<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654</id><updated>2011-06-07T23:41:36.203-07:00</updated><category term='hang outs go awry'/><category term='this thing call life and dating...'/><category term='this thing called life'/><category term='Babblin'/><category term='dating goes wrong...'/><category term='this thing call life'/><category term='my hawt'/><category term='feelings'/><title type='text'>When single happens</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>204</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-8097131696787376967</id><published>2008-03-04T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T05:23:35.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FOR TODAY'S ENTRY &lt;br /&gt;PLEASE REPORT TO &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theradleyfiles.wordpress.com/"&gt;THE OTHER HALF OF MY BRAIN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-8097131696787376967?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/8097131696787376967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=8097131696787376967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/8097131696787376967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/8097131696787376967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2008/03/for-todays-entry-please-report-to-other.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-2596533517837458565</id><published>2008-03-03T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T05:05:57.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h234/sha410/chicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;a/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See, weekends were made for Michelob&lt;br /&gt;But it's a Monday, my day, so just let me hit it, yo" (c) Money D "I get around"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Housewarmings were brilliant...and Deana had a great ass idea...why not have the family and the kids over from 4-7? and the rest of the party people can come around 8..9 with CP time...and when i say the parties overlapped..the family wasn't trying to be out..kids still hanging at 830..lol.  When all our people started showing and the fam was still there, we thought it would be a disaster..but not so..the aunts and uncles showed out..2 stepped and hand dancing..everyone had a great ole time.  Some where in the midst of the party..i left for a party favor run and woke up at the edge of my bed fully closed..This is the downside to Deana living 2 blocks away apparently.  My friend Aishia said i lefted outta Dean's looking like the unibomber in my hoody..ahahaha *shrugs*  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took about a 100 pics man, with my new digi cam..&lt;img src="http://www.fuji.com.tw/pic/22007820-310360.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I'm normally not the pic taker at these type of shindigs but i wanted to capture what was going on.  For more hijinx take a look &lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewPicture&amp;friendID=712531&amp;albumId=2423314"&gt;Over here..and u can only see them if you're my friend..so yeah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What elseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.... The date never went off...after postponing from thur to friday..dude texted me at 6 to say we'd have to push the date back till 10ish(work again he said).  I just said no thanks.  The day before he said he got off at 3 and would honor our 6/7 pm date.  I truly do hope this taught him a lil something.  But then again you only use what's been successful for you in the past..and maybe the 10pm date got him infinite pussy cookies(lol..so crass but hilarious)  Who knows..he wont get these cookies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a big phone person..granted if we have somethings to talk about I'll chat for hours...but in the getting to know you phase..I really just feel the conversation reads like an interview.  I'd met a string of dudes, they'd call, I'd miss the call, I'd call back, it would go to voice mail, I'd leave a message and they'd call back or they wouldn't..rinse and repeat.  I've kinda fashioned myself a straight forward phone talker..covering the 5 W's(or 4 w and one H..depending on ya teacher).  But last night as i sat on the phone with raw bar guy..he kinda refused my tactics..kept asking questions..I'd answer and say well lemme go..then he'd asked again..he ended the convo by asking what time i got off from work.  I told him and he said well maybe I'll scoop you...I hope it ain't to sit in his damn house..cause i just don't see that happening...seeing as how we've never been anywhere but on the phone since we met.  But..i mean what's up with this House date craze?  Is this the new shit? Ladies, why you sitting up in dudes houses upon first meeting?  And some of us wonder why he never wanna go anywhere..it's cause yo ass sitting up in his house on the first date..ugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h234/sha410/2008_0301testing0058.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE ONE HELLUVA DAY..THE WEATHER IS FINNA BE BEAUTIFUL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-2596533517837458565?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/2596533517837458565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=2596533517837458565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/2596533517837458565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/2596533517837458565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2008/03/see-weekends-were-made-for-michelob-but.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-8359045681623174246</id><published>2008-02-29T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T05:33:51.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The housewarming is this saturday.  I'm so proud of the BFF.  This is her first spot alone...on the solo.  She's lived with people before but never completely by herself.  What's even more, her mama..my mama is so proud of her.  I guess there's nothing like that feeling when your children is succeeding at life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend is shaping up to be awesome.  We have several friends coming from out of town.  Because we know how our friends are...D's having a 2 part housewarming..the one for the grown folk and family..the second for the friends..and it gets warmer..owwwwwwwwwwww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to have a date yesterday but, dude called and said he was still at work.  He wouldn't get off till 7 he texted..  I didn't see anything wrong with that, seeing as how he could be dressed and ready to rock by 9...no this bamma holla he wouldn't get to my house till 10?  wtf?  Is that what's hot in the streets?  Dude even had the nerve to say and that's with him rushing..lol.  Oh brother what have I gotten myself into...Champ do you take 3+ hours to get ready?  Coach???  Carls??? Ladies have ya dude taken this long to get ready???  I'm saying&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-8359045681623174246?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/8359045681623174246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=8359045681623174246' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/8359045681623174246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/8359045681623174246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2008/02/housewarming-is-this-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-6946858351377076360</id><published>2008-02-27T05:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T06:13:30.