tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10907030792784992962024-03-05T02:28:30.799-05:00DisheveledPromQueenthese are the stories of a tragically opinionated girl whose smart mouthed comments concerning music and lifestyle got her pushed in the dirt on Prom night and her hair messed up.Disheveled Prom Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156642691665084972noreply@blogger.comBlogger169125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090703079278499296.post-79918090376258376222014-12-11T10:13:00.002-05:002014-12-11T10:29:38.198-05:00Psychic<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Hey Y'all,<br />
Been on hiatus, we'll call it.<br />
So many things.....I definitely abandoned the blog for a while. <br />
Upset about how on trend being a disheveled Prom Queen was, I sought to reinvent myself.<br />
Ha! Who are we kidding. Still Disheveled! Still a Princess locked in a Tower doing hair.<br />
The big news is, I left behind the 16 years of awkwardness that was Me,<br />
and finally moved away from Philadelphia, PA.<br />
The awkward persona that I was in that town. Is shed! What a relief. Who the hell was that girl? No.<br />
Now now, not to worry. ~This is not as to say I am no longer disheveled.<br />
Still am that. But in a much more concise, less awkward way. Ha!<br />
Nuff about that tho.<br />
Let's get down to business and can I tell you how I would totally groupie ho Nicholas Jaar.<br />
Um yes, I would. You see when he is with that Synth, doing his thing all sensual-like<br />
and then starts to singing...<br />
Yup. Mm hmm.<br />
I get all disheveled. and then curls in his hair just get my naughty thoughts to stirring.<br />
n fact, when I saw him in concert, I will admit to spending a good portion of the show um.<br />
Staring at his ass. Very nice.<br />
And Boo, I hope you don't mind having a psychic for a Lover.<br />
Cuz, whence we we the do, I will be able to see. All. of you.<br />
And if you followed the paper trails, you'd know I've felt this way for a while.<br />
Ever since you were covered up in garden dirt. <br />
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Disheveled Prom Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156642691665084972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090703079278499296.post-12303298738884893452014-02-05T21:50:00.001-05:002014-02-05T21:50:18.832-05:00On Chet Faker<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Honestly folks,<br />
It's all you can do when u feel like a transplant who has lived in a foreign land for 15 years, but still can't speak the language. I have immersed myself in pop culture and disheveleld love affairs as distractions for so long, when in the end, I inevetably I still feel inevitably, like a stranger in a strange land. Grown tired of searching for Paul America, I remain completely disheveled with only this to offer.<br />
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God bless all the free time for introspection in this town, as to find this little gem.<br />
He calls himself Chet Faker and I can see why. He is voice is incredible, yes, but does it melt me like butter as Chet Baker would? I could only hope so.<br />
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Disheveled Prom Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156642691665084972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090703079278499296.post-35082455342736186022014-01-21T13:35:00.002-05:002014-01-21T13:51:40.087-05:00Rippling Back for a Sec<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
And so here we go!<br />
Just got a new battery for my computer.<br />
Been needing one ever since I threw up on my computer a couple years back.<br />
It was the night I wrote to Brooker Wood about riding Arabian horses in the dessert.<br />
There's a post about it on here somewhere.<br />
And let me tell you, I did have a moment earlier today, when this Zaki Ibrahim song came on my iTunes, that reminded me of that whole time. Back when I was in fact, taking those painfully slow, baby steps towards getting back in the game, maybe finding some love.<br />
Finding myself utterly crushing on a hippie rapper dude that reminded me so much of Kenny that I couldn't decide whether to fall in love or keep him close as a friend.<br />
And so in this contemplation drank almost a whole bottle of the Kracken and threw up on my computer, not before reaching out to my crush with a disheveled sentiment about riding horses in the dessert.<br />
This Zaki Ibrahim song reminds me of those times.<br />
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I wept for my innocence when I heard it today.<br />
I have made a huge go of it, since then, with this whole love thing.<br />
Only at this point to be, not jaded, but sadly, back to having no time in my schedule for the awkward process of meeting someone new, should I call?...should I text?...or wait for him to holler?...<br />
and not a thick enough skin to tolerate the slightest hint of game playing. <br />
Oh that girl, the innocent one, scared to death, but still mustering the inebriated courage to put herself out there in hopes of maybe finding someone to occasionally cook dinner for or to get carried out of the bar by.<br />
Love that girl. But she ain't here no more. Let's pour a little liquor out for her gentle soul. <br />
Oh and in case you were wondering, Brooker Wood and I have become friends after all.<br />
