MY BOTTOM BITCH

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.*

WHO'S GOT THE JUICE NOW?

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.

JUST LIKE DADDY

Me & Daddy, Summer 1981