tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42315354164416971482024-02-19T07:16:33.237-05:00THE...WORLD...IS...GAY, GREEN & GULLIBLE {WELL, AREN'T YOU}TWIG JEZEBELhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17203704591971309282noreply@blogger.comBlogger58125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231535416441697148.post-15472906894906898332010-01-04T13:31:00.003-05:002010-01-04T13:52:33.187-05:00GOT MUNCHIES?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJfJ7SIWMHY9gFBdukoUHFmCKgnjSY7v_m8-BCsnOFnmVEYdSuLGqPbSyuBqob0a0W-sQajUyx5_sWM6jBmz27_AQhL9TzdP75lbPDTrIUEbR_cB0kywG9tgWzGf-fl2X_u9JrY17AKZXa/s1600-h/Trix.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 155px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJfJ7SIWMHY9gFBdukoUHFmCKgnjSY7v_m8-BCsnOFnmVEYdSuLGqPbSyuBqob0a0W-sQajUyx5_sWM6jBmz27_AQhL9TzdP75lbPDTrIUEbR_cB0kywG9tgWzGf-fl2X_u9JrY17AKZXa/s400/Trix.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422955327574935602" border="0" /></a>Different look, return to that original flavor. General Mills finally took heed to my threat letters. Tasted a bowl of Trix for the first time in a long time in the new year and my buds were excited to time travel to Saturday morns. *Reaches for the mixing bowl*TWIG JEZEBELhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17203704591971309282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231535416441697148.post-41887051911533486522009-10-21T18:52:00.003-04:002009-10-21T19:03:50.352-04:00CHANGE I CAN BELIEVE IN<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwlb_9n3kkORKhVkfP2Quz9ATFU5Pm2eOb5EX0psGCxjrSZ84ZO8Of9gpaUyKrbuG1ESZLVUUzbs3IrT0GsQaFdnzXwIgQ7CwNp2Jn5CxKFitWUsbDAv2iHoY8QQhejTxSNvK37MTYeR7b/s1600-h/davis-angela-wanted-poster.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwlb_9n3kkORKhVkfP2Quz9ATFU5Pm2eOb5EX0psGCxjrSZ84ZO8Of9gpaUyKrbuG1ESZLVUUzbs3IrT0GsQaFdnzXwIgQ7CwNp2Jn5CxKFitWUsbDAv2iHoY8QQhejTxSNvK37MTYeR7b/s400/davis-angela-wanted-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395192554785801810" border="0" /></a>TWIG JEZEBELhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17203704591971309282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231535416441697148.post-67412512080578895402009-09-29T17:44:00.001-04:002009-09-29T17:44:55.714-04:00AWAITING YOUR RETURN<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/vOFNFRV8DUo' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/vOFNFRV8DUo'/></object></p><p>My loyalty will forever be with these bad boys.</p></div>TWIG JEZEBELhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17203704591971309282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231535416441697148.post-7678556671919952552009-08-16T14:31:00.008-04:002009-08-16T14:40:37.096-04:00TRUE ROMANCE<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjplzN9D7SYkARbQrZzVdZ9A2YGg2IuglGX92lYFUY8Y-LjStWgPtax76EPE8EPyTLW13r6rIae4bVAfyzes0vFexGU6sB5Ey5rW-l40ugJKpUu1mtuQERj7w0v6wDNkt-HguPBC7PvqVI0/s1600-h/LAST+TRAIN+TO+PARIS.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjplzN9D7SYkARbQrZzVdZ9A2YGg2IuglGX92lYFUY8Y-LjStWgPtax76EPE8EPyTLW13r6rIae4bVAfyzes0vFexGU6sB5Ey5rW-l40ugJKpUu1mtuQERj7w0v6wDNkt-HguPBC7PvqVI0/s400/LAST+TRAIN+TO+PARIS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370632497563943218" border="0" /></a>19:35 mark<br /></div>TWIG JEZEBELhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17203704591971309282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231535416441697148.post-5364762646056914122009-08-15T16:26:00.011-04:002009-10-21T19:05:08.510-04:00MY BOTTOM BITCH<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSdv84jZCn5ZPL9Jeoy8kWWIK2P2gzGrla5CXgkgTvfTDZi4LOVc4aQTpNfAV96aOrGcos83hFz9URMNEBHKHsS7OitiINWXSiNmwTHHi_jmOX2YHDj81iUC88BFYhjwYjbOu7kpEUsgsX/s1600-h/Swan.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSdv84jZCn5ZPL9Jeoy8kWWIK2P2gzGrla5CXgkgTvfTDZi4LOVc4aQTpNfAV96aOrGcos83hFz9URMNEBHKHsS7OitiINWXSiNmwTHHi_jmOX2YHDj81iUC88BFYhjwYjbOu7kpEUsgsX/s400/Swan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370293619290769618" border="0" /></a>I have a lot of favorite people but another one of my BB spots goes to Naomi Campbell. Like B, if you have any room to hate, hate ya' self! I don't need to run down a list of reasons to love this woman, but when you start runnin' yo' shit the same way, you too can be added to the repertoire of Bottom Bitch classifieds. It's summertime in the city, and sad sad sad to say, but I haven't picked up a thing. Perhaps I'm still searching for that thang to keep me up all night. I've gotta find my copy of Swan. I read this back in high school and it's definitely one of my classic chic lit picks. *Wonders if it's still on the market.*<br /></div>TWIG JEZEBELhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17203704591971309282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231535416441697148.post-27104628842226733212009-07-14T23:40:00.009-04:002010-01-04T17:44:51.606-05:00@LISETTECAZARET<div style="margin: 8px 0px; padding: 8px;"> <a href="http://twitter.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://assets0.twitter.com/images/twitter_logo_header.png?src=mail" style="border: 0px none ;" /></a> </div> <div style="margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt; height: 10px;"> <img src="http://static.twitter.com/images/arr2.gif" style="margin: 2px 0px 0px 25px; padding: 0px;" /> </div> <h2 style="margin-bottom: 16px;">Hi, Tiffany Womble.