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I think it would be awesome if i had my own reality show.  Not so much on the narcissistic tip...but because some funny shit happens to me.  Below is a tale..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thursday, as I do seemingly every month I went to the LAced Party @ Cue Bar.  I did not go to Dilla Day and I did not go to the 18th street Lounge.  I really got comfy at Cue Bar.    My homeboy had mentioned previously, letting me facilitate the nintendo wii for him since he had to mingle amongst the folks.  I agreeded, because that gave me an excuse to beat down innocents in bowling..  Often when I come to DC, I never have a set game plan.  I know usually someone will let me crash or my homeboy would give me a ride back home if he wasn't tied up.  Now previously I had discussed with said homeboy my intentions of staying over night in dc to catch the portraiture exhibit..but after talking to the champ..i decided against. Still not sweating the small stuff..i drank and drank..people bought me dranks...my homeboy who was throwing the party supplied me with drank. I'd made plans with a dude to see him later that night, but the catch was he didn't know what time he'd be finished with his families function.  Me thinking I had time..settled in and had a ball..I got a text at 10:00, that he was home..I texted back..I'm kinda doing my homeboy a solid is 11pm too late?  To which he said yes...I'm not gonna go on and say ...this is how i felt--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;nigga for u to tell me at the last minute you was home and i'm supposed to drop everything and ball out..it wasn't happening..i had to say goodnight and make sure my homeboy had his wii situation was under control&lt;/span&gt;...at any rate when he said 11 was too late..it didn't dawn on me to hit my other folks up for a place to crash...i still had another option...my other homeboy was out that night..and i asked if he was going back to bmore..to which he gave me this weird as,"oh I'm riding you home tonight," phrase.   I just kinda look at him and was like alright...kept drinking...I was fully prepared not to let some sticks in the mud ruin my otherwise good evening..The night winds down and I say my goodbyes...I catch a cab to union station..i knew it was gonna be a funny rest of the evening when the cabby almost broad sided someones car.  I get to Union Station, drunk and sleepy..buy my train ticket..next train leaves at 315..bet it's 145am..i can do this..i vow not to sleep or I'd miss my train..so I'm in this surreal state..and what i experienced next I'm not really sure if it happened or didn't..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm kinda resting on a seat in front of the gate i need to leave from and this dude sits down.  Average looking cat with a pea coat on.  There's a Vanity Fair sitting beside me, someone had left it.  He just picked it up...which was surprising but it coulda been mine..anywho..dude furiously thumbs thru it starts breathing hard and next thing i know his hand is in his pants...I'd be lying if i said i didn't look but i kinda shot him this knowing look like yo..the men's bathroom is a few steps away u may wanna go do that there...but he just looked me in the eyes and keep rubbin his junk..It was then that i knew this cat was on some deviant, watch me as i masturbate shit.  As much as people are repulsed by said public displays u cant help but look..or maybe that's just me.  I was determined not to give dude what he wanted, so i got up and went to the ladies bathroom..wtf i did that i dont know...what waited for me there was a bigger mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the ladies bathroom and it smells to the high heavens.  I search for a stall to pee in..and lo and behold just about every stand was occupied...I waited for a second then it dawned on me that the homeless chicks were using the stalls to sleep.  I think i almost earled in my mouth a bit..Just the mere fact that u're sleepin in a smelly bathroom..ugh...i mean shoes off and everything...i also heard moaning..:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no choice but to go back out by the gate and take a seat(no dude to be found..magazine was still there tho).  Before I knew it..it was 315.  I boarded my train..determined not to sleep again..Amtrak does not wake u..and well if u sleep and miss ya train u could end up in Boston.  I finally got home and in my bed at 430am....I was so tired...I knew i wasn't going to work..after the night i had, i wanted to chill...and as if God heard me..on cue @ 6am, I got the notice that my job was closed..score!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-6946858351377076360?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/6946858351377076360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=6946858351377076360' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/6946858351377076360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/6946858351377076360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2008/02/sometimes-i-think-it-would-be-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-6713652134619426308</id><published>2008-02-26T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T05:59:53.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night as a lay in bed I came up with a list...entitled:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Tired List..(things that i'm tired of..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-politics..tho they are necessary...i'm tired of the back and forth, peoples preoccupation with it..what will they talk about when the political banter is dead?..nothing..the worse is when people who don't normally talk politics wanna get all pundit-like on you..ugh..sthu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the winter/spring like weather...pick one already..i mean one day it's beautiful, the next it's a hot mess.  I'm so ready for some constant sun and warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the bullshitters..particularly the people who think they bullshittin me and are getting no where..the ones that get angry when i pay them no mind and put no weight into what they say..it's all gibberish to me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-venues and party peoples...as you well know..or some of you know i promote and throw parties..these venues think they hot shit..i mean the crowd is there sometimes but things aren't consistent in bmore.  well i take that back..the one thing that is consistent is that the parties fall off..save for a few parties that i would never attend because of the clientèle.  the reason i got into throwing parties was because people like myself complained about not having anywhere to go to vibe with like minded individuals..i'm starting to see that some folks just like to complain..because these same folks don't support or always have something come up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the price of gas..wow is all i can say..3.03..just wow..i feel sorry for people who have suv's..i know yall wishing yall had a compact now.  Part of the reason i don't think i'll get a car anytime soon..well that, the price to park and maintain a car in downtown bmore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dating..it's one of those necessary evils to get to the person that's meant for you..but i'll be damned if it aint lined with toads..and it seems u must kiss them all in order to discover your prince.. *ralphs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-last and certainly not least..one person..i shall call him the scorpion.  