Why lupus is more common in people of Asian and African descent | Booster Shots | Los Angeles Times
Lemme see...Lupus or Malaria...Lupus or Malaria...I'd take flippin' Malaria thank you very much!!! I've had that too many times to think it as deadly as Lupus! Tcha! Idjits!
Wednesday 14 April 2010
Thursday 8 April 2010
Model Agent Paul Rowland Wouldn’t Mind Casting an Androgynous Basketball Player -- The Cut
Model Agent Paul Rowland Wouldn’t Mind Casting an Androgynous Basketball Player -- The Cut
She's...beautiful...he's beautiful...either way...beautiful and so...interesting...this is what fashion and modelling should be like...a work of art...and the atheist rejects the existence of God...He is wonderful...
Wednesday 7 April 2010
Tuesday 6 April 2010
Familiarity breeds...
Seriously, I don't want to know when a celebrity's taking a shit at the precise moment he/she is taking it. Truth be told, I don't want to know that the celebrity does a number 2 at all except if captured by a paparazzo's lens. Seriously. I don't want them to be human or "just fucking like me" no. There's a reason why I'm paying to see you either on the cinema screen or in a fucking concert. Seriously. Get off fucking twitter and delete your FB/myspace account. Seriously.
How odd is it to wank off to a fucking photo of you at night and retweet your shit the following morning? This is why there's a proliferation of stalkers. How DARE you make yourself available???? How DARE you flirt with my fantasies? No, you canNOT eat your cake and have it. You canNOT be accessible and live in an ivory tower. Rapunzel did not fucking throw her god damned hair down but still have an escalator in the fucking tower for accessibility. Seriously. I don't want to know whether you're lonely or not. Not my business. I want to read all the goss about you in the sleaze ball magazines. Not poke you on fucking facebook. Seriously. Fuck off my miserable life and stick to my fucking daydreams. Just sayin'.
How odd is it to wank off to a fucking photo of you at night and retweet your shit the following morning? This is why there's a proliferation of stalkers. How DARE you make yourself available???? How DARE you flirt with my fantasies? No, you canNOT eat your cake and have it. You canNOT be accessible and live in an ivory tower. Rapunzel did not fucking throw her god damned hair down but still have an escalator in the fucking tower for accessibility. Seriously. I don't want to know whether you're lonely or not. Not my business. I want to read all the goss about you in the sleaze ball magazines. Not poke you on fucking facebook. Seriously. Fuck off my miserable life and stick to my fucking daydreams. Just sayin'.
Monday 5 April 2010
The sexiest man alive bar f*ing none
He is fair skinned, he is short, he's got a damned perm, he'd probably share my make up bag and heels, his is the only falsetto I'll listen to, so he checks all the wrong boxes (EVERY SINGLE DAMNED ONE) but he is 5 foot 2 full of pure sexiness and I dare anyone to tell me otherwise
Celebrating 4
SO I'll make an exception here...don't do fair skinned men. No. But he's just raw sex appeal...
Ummm...
Some things should be left to the imagination...Lord knows I'd have imagined a heck of a lot more.
Celebrating 2
Mmm mmm mmm...God help me. What a mouth. A lot of things run through my mind right now but let me first immerse myself in this image. Right...now...*exhale*...moving along before any other accidents occur
Andwele "Dwele" Gardner. FLY. My girl doesn't get it though...well didn't until she.scrolled.up.a.step. Another convert.
LMAOO! I crack myself up!!! Moving along...
Celebrating
So I'm going to put up some fine specimens. Mmmhhhmmm because I can:
Dwight Howard. Good GLORY LORD!
Thank you Lord for keeping me away from sin Lord. Because you KNOW that my marriage hasn't got a chance in hell if I were to ever meet this man. Thank you Jesus. Oh Glory GLORY Lord.
Dwight Howard. Good GLORY LORD!
Thank you Lord for keeping me away from sin Lord. Because you KNOW that my marriage hasn't got a chance in hell if I were to ever meet this man. Thank you Jesus. Oh Glory GLORY Lord.