</h2> <p> <a href="http://twitter.com/dreamhampton?utm_campaign=twitter20080331162631&utm_medium=email&utm_source=follow" target="_blank">dream hampton (dreamhampton)</a> is now following your updates on Twitter. </p> <p> A little information about dream hampton: </p> <div style="border: 1px solid rgb(238, 238, 238); margin: 8px 0pt 16px 0px; padding: 5px; background: rgb(246, 246, 246) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; font-family: 'Lucida Grande',Lucida Grande,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; line-height: 18px; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"> <table> <tbody><tr> <td valign="top"><a href="http://twitter.com/dreamhampton?utm_campaign=twitter20080331162631&utm_medium=email&utm_source=follow" style="text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"><img src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/twitter_production/profile_images/150104855/dream_normal.jpg" style="border: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); margin-right: 5px;" height="48px" width="48px" /></a></td> <td valign="top"> <span style="color: rgb(119, 119, 119); font-style: italic;font-family:Georgia,serif;font-size:110%;" > <span style="padding-left: 6px;">10714 followers</span><br /><span style="padding-left: 6px;">3168 updates</span><br /><span style="padding-left: 6px;">following 684 people</span> </span> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> </div> <p style="border-top: 1px solid rgb(238, 238, 238); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding-top: 13px;font-family:'Lucida Grande',Lucida Grande,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"> <span style="font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Georgia,serif;font-size:13px;" >The Twitter Team</span> </p><p style="margin-top: 5px; font-size: 10px;"> Turn off these emails at: <a href="http://twitter.com/account/notifications?utm_campaign=twitter20080331162631&utm_medium=email&utm_source=follow" target="_blank">http://twitter.com/account/<wbr>notifications</a> </p><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Okay, so check it out. To random people this might not be a big deal in your world of whatever it is you do on the daily. But in my world of pen to pretty tablet this made me fall for Twitter more than you could ever know. Upon checking my gmail, my mouth hung open. I told everybody, "dreamhampton is fuckin' following me on Twitter." Of course no one but <span style="font-style: italic;">me</span> gave a fuck. I've always had a writer's crush on dreamhampton. I could never find any of her writings on the net aside from a piece on the honorable MissOctaviaButler and one on Maxwell that I didn't quite agree with. A few months back I came across a Q&A on <a href="http://www.kiddunot.com/">kiddunot</a> where I found out that her and Big were besties. I knew but I didn't know. Which is all the more reason to know and admire such an awesome person, 'cause anybody that got love for my #1 fat boy gotta have love for me. LLS, I crack myself up! Her words & presence in Twitterville reveal a childlike heart and our adoration for Seuss. Unlike many of the psuedo-celebs tweeting around to see how many fans will dryhump their nutsack she knows that we are all equal and in search of a greater good. Although she forewarns about excessive name-droppin' on any #followfriday, she reserves that right for her journey through this thing called music. And while I thought I was the go-to person to all of my non-writer friends, I learn something new whenever she updates. <a href="http://www.willard-wigan.com/">willard wigan</a>, who knew! Looking forward to my cross country trip where I time travel via her timeline. Now when & if @sistersouljah starts tweeting, I'll just die. @iamdiddy will never have to reply<br />@dreamhampton you inspire me to be greater!</div>TWIG JEZEBELhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17203704591971309282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231535416441697148.post-56479921415772054112009-07-09T21:07:00.005-04:002009-07-09T21:12:53.167-04:00FOR YOUR AURAL PLEASURE<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p style="text-align: justify;">Marsha! Marsha! Marsha! Why you gotta breathe & hum on the tracks like you do!?! This right here is the hotness, you definitely put your smackdown. Follow the drip to <a href="http://www.suite903.com/2009/07/08/marsha-ambrosius-live-in-the-uk/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">suite903</span></a> & download her new mixtape, <i>Yours Truly</i></p><p><object height="350" width="425"><param value="http://youtube.com/v/_0WOscOhKH4" name="movie"><embed height="350" width="425" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/_0WOscOhKH4"></embed></object></p></div>TWIG JEZEBELhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17203704591971309282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231535416441697148.post-27489003975012408482009-06-29T21:50:00.011-04:002009-06-29T23:05:05.946-04:0025 - LIFE<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwkqYsuhKXDspO3tDu5uTVAOhPFmKFDy-ti292xJ4yVlDPR9AeiPMqyUiN-VBpfKgDuwVn4Enc0bdbgIl2F0yKT5MRzlyU7j7FjlQwfnfEcj9Ii79lXb-6T54GbEk9Y6U7qqMNQOYNaC0F/s1600-h/obeezybehindbars.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwkqYsuhKXDspO3tDu5uTVAOhPFmKFDy-ti292xJ4yVlDPR9AeiPMqyUiN-VBpfKgDuwVn4Enc0bdbgIl2F0yKT5MRzlyU7j7FjlQwfnfEcj9Ii79lXb-6T54GbEk9Y6U7qqMNQOYNaC0F/s400/obeezybehindbars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352951274062905858" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">"AS recently as last week the white house directed the usjd to act on relief for prisoners who have been serving extraordinary amounts of time on the premise of the crack law. congress are now in the process of reducing the penalty from a 100 to 1 ratio to a 1 to 1 equal to normal existing laws regarding crack in its natural form of powder cocaine. for over 20yrs the public has been lobbying for this transition and it has now come to fruition on the back of a decision congress made a while ago when they decided not to expand the penalty's for the drug known as crystal meth--a drug that has been destroying white communities all across the united states at a rate equal to the explosion of crack in the 1980's. congress decided that to increase the penalty for this drug would only fill the prisons up with addicts, people who need help and would most likely not even reach there intended targets -- the people who supply these drugs! due to that moral decision they had to go back and address the crack law which disproportionately affected blacks. but now they have finally agreed to try to fix a terrible wrong done to a segment of this nation who has faced more wrongs than any one distinct group of people should ever have had to deal with. what vehicles are they going to put in place to help these victims? there are going to be thousands of prisoners