how can one say they value a friendship when they constantly work to throw things in the others face.  It's been 4 years and i'm off this merry go round.  i wish u the best on the next phase of your life...am i telling you i'm out?..nope...but when u go to reach for me..i wont be there.  -sincerely..the tortoise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-6713652134619426308?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/6713652134619426308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=6713652134619426308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/6713652134619426308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/6713652134619426308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2008/02/last-night-as-lay-in-bed-i-came-up-with.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-1498380063370132278</id><published>2008-02-25T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T06:13:44.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm still on a post homecoming high.  One should never revel in someone else's sadness nor misfortune...But I'll be damned if looking better than 90% of the people that hated on you in college isn't a boost.  I mean those chicks in college who the dudes deemed as "phat," were always a hamburger or 4 away from Aretha status.  And it is with great pleasure that i report that I killed at homecoming.  From the hair to the lip gloss(MAC lip lacquer in Veneer) i broke out, I killed it.  Quite a few dudes made mention of my lips and how they were poppin..Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.. However no chicks mentioned how nice i looked.  Seemingly all my compliments came from dudes.  NO phone numbers passed or anything it was more a , "you always been on that different fashion shit."  In a sea of women(including the college chicks) dressed alike...weaves..heels..skinny jeans..I threw caution to the wind and did it successfully.  Am i tooting my own horn? why yes i am!  LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I spent the greater portion of the day catching up with an old college sweetheart.  We did brunch and hung out afterwards.  The day went by so fast..but i throughly enjoyed myself.  Is there romancing rekindling on the horizon?  who the hell knows, but I'm not banking on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past month ya girl has been on fire meeting dudes.  But for whatever reason a few fell off..and i ain't even mad.  Just dealing and talking to the 3 dudes, I've come to the realization that some folks just want you to go above and beyond.  Sorta like they expect you to do certain things.  I'm not a call you ever day person.  And I may not answer my phone all the time but does that mean we play tit for tat?  Also what's with dudes phones getting disconnected..Maybe this is judgmental of me but i kinda frown when grown ass men's cell's are disconnected.  I mean you cant handle a cell phone bill? ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also heard from dude who was straight trying to have a date @ 1am..  He said I'm still on his shit list..but hell..i said if this teaches you anything, it's that I'm a prime time woman...not a midnight hour one homes...and knowing is half the battle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-1498380063370132278?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/1498380063370132278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=1498380063370132278' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/1498380063370132278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/1498380063370132278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-still-on-post-homecoming-high.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-5732075625481800359</id><published>2008-02-24T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T05:59:36.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="https://advdev.usmd.edu/Admin/OnlineGiving/small_umes_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without fail, every time i step back on campus I see small scenes of college past.  Everything from me and my ex fussing on the quad @ night to spring fest with Common.  &lt;br /&gt;Homecoming was this weekend.  Being as tho UMES is a basketball school, our homecoming was always in Feb.  It always amazed me how packed it got on our small campus.  This was before the fancy gym and student center.  Just sitting at the game me and my friends all came to the same summation.  This was our last homecoming.  Not because alumni turnout was low, but because we all kinda felt like the old chicks in the club.  While watching the game we saw how all the young chicks were dressed to the T...I mean all dressed up...heels...eventually they came off but still.  The good thing about homecoming is seeing how everyone has changed and how some folks have stayed the same.  Yesterday everyone was going on and on about how i stayed the same...with a few minor adjustments...Connections were made...reconnection's were abound....I wanted to stay for a party but the old ladies didn't hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I have been really wanting to go dancing.  Like every time i hear some music i wanna sway and get my dance on.  I've been beaten by the dance bug.  Maybe i'll go to the reggae spot tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in my life have I had a busted blood vessel in my eye..but now i do have one..one of my friends noticed it as i was sitting at the game..it's huge and above my cornea.  Needless to say I have an optometrist appointment next week.  I know my job is getting tired of me falling apart.  2 weeks ago i had the flu, this past week I was out 2 days for oral surgery and now..my eye :(  I guess 30 is not the new 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is with a whole heart i can say this blog is every where.&lt;br /&gt;at any rate I have a brunch date because of said homecoming reconnection...i'll holla.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-5732075625481800359?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/5732075625481800359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=5732075625481800359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/5732075625481800359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/5732075625481800359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2008/02/without-fail-every-time-i-step-back-on.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-5657667843943369678</id><published>2008-02-22T22:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T22:28:58.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"In the beginning of dating, you set the precedent.  It is those things you do in the beginning that sets the tone of your relation."(c) My granny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to type this while it was still fresh on my mind.  &lt;br /&gt;I'd met this guy while he was working at Morgan.  Maybe 3 months ago he stopped working there.  He took another job and asked for my phone number.  Every once and a while he would text me.  He was a friendly and congenial type of dude.  Always easy going when i saw him, so i didn't mind that he wanted to keep in touch.  Well today i get a text from him.  He wanted to hang out and mentioned he wanted to hit this sushi spot near me.  