IS THIS LOVE AFFAIR OVER?

It's been almost 8 years since I first sat down to pen my first novel. And when I come across anything that I've done between then & now, I wonder how I let my focus go rather then ask the question, "where it went". I usually let my closest, most trusted dearhearts review my work before I release it to the gp. But tonight while searching for a new project to revive my senses and spark "that thang" I came across this treatment to a screenplay that I've only gotten 35minutes into. It's the treatment for "Liquid Dreams", a novel that sometimes makes me cringe when I flip a page or two. I guess it's a like the actor who refuses to watch her movie once it's complete or Spike's detachment from Girl6. In spite of my own areas of growth, Liquid is my Belly and I'd like to know how you feel. Is this a love affair that I should let go? Or should I be bestfriending investors while in Park City come January. Any which way, see you @ Sundance!

WHEN I TELL 'EM ROLL UP!

Really, how easy is it to fall out & SHOUT!?! I'd like to see the documentary on our folk and their need to fall out and act a damn donkey every Sunday. Don't forget Religilous drops this week!

DEAR JACK, IT'S ME TIFFWOMBLE

So I'm omw to work {say nuthin'} and I bend down and have the pleasure of meeting this likkle birdie. No lie, {I can't blame the green}, shortie had real tears in his eyes. Two footsteps ahead of us, his companion had !splat! died on the pavement. The birdie hops on my pants leg and I sooo wanted to take him home and nurse his wounded heart. Now I know my issues run deep, but I have this connection with animals that travels beyond anything I've ever experienced with human contact. After picking him up and placing him safely behind a shrub of black-eyed susans, I couldn't erase this aching. Was it a sign for me to finally take my career in veterinary medicine seriously and treat this writing thing as a hobby? This chance encounter wasn't my first. Since greenness, I've always found, stolen and collected furry friends. There was the time my baby sitter's cat gave birth to a litter and I snuck one home in my gym bag, the time I stumbled upon a rabbit in the middle of the hood, became best friends with my dearest ChiChi, the flame-point Himalayan while attending school in Philly, the ferret who tried to climb into one of my bags the day I packed up and left Philly... the list goes on & on. Amidst the utter craziness and chaos that's going on the in the u.s. of assholes, beauty is truly a doorstep away if you stop & listen.

MOMENTS AFTER MY PALIN POST...

See, my boy Bill oh so feels the girl!

COULD PALIN BE ANY PLAINer?

Okay, this shit pissed me off when I hit up bbc this am.
Message: If the DNC can choose a black nigger that the world just recently became familiar with, we can pick a Plain, schume Palin from a state that nobody ever discusses, like NEVER!

The last time I paid any attention to Alaska was an episode on Nat Geo, oh and Insomnia w. AlPacino. But that came out in 2001, rt? I mean, come on. For real for real, are they 'seer? Known for its breathtaking seas of green, wildlife and small population (approx. 650k), this chickie's life hardly mirrors mine. But back to the message. Maybe I'm going too far with the subliminal but all I've heard are the comparisons to Obama as if they are preppin' her to eventually take on the task of Commander-In-Chief {they know sumthin' we don't}? I mean for real, this isn't an episode of 24, this shit is s'pose to be real life. Or is it? The line seems paper thin.

Her previous political experience consisted of terms as Wasilla's (a lil' town of 6,500) mayor and councilwoman and a stint as head of the Alaska Oil and Gas Conservation Commission
Admits smoking marijuana in her youth in Alaska when it was legal there but not liking it {hmm, bye!}
Husband works in Alaskan oil field for BP. Hello, is anybody listening?
Refused abortion after learning son would have downs while she was pregnant {okay, walks the talk when it comes to pro-choice, but I'm sure if we dug deeper we could find the backyard alley in Baghdad where she received an AB}
Lifelong NRA member {I can sooo respect that}
Hunted moose w.Daddy before school {loses vote w.Peta members}
In response to the energy crisis, Palin offered to give Alaskans a $100 a month, energy debit card {1/2 a cool point for effort}
But... let's keep that shit funky, behind that sinister smile and those librarian frames lurks an evil we can't even imagine. And any woman who will take it upon herself to choose for the entire pussy population needs to go "satdown!" {That's right, say it together, satdown}

COUNTDOWN TO BRYANT PARK!