Saturday 3 April 2010
Afterthought
LOL! Looking at my last post but one (or two!) I guess I'm not over my Dwele phase afterall. Pshh. Crack must feel like this.
The day before...
...Easter I'm sitting in front of the tv watching Addams Family values in my track bottoms and a wife beater...bollocks...oh with a thimbleful (read, half a highball glass) of fine single malt...the little one's taking his nap...I WAS going to make sweet and sour pork with some egg fried rice (comfort food since the Mister's working all weekend) but I can't be bothered since i'll be eating it alone...no. I lie. I've misplaced my flipping bank card, and God knows where the Mister flung his. So all I've got on me is 10 quid. Not throwing that on no sodding sweet and sour until they've sent my flipping card. Or his. GAH!
Dwele “What’s Not To Love” MP3 | Suite903
Dwele “What’s Not To Love” MP3 | Suite903
This song...it's nice I guess...no really..it doesn't have that thing that would make me put it on constant replay...smooth lyrics...like a summer breeze...but..almost trite...only almost. But I'm not discouraged because I've discovered that popular songs of Dwele's really aren't that popular with me...so I'm waiting for the album...which brings me to the Album "W.ants W.orld W.omen" W.W.W. The title...what does that mean? Is it like a rallying "Calling all women!!!" Or is it "for women only" type album...or what? Curiouser and curiouser. Nice. A bit clunky, but nice. Read off his FB wall (yes I've activated the page) that he was thinking of "G Spot". Oh. God. No. How cliche is that? Done to death. "D Spot" is only a smidgen less trite. Thank God he chucked it.
...I just wish he'd sing more about the other side you know? I understand that people play to their strengths and all that and his voice was made to love... for love...but...one cannot ignore pain...pain of rejection, pain of dark cloudy depression, pain of suicide, pain of grinding loss...Now because I know that pain, I'd like to know someone can put it into words you know? You know...when the penny drops and you think "My GOD! He knows!!!!"...
Nyeh...most people don't, which probably a blessing. It's just amazing how Dwele does it. You know the guy's simply talking about cheating (no not the song "I'm Cheating"! I mean "If you want to") and you know in your head it's wrong, but hell! The guy isn't even singing to me and I'm ready to drop my knickers and say "Take me now" in a tremble! Like DAMN! Because it's more about what's not said than what is....aaaahhhh Dwele! Our Marvin Gaye!
Friday 2 April 2010
Chrysalis...
I'm over my "Dwele" phase of life...I think actually meeting him did it...I guess I expected more...I should have asked but I was tongue-tied. How does one sing about "Love Ultra" (still my song du jour) but not about the other side? The pain? The raw pain that I feel almost every day? I connect with the lyrics...it's beautiful...but each time I think about the pain? It becomes...well..trite.
Census Apologizes for 'Negro' Line - US News and World Report
Census Apologizes for 'Negro' Line - US News and World Report
Black people need to make up their damned minds. This is why we are never taken seriously. Okay, no "Nigger" that's fine. I understand that...well...not really...because we still call each other "NIgger". So no. I don't get that. No black...huh? Why not??? Are you white??? No seriously. I'm not white, I'm black. I'm still trying to understand what is wrong with that. Coloured? Now that's idiotic. The tag "coloured" is a joke. Worse joke: You don't want to be called "Coloured" but you won't mind being called "People of colour" SMDH. "Nuff said.
African American???? What a hoot!!! What the HELL do you know about Africa? What the HELL do you know about being African??? Please! There's nothing African about you so please restrict yourselves to "Black American" as the British respectfully refer to themselves as "Black British". You do not know what it is to be African. You do not know what it is to be me.
Black people need to make up their damned minds. This is why we are never taken seriously. Okay, no "Nigger" that's fine. I understand that...well...not really...because we still call each other "NIgger". So no. I don't get that. No black...huh? Why not??? Are you white??? No seriously. I'm not white, I'm black. I'm still trying to understand what is wrong with that. Coloured? Now that's idiotic. The tag "coloured" is a joke. Worse joke: You don't want to be called "Coloured" but you won't mind being called "People of colour" SMDH. "Nuff said.