released all across the usa who will be friendless, jobless, torn from family, and bitter at having been locked up from 15to20yrs for no more than 20grams of crack. if our communities backed by the local and federal governments don't get involved in making a way to help these people then what they are waiting for is nothing other than tragedy. there needs to be a strategy put together now to welcome these victims back into the community without ostracizing them for there past or present problems. the people who are going to be living and working daily with most of these victims should take the initiative to help include these people in activities in the community so that they will feel needed and take as much pride in it as everyone else who already has a place in society. there may be a lot of different views from a lot of different people but hopefully the overall discussion will be about helping these people overcome the adversity that they have endured!!!!!!!!"<br />DARNELL JONES</div>TWIG JEZEBELhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17203704591971309282noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231535416441697148.post-63214029746626284782009-06-25T20:27:00.002-04:002009-06-25T20:30:58.548-04:00WHO'S GOT THE JUICE NOW?<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p><object height="350" width="425"><param value="http://youtube.com/v/S4s16pzRYqU" name="movie"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/S4s16pzRYqU" height="350" width="425"></embed></object></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Okay, I'm not sure wtf is goings ons. Either I'm channeling the dead or the psychic abilities I prayed for as a kid have finally kicked in. This past weekend I was talking to babygirl about MJ and how he moved people in a way that surpassed the pope. And with B on tour and in my town this week I've mentioned his name @ least once a day. She laughed her ass off when I told her how the fans would fall out and go into this cult-like trance. I pulled this clip on the tizuube since she wanted proof and shiiit, I was hypnotized my damn self. While I never made it to a MJ performance the energy is undeniable! He truly filled me up. Ayo Beyonce, you got The Juice now. </p></div>TWIG JEZEBELhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17203704591971309282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231535416441697148.post-57619786493069048192009-06-21T23:27:00.003-04:002009-06-21T23:52:58.035-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPoOV0sJbpZZmFln2hAMqLivyRYwITf4xtT5mcB4MxHLpWHfYodA9JsttQE27WZn13qX3nFv1H6HIJO8CwsX3ap3EtHOgPAsBFIDmimzyRNdeZmh_LByHCPLR0O8pdAWRx9kn8jjMnMtHg/s1600-h/photo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPoOV0sJbpZZmFln2hAMqLivyRYwITf4xtT5mcB4MxHLpWHfYodA9JsttQE27WZn13qX3nFv1H6HIJO8CwsX3ap3EtHOgPAsBFIDmimzyRNdeZmh_LByHCPLR0O8pdAWRx9kn8jjMnMtHg/s400/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349994658276666642" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I've been gone from the blogsphere for sometime but I had to get my mind right. I'm still not quite all there, but whoever created the mantra to take one day @ a time knew that it wasn't just for the Anonymous. This is an open letter to Fannie C. Womble, my best friend, my # 1 supporter, and my horse for all the races she won:<br />Mommy, it's been 2 months and often it seems like 2 days. On this Father's Day I'm missing my dad as I do every year, but the aching for you is just as deep. I can hear your laugh and I thank you for the gift of humor and making a joke out of all of life's adversities. Thank you for keeping shit so so real with me. Whatever I asked, you never tried to hide the truth. And towards the end, I truly could see all of your ways in myself. Sometimes we used to disagree because I couldn't accept it, but I got the best of the best and can hear you telling me how much you prayed for me to begin life inside of your womb. But no, you were my gift & I THANK GOD for you, for having 28 wonderful years of an unconditional love that so many people never get the chance to experience. Mommy, I am who I am because of you. God is the greatest and what they say is true, a mother is the closest to the One above. I Love You is simply not enough and I will carry on your life & love always. Momma, I Made It!<br /></div>TWIG JEZEBELhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17203704591971309282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231535416441697148.post-36550027306953550902009-04-29T14:27:00.006-04:002009-04-29T16:28:06.557-04:00MY BOTTOM BITCH<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt2jczndtJ1O_sMMtk2N3vc21VD_OSbwBpqr603EonCDZSeCATsdUybHGhGVWCsrTHptHWSqZLTe8BdG7m-VIekGSIVqlDRl-SDXHDk5m8ldFa7sV7-is0KvK4f8ySxF65GkzvpvIkRodv/s1600-h/amber-rose-spandex-02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt2jczndtJ1O_sMMtk2N3vc21VD_OSbwBpqr603EonCDZSeCATsdUybHGhGVWCsrTHptHWSqZLTe8BdG7m-VIekGSIVqlDRl-SDXHDk5m8ldFa7sV7-is0KvK4f8ySxF65GkzvpvIkRodv/s400/amber-rose-spandex-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330182351339411698" border="0" /></a>"The Latest, Greatest Murda Mami"<br /><div style="text-align: center;">oh yea, she's killin' em 1-by-1 & I love love love that niggas don't know who the fluck she is. Keep these hoes guessin MissAmber!