He even texted me on my birthday! And although I get it that he and I do best as friends,<br />
I still geeked a little. :-)<br />
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Disheveled Prom Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156642691665084972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090703079278499296.post-5484268443177771562014-01-21T12:39:00.000-05:002014-01-21T12:39:02.522-05:00On Draft<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
If there was a time for my on-line army to support me. then I suppose that time is now.<br />
Considering I have practically left this site for dead, how could I expect my devouted<br />
following to rally?<br />
However, when have I ever allowed myself to need validation from followers to post what I post!<br />
And so to you, the many I entitle the "Audience of One...."<br />
Ellipse, ellipse, ellipse.<br />
to fill in the blanks, I can only bring y'all up to date by saying...I am drunk!<br />
My mother recently passed away, and that is a Shitty thing.<br />
Leaving me more disheveled than ever, if only in the fact that, I am required these days,<br />
to <i>not</i> be disheveled.<br />
To live up to her expectations, or at least, Honour her memory. <br />
And all I have to say is that, I remain.<br />
Completely.<br />
Edie Sedgwick on the whole matter.<br />
Determined to find out where the hell Paul America is, before my own demise.<br />
And so, if I were to dedicate a song to my whole plight, this may be it,<br />
for I know nothing else, but to discover through my own indescretion, clarity in the whole matter.<br />
I give to you, this slightly out of date banger.<br />
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Disheveled Prom Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156642691665084972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090703079278499296.post-39305174390273799532014-01-21T12:37:00.002-05:002014-01-21T13:13:11.850-05:00Gone are the Broken Eyes<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Hey Y'all<br />
Scrolling over this sad and lonely blog, I have come to realize one thing. The whole past year while<br />
I was going 100% on the Kenny Muthafucka in real time, I completely abandoned my writings on here, which are, completely therapeutic and still probably the best way to expose my thoughts into the disheveled matters of my life.<br />
So, that being said, I hereby declare that from now on, no more looking for Kenny in real time.<br />
I mean I'm not saying he can't holler if he wants, but a Prom Queen don't chase, no matter how disheveled.<br />
Ok, well I am willing to admit that most of the chasing does occur while in a disheveled state.<br />
Like how I am convinced that he and I belong together and so call him just after pounding a<br />
6-pack of Hoegaarden.<br />
Or like how he professed his Love for me, said I was his girl, and told me he was coming all the way from Cali to Philly for a visit just to bang me...three days into his 5 day birthday bender.<br />
Oh what a pair. Do you see why I've allowed myself to hold on?<br />
I love Us.<br />
But hey, lots of things have happened lately and so I must put the Kenny down and get back to my tales. Because honestly, I am more disheveled than ever! <br />
2013 was the year of the Kenny and was amazing, intense, and changed me forever.<br />
2014 tho, is no more looking for Kenny fuck it, let's look for something else.<br />
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Disheveled Prom Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156642691665084972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090703079278499296.post-44213651048510664762013-10-27T22:34:00.002-04:002013-10-27T22:35:05.145-04:00She's Ba-aaaack!!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Hey Y'all.<br />
Know I haven't been on here for a long time.<br />
You see....I was dealing with the Kenny MuthaFucka in real time y'all.<br />
In real time y'all. Had to see.<br />
That's my shit. From another lifetime.<br />
~And you know what came out of it. Today. On this day.<br />
The Original Kenny Muthafucka himeself's b-day?<br />
This beautiful tune, right here.<br />
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God, if this is not the tune to bring me back to life after going in deep for my K-Love.<br />
Bless!<br />
However Edie Sedgewick I may feel at this moment, it is my boyfriend Movados that is<br />
holding me down.<br />
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Disheveled Prom Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156642691665084972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090703079278499296.post-47679119222254629692013-02-06T13:35:00.001-05:002013-02-28T19:50:46.487-05:00Really Explicit<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Been feeling a bit Edie Sedgwick again lately.<br />
Like I'm about to be living in a tent in the deep end of an empty pool out in Cali somewhere. Completely disheveled of course. Topless and looking for my lipstick. <br />
Going on and on about my old boyfriend Paul America.<br />
So these pics are right on time!<br />
Deep thoughts of a Disheveled Prom Queen, talkin bout meant to happen. ! <br />
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Disheveled Prom Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156642691665084972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090703079278499296.post-69678326746505412742013-01-30T23:19:00.004-05:002013-01-30T23:22:05.212-05:00Having an ADHD moment<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