This was at 930 p.m. that he started making plans.  By 10 we hand hammered down that we would meet, 11 @ the spot..So the whole time he's texting me...11 goes by, not a word.. 1130,he claimed there was a traffic back up at Pratt and that he was stuck in traffic...I wasn't bothered..XS doesn't close till 2...i told him he had until 1230..anything after I was going to bed, for i have to get up early to drive to the eastern shore for homecoming tomorrow.  So of course @ 1225 i get a text that he was stuck..still in traffic that he mentioned.  I just told him we can reschedule, because at this point i was tired and a bit annoyed.  He goes on and on via text mind you, that this was last minute and that he really wanted to see me.  Bear in mind he had asked to see me at the middle of the 9 o clock hour to hang.  Anyway...i bid him goodnight..and magically he says he's on my street..and i had to come down..well at this point he met the bitch..i said i didn't have to do a thing and that it was funny that he magically was on my block as i said good night...he whines that it wasn't his fault and how the traffic had messed him up.  Now, ya know i'm not a bitch i swear, but dude said he was coming from Canton...which is less that 20 mins away from my apartment..So he continues to send text..asking me to come down to the car...that late night come down to the car madness hasn't been hot since i was in college(94-98).  I mean just wasn't feeling it..this bamma had the nerve to say i made him waste gas.  I texted back, "you trippin, go head home."  dah well... *shrugs*  I mean i know it ain't that deep but, i mean wth?  dude it's almost 1 in the am..If i do this..this one time..you'll think it's cool to come and hang out at 1 am all the time..or think it's ok to just chill in yo damn car..nah i'm good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news i'm super stoked about homecoming..wooooooooooooooooo go hawks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Laced jawn was fun as usual..way too many hilarities to type..but these are my highlights: the lesbian jawn giving me highfives as i whooped that ass in wii bowling, the champ being tipsy and doing his usual drunk hiliraties, the champ's thirsty homeboy who seemed like he just got outta jail..hehe,keke dodging ole girls kisses lol but getting locked down, union station at 130 is disgusting!,the hilarious tipsy text, seeing kdean and getting home at 400am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update..i just got a text from him saying i owe him a night..ahahah yeah right...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-5657667843943369678?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/5657667843943369678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=5657667843943369678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/5657667843943369678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/5657667843943369678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-beginning-of-dating-you-set.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-6120210271009877786</id><published>2008-02-20T21:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T21:15:07.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel as if i went a round with Mike Tyson.  &lt;br /&gt;I went to the dentist today to get my filling fixed.  I really believed that he was going to extract the tooth but he didn't and i was grateful.  Mostly because i need my teeth, i smile way too much to have another missing.  Albeit it's in the back but still.  I'm missing one tooth I don't need another gone.  The first thing i noticed was that the doctor did not dare say a word about my temp filling I'd put in my mouth.  If your emergency wait is 2 weeks then I think your patients has a right to do what they have to do to alleviate the pain.  While i was there they decided it would be good to check up on my previous scaling which seemed like it was 7 months ago..but they informed me it was indeed 06 when i got my scaling...i thought that was impossible but it was true.  I got my cleaning and tooth polishing.  I was complimented on my oral hygiene by the hygienist...that made me feel better..seeing as how the doctor shot me in my jaw 4 times with the Novocaine.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor informed me that the Novocaine would wear off in an hour..not so..It took more like 3 hours.  He injected me at about 830...my face was not right until about 145.  So that meant I couldn't eat, because i would bite the shit out of my tongue seeing as how the whole lower right half of my face was on stuck mode.  I did make sure i had the tastiest of food once my numbness went away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that's all i have because this annoying pain is getting on my nerve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-6120210271009877786?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/6120210271009877786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=6120210271009877786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/6120210271009877786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/6120210271009877786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-feel-as-if-i-went-round-with-mike.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-6989642295505556139</id><published>2008-02-19T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T21:05:13.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New &lt;br /&gt;shiny packages &lt;br /&gt;without labels.&lt;br /&gt;Bows in assorted colors and &lt;br /&gt;sizes.&lt;br /&gt;Unwrapped surprises full &lt;br /&gt;of excitement.&lt;br /&gt;Beaming smiles and &lt;br /&gt;cheshire grins.&lt;br /&gt;New.&lt;br /&gt;Now forever begins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-6989642295505556139?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/6989642295505556139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=6989642295505556139' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/6989642295505556139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/6989642295505556139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-shiny-packages-without-labels.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-9133925927208834174</id><published>2008-02-18T05:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T05:11:03.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People still use the, "I'mma wait 3 days after i get the number to call him/her?"&lt;br /&gt;People!  I mean come on.  Does this garner you anything?  Like where does this get you?  And what is the reasoning behind it? A dude asked for my number and hadn't called me..and like clock work he calls me 3 days after.  I mean you could genuinely be busy but *shrugs*  I just found it funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was getting my party on this weekend.. Started friday@ Dizzy Izzies and it ended yesterday.  Went to Philly only to come home and go to DC..W^_^T!!! hahahahah..I didnt drink as much last night either.  It was a nice lil esoteric affair @ Mahogany.  I shall be back in DC to see and hear Pete Rock spin...Owwwwwww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lil to nothing to post about..other than the fact that i got in at 130am last night and woke up feeling refreshed like i had a full 8 hours of sleep.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owwwwwwwwwww short work week...downside...i'm going to the dentist for possible tooth extraction..geez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-9133925927208834174?