<br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3p-b7oNVm8LcJqgJqqtYf4arAsYN8b17qCLGjn5ciV8QmoQIO35qbXPdz6o9P_gfFRNFN_-GnrP682eqZXsKU7_najB9QUifYDsIIUwu_e1U1ozlSfqAuBLzcdMXrQr60j8WPA6uKSpQu/s1600-h/amber-rose-8.jpg"><br /></a></div>TWIG JEZEBELhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17203704591971309282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231535416441697148.post-29403798594105975972009-04-01T19:54:00.003-04:002009-04-01T20:17:16.129-04:00G20 "GET MONEY" SUMMIT<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p><object height="350" width="425"><param value="http://youtube.com/v/_dmPchuXIXQ" name="movie"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/_dmPchuXIXQ" height="350" width="425"></embed></object></p><p style="text-align: center;">"GIVE ME CONTROL OF A NATION'S MONEY SUPPLY, AND I CARE NOT WHO MAKES ITS LAWS"<br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Oh G-Money definitely knows sumthin'! I've been on the low as of lately just tryna sit back and examine this whole financial crisis and make sense of it all. Seriously, I can't even begin to see through the bullshit because it's that thick. Everyday the media feeds us bad news on top of shitty news and while I love the current protests going on in London and around the world, it really doesn't matter. What's really good behind the closed doors where the <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Group of Twenty Finance Ministers and Central Bank Governors</span> meet? Are people truly convinced that these talks in some way will benefit their state of well-being? I have no answers just hundreds of questions. Aside from Slumdog Millionaire, <span style="font-style: italic;">Zeitgeist</span> is probably the best thing that I had the pleasure of viewing this past year. Follow the drip and your mouth will remain :0<br /></p></div>TWIG JEZEBELhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17203704591971309282noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231535416441697148.post-81772386371850591722009-03-31T23:05:00.003-04:002009-04-30T16:34:25.539-04:00JILLY FROM PHILLY IS TRULY NO. 1<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiri9lXP6oGBVfFY-gIMxKQ4P3Dfwd-0x0Vc0HApWxzUKeybtdGTsId2rtzqvq3SwZglhlMMVn8D7390ZqFMseX9yBNKOsCSEWM5h5d-AeiksQ6w_vAJTwCtKRnhCAyXcAdgkgG_hNK2Rfj/s1600-h/No.1LadiesDet.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 130px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiri9lXP6oGBVfFY-gIMxKQ4P3Dfwd-0x0Vc0HApWxzUKeybtdGTsId2rtzqvq3SwZglhlMMVn8D7390ZqFMseX9yBNKOsCSEWM5h5d-AeiksQ6w_vAJTwCtKRnhCAyXcAdgkgG_hNK2Rfj/s400/No.1LadiesDet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319895583101891346" border="0" /></a>Once you get past the natural reaction to kiikii @ JillScott's (4.04) Afrikan accent, the landscape for the No.1 Ladies becomes this breathtaking backdrop for a promising tv series. Mama Africa never looked so beautiful and Jill & Anika Rose along with the awesome cast make her proud. There exists all of the right elements of surprise, mystery, rich history and humor. There is something familiar with this role, which I firmly believe wasn't much of a stretch for the loving, bosom-hugging Jilly. Give it try if you haven't done so. I put my $$$ on this one!<br /></div>TWIG JEZEBELhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17203704591971309282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231535416441697148.post-83651910801314187642009-03-03T18:50:00.003-05:002009-03-13T21:34:43.965-04:00CUNTASTICAL<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRZiCWYtF92QQza9KeStzhOXnwWIpL4Ng4BlRsesqNwNWWrVfz7v4ZMA2VSoY5bY_vmfIdD7zdaINRTd6dOf9BmxjviO8xrciH8kpBkD996SNIsvdsySQnKG0r1VHwriUtVypW3OsamX6X/s1600-h/drew-barrymore-153114.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 153px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRZiCWYtF92QQza9KeStzhOXnwWIpL4Ng4BlRsesqNwNWWrVfz7v4ZMA2VSoY5bY_vmfIdD7zdaINRTd6dOf9BmxjviO8xrciH8kpBkD996SNIsvdsySQnKG0r1VHwriUtVypW3OsamX6X/s200/drew-barrymore-153114.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312847423740834498" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">So we kick off March Madness and Women's Month with "Cuntastical" featuring my homie, my ace, the forever childlike Drew Barrymore (2.22). Already a fan of <span style="font-style: italic;">Firestarter</span>, her bestseller "Little Girl Lost" was like the first bio I completed. At age 9 I instantly became a magnet to anything Drew. When we got our first VCR, I rented <span style="font-style: italic;">Poison Ivy</span> so many times the dude who owned the dusty movie rental spot at the corner of Liberty Heights & Gwynn Oak had it waiting for me behind the counter. Aside from a family background in cinematic drama, Drew brings it. As of lately her m.o. has been delightfully fun chickie flics which I lovelovelove, but I've missed the dark side. Next month she takes on the role of Little Edie in the HBO remake of<span style="font-style: italic;"> Grey Gardens </span><span style="">{follow the drip}</span>. It tells the story of Jackie Onassis' reclusive auntie and cousin who live in a decaying 28-room mansion in East Hampton. The original 1975 doc is jarring as the two women share a delusional world and a room with cats who shit and piss in the corner, oblivious to the garbage that fills the rest of their space. A recent W article reads that Drew never broke character, off the set or during the entire shooting so I'm certain she will hole in one. Major props to her production company Flower Films whose 7 flics have generated 900 mil. Yep, the girl has the formula and forever a place in that soft spot of my journey to womanhood.</div>TWIG JEZEBELhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17203704591971309282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231535416441697148.post-18471301358548053892009-02-25T18:02:00.002-05:002009-04-29T14:11:20.530-04:00THE NAKED & THE NUDE<div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:+1;">The Naked and the Nude</span><br /><i>Robert Graves</i> <br /><br />For me, the naked and the nude<br />(By lexicographers construed<br />As synonyms that should express<br />The same deficiency of dress<br />Or shelter) stand as wide apart<br />As love from lies, or truth from art.<br /><br />Lovers without reproach will gaze<br />On bodies naked and ablaze;<br />The Hippocratic eye will see<br />In nakedness, anatomy;<br />And naked shines the Goddess when<br />She mounts her lion among men.<br /><br />The nude are bold, the nude are sly<br />To hold each treasonable eye.<br />While draping by a showman's trick<br />Their dishabille in rhetoric,<br />They grin a mock-religious grin<br />Of scorn at those of naked skin.<br /><br />The naked, therefore, who compete<br />Against the nude may know defeat;<br />Yet when they both together tread<br />The briary pastures of the dead,<br />By Gorgons with long whips pursued,<br />How naked go the sometime nude!