So when you're like me, it takes great effort to stay focused. Now we could blame the drugs, but I say they help. And they're wearing off. That's why I am checking tumblr in the middle of watching a show on Hulu. And it's not even a commercial on why I'm doing it.<br />
Then I click pause on Hulu so I can watch this.<br />
And Ras G's beat is bending my brain instantly. And since I can't resist big upping a female rapper,<br />
let's hear it for Eagle Nebula! I love these women coming out of LA. Defying stereotypes left and right. She got that west coast earthy thing going on with a city edge. BUt I keep asking myself is this the Gangsta Goddess Medusa herself? Not unless she's callin herself Eagle Nebula these days.<br />
But you know they ride together.<br />
Duh duh na na!<br />
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Disheveled Prom Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156642691665084972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090703079278499296.post-44337556911585644402013-01-29T17:25:00.003-05:002013-01-30T23:25:39.105-05:00Carte Blanche<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Yo, this shit has me disheveled. I might have to go get bent so I can think straight.... <br />
Hell Yeah Mykki Blanco! Go head and prove to me that rap music is not just masogynystic cookie cutter bling trash talkin shit.<br />
Well damn, I know I never thought it was, but a homophobe vibe is has definitely laced in throughout. I can't really name an out male rapper. But hey since Frank Ocean broke the mold, here comes Mykki. And we all know Frank Ocean ain't no rapper so this is huge.<br />
Bi-sexual male rapper? This shit is uncharted. And really, I'm not sure you could fuck wit Mykki's flow neither. This shit is gonna get play at all kinds of clubs.<br />
He on that Bowie vibe 2013 and you know I love my Bowie.<br />
Let's get wavvy!<br />
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Disheveled Prom Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156642691665084972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090703079278499296.post-54027841260675519962013-01-29T14:40:00.003-05:002013-01-29T15:07:42.267-05:00Spodee-o-dee-dopalcious<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
DPQ here. Back from a near death experience last night. Seeing as my cupboard is a bit dry these days and a girl wanted a lift, I took to taking a shot of that Moonshine I got sittin around here. And I don't think it's been keepin very well, cuz I damn near died after one shot. My throat was on fire.<br />
Next time someone offers me some moonshine, I will politely decline until some rum, beer, or whiskey comes my way. And I could never say no to some moscato!<br />
Can't say as that my near death experience is the reason for being late on this next weigh in here.<br />
Nope, I'm just late.<br />
Big Boi's new album. <i>Dangerous Lies & Viscous Rumours</i>.......<br />
Fucking LOVE IT!<br />
Now the schmo at MTV's web-site did not love it. Sorry I don't have the link for ya.<br />
Said some shit like it wasn't "gangsta enough."<br />
My girl (who has a beautiful skin of alabaster) sends me the linkee of the review. Texting me fuck that white dude. Then she asks me if that's racist. Ha ha!<br />
My reply is shoot, I know plenty of white boy gangsta types but yeah what a white sounding dude from MTV (could be black as night all we know) know about being gangsta. So well. too much time on that guy. Fuck him and his review.<br />
<i>Dangerous Lies and Viscous Rumors</i> if fucking amazing. I can't stop listening to it. It has such a musicality to it. Maybe I like it cuz it's saturated with female vocals. Um Little Dragon? Phantogram?<br />
And still coming in clutch with my southern boys taggin in. TI. Ludacris!<br />
Big Boi showing people how to cross genres like none other.<br />
And what makes me an authority? Well.<br />
Back in the late 90's I lived down South for a spell. Fell in love instantly with the Southern rap style. The swerve in the words and the bass in the beats. And that was before Juicy put trippy on the map, and TI got the world hooked on trap. Those southern boys were on some tripped out shit and the beats was nice since way back. OUtkast talkin about Aliens and everything. Wtf.<br />
I talked about my tripped out times in Atlanta in my first post ever on this damn blog.<br />
That's my authority. Shoot.<br />
I had also said I would be touchin on different mixtapes sharing with you my favorite song. So.<br />
This ain't no mixtape, And I sure as hell can't decide what my favorite song is, but this one is at the top from this album. Probably cuz the woman's lyrics on here show she is a bit disheveled herself. <br />
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That reviewer at MTV probably hates this song. Fuck him. Just like Snoop this gangsta grew up. Don't hate his new style young bul. I think it's Viscious.</div>
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You know somethin y'all.<br />
Queen B just had a little birdie come visit her recently and tell her that<br />
the Original Kenny Muthafucka is livin on a Mountain now.<br />
And let me tell you, a girl's hair was messed up for days when I heard the news.<br />