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/9133925927208834174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=9133925927208834174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/9133925927208834174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/9133925927208834174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2008/02/people-still-use-imma-wait-3-days-after.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-6686808549180548219</id><published>2008-02-16T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T07:37:45.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Great day in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arose at 7 am this morning.  I hadn't gotten my things for this potluck I'm going to this evening.  I committed to collard greens and deep fried catfish nuggets. So i hotfooted it to Lexington market to get the freshest of ingredients.  6lbs of collards  and kale later, i regretted committing to greens.  I mean I could fake it and dump some glory greens in a pot but i don't like the flavor of glory greens..i like the fresh taste of greens.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking to the market in the brisk am air.  In the back of my mind I kept thinking i sure would love a cup of coffee, but my hands were freezing.  I think i'mma take it back to the isotoner cause i need a thin lite weight glove that keeps my hand warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-6686808549180548219?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/6686808549180548219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=6686808549180548219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/6686808549180548219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/6686808549180548219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2008/02/great-day-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-6196832189113677826</id><published>2008-02-15T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T06:08:00.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pork rinds in the morning....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i sipped my coffee this morning, while awaiting the bus..a lady and her 3 kids passed by me.  I noticed that the 3 kids were all stair steps and I smiled.  They were cute and as spry as they could be at 700am..and well cold.  But as I sipped my coffee more and smiled again..i noticed they were eating something.  I knew it wasn't a banana nor a muffin.  So i thought what could they be eating at 700am, other than something of nutritional value.  It was pork rinds!  BBQ Pork Rinds.  WTF?  Ummm and they had apparently just bought the bag..I mean when think of how nasty pork rinds are and how they congeal in your throat, it's just nasty...and let alone for breakfast.  I wish I coulda slapped the mom cause that shit was tacky.  And to wash it down you know the babies had a lil hug(a qtr water for some)  Not one but all three took turns digged into this big ass bag.  I could feel my arteries winching as they munched and munched..the moment felt like forever as i looked in horror.  This white chick was walking down the street and smiled at the kids as well..until she saw the rinds..and she made a wtf? face and passed..she turned back around to make sure her eyes had not deceived her..she looked at me for understand...i had none..so i shook my head...then she looked at me again as if to say "get ya people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night me and the bff went out for drinks after work @ Midtown..I was amazed at how many folks was in that piece.  We all had laughs and i took over the jukebox..a dude kept feeding me money I kept playing the hits...Deans had already been there since about 3..i joined her at 5..when i got there she was so glossy eyed it didnt make any sense.  She introduced me to her cohorts..and the party ensued.  Now at about 7 the dudes wanted to take a shot...what shot did they pick..grand marnier..I had already had 2 vodka tonics(which they tried to get me to drink stoli ras and cranberry)and then i took the shot..I hadn't had anything to drink since 12ish but I was fine...Shortly thereafter i looked over at deans and she looked green about the gills...I escorted her to the bathroom..she assured me she was fine.. needless to say we cut the night short at 9.  Tonight we are to go out but i don't know if she'll have as much to drink as she did last night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-6196832189113677826?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/6196832189113677826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=6196832189113677826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/6196832189113677826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/6196832189113677826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2008/02/pork-rinds-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-2993023339689682914</id><published>2008-02-11T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T20:57:29.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And now a fable in innate nature:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Braude, 1965]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A scorpion, being a very poor swimmer, asked a turtle to carry him on his back across a river. "Are you Scorpion mad?" exclaimed the turtle. "You'll sting me while I'm swimming and I'll drown."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My dear turtle," laughed the scorpion, "if I were to sting you, you would drown and I would go down with you. Now where is the logic in that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're right!" cried the turtle. "Hop on!" The scorpion climbed aboard and halfway across the river gave the turtle a mighty sting. As they both sank to the bottom, the turtle resignedly said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you mind if I ask you something? You said there'd be no logic in your stinging me. Why did you do it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It has nothing to do with logic," the drowning scorpion sadly replied. "It's just my character."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-2993023339689682914?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/2993023339689682914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=2993023339689682914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/2993023339689682914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/2993023339689682914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-now-fable-in-innate-nature-braude.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-6375961620009620318</id><published>2008-02-09T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T14:43:21.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h234/sha410/daf2me.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll ever miss a Donuts are Forever event thrown by Rare Form again.  I had a blast..I mean I had more than a blast.  From huggin all of the beautiful people, vibin and dancin on stage with Phonte, and enjoying the beautiful works of art that Dilla left us.  I mean the amount of people who showed and supported was awesome.  I saw and met some awesome musical people who's music i love..Sadiq of PPP and DJ Evil Dee to name a few.  Not to mention Phonte and Dj House shoes who did a awesome ass job.  As far as I'm concerned Rare Form should travel all of the states and throw these parties in each major metropolitan city.  