African American???? What a hoot!!! What the HELL do you know about Africa? What the HELL do you know about being African??? Please! There's nothing African about you so please restrict yourselves to "Black American" as the British respectfully refer to themselves as "Black British". You do not know what it is to be African. You do not know what it is to be me.
Wednesday 31 March 2010
‘Slutty Chic’ Hot for Prom -- HUH????
If I were to have a daughter and she wanted to wear this to the prom...Lord help me. I won't be held responsible.‘Slutty Chic’ Hot for Prom -- The Cut
Sunday 28 March 2010
Boy murdered at Tube station named - Yahoo! News UK
Boy murdered at Tube station named - Yahoo! News UK
Oh LORD...when will we black people stop hurting each other? When?
Oh LORD...when will we black people stop hurting each other? When?
Jimmy Choo Made $2,500 Shoes That Light Up -- The Cut
Jimmy Choo Made $2,500 Shoes That Light Up -- The Cut
I'm sorry, but the only word for these is fucking horrendous.
Friday 19 March 2010
Friday 12 March 2010
As is.
It is so difficult to understand...once you have a penis...you really don't GET just how difficult it is being a married African woman...the man expects to be waited on hand and foot...this is of course regardless of whether you work or not. Or not. It never really matters. Never matters what the hell you do. I am out of a job. That is not to say that my work experience is not fantastic. It's stellar. But somehow, as a woman, no one sees that. You know? As a woman, it doesn't really matter what impact I make on the world there's nothing as important as being a wife and mother. Nothing. Does anyone understand that I am angry??? Very angry. I have NEVER been a woman to expect being taken care of by anyone. No one. I believe I have enough degrees, strength, intelligence and tenacity to do that on my own. But who gives a flying fuck really? Who? Not the Mister obviously. I was going to work AND taking care of the home. But now I receive £200 a month as a fucking handout. A fucking handout. I wish I didn't have the mind I have. I wish I didn't have the attitude I have towards life. I wish I wasn't, for want of a better term "manly" in my thinking. I wish I was more the dainty damsel in distress type. This way I would know how to scheme. I would know how to get what I need from a man. I wish someone had taught me. I have folks at home that need help. I am the first child of my parents. I am their only female child. And I have responsibilities. Where we come from? We take care of our responsibilities. And I'm too broke to do so.
I am so angry. And then it occurred to me today. Before all this shit. I realised something. I suffer deeply from depression. And to be honest, I thought that...I thought the reason why I suffer from it is because I have been sexually molested for the most part of my life...my father...my uncles...that's what I thought you know? But I was so wrong. I might have been raped by a hundred men and yet...not be depressed. Not be so down that all I really want to do is leap of a ledge. Seriously. Even if I didn't have the most beautiful, wonderful son on the face of the earth (how ironic is it that I birthed a man child?) I would really still feel like taking all the pills I have in the world. And no one would fucking understand. Ever. You feel like you're in a glass box and you're grimacing in pain but everyone looking on assumes you're smiling with glee. Yeah. The life of the party luv innit? Yeah blood. And yet all you really want to do is slit your wrists. And my childhood might have been idyllic. Fun and games. A real Brady Bunch type scenario. There would still be the dark. Always threatening. You smile for two days straight and wonder what's going on. You can NOT get up and leave the house. You just can't. Just. Can. Not.
The Mister was suggesting we have a routine where we go out every second Sunday. I notice this guy likes the whole picket fence thing. The whole Daddy goes to work, mommy does her thing at home and kiddy goes to school and is kept nice and shiny like a fucking tuppence by mommy. Of course. They say ignorance is bliss. He doesn't feel like slitting his writs EVER. Of COURSE he's been spared. Routine? You're fucking kidding. You're crawling through a dank dark cave and someone's showing you, smilingly "look, there's a light at the end of the tunnel!" And you know it's a fucking train. But you see the light and happiness in the Mister's fucking eyes. And you haven't the heart to fucking break it to him. The enemy is not fucking outside and you canNOT "protect" your fucking family unit from it. The enemy is within. People need to grow up. Seriously.