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Sidebar: I don't know why this came to mind, maybe my quest for passion, for heat, for the desire to do. I thought about my English teacher Mr. Rey and how much we both liked this poem, the way the words rolled off our tongues as well as its sexual seduction. Maybe you've heard of it, maybe this is the first time. Enjoy!</span><br /></div></div>TWIG JEZEBELhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17203704591971309282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231535416441697148.post-44378958203024544172009-02-22T15:01:00.012-05:002009-02-23T01:11:03.856-05:00WHO ARE WE, REALLY?<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTWILS3If2b-TG-fuLv6nzI2JG_eRjQZr2hu3gXfXUO5w8s68DEVPh5VpG2XTsscDP1ittFtXheD_9bcdFDKzddhnP5VyK5gbRc1o9X87hc-IxRzf5K8z6-HfKYU68qVT0f8rn6lZHiyI-/s1600-h/l_fbe8b9cdcb8d34c5b2c3d076a711700c.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305739525389768450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTWILS3If2b-TG-fuLv6nzI2JG_eRjQZr2hu3gXfXUO5w8s68DEVPh5VpG2XTsscDP1ittFtXheD_9bcdFDKzddhnP5VyK5gbRc1o9X87hc-IxRzf5K8z6-HfKYU68qVT0f8rn6lZHiyI-/s200/l_fbe8b9cdcb8d34c5b2c3d076a711700c.jpg" border="0" /></a>Sooo, I got my Showtime back although I've missed out on the last 2 seasons of the L Word, my beloved Weeds and Californication. My new addiction is this united states of Tara chick. I haven't been this excited to tune in since The Wire. Watching Toni Collette and her enormous range of talent should make most of these networks ashamed to greenlight this bullshit we call television, especially when I had to wake up this afternoon to yet another Tyler Perry marathon. The shit just isn't funny anymore. But wait, was it ever? Now, Buck on the other hand {one of Tara's alters} is so funny it hurts. I can't help but see pieces of myself and I wonder if that yucky feeling I get in the pit of my stomach sometimes when I'm turned off by everyone including myself is just my way of transitioning. Does it ever happen to you? I think the most intriguing people suffer from DID, it makes coping with this thing called life a lot easier. Like Weeds, I look forward to hearing the theme song almost as much as the talent behind Diablo Cody's two-finger creation. Not because the plot is off-the-wall different, but because there are hundreds of layers that have yet to be explored. I hate that I can identify with Tara but still feel that pang of skepticism when she goes in & out of reality. Shit, don't we all wish we could...<br /></div><div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p><embed src="http://youtube.com/v/1zlBBkKyM_g" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></p></div>TWIG JEZEBELhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17203704591971309282noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231535416441697148.post-14591532573896341092009-02-18T20:21:00.003-05:002009-02-19T20:57:05.370-05:00WHEN I TELL 'EM ROLL UP!<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p><object height="350" width="425"><param value="http://youtube.com/v/jb2AkjoCiMk" name="movie"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/jb2AkjoCiMk" height="350" width="425"></embed></object></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Whether you twist up, favor the yak, pop or D. all of the above, please do it and watch this clip of Travis the Chimp. Fucked up that he went Hannibal on that lady, but this shit is hilare. This is still a wild, fuckin' monkey yo, so why all the disbelief? I haven't lmfao like this in a long time.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">*Note: Xanax may decrease inhibitions, increase risk-taking behavior, rage and/or hostility.<br /></p></div>TWIG JEZEBELhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17203704591971309282noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231535416441697148.post-81931560514739425782009-02-15T02:49:00.011-05:002009-04-29T12:38:34.995-04:00A YEAR STRONGER<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj8T1_kWkgOAJFx0L1deuHEWFvbwkLMPetp0HrzxJisj3LGh4kEi0RlM76r2LxUCVOjL07nSh6_5Kg8GkJLa2CRKwHHrHxuN9ICpTw9hrWHyn82bttoaxX7plDRpbzjD1OPDl-GdxUEBd6/s1600-h/3cardpoker.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj8T1_kWkgOAJFx0L1deuHEWFvbwkLMPetp0HrzxJisj3LGh4kEi0RlM76r2LxUCVOjL07nSh6_5Kg8GkJLa2CRKwHHrHxuN9ICpTw9hrWHyn82bttoaxX7plDRpbzjD1OPDl-GdxUEBd6/s320/3cardpoker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319891701881356434" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">What exactly do birthdays teach us? I've always looked @ them as my personal New Year where I look back, remembering the times I thought I couldn't make it through this thing called life, understanding just how far a sense of humor can carry a sista. For me, a yearly ritual of reading the journal from the year before, laughing at all of the silent promises that I broke, tears and bath water that smeared my purple ink, tryna figure out where I want to go... They say that if you fail to plan, there really is nothing waiting for you around that corner. Well, I say planning never got me anywhere. As much as I have tried, my life takes its own route. Nevertheless, this gal right here has had major fun, met the most intriguing people and above it all I have loved hard. This year I brought my 28th in @ the 3-card poker table @ Harrah's Casino in the AC where the floor was packed with people gambling their worries, false happiness, drunkeness, and income tax returns away at tables whose limits were way high in honor of Cupid and President's day. If you've ever played 3-card you know how easy it is to fall for the game. When that straight flush comes your way and you're breaking even, the come up is orgasmic, instant gratification @ its best, and then "poof" the thrill is gone! Born on the Day of Inventiveness, I cant wait to see the many ways I'll reinvent MissWomble (2.15). Cheers to me and a round for the eccentric, chaotic crazies who share the same day:<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Charles Tiffany, Founder of Tiffany & Co.