On a celebration bender.<br />
A Honey Bee be swoonin'<br />
~Talkin bout<br />
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If you ever wondered what a disheveled Prom Queen's favorite Grateful Dead song was,<br />
it is of course <i>Help on the Way</i>, cuz when a girl gets herself nice and disheveled,<br />
she is needing that good man to keep her steady. Stop her drifting off into a ditch somewhere.<br />
Well not <i>too</i> good a man I hope.<br />
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Disheveled Prom Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156642691665084972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090703079278499296.post-27125850736214216522013-01-14T16:38:00.004-05:002013-01-14T16:39:51.919-05:00I Want Candy<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
So remember when I told you that it is now all about white <i>girl </i>rappers?<br />
Have you ever seen such a thing in your life? <br />
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Disheveled Prom Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156642691665084972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090703079278499296.post-35807684371059534102013-01-14T09:48:00.002-05:002013-01-14T16:40:32.801-05:00Happy Bday to Me<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Well it's my birthday today. So I am sure you are wondering how disheveled I am.<br />
And all I can say is well. as disheveled as one can feel after shots of Jameson and beers on friday,<br />
sips of a 1933 Port and some Chandon on Sat., bottle of Brut with the bestie on Sunday...<br />
I feel great!<br />
but last year? Whole nother story.<br />
You see last year, in my vanity, I was not so thrilled to be having a birthday.<br />
People would ask, "how old are you turning?"<br />
And I would respond, "I'm turning old."<br />
May as well have been turning 40 in a homeless shelter. Damn, I was down.<br />
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In fact, last year, the only thing as could cheer me was cooking<br />
a nice Soul Food dinner for a Kenny Muthafucka.<br />
Extending a lil Southern Hospitality and a home cooked meal from my cast iron skillet to a<br />
super nice, cutie hoping we'd be best friends from that point on.<br />
Sipping our drinks out of mason jars, while I show him my jelly jar collection and such.<br />
Well kiddies, that boo and I are social media pen pals at best. Which is actually quite nice.<br />
I love a good pen pal. Had been lookin to fill the position.<br />
And as for not securing a resident cutie pie? We not want that. After 10 years of marriage,<br />
honey I am dim sum sample platter with it. <br />
Cuz I barely know what Love is anymore.<br />
And so I am pleased to, on my birthday, introduce you to. My latest rapper boo crush. Raz Simone:<br />
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Take a piece of my soul honey! Help yourself. Please! Southern hospitality style. It's my birthday.<br />
And when you leave, I nah be mad. I been livin cold too! </div>
Disheveled Prom Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156642691665084972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090703079278499296.post-10113767476164687612013-01-10T20:52:00.006-05:002013-01-10T20:52:57.107-05:00Lap A Luxury<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
And so on the theme of Sex/Money 2013, which promises sex music.<br />
Cuz for me, it's really like. Sex/Money/Music<br />
this song is sure to induce sexy time if played for me by dude when I am nice.<br />
I can't explain what it does to my body. Forreal. Completely disheveled.<br />
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Disheveled Prom Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156642691665084972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090703079278499296.post-79245704468443315242013-01-09T01:53:00.002-05:002013-01-09T01:53:45.279-05:00Get that Booty Back<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Since I just exposed y'all to some of the um. whitest-ness I've ever seen.<br />
Here's a little somethin to help us put the Funk back in it.<br />
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Disheveled Prom Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156642691665084972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090703079278499296.post-14834154374300748552013-01-09T00:12:00.000-05:002013-01-09T00:12:12.069-05:00Shoo Shoo Shoo<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Nancy Sinatra. Absolutely a disheveled prom queen.<br />
Is she forreal with this? I could think of so many other things to be up to in '67. Damn.<br />
No wonder why people were sipping the Kool Aid.<br />
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Ever see <i>Undercover Brother</i>? I think I've been white washed. If you just watched, let's go listen to gangsta rap and meet back here.</div>
Disheveled Prom Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156642691665084972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090703079278499296.post-61350041948060738222013-01-08T00:04:00.000-05:002013-01-08T00:20:09.330-05:00Grace Under Pressure<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
So basically, I got a Will & Grace thing going.<br />
When I'm not out being a Killah Queen, turning down dates with young bucks (that's what we call youngins here in Philly) I'm dealing with much more real and disheveled-like situations such as having a crush on a gay man at work.<br />