I am so angry. And then it occurred to me today. Before all this shit. I realised something. I suffer deeply from depression. And to be honest, I thought that...I thought the reason why I suffer from it is because I have been sexually molested for the most part of my life...my father...my uncles...that's what I thought you know? But I was so wrong. I might have been raped by a hundred men and yet...not be depressed. Not be so down that all I really want to do is leap of a ledge. Seriously. Even if I didn't have the most beautiful, wonderful son on the face of the earth (how ironic is it that I birthed a man child?) I would really still feel like taking all the pills I have in the world. And no one would fucking understand. Ever. You feel like you're in a glass box and you're grimacing in pain but everyone looking on assumes you're smiling with glee. Yeah. The life of the party luv innit? Yeah blood. And yet all you really want to do is slit your wrists. And my childhood might have been idyllic. Fun and games. A real Brady Bunch type scenario. There would still be the dark. Always threatening. You smile for two days straight and wonder what's going on. You can NOT get up and leave the house. You just can't. Just. Can. Not.
The Mister was suggesting we have a routine where we go out every second Sunday. I notice this guy likes the whole picket fence thing. The whole Daddy goes to work, mommy does her thing at home and kiddy goes to school and is kept nice and shiny like a fucking tuppence by mommy. Of course. They say ignorance is bliss. He doesn't feel like slitting his writs EVER. Of COURSE he's been spared. Routine? You're fucking kidding. You're crawling through a dank dark cave and someone's showing you, smilingly "look, there's a light at the end of the tunnel!" And you know it's a fucking train. But you see the light and happiness in the Mister's fucking eyes. And you haven't the heart to fucking break it to him. The enemy is not fucking outside and you canNOT "protect" your fucking family unit from it. The enemy is within. People need to grow up. Seriously.
Wednesday 10 March 2010
Monday 8 March 2010
Two planks.
How difficult is it for men... African men...to understand? I was not desperate to get married when I met you. I just wasn't. I really didn't care for it, and in fact, happened to be extremely wary of it. I don't know one married man that hasn't cheated. Not even my dad. That sort of thing tends to scar one. And yet, here I am falling into the into the typical. I'm now in step with the norm. How many times did I discuss the fear of what I look at as a "loss of self" and "lack of outlet" that is the bane of most married African womens' lives? (First I am Mrs O, then I'm Mo's mum. WTFlaminF???) And you pretended to care and understand. I couldn't care less if I tried anymore. If you cannot see that I am vastly different from the myriad of African women, then seriously, we've got a problem Houston.
I don't want your friends, I want mine. I don't want your life, I want mine. I don't ewant your ideas, I want mine. I don't want your money, I want mine. I want to be known as and recognized for being me. Not your wife. Where's MY individuality?
I don't want your friends, I want mine. I don't want your life, I want mine. I don't ewant your ideas, I want mine. I don't want your money, I want mine. I want to be known as and recognized for being me. Not your wife. Where's MY individuality?
Friday 5 March 2010
Dwele...
It's taken me about 24 hours...but finally I'm there...I had to let it sink in...I actually met Andwele "Dwele" Gardner...of course I acted like a complete tit...but still...I met Dwele...wow...I went for an Angie Stone concert he was opening here in Manchester (UK luv)...of course I didn't give a toss about Ms Stone (no offence but I was interested in Dwele. Just Dwele....sigh...Like I said, I behaved like a total simpering fool (by my standards of course!!!)..when I've had a bit to drink, I just might talk about it...that's not a photo I took by the way...but that's exactly what he looked like...he is so...well...cool...yes...I'm an old hag but I don't think I could put it any other way...wow...I LOVE DWELE.
Thursday 4 March 2010
Tuesday 2 March 2010
Wonder Twins Head For High School Aged Nine - Yahoo! News UK
Wonder Twins Head For High School Aged Nine - Yahoo! News UK
Isn't it funny how no one is mentioning the fact that they are "Of Nigerian descent"??? And yet, if it were a crime....you get the picture...they LOVE immigrants now don't they??? Psshhh!!!