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Galileo Galilei, Grandfather of Scientific Revolution</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Griselda Blanco, Original Cocaine Cowgirl</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Baby, Cash $ President</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Matt Groening, Creator of The Simpsons</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Susan B. Anthony, Women's Activist</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">John W. Nordstrom, Founder of duh!</span><br /><br />Sidebar: Picture us @ the roundtable<br /></div></div>TWIG JEZEBELhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17203704591971309282noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231535416441697148.post-21997188502135114152009-01-23T23:52:00.021-05:002009-01-24T01:40:31.989-05:00JEALOUSY IS LOVE.?.<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV05JFAARZ_uka3jCu6ow63i_A9PUbm1ntqHLW7fNeE4rxcHiM5HhglXgmYjYfzYCDRS9741IvoJtJhMo58pgOXrCzdhEKKI_ASnrIDXLu3SWniJ0LziwE7pQhD2u16GNts33-SxAjSY2V/s1600-h/theendoftheaffair.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV05JFAARZ_uka3jCu6ow63i_A9PUbm1ntqHLW7fNeE4rxcHiM5HhglXgmYjYfzYCDRS9741IvoJtJhMo58pgOXrCzdhEKKI_ASnrIDXLu3SWniJ0LziwE7pQhD2u16GNts33-SxAjSY2V/s320/theendoftheaffair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294744399818349922" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Not sure if that's a question or a truth. Both, depending on your experiences with the gut-wrenching emotion. Last night I came across the movie, </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >The End of the Affair (1999)</span> starring Julianne Moore and Ralph Fiennes. <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Instantly pulled in by the words, "This is a diary of hate," I gave it a shot. As I've said before, I'm a fan of dialogue and in awe of any writer who places words exactly where they should be. </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Set in London WWII, the look of the film is authentic without appearing too grainy. Bendrix, played by Fiennes</span> is consumed by his love for Sarah (Moore), the neglected wife of a dull man who is more interested in serving his country than making love to his wife. Like the movie <span style="font-style: italic;">Unfaithful</span>, I found myself taking sides with these women, both in search of something new that would excite them, make them feel alive, adored, beautiful, wanted... The love scenes are so palpable a girl can't help but clench those thighs tight. Before I continue, one should be in the mood to watch such a movie. It's reminiscent of those 1920 AMC joints where it rains a lot, but don't let that fool you. If you're up for a good story that builds like a top-rated movie should, indulge. After two years of a love affair left in the wind, Bendrix runs into Sarah's husband Henry who is wandering in the rain aimlessly in search of his wife whom he later admits to Bendrix is sleeping around. Embarrassed, Henry confesses that he has thought about seeking out a private detective to reveal the mystery man. Bendrix offers to go in his place, showing us the first signs of jealousy for this woman who cut him off in the midst of fire and desire. I like film reviews but can do without spoilers, so back to the diary. Not sure if it was hate for Sarah, Henry, God or above all, lack of control over one's emotions. Anywho, no matter how many movies tell a tale of infidelity, there will always be an audience struggling with their own existing jealousies, those that have pushed many away and the ones that have yet to be revealed. ?Que piensas?<br /></div>TWIG JEZEBELhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17203704591971309282noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231535416441697148.post-26824010700694204782009-01-20T20:03:00.008-05:002009-01-24T01:10:57.590-05:00LEGENDSTATEMENTSTAR<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii1z419nytMt0grrEDf4-IJPh3xMFV77b17sT85Euvw5Smi0T6rf2pgb88rTlz66EvXNY6en3St0LD0Oh7OBHWcPifJSU8VGUwm0PsUdJz_dReVKRVQTPCmxXXAJHXxR8DjL1MsGp76Yvd/s1600-h/isabeltoledodress.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii1z419nytMt0grrEDf4-IJPh3xMFV77b17sT85Euvw5Smi0T6rf2pgb88rTlz66EvXNY6en3St0LD0Oh7OBHWcPifJSU8VGUwm0PsUdJz_dReVKRVQTPCmxXXAJHXxR8DjL1MsGp76Yvd/s400/isabeltoledodress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294713899784047986" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">LSS here~~I’M BACK AGAIN, creeping through the shadows as you can always count on me to. Sprinkling my <b>goodie dust</b> (read: that supreme herbal treatment) all over my girl Twig’s blogspot is what I intend to do and fashion, in particular, is what I do here so let’s get right to it, shall we? </span><br /><div style="margin: 1ex;"><div> </div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;">It’s gonna be a longer post than usual children, I’m feeling froggy so I’mma leap dammit! </span><br /></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Fashion with a purpose in ’09 bitches is where I’m headed (remember: I don’t compromise comfort to be cute; neither should you!)</span><br /></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;">So, President and Mrs. Obama have made it officially official (YAY) by shutting down the District of Columbia today with a star-studded inauguration celebration. Being there and feeling the energy was A-M-A-Z-I-N-G… </span><br /></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Mrs. Obama gets an A+ on her first grand fashion appearance on the world stage. She gets an A+ for the following reasons: (Ladies, please-relax and take notes)</span><br /></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div><ul style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" type="disc"><li><span style="font-size:100%;">She <b>supported</b> an American designer (check plus Mrs. O)</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">She <b>WAS NOT</b> a label whore (check plus Mrs. O)</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">She <b>mixed it up</b> by pairing couture with J.Crew (check plus Mrs. O)</span></li></ul><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Most importantly, Mrs. Obama introduced us (read: the entire world and that dry ass white house) to her brand of “black girl