I’m still not amused.
But I’ll tell you another thing I’m not—I’m not at work. I’m OUT!
Have a great weekend! Toodles!
It’s Friday! Enjoy!
Look good?
Feel good?
Flash a smile/blow a kiss/pout it up/give a wink/take a pic/press send. Nothing like a photo shoot to brighten your day and someone else’s.
Yay Friday.
Filing and scanning papers? Bring it on. Annoying conversation about weekend plans? I’m all over it (yet so not amused).
Why? Because I get off at 12:30. Not a minute after. So feel free to waste my time today with things that don’t involve brain cells. The clock’s ticking…
Humidity, I see you baybay.
I knew you were gonna try to poof me out like Esperanza Spalding in a sauna but I came prepared, with the works (leave-in conditioner, actual I-need-to-wash-this-out-but-I’m-not conditioner, the world-famous Ampro black gel (don’t judge—it works for ME!), and last but not least, my toothbrush that’s strictly for baby hair (read: very much grown up edges) so I can look like Chilli from TLC) all in my work bag.
Looks like I win. Try again, sucka. I’ll be ready for you!
Author (who hasn’t seen me, writes in an email): If you’re African American, your parents knew more about your name than you think they knew because it means “little dark one”.
Girlfriend rule #7.10992: Don’t be afraid to change the subject.
Tired of constant convos like “Lint Location in Lace Fronts”/”Count the Interracial Couples”/”Light-skin vs. Dark-skin”/”Hermes bag owners and their credit debt”?
Well take a step into the unknown and talk about current events. Talk about the news. Ask your friends opinions about their future. You never know—you just may spark conversations that are meaningful, memorable, and definitely more positive and stimulating than discussing the latest brawls on reality TV.
I’m hormonal/it was hot like Libya, Ethiopia, and Djibouti last night and I couldn’t sleep/my wig ain’t sitting right on my head/I’m hormonal/I got tons of work to do but just can’t find the reason to actually do it/and I’m hormonal so do you really think I wanna sit here and talk to you about why I’m so quiet today?
Get away before I find pleasure in spilling my coffee on those horrendous TOMS shoes your wearing.
I stop fools and drop jewels but never run it/rock mics so nice I make ya stock price plummet
The Roots featuring Mos Def, Double Trouble
I just looked at my reflection and realized that I need to make some changes for the better.
We are all works in progress; it’s just up to us to actually admit that we’re not perfect as is and mental tweaking here and there (read: all over, on a regular basis) is needed.
This time, when I walk away from the mirror I won’t forget to actually follow through.
Is fashion art or is art fashion?
Doesn’t matter. Today’s inspiration.
Here’s my favorite flower—from me, to you!
Enjoy!
The last half hour during summer hours at work can be tough (except on Fridays—whoo hoooo).
You have two options: actually do some work, or do this. Guess which one I’m choosing.
We might not have a closet-full of YSLs, Miu Mius, and Manolos or maybe we do. Either way, here’s the thing: if you buy some fly shoes on sale, before you flaunt those painful pretty puppies, do yourself a favor and remove the sticker on the bottom of your sole.
Why? Because it’s nothing tackier than seeing that red bottom with a semi-scraped tag which yells, “I look like a million bucks although I got these lavender and lime green patent leather Louboutins at 75% off because no one else wanted them.” Own those bad boys like you waited on a list for them.
Girlfriend rule #2.9375: Always tell your girlfriend when she has that nasty, “I really can’t look at you until you remove it” buildup of crusty lipstick/gloss/altogether grossness on her lips.
Wiping your own lips isn’t enough of a hint, ladies.