Isn't it funny how no one is mentioning the fact that they are "Of Nigerian descent"??? And yet, if it were a crime....you get the picture...they LOVE immigrants now don't they??? Psshhh!!!
Grass ring???
Women - Growing Jewelry House - Jewellery - Growing Jewelry House Silver Ring With Moss
That thing was definitely NOT £200 a couple of weeks ago...that good huh?
David Edelstein on 'Alice in Wonderland,' 'The Yellow Handkerchief,' and 'The Art of the Steal' -- New York Magazine Movie Review
David Edelstein on 'Alice in Wonderland,' 'The Yellow Handkerchief,' and 'The Art of the Steal' -- New York Magazine Movie Review
Ooohh ooohhh ooohh ooooooooooohhhhh!!!! Tim Burton, Helena Bonham Carter, Johnny Depp???? In ANOTHER movie together???? Un-flipping-missable!!!!
Milan Fashion Week Organizers Still Furious Over Anna Wintour’s Travel Plans -- The Cut
Milan Fashion Week Organizers Still Furious Over Anna Wintour’s Travel Plans -- The Cut:
"'Nobody, not even if her name is Anna Wintour, can take the liberty to do and undo our fashion schedule.'"
LMFAOOO!!!!! Of COURSE she can. You've all given The Wintour the power to! Why? I'll never understand. I detest the shrivelled up thing.
"'Nobody, not even if her name is Anna Wintour, can take the liberty to do and undo our fashion schedule.'"
LMFAOOO!!!!! Of COURSE she can. You've all given The Wintour the power to! Why? I'll never understand. I detest the shrivelled up thing.
Sunday 28 February 2010
Okay...let's get this over with...Death to Amber Rose.
Amber rose???? Somebody shoot me now. Are you shitting me??? Okay this is what it is. I'm not about to get up and try to fill Alexander McQueen's shoes (God rest his soul) so what the hell is this chic doing???? She needs to fall back and let people who have it, as well as those who have, over the years been able to acquire it, do their thing. What on EARTH is this????
Oh Lord!!! This heiffer needs to stop. I'm 80% pissed off (Ms Jones would be insulted) and 20% pissing myself with laughter. What is this???? I can practically see the fangs in Ms Jones shot. And she hasn't got any! The power of the pose and the look on her face! And then Amber goes and defiles it by looking like she's taking it up the chocolate highway. Someone needs to shoot this chic. Or me. As someone else said, I wonder what she'll do when leggings go out of fashion. She seems to find it fashionable constantly showing off her camel toe. She shaves her head, dyes it blond, slips on some wayfarers and calls her style edgy???? Seriously, someone needs to end my misery and SHOOT ME NOW!!!! Next photo:
As anyone can see, Ms Jones eyes are feral. Amber's are dead. It's not just the pose Miss Missy. It's the eyes. It's the tilt of the face. It's the curl of the mouth. Some have it, some don't. You? Don't. Nuff sed. Last photos:
What. The. Fuck. Ambers tits and bum get in the way. This woman is nowhere NEAR as lithe as Ms Jones is. NOWHERE. Heck even The Mister noticed it! She's nowhere near as graceful as Ms Jones is. Ms Jones "Island Life" cover reminds me of the numerous African figurines that my father used to collect. Beautiful carvings of polished mahogany. That's what it looks like. And the Amber comes and mucks it up. That body (Amber's) is good for nothing more or less than fucking. Hard. And raw. Period. Period.
Well, they say any publicity is good publicity right? RIGHT???? She needs to get back to stripping, and shaking her ass in Kanye's face. And leave well alone. Seriously.
p.s.
Linda Are you serious?????? FAIL. Pathetic more like.
