Sunday, December 30, 2012

Over Like a Fat Rat

I have been sitting on this gem of a story for a couple weeks now, so let's go head and tell it.
So. Are we up to speed on this whole notion that I should be driving a blue truck?
Well anyway. Yes. I gotta thing for lil blue trucks. LUV style, you know. I want one.
No reason to own a truck. which I guess is why I just want a little one.

Next is how I have developed the habit of snapping pics of cars I dig. Posting them up on the internet here or there. And so launching into the story here. This past year, I have been noting the trend of flat paint colors on cars all over town. So when I saw this lil blue truck done up in flat blue, I had a wtf moment, had to pull over and snap a pic. Cuz we all know how I feel about Electric Blue.
Pardon the saturation here, the photo was taken at about 3 in the morning with a cell phone.
Basically, it was dark as shit so I saturated the crap out of it in Photoshop for you to bring out the lines and color of the car. Um. Yum. I'd be lookin cute in this, no?
 If you have ever taken a gorilla photo of a car, you know that to get a good angle on the vehicle in the shot, I was pretty much standing in the middle of the street. So yeah, standing in the street a little bent over to taking these photos. Naturally, a dude pulls up and starts talking to me.
I tell him I like taking pictures of cars and so somehow this inspires him to begin courting me.
Right then and there. 3am. Now, if he hadn't said the words, "after hours reggae club," I would have been on my merry way. But he said the magic words, so I hopped in my car and followed him up the street to this club.

Which I had thought for years was a contracting supply place. Turns out after hours club? Brilliant. Cuz you had me fooled. So here we go. All along the way he is tryna impress me with this or that thing about himself. Reasons why I should be his girl, I suppose. Cuz I'm either a gold digga or lookin for a new pimp, right?
But hey, he got me in da Club. Got me a drink and then started buying rounds for some ladies at the bar.  I been hanging with shady types for enough years to know when to turn a blind eye to whatever he's up to. Got my own ride, etc. and live 5 min away, so I'm doing my own thing.

And let me tell you, luck was on my side, cuz as a result of my disheveledness of standing in the middle of the street taking a pic of a lil blue truck, I ended up in da Club standing right next to none other than.....my Top Crush! Yeah that's right.  There. He. Was. And I was perfectly nice from a couple shots of Bulleit and couple beers before I got there. Great night. Great night.

Turns out, letting yourself get picked up in the street and taken to the club at 3am does have its advantages. My crush and I were vibin it up in the spot. Being nice to each other as can be, but of course the situation got disheveled. Slim Shady (my date) comes up suddenly and tells me to grab my coat, cuz someone's got a piece and we gotta leave. I'm looking around at how happy everyone is, but ok. So we bounce. Before me n my crush get to exchange digits.

Once we get outside, Mr. Important is right back to selling me the Brooklyn bridge talking bout how he vacations in Brazil and how he got to go check on his new trap if we aint gonna hang so I should hurry up and stop gaming on him cuz he aint got time for that. so I hop in my ride and peace out.
Cuz what? Was he thinkin he was about to get over like a fat rat? Buy my ticket, my drinks.
But if you being bossy and trumpin too hard, is when imma remind you, I'm not a hooker, I just play one on tv. Smoochez.



Wednesday, December 26, 2012

like I always say Ball Playaz Only

It's true that lately, I have let an eye wander onto not ball playaz only, but but but, good news kiddies.
You will be happy to know that the most direct route to my lusty center is still a good old fashioned NBA team player.
This desire to be confused as love at some point I'm sure and then proven to be only infatuation was rekindled yesterday, Christmas day. Because you see, when you reach a certain age, and Santa don't be leaving you no presents, and you aint got no boo leaving you no presents n stuff neither. And those gifts you have to buy be costing a little too much, whew, the Christmas Cheer is only left hiding itself in liquor bottles and jelly jars.
Until, bout halfway through the Heat vs. Thunder game last night. when I realized......
Best thing about Christmas?
......................BASKETBALL...............................ALL...........................DAY.......................!!!!!!
Fuck yeah! New Christmas day uniforms to check out and Ball Playas in fine form. All Day.
The specialness of it all hit me right after seeing how Mr. Poetry in Motion himself, Kevin Durant, who had gotten his face slapped in shots by LeBron in the first half, came back to match his training buddy on shots in the second half. And that's when it hit me. This is fucking great! More rum please! Those electric blue uniforms jumping right off the screen. Great game, but my girl said the Heat was gonna win, and they did. Fun to watch. Fun to watch.
So.
 Let's run down highlights of DPQ's mind while watching this fine sport all day.
The theme for uniforms this year was, "One Color" and folks, I got to say that by the end of the day, 
I had to figure out other ways to know a playa because these puppies were hard to read from the back. that sounds dirty somehow, but oh well. From the front here, the jersey looks pretty normal. From the back tho, you could barely see the name or #. DPQ with the sports and fashion 1, 2! 
bold colors. hard to read.
And so although the Celtics had a nice Christmas green on and a better record, what I have to say about this photo is....A New York team in all black? Ha! Of course! Love it!
Ok so, next one.
Few comments on this one. 1. Smith looking good. 2. Can't fuck wit Kobe. You can try an hate on him all you want, but you can't fuck wit his stats. 3. Meta World Peace. It's still sounds funny every time you hear it. and 4. with a lil disheveledness for good measure....oh is that where Howard ended up? Nice one D.
 by this point we are So nice and watching this so nice game. saying things like, "It's really hard not to route for both teams." Being from Philly we like the underdog vibe from the Thunder.
then we're like, Durant and LeBron train together? followed by sappy tender girlie thoughts like "they Inspire each other!" it's just like what Magic did for Bird and vv. (well sorta)
To.
Wade lookin good, Durant a cutie, Ibaka looks good too.
To.....I can't decide. they're all so sexy!
Electric blue is my favorite color!
In the beginning of this game, I was thinking, I just got through watching LAkers Nicks, and Thunder Heat how come I am seeing these big shots now. Harden was on fire out the gate. Loved watching him spreading his wings here. Movin like a Rocket.Good move. Rockin the Philly beard and all.
But then it was like damn, Bulls first time ever losing on Christmas Day. Really? 1st time ever?
Have I been drinking syrup? 1st time ever? And why are the shots just looking so damn big?