I'd been excited all week but words can't express the feeling that kinda rested in SouthPaw last night..So much love for Dilla..so much love for good music..so much love for people man.  I know I sound like a hippie but you should've been there dear reader.  I got a text about 1ish from my homegirl Nikk...she lives in BK and said she was checking out the event on a humble and low and behold who is on the stage rocking..but no other than yours truly...she said it wasn't even her who spotted me..rather a coworker...lol :)  And how did she spot me/recognize me...my dope ass hair cut!!!  We stayed at a hotel relatively close.  I have alot of folks who stay in nyc but i knew i'd be coming in late and leaving early so i thought the hotel share was the best bet. Pics can be seen &lt;a href="http://blacksoappalace.com/filth-images/daf2/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.photobytone.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at &lt;a href="http://www.hotellebleu.com/index.htm"&gt;Hotel LeBleu&lt;/a&gt;  It looked like a hotel room out of a Hype Williams video...the whole bathroom was frosted...it also had a curtain capability...I thought it was rather sexy..if you were at the hotel with ya mate..you could get em worked up by lathering up..owwwwwwwwwwww...*note to self come back and stay at this hotel with the dude*  The decor was white with turquoise accents....awesome awesome awesome..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now working on 2.5 hours of sleep..after the party we went to cozy diner in the village to get a bite to eat...very early in the morning, nyc is so beautiful to drive around and look at the still streets and buildings..Being there yesterday made me realize how much i missed nyc...I gotta go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-6375961620009620318?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/6375961620009620318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=6375961620009620318' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/6375961620009620318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/6375961620009620318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-dont-think-ill-ever-miss-donuts-are.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-979184360136157481</id><published>2008-02-07T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T05:45:13.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's no greater pain, than a pain in your mouth.  My filling came out and there was no pain...till i decided to bite into a 1/4lb bacon cheeseburger...I guess the bacon stabbed me in the hole in my tooth and my shit has been fucked up every since.  I tried to eat some curry goat but the pain was annoying..i had to eat on the other side of my mouth which already has a tooth missing.  I suppose it's poetic justice since my dentist had been trying to get me to get my wisdom teeth pulled anyway..and that's where the hole is...in my wisdom tooth :(  I'm not gonna front i did handle that curry goat on the left side of mouth but the right side is stronger...I put in a temporary fill till my appt. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz...&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting my Teevee friday..finally my laptop can go back to being a laptop..and now i have the option of recording teevee when i want.  Yay..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday as well, i took off to travel to nyc to go to a Dilla Tribute.  I missed last years but fat chance on missing this years :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://nyfusicology.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/daf2_0208_eflyer.jpg?w=280&amp;h=1254"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-979184360136157481?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/979184360136157481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=979184360136157481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/979184360136157481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/979184360136157481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2008/02/theres-no-greater-pain-than-pain-in.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-5847222285759442080</id><published>2008-02-05T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T06:35:28.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Coming off of a 3 day weekend is great.  I haven't been in the office since thur. of last week.  In between partying @ Marvin in DC, writing a restaurant review, securing a new spot for my monthly parties, helping the bff move and unpack, watching the superbowl and catching up on The Wire, I managed to relax as well.  Last week was just a hectic week all together.  That coupled with trying to undate someone, that made for an interesting weekend.  I don't know where to start..So i guess the beginning it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd gotten an email from a friend to come party @ this spot Marvin.  It's in NW, the U street corridor.  I was impressed.  It gave off a lounge feel, but it mos def wasn't a lounge.  Everything that came out of the kitchen looked and smelled like heavennnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.  The drinks were moderately priced and potent.  They even had a cool outdoor patio with heating lamps..the whole vibe of the spot was sexy...Complete with pics of jazz greats up on the walls.  I have to go back..this time not as a group tho.  My one complaint was one of the bartenderesses(so not a word) seemed out of it...like high at work.  She clearly acknowledged me, took my order and proceeded to wait on everyone around me..needless to say she never made my drink.  So i stood there patiently looking at this chick and she never said anything to me.  Another bartender had to complete my order.  Other than that i was all good... After that the peoples weren't ready to go in so we went to Adam's Morgan to Felix for a producers showcase.  I wasn't feeling that because it was jam packed with dudes...trying to look thuggish. :(  I didn't fit in at all..but then again I'm use to that.  I had on my work clothing so i was dressed for business hours.  Albeit fine..but ya know I looked like i was an executive or something.  I got home at about 12ish and decided that i wasn't going to work...and i was glad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it rained all day....I lounged all day..I felt kinda bad because my bff was moving but for the accident prone you just don't move in the rain.  I knew I would be more of a hindrance than a help, so i waited for the Saturday move to assist.  In addition to lounging, I spent the day on text seemingly discussing why i didn't wanna date a dude.  Like he didn't take we don't mesh well as an answer.  And it was the truth.  We just didn't vibe.  I wasn't interested in sticking around to see if eventually we would.  I'm sorry.  I'm at the point in my life where i know what i want and what i don't want.  And I didn't want him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday...i sprung up with renewed energy and bounced to the raw bar.  I held it down for 2.5 hours, talking sports, politics and video games.  The raw bar is just like the barber shop..Mostly dudes talking out the side of their necks.  2 dozens oysters and 5 beers later..it was time for me to be out.  I walked to the bff's new spot and got there just in time to help with unpacking and cleaning.  I was buzzed so everything and the time flew past...Before I knew it was 11pm...I got the bff her first meal for her first night in her new spot.  