Oh Lord!!! This heiffer needs to stop. I'm 80% pissed off (Ms Jones would be insulted) and 20% pissing myself with laughter. What is this???? I can practically see the fangs in Ms Jones shot. And she hasn't got any! The power of the pose and the look on her face! And then Amber goes and defiles it by looking like she's taking it up the chocolate highway. Someone needs to shoot this chic. Or me. As someone else said, I wonder what she'll do when leggings go out of fashion. She seems to find it fashionable constantly showing off her camel toe. She shaves her head, dyes it blond, slips on some wayfarers and calls her style edgy???? Seriously, someone needs to end my misery and SHOOT ME NOW!!!! Next photo:
As anyone can see, Ms Jones eyes are feral. Amber's are dead. It's not just the pose Miss Missy. It's the eyes. It's the tilt of the face. It's the curl of the mouth. Some have it, some don't. You? Don't. Nuff sed. Last photos:
What. The. Fuck. Ambers tits and bum get in the way. This woman is nowhere NEAR as lithe as Ms Jones is. NOWHERE. Heck even The Mister noticed it! She's nowhere near as graceful as Ms Jones is. Ms Jones "Island Life" cover reminds me of the numerous African figurines that my father used to collect. Beautiful carvings of polished mahogany. That's what it looks like. And the Amber comes and mucks it up. That body (Amber's) is good for nothing more or less than fucking. Hard. And raw. Period. Period.
Well, they say any publicity is good publicity right? RIGHT???? She needs to get back to stripping, and shaking her ass in Kanye's face. And leave well alone. Seriously.
p.s.
Linda Are you serious?????? FAIL. Pathetic more like.
Saturday 27 February 2010
Premier League - Bridge snubs Terry handshake - Yahoo! Eurosport
Premier League - Bridge snubs Terry handshake - Yahoo! Eurosport
Lucky he didn't receive a left hook. Idiot.
Friday 26 February 2010
Men
Okay, I'll clarify. Whenever I say "Men are stupid, lets throw rocks at 'em" Just know that I've had a quarrel with the Mister. What happened? I might go into it. I might not. RIght now? Not. Fuck 'em all. I was better off...no..I wasn't. I have a beautiful son.
Lily Allen Walks With the Animals -- The Cut
Lily Allen Walks With the Animals -- The Cut
Whoever advised her to step out looking like that should be flayed, tarred, feathered and finally given the sack.
Lily needs to return to the zoo.
Zac Posen Always Dreamed of Dressing Size 16, and Now He Can -- The Cut
Zac Posen Always Dreamed of Dressing Size 16, and Now He Can -- The Cut
Am I the only one who thinks that the fashion industry could easily be on mars???? Truth is, Size 16 US??? Honestly, it's not healthy. And no. I'm not a fan of bloody Beth Ditto. I like big, but that's just bloody ridiculous.
And this idiot, Zac, says he dreams of dressing Size 16??? What stopped him exactly? Isn't it odd how he puts this out right around the period when the Fashion industry is beginning to realise that the world isn't made up of size zeros. A break? Please?
Am I the only one who thinks that the fashion industry could easily be on mars???? Truth is, Size 16 US??? Honestly, it's not healthy. And no. I'm not a fan of bloody Beth Ditto. I like big, but that's just bloody ridiculous.
And this idiot, Zac, says he dreams of dressing Size 16??? What stopped him exactly? Isn't it odd how he puts this out right around the period when the Fashion industry is beginning to realise that the world isn't made up of size zeros. A break? Please?
p.s.
I don't twitter. I refuse to. I've disabled my Facebook page. So this is my solitary window to the world. Where one may or may not read whatever inanities pop into my head. Randomly. I think I'm sleepy now.
G'night.
G'night.
Insomniac
I won't introduce myself.
Isn't it funny how when you decide to start a blog, there's this rush of things you want to talk about and you've all of a sudden got an opinion on absolutely everything? Then you start it. And it's all gone.
This is my "Dwele" phase of life. I'm discovering myself...what I like, what I don't what I will compromise on, what I won't.
Since I'm just moving in to this space, I suppose it'll take some time to develop.
Watch this space. If you can be bothered.
Isn't it funny how when you decide to start a blog, there's this rush of things you want to talk about and you've all of a sudden got an opinion on absolutely everything? Then you start it. And it's all gone.
This is my "Dwele" phase of life. I'm discovering myself...what I like, what I don't what I will compromise on, what I won't.
Since I'm just moving in to this space, I suppose it'll take some time to develop.
Watch this space. If you can be bothered.
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