swag” by being daring enough to rock a spectacular Golden-yellow-greenish “grown lady sexy” day dress, shrug and matching overcoat by Cuban-American designer Isabel Toledo to the daytime inauguration events. The critics gonna hate (they already are) but I absolutely adore her color and style choice. It exuded femininity, queendom, optimism and renewal; green, yellow and gold are all colors that usually remind us of LIFE and LIVING and to much of the haters delight is not a color that is typically worn in these cold winter months. Nevertheless, our first lady’s dark brown skin glowed against that beautifully elegant and well-put together ensemble. Let’s not even get into how she straight kilt (yes I said kilt) the “don’t be a label whore” game by pairing her green Jimmy Choo’s with her green J. Crew leather gloves. She made me proud today! </span><br /></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;">To the 10 (count them T-E-N!) official inauguration balls in the District tonight, Michelle graced the world’s fashion stage again in a Jason Wu original design---an Asian-American designer (she holding ‘em down right? Change certainly has come hasn’t it?). Jason Wu is only 26-years old, by the way, and an extremely talented designer. He’s young, focused and his first line recently debuted! I mean, Mrs. Obama is definitely walking the talk so far in terms of her fashion sense.</span><br /></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b>Message “to-go”:</b> Keep it grown and sexy in ’09 ladies, don’t be a label whore, support American designers whenever possible, and never be afraid to pair couture with chain store finds. </span><br /></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Cheers and here’s to the fashion forward first black family! </span><br /></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;">p.s. (did yall check out Mr. President’s razor sharp “black boy” shape up? Dude was so very fresh and so very clean)</span></p><p face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkqVWv2zsHHLmoXtikK-SHeZrg1q3vwSpTa1wO0-cCv1QLAsjlh_d90KiU1RMIZlKBtAz15cFWm-BzBhM-jzv1GAmK2UR_XOqvbvYUhSTViKog4IlgWbOSzXYT-tpk6bkyRlGhtn2YlHnK/s1600-h/2009-01-21-michelleobama_jasonwu_inauguralball.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkqVWv2zsHHLmoXtikK-SHeZrg1q3vwSpTa1wO0-cCv1QLAsjlh_d90KiU1RMIZlKBtAz15cFWm-BzBhM-jzv1GAmK2UR_XOqvbvYUhSTViKog4IlgWbOSzXYT-tpk6bkyRlGhtn2YlHnK/s400/2009-01-21-michelleobama_jasonwu_inauguralball.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294715474748038338" border="0" /></a></p> </div> </div>TWIG JEZEBELhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17203704591971309282noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231535416441697148.post-32723998520656297172009-01-11T01:29:00.004-05:002009-01-11T13:01:43.184-05:00GOTTA LOVE THIS CITY<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6L2QHddTmV6vkMM7pECLHvbZbmYsFSD8rStIzwBEbkTZtjxo_O6GPVElHfSUzNdKR3gTUT4q_FbQYgmcvlaPe0aQd39DFMbFTS9Tved6rkeRsma55eUF4a6-p3iHFnDUgHraDByH-I9jS/s1600-h/Ravens_Titans.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6L2QHddTmV6vkMM7pECLHvbZbmYsFSD8rStIzwBEbkTZtjxo_O6GPVElHfSUzNdKR3gTUT4q_FbQYgmcvlaPe0aQd39DFMbFTS9Tved6rkeRsma55eUF4a6-p3iHFnDUgHraDByH-I9jS/s320/Ravens_Titans.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289920591216302578" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.baltimoresun.com/sports/football/bal-sp.ravens11jan11,0,5989304.story"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Get 'em! 13-10 Ravens v. Titans</span></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiM00PPW5dRROvJP0rYUWPiJs32S9DRtjWNGsZeDfJX19LfObKvTKqsjLIhXsvhi1RuNEJZHkZmazqwm3exSfjEeqZE__s8D53b1nckX0befcUSJzQTQ5_dG2ofgFW8GRQAqCf_-fZB14r/s1600-h/tonyandsnoop_eating.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiM00PPW5dRROvJP0rYUWPiJs32S9DRtjWNGsZeDfJX19LfObKvTKqsjLIhXsvhi1RuNEJZHkZmazqwm3exSfjEeqZE__s8D53b1nckX0befcUSJzQTQ5_dG2ofgFW8GRQAqCf_-fZB14r/s320/tonyandsnoop_eating.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289921002041347170" border="0" /></a><a href="http://anthony-bourdain-blog.travelchannel.com/read/rust-never-sleeps"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Snoop & Anthony B. in my hometown</span></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUqnNcDJA4W3923XAtduDf7i5LYZxWXLqkDTjsrBegdcvP8mmmvicUNT1G1xL_L5X2vp4fzMuYzzxl4th8ek7MrkunufDfo9brUvK92LBpmwBq0q-rf83FRhHOfkMDFGoE7bXsPHLlsESP/s1600-h/Wherearethefunds.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUqnNcDJA4W3923XAtduDf7i5LYZxWXLqkDTjsrBegdcvP8mmmvicUNT1G1xL_L5X2vp4fzMuYzzxl4th8ek7MrkunufDfo9brUvK92LBpmwBq0q-rf83FRhHOfkMDFGoE7bXsPHLlsESP/s320/Wherearethefunds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289922393448940434" border="0" /></a>{Why they won't give us one more season of <span style="font-style: italic;">The Wire</span>}<br />"This thing is bigger than Nino Brown, and I got a list to prove it. If I'm going down, I'm taking a lot of people with me."<br /><a href="http://www.baltimoresun.com/news/local/baltimore_city/bal-md.ci.indict10jan10,0,48597.story?page=1"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">-Mayor Sheila Dixon & her boy boy Gov. Marty O'Malley-</span></a><br /></div>TWIG JEZEBELhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17203704591971309282noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231535416441697148.post-45169210454313637692009-01-10T23:44:00.005-05:002009-01-11T15:23:36.433-05:00FOR YOUR DOWNLOADING PLEASURE<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvL7DG_zG-IZEizn5rRkvSTSnhJTYMC66K3RBudHuMAheY3fpCMWJh-pSUvn9TqDxTz4kE1k2WQDX2PyjJoc92I-6qVYPTLjNhdkxZfMeId2Low6DhaLQpJcIHgkgdvdyRWXvvW6fzaCIj/s1600-h/CLIPSE-MIXTAPE-FRONT.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvL7DG_zG-IZEizn5rRkvSTSnhJTYMC66K3RBudHuMAheY3fpCMWJh-pSUvn9TqDxTz4kE1k2WQDX2PyjJoc92I-6qVYPTLjNhdkxZfMeId2Low6DhaLQpJcIHgkgdvdyRWXvvW6fzaCIj/s320/CLIPSE-MIXTAPE-FRONT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290108470554232466" border="0" /></a>Special thanks to Fader for the link to the <a href="http://www.complex.com/ENTERTAINMENT/MUSIC/Clipse-Mixtape"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">new Clipse mixtape</span></a> sponsored by Complex. I mean, there really isn't too much to say when it comes to these dudes because the music speaks for itself. If you've ever rode out to any Clipse mixtape where your mind just starts zonin' for a good 2 hours, you can feel me. Will the cmonwealth residents get the proper respect this year?