It's her first time living completely on her own and I'm so very proud of her.  I did tell her once she lives alone she'll never wanna live with someone else..unless it's to marry. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone hemmed and hawed about not having a super bowl party..so i chilled..till i got a call at 5pm.  "Hay girl, I'm having something out my house."  I got dressed, my friends came to scoop me..we got the liks and hotfooted it out to Greenspring.  This was my first superbowl out there house since their dad(my uncle petey passed) and it wasn't the same.  The basement where the dudes were was clearly cold and incomplete.  I really miss Uncle Pete at times when someone is talking smack and clearly don't know what they talking bout..cause uncle would say,"what the hell are you talking about?" then he'd give them that wise sage look...and instant sonning. :)  I was relegated to watching the game with the chicks..who wanted to split the teevee time between the super bowl and hgtv...ugh!  The let me have the 1st 2 qtrs..but got bored "when no one was scoring."  I explained to them the beauty of this game was in the way the respective defenses were playing the hell out of each other...I also tried to explain that The Giants offense was a bit more wily and cunning than that of Pats..at this time.  *sigh*  They all looked so confused...that's the last time i try to explain football to a chick or chicks.  Dudes I respect all of you who try...*soul power fist*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that leads me to Monday...............which was spent on pirate bay..and other sites fishing for the entire season of the wire.  I'm up to episode 7.  So now all i have to see is 8, 9 and 10.  If anyone knows where i can get those..holla!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-5847222285759442080?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/5847222285759442080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=5847222285759442080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/5847222285759442080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/5847222285759442080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2008/02/coming-off-of-3-day-weekend-is-great.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-1284654939814502435</id><published>2008-01-31T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T12:17:14.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A question was posed to me.  Where did you get your sense of style?  I thought and thought and thought.  And the answer came to me like a ton of bricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the 11th grade, and what clothing i had came from my cousin buying them for me.  I was adopted by my cousin, who received a monthly allowance type deal for me.  So she pretty much got me the bear minimum of everything.  2 pairs of shoes, a few shirts and a few pairs of jeans.  I was active in choir and youth group with my church.  My choir's organization decided to have a formal event.  Now at the time I didn't know what formal was.  Here i was in the 11th grade and didn't know what formal dress was.  I mean i knew prom gear..but that was prom ya know?  So I go to my cousin ask her for money..she says she's strapped for cash, which was strange to me considering she got almost 400 a month for me in cash and another 250 in stamps but whatever!  So that meant I had to go to grand mom.  Now, when i was younger and i needed something I'd go to my grandfather..because i was the baby girl..and baby girl got what she wanted.  Not saying I didn't get what i wanted from my granny but ya know..i needed and explanation.  My grandfather passed my sophomore year in high school..so i had to go to the woman herself.  She asked me how much I thought I needed and did i know what i was buying.  Me being very simple minded in nature, figured I can get something @ Gallo's (yes the 10 dollar store)  My grandmother gave me 50bucks and told me to be out.  Now it didn't dawn on me to ask what formal dress was, but ya know teens.  I go to Gallo's.  I'll never forget it.  It was on the cusp of winter/spring and all the stores had their spring stuff out.  I picked up this black dress with big tropical flowers on it..it was a halter!  I got earrings and a bracelet, some shoes and some stockings.  When i was younger i was a stickler for leg coverage.  I was super excited to wear my outfit and I was rather proud of myself.  The day of the event came, I rushed home to get dressed.  I thought i looked cute.  I did my hair and wore a lil burgundy lipstick(u know this was erry teens lip color when it came to make up..then..in 1993)  I caught the bus to the NAACP Headquarters in Bmore where we had the dinner and awards ceremony.  I walkesd up in the spot and looked at everyone and here i am in my rinky dink dress with a nike wind breaker over it.  I felt and looked a hot ass mess compared to everyone else.  I received several awards that night but refused to stand and get them because I was so self conscious.  It was from that moment on i vowed that I would make myself familiar with fashion..anything and everything that had to do with it.  I'd have the correct coat to wear with a dress. I'd have more than 2 pairs of shoes.  A little piece of me knows this is why I have so much clothing...many shoes and purses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-1284654939814502435?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/1284654939814502435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=1284654939814502435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/1284654939814502435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/1284654939814502435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2008/01/question-was-posed-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-3132643480233622798</id><published>2008-01-29T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T06:13:19.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Foodie Call..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h234/sha410/tuna.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h234/sha410/tuna2.jpg"&gt;SEARED AHI TUNA W/ STEAMED BROCCOLI AND NOODLES DRIZZLED WITH SESAME SEEDS AND SOY SAUCE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was sitting at my desk yesterday I had a taste for seared Ahi tuna.  Normally I'd go to this place called Granite, but I didn't feel like going to Canton.  So I got the bright idea to make it myself.  Initially i was gonna do a peanut sauce with the noodles but was advised that the peanut sauce was too heavy for such a dish.  I'm glad I listened because what i ended up with was a meal fit for a queen.  First I took the steak and cut it in half.  I marinated it in a sauce of(fresh scallions, fresh minced ginger, garlic, olive oil and soy sauce.  I let it marinate for an hour.  While I waited I steamed my broccoli and made my noodles.  After marinating the steak I put a lil spray oil olive to coat the pan and i seared each side for a minute.  After that i rolled the tuna steak slice in sesame seeds..and viola ! done and done.  Twas an easy and enjoyable meal..and since this was my first time making it..there's no where to go but up..next time i'll probably tweak it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my date that was postponed from fri..happened yesterday @ lunch..Dude was cool..he's 37..and hampsome(handsome)..nice lips too Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww..But we tentatively have a follow up date for Saturday.  