Was I the only one who had a hard time deciding!?! For real for real, I need them to give credit where credit is due. India Arie smashed those bitches w.this challenge, hands down. Seat belts, yo! The finale can't come quick enough. This should've been the first immunity tie in PR history.

VICKY CRISTINA BARCELONA

The only bullshit thing about Vicky Cristina Barcelona was the slip of paper they call a movie ticket. I really need high-priced Landmark Theatre to step their shit up before I start printing my own gotdamn ticket stubs. We all caught the 7pm show and some of us accidentally threw the $10.50 slips of paper away, mistaking them for flimsy valet receipts. But enough of that. If I had to end my summer with a movie that left me full, this was it. One of my favorite discussions surrounds the theory of monogamy. While there are few animal species that form a lifelong union, I don’t believe that humans were meant to be in that 3-5%. Divorce rates, violent deaths due to infidelity, Cheaters, you feel where I’m going? Like religion, we sometimes get swept away into this standard of true love, forcing us to impose our jealousies and possessiveness onto a person who belongs to no one but her/himself. Dismantling any convictions about love you had prior to its viewing, Vicky Cristina proves that there are many. And as my boy Larenz put it, or was it Isaiah, love is what you make it. I mentioned before that Scarlett is my BB but gave little spotlight to MissCruz (4.28). Remember how awesome Gothika was and while brief, Penelope stole the shine from Halle. It’s the same with Vicky Cristina! She steps on the scene and every other character loses some of their luster, including the confident, desirable, sexual being called Juan Antonio played by Javier Bardem. Her Latina spice and humor make this cinematic experience complete. For 96m I was in Barcelona, spying on these people’s lives, loves, lack thereofs, feeling very much alive. The plots are intricate, yet so believable and the cast executes w.out force. {I know, I’m way too serious.} But there are so many moments where we read their faces and know that Penelope, Scarlett and Javier are in the moment. Was I the only one who wanted the 3some to succeed? Was Cristina afraid of taking it there, accepting that her relationship consisted of a unit that actually worked? Or was she simply trying shit out until it was time for the next adventure? The answer is D. All of the above. Lots of laughs, lots of creamin’ and lots of what ifs, thanks Woody for making me feel.

LEGENDSTATEMENTSTAR

Last week I came across highsnobette who reminded me sooooo much of my fashion forward companion whom I call Gayle (I'm her Oprah of course). Anywho, when I told her this blogger chick was her kindred soul, I'm sure she thought that I was talking outta my neck. Gimme my props LSS, gimme my props. I was on point, eh? After begging her to do sumthin' with her fashionista p.o.v. she sent me this. Thanks for contributing to the world of TWIG. And big-ups to the chickies over @ highsnobette. I've never viewed a blog in one sitting. You chic bitches rock!

"LSS here! I’m coming out of the shadows by special request ONLY; my beloved Twig (MISSWOMBLE) commissioned yours truly to contribute to miss thang’s illustrious blog lol. As an undercover-comfortfirst-fashionista, I find it quite befitting to kick this shit off proper like! For my very first blog post ever, I will showcase my brother from another mother MARC JACOBS! Designing for Louis Vuitton, Jacob’s fall/winter 2008 collection gave me fever! My soul died quietly once I saw the comeback of my beloved HAMMER PANTS! Check out what will become the new autumn and winter comfy craze for us regla folk who ain’t never scared to make fashion history as we go about our very normal, daily lives. Bon Appetit~~~O and remember children, I do not believe in being uncomfortable in the name of fashion…life can sometimes be uncomfortable enough!" Smoochies~~LSS

Sidebar: I take it that you like this look on MissJones? Oops, I forget that your Leo soulsista can do no wrong;) {Hated it!}

CRY BABY, CRY BABY SUCK ON SHERRI'S TITTAYS

Dear Elisabeth,

Do you know how long I've been waiting for this one. Sometimes I wonder if you drank too much saltwater @ the Australian Outback. Anywho, I braced myself when Michelle graced us with her presence last month, hoping & praying that you didn't resort to being a dumbdumb that day. But you behaved yourself {I think you knew that was a match you'd lose}. I have to tell you, my favorite pick-on-Elisabeth moment was the Rosie showdown and then things died down a bit. After all, we could always rely on birdcaged Barbie to come to your defense, but not this time. I sooo hope that Whoopi broke it down so that it could forever be broken.