Yo. This shit is disheveled.<br />
I know he has a man. I know he ain't ever gonna change from that. And still, I am drawn to him,<br />
like think he's cute, and find myself a lil giddy or extra smiley around him.<br />
So I'm like wtf?<br />
Shoot, he's more masculine than some straight guys I know.<br />
But still clearly. not. looking. my. way. in that way.<br />
Utterly Disheveled.<br />
So the break down is. I like a dude in touch with his feminine side. Sure. It's somehow sexy.<br />
But they can't be girlish. And I can't stand no bitch ass man. Man, I can't say quite what it is.<br />
I like a softer side but I gotta know they can fuck some shit up. Be uncompromising.<br />
All out Manly at points. Gruff n stuff.<br />
So yeah, my gay work boo crush. He's Manly. Speak his mind n shit type guy. But real sweet.<br />
Oh wait. here I go again. and so. not. into. me.<br />
I am so Will and Grace with this one.<br />
And it is somehow totally different than being into pretty boys. Or is it?<br />
I guess I have a history. <br />
Or do I? Ruffneck? Pretty Boy? Lady boy? What is it?<br />
So disheveled.<br />
It's no wonder I absolutely Love me some David Bowie.<br />
Who as much as admitted in the 70's to being bi-sexual, but then went on to marry one of the first black supermodels. They have kids and all and have been together almost 20 years I think.<br />
Well he is a fellow Capricorn and his b-day is today.<br />
His lovely wife Iman being a Saggitarius just like my Tony was. What a hot couple!<br />
Happy Birthday Mr. Bowie, you sexy androgynous genius mother fucker. Dishevel me anytime.<br />
This is my new favorite song. I will come. And I will go. It's like he knows me!<br />
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Disheveled Prom Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156642691665084972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090703079278499296.post-73505904788372244272013-01-02T17:07:00.001-05:002013-01-02T17:07:56.770-05:00Sex/Money 2013!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Ladies, get your ratchet DPQ updo's going and Gents be sure to be saying 2 things nice.<br />
We gonna have a good time this year and my dance card is going to be full, I'll tell you what.<br />
Bringing it to a whole new level of disheveled for 2013!<br />
Leaving 2012 in the dust. This Prom Queen ain't Ton'y Old Girl no more.<br />
This Killah Queen is about to become more opinionated than ever.<br />
Sex/Money 2013 people. It's official. Let the games begin!<br />
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Disheveled Prom Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156642691665084972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090703079278499296.post-80764996518454400152012-12-30T14:39:00.001-05:002012-12-30T16:26:38.989-05:00Over Like a Fat Rat<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I have been sitting on this gem of a story for a couple weeks now, so let's go head and tell it.<br />
So. Are we up to speed on this whole notion that I should be driving a blue truck?<br />
Well anyway. Yes. I gotta thing for lil blue trucks. LUV style, you know. I want one.<br />
No reason to own a truck. which I guess is why I just want a <i>little</i> one.<br />
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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.<br />
Pardon the saturation here, the photo was taken at about 3 in the morning with a cell phone.<br />
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?<br />
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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.<br />
I tell him I like taking pictures of cars and so somehow this inspires him to begin courting me.<br />
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.<br />
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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?<br />
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 <i>own </i>thing.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
Cuz what? Was he thinkin he was about to get over like a fat rat? Buy my ticket, my drinks.<br />
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.<br />
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Disheveled Prom Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156642691665084972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090703079278499296.post-17234600527934949132012-12-26T17:19:00.004-05:002012-12-27T10:17:51.332-05:00like I always say Ball Playaz Only<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It's true that lately, I have let an eye wander onto not ball playaz only, but but but, good news kiddies.<br />
You will be happy to know that the most direct route to my lusty center is still a good old fashioned NBA team player.<br />
This <i>desire</i> to be confused as <i>love</i> at some point I'm sure and then proven to be only <i>infatuation </i>was<i> </i>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 <i>have </i>to buy be costing a little too much, whew, the Christmas Cheer is only left hiding itself in liquor bottles and jelly jars.<br />
Until, bout halfway through the Heat vs. Thunder game last night. when I realized......<br />
Best thing about Christmas?<br />
......................BASKETBALL...............................ALL...........................DAY.......................!!!!!!<br />
