be havin mood swings that change fast as the weather in Philly in March,
running cold to warm and back again.
One minute I'm wondering where my love is at, the next, I'm bumpin this in the car.
What a day.

Make Yourself Easy

Hey there. It's the Queen Bee, aka Boombastic, aka the Disheveled Prom Queen,
coming to ya definitely a little Edie Sedgewick with it because my
Paul America is no where to be found.
It's getting on Springtime now and let me tell you,
the disheveled story that is my Love life spins round and round my head.
Illustrated in black and green with a blue sky and cherry blossoms,
that feeling of the new season comes back to me as if I had forgotten,
as the Sun grows brighter with each day.
And I wonder who I will be kissing in the height of it.
I feel my heart slowly blooming whether this
Honey Bee gets a glimpse of the Green Man this year or not.
And honestly that notion is making me feel all grown and stuff.
Cuz oh man, I don't really have time to be searching for Unicorns,
a bitch gotta have some shit of her own.
And so I send my prayers of Love into the Springtime,
and I am gone into the cycle to see 
how my Garden grows.
Inspired, no matter what.