<br /></div>TWIG JEZEBELhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17203704591971309282noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231535416441697148.post-33526135812512531892009-01-10T23:34:00.013-05:002009-01-23T11:28:05.368-05:00POP FICTION<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglhGIn9wQknrndhdfiFT5ux3nH_QkrZXwArYvOaobVaXvx6Vis2rMetxqyEbDXjh0fBA6SKTq_4-obywydrfjiSS2MSq2NsHHI5d5x4hbEU3TM_Ro8qbgdBXFI6fmrP9mVf3KvOxbZpe09/s1600-h/kanye_west-fader9.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglhGIn9wQknrndhdfiFT5ux3nH_QkrZXwArYvOaobVaXvx6Vis2rMetxqyEbDXjh0fBA6SKTq_4-obywydrfjiSS2MSq2NsHHI5d5x4hbEU3TM_Ro8qbgdBXFI6fmrP9mVf3KvOxbZpe09/s200/kanye_west-fader9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290100869091492962" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" href="http://www.thefader.com/features/2008/11/25/fader-58-kanye-west-cover-story-and-interview"><strong>Getting back to the idea of purity, you finished this album in three weeks. Are you creating without thinking about it as much now? </strong></a><br />Yeah, but when you say don’t think about it... People say, “He’s a pop singer now,” and I’m like, Yes, correct! They’re like, “It sounds like he wrote this in five minutes,” and I’m like, You’re right, it took me five minutes! Is something better if it took five years than if it took five minutes? I feel like all the words are in you, you’re just blocking yourself, you’re blocking your creativity. Society has put up so many boundaries, so many limitations on what’s right and wrong that it’s almost impossible to get a pure thought out. It’s like a little boy, looking at colors, and no one told him what colors are good, before somebody tells you you shouldn’t like pink because that’s for girls. Why would anyone pick blue over pink? Pink is obviously a better color. Everyone’s born confident, and everything’s taken away from you. So many people try to put their personality on someone else. Especially me, they try to suggest what I should do. What I want people to realize at this point is, I don’t give a fuck. That’s why I made this album. I’m using Auto-Tune because I don’t give a fuck. I like the way it sounds. This is the way I’ma put my shit up, this what I like the most.<br />-Kanye, Fader Magazine<br /></div>TWIG JEZEBELhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17203704591971309282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231535416441697148.post-35874486439456670402009-01-05T20:25:00.008-05:002009-01-23T12:43:26.964-05:00Noooo RESERVATIONS...<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTvWKF-xbhASRPKuq1aW7CP2pfHp41owPOX1idmS8AxXs3aXfI2GnqjvR0Suu_dS6ZxKwzKwNagSzXbzGPFqK6svSGVkI42vX5vcIKR3t57YWeB-BI4wcyB-zU88o_T4NmLURm1jjrf1Sy/s1600-h/Tiff&AnthonyBourdain.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTvWKF-xbhASRPKuq1aW7CP2pfHp41owPOX1idmS8AxXs3aXfI2GnqjvR0Suu_dS6ZxKwzKwNagSzXbzGPFqK6svSGVkI42vX5vcIKR3t57YWeB-BI4wcyB-zU88o_T4NmLURm1jjrf1Sy/s320/Tiff&AnthonyBourdain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289872649833329202" border="0" /></a>If this is any indication of my '09, then let the good times roll. I am <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">farfarfar</span> from starstruck but when I walked into the Renaissance Hotel today and ran into my beloved Tony I almost flipped out! But I promised myself that I'd save the ugly tears for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">MJB</span>. "Anthony <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Bourdain</span>!" I screamed. He was equally happy to see me I'm sure. Had I blown his cover? Me run into <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">AnthonyBourdain (6.25)</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">mid afternoon</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">in Bmore</span> City, who knew? Yep, he's in my town in search of that good lake trout. I found it quite ironic that today marks the new season of <span style="font-style: italic;">No Reservations</span>. I'll take a side of his witty sarcasm any day, oh and how rightfully oh-so cocky. And unlike Andrew <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Zimmern</span> {was I the only one who thought it was Zimmerman} who'll eat your dog's balls if stewed and braised in a good sauce, my boy Tony tells the truth when it comes to awesome food. Tough <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">tittie</span> he already has someone escorting him around the infamous Lexington Market but will he get a chance to try that perfect <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">chickenbox</span> with salt, pepper <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">xtra</span> ketchup? Next time Anthony, next time...<br /></div>TWIG JEZEBELhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17203704591971309282noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231535416441697148.post-27238178037650854692008-12-28T17:16:00.002-05:002009-01-08T21:57:49.884-05:00TO EAT OR NOT TO EAT...<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I came across this clip by mistake, which happens to be one of my favorite Chris Rock jokes. I always wondered if it was real and well here it is. One of the questions us girls always discuss when it comes to the lockdown is how long before a man goes to the other side to satisfy his desires. The consensus is usually 2.5 average. ?Que piensas? </span><br /></div><div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p><object height="350" width="425"><param value="http://youtube.com/v/6hJJGaMmWwc" name="movie"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/6hJJGaMmWwc" height="350" width="425"></embed></object></p></div>TWIG JEZEBELhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17203704591971309282noreply@blogger.com2