But then my girl's ex ruined her Christmas by stealing her car just so she'd take his phone call and I lost my cheerleader pal cuz she went to sleep. No one to share this amazing 23 point comeback by the Bulls. What a show!
But then no, they lost.
And then finally, the moment I was waiting for. My little Clippers to show me what a 14 game winning streak looks like, as I fell asleep to the words, "Chris Paul with the assist....."
Hot damn if Chris Paul was my life coach, I'd be one successful bitch. But yo, those Allstate commercials. Kinda as bad as Geico commercials.
Merry Fucken Christmas! thank god for basketball.



Monday, December 10, 2012

Wheat Pastie

Been a while since I spotted a cool wheat paste. Check this out.

You Want a Proper Fit?

Bgal here. Comin to ya a little late with this one, cuz it's Tony's birthday and if by the off chance, he still cyber stalks me, he woulda peaked at this here blog by now today, cuz he's in the office by 5am.
Thas right boo, I still remember your schedule.
Anyhow DPQ obviously showing herself as a little disheveled.
Because why even mention or dedicate a post to a long lost Love like this.
But let's go!
So, it's December 10th, Tony's birthday.
Tony, of course being an alias, because names have been changed to protect the innocent.
Me of course, not being innocent.
And well, you see the thing about Tony, and why I keep holding on is, man.
I loved him like no other before.
And although most gents I end up chillin with are Scorpios, them dudes are good for a heartbreak. Tony on the other hand, was a Sagittarius.
Turns out that my Venus is in Sagittarius.
No doubt, this is why I loved him to death and could not resist, I am sure.
Cuz while last month I was lonely and sad when the sun was in Scorpio,
right when it moved into Sag, things started poppin.
We havin lots of fun these days, sex and money style.
And so, the only track I could think of for this post was this one right here.
Takin us back to where it all began.
Happy Birthday Old Man, I am quite sure you still fyne as hell.
And if you were wondering what I am wearing as I write this Tony, the answer is: nothing.

Friday, December 7, 2012

Snoop Doggy Lion

Hiya.
Pullin out my prom hair for the unwind,
I realize I haven't truly weighed in on what is going on with Snoop these days.
And the thing is, I find it significant.
Some real 2012  Ish.
When Snoop first broke out, he was so Fresh, he was instantly famous.
Straight outta Compton and into the spotlight, he is this Gangsta.
a Banger.
Out front, steady in his position.
 Follow me now.
See, it was really hitting me, the significance, while I was watching a first set from
the Damian Marley Nas tour from 2011 on You-tube last night.
Cuz that Collabo in itself is so Epic.
the Main voices of Reggae and Hip-Hop for my generation.
and the music is Amazing.
But yeah, watching the Nas Damian Marley concert was making me think of what Snoop is going through these days.
the gansgta evolving into the Rasta after having this Homecoming experience  in Jamaica.
I wish I had the link of the article I read about Snoops visit to Jamaica that I'm talking about.
On Snoop's travels to Jamaica he was welcome Home and this experience influenced him to change his name to Snoop Lion and he doing reggae music now.
Here's the latest.

I really get behind this transformation. It's still gangsta, but reggae gives a spiritual side.
"Born a rebel, then I became a Man."
Gangsta grows up and become Rasta.
Dig it.

Monday, December 3, 2012

Imma Cut Your Head Off

Hey y'all. So you know how I like to talk about international hip-hop/the influence hip-hop has on other cultures and countries of the world, right?
Well a friend of mine posted this article on FB and I had to share, cuz it's badass.
Daily News Article
The article is about the first female hip-hop artist to come out of Afghanistan.
Let's hear it for Sosan Firooz! Cuz she's a badass bitch.
Basically, women are so suppressed over there that the Taliban has told Sosan's family that if she performs on tv again (or in public in front of men) that they will chop her head off.
And still she persists. Reppin for her people and telling her story.
Peep the vid.
I saw some haterz in the comments on you-tube tryna dis the song. Obviously missing the point which is how dope it is to see hip-hop's influence reaching all the way to females in Afghanistan. As a medium of expression. As a voice of the people. Plus, she got a b-girl stance and everything. Props Sosan! Get it! them haters don't get it. Your attitude is what makes you the real hip-hop.

Sex & Money

So I am sure that I will probably write more on the subject, and so let's get into it right now.
Basically, I have already thought of my New Year's resolutions.
And for 2013, my New Year's resolutions are: Sex & Money.
I plan to have much more of both of these in the New Year.
You see, in the past, I have been a cautious girl. Picking and choosing situations carefully in work and love, so that I could be genuine in my movements through and through.
Recently, I have realized that this is part of the reason why I end up in these disheveled situations all the time.
Drinking too much cuz there's no one to go home with. Partying too much, cuz my job is boring.
Fuck all that. I been missing out. It's about to get slutty up in here and the money flowing.
Eased my way in this past weekend. Let myself get picked up at a bar.
Got to test out a bunch of the variables in the new formula all in one night. Bought my drinks with tip money. And did a one nighter with an out of towner. Perfect on so many levels.
While he was sleep, I discovered this video right here.
 Syron taking me back to the 90's with this one.