Fuck yeah! New Christmas day uniforms to check out and Ball Playas in fine form. All Day.<br />
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.<br />
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Let's run down highlights of DPQ's mind while watching this fine sport all day. <br />
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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! </div>
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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!</div>
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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.<br />
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by this point we are So <i>nice</i> and watching this <i>so</i> 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.<br />
then we're like, Durant and LeBron train together? followed by sappy tender girlie thoughts like "they <i>Inspire</i> each other!" it's just like what Magic did for Bird and vv. (well sorta)<br />
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Wade lookin good, Durant a cutie, Ibaka looks good too.<br />
To.....I can't decide. they're all so sexy!<br />
Electric blue is my favorite color!<br />
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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.<br />
But then it was like damn, Bulls first time ever losing on Christmas Day. Really? 1st time ever?<br />
Have I been drinking syrup? 1st time ever? And why are the shots just looking so damn big?<br />
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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!<br />
But then no, they lost.<br />
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....."<br />
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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. <br />
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Been a while since I spotted a cool wheat paste. Check this out.<br />
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Disheveled Prom Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156642691665084972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090703079278499296.post-18940080661418355092012-12-10T12:53:00.001-05:002012-12-10T13:22:21.218-05:00You Want a Proper Fit?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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.<br />
Thas right boo, I still remember your schedule.<br />
Anyhow DPQ obviously showing herself as a little disheveled.<br />
Because why even mention or dedicate a post to a long lost Love like this.<br />
But let's go!<br />
So, it's December 10th, Tony's birthday.<br />
Tony, of course being an alias, because names have been changed to protect the innocent.<br />
Me of course, not being innocent.<br />
And well, you see the thing about Tony, and why I keep holding on is, man. <br />
I loved him like no other before.<br />
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.<br />
Turns out that my Venus is in Sagittarius.<br />
No doubt, this is why I loved him to death and could not resist, I am sure.<br />
Cuz while last month I was lonely and sad when the sun was in Scorpio,<br />
right when it moved into Sag, things started poppin.<br />
We havin lots of fun these days, sex and money style.<br />
And so, the only track I could think of for this post was this one right here.<br />
Takin us back to where it all began.<br />
Happy Birthday Old Man, I am quite sure you still fyne as hell.<br />
And if you were wondering what I am wearing as I write this Tony, the answer is: nothing.<br />
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Disheveled Prom Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156642691665084972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090703079278499296.post-84129026124749683582012-12-07T00:14:00.002-05:002012-12-10T13:44:18.932-05:00Snoop Doggy Lion<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Hiya.<br />
Pullin out my prom hair for the unwind,<br />
I realize I haven't truly weighed in on what is going on with Snoop these days.<br />
And the thing is, I find it significant.<br />
Some real 2012 Ish. <br />
When Snoop first broke out, he was so Fresh, he was instantly famous.<br />
Straight outta Compton and into the spotlight, he is this Gangsta.<br />
a Banger.<br />
Out front, steady in his position. <br />
Follow me now.<br />
See, it was really hitting me, the significance, while I was watching a first set from<br />
the Damian Marley Nas tour from 2011 on You-tube last night.<br />
Cuz that Collabo in itself is so Epic.<br />
the Main voices of Reggae and Hip-Hop for my generation.<br />
and the music is Amazing.<br />
But yeah, watching the Nas Damian Marley concert was making me think of what Snoop is going through these days.<br />
the gansgta evolving into the Rasta after having this Homecoming experience in Jamaica.<br />
I wish I had the link of the article I read about Snoops visit to Jamaica that I'm talking about.<br />
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.<br />
Here's the latest.<br />
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I really get behind this transformation. It's still gangsta, but reggae gives a spiritual side.<br />
"Born a rebel, then I became a Man." <br />
Gangsta grows up and become Rasta.<br />
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