All it takes for me is to get over the initial hesitation and get on with it..ahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-3132643480233622798?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/3132643480233622798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=3132643480233622798' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/3132643480233622798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/3132643480233622798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2008/01/foodie-call.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-3727107221420264426</id><published>2008-01-29T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T08:03:01.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I did something so not me..&lt;br /&gt;so not me &lt;br /&gt;As we walked to the car last night smiling and giggly..&lt;br /&gt;he playfully bumped me.. &lt;br /&gt;opened my door&lt;br /&gt;I hugged him and told him how much i appreciated him..&lt;br /&gt;as he released me &lt;br /&gt;I kissed him &lt;br /&gt;I kissed him 3 times &lt;br /&gt;we got in the car smiled at each other &lt;br /&gt;i felt so nervous &lt;br /&gt;but we continued our convo &lt;br /&gt;3 Red lights..maybe 5 we were at my place &lt;br /&gt;I leaned over and hugged him again &lt;br /&gt;I kissed him again..he asked &lt;br /&gt;are we kissing now?&lt;br /&gt;To which i replied &lt;br /&gt;these things go better when u don't over think them..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-3727107221420264426?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/3727107221420264426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=3727107221420264426' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/3727107221420264426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/3727107221420264426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-did-something-so-not-me.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-7355490284943003730</id><published>2008-01-28T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T07:33:00.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Munday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the majority of my weekend shoppin.  One thing I can say about the impending recession is, the stores are listening.  I swear everywhere I went this weekend was having up to 70% of it's merchandise.  Banana Republic knew they were the devil for this but i got alot of staple pieces for a fraction of that Banana Republic price...you dandies and fashionistas know what i speak of.  It's with a whole heart I can say I don't need to purchase another piece of clothing till summer!  And probably not then either.   This clearly is my season for clothing because I haven't bought a shoe since Dec 07.  It seems everything is patent leather.  I've reached my quota on patent leather shoes ya know.  Also I think I've reached my quota on peeptoe too.. *sigh*  All i want is a timeless pump!  I think i may have to take it old school with the shoes..and go back to thrift and consignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning into a bit of a flake.  When I wasn't shopping I was suppose to set up a few dates.  I didn't, I just wanted to rest and lazy around with my innernets.  I did some routine itunes maintenance, downloading a lil porn and sipped  mimosas.  Ahhhhh to be single and living alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly...Have you ever looked at someone you use to date, don't know exactly what happened but you knew it wasn't any shady dealings..well u just looked at them and said "I could do that again," but u never say anything..*shrugs*  What's wrong with me?  I've been so unmotivated to make my interest known in anyone..I guess i like my life as is.  Okay my folks let's talk about relations of any kind that lack attention/maintenance.   Me and a friend of mines have been flirting for sometime..it goes thru it's ebb and flows but we are pretty friendly and cool..As of late life has been happening..and ya know we don't keep in touch as we have..but i mean a hello would suffice..and it seems lately i'm the only one reaching out..emails/texts/calls/..*shrugs* It's like every time the answers are curt..so what's the use?  I'm falling back.  It's no use in maintaining something one sided ya dig?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-7355490284943003730?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/7355490284943003730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=7355490284943003730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/7355490284943003730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/7355490284943003730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-munday-i-spent-majority-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-3159037897665105737</id><published>2008-01-26T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T20:34:42.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.I didn't go on my date...as luck would have it dude had just gotten back from VA and was very tired himself.  So......I slid my bootie to DC to have happy hour with a few folks.  Now as luck would have it I got dropped off at the Laurel MARC station..My coworker pulls off, I proceed to the ticket window..that shit was closed and had been closed since 10am..so i ask myself..how the fuck are you to get tickets?  A lady sensing my confusion offered her 2 bits.  You could pay on the train and not be penalized..sweettttttt..i thought...not really..because just as i thought that was cool..i reached into my pocket and i only had 3 bucks..now it was 5 to dc but as luck would have it again..this particular line stopped @ Greenbelt..awesome...so again the lady offered her help and gave me 2 more dollars..Thank God for those little bright spots that make our days better.  The train comes, I board it with my small bag of goodies i had acquired @ lunch.  You know what?  The conductor never came around for the fare..and my stop was only 2 stops away from where i boarded..sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeett..  I get to U street thinking I was gonna hit up Alero first..no dice!  That shit was extra packed..i said forget it and decided to take an L and show up to happy hour before my folks..like an hour before but who's counting?  Anyway..the name of the club was BarNun..not no more..So i'm standing across the street like umm where is Bar Nun?  Did they kinda like move and relocate or is it just called something else..I called a few people like where is bar nun?  The let me know and i was like ok..it's not Barnun no more...It's now called Pure Lounge..The inside now looks like a Diddy video...particularly the video with Mase..Bad Boys i think it was..it's all lit up...i thought how nice..now lemme get up on these buck rails...not so fast their 2..but i still got my drink on...exquisitely.  By the time the rest of the party arrived i was toasty..Good thing too..a dude had to be bounced out and he decided to wyle out before they could..he threw a drink..and it got all over me :(.  But i was tipsy so it was like wtf? did i spill my drink on myself..the owner got us another round which was promptly taken away by the mexican bus boys(those motherfuckers will throw away your soul if that shit was on a table)  The thing is we weren't even finished our drinks..goes to show we didnt need anymore.  Some folks had the bright idea of going to Liv..another friend suggested we go support another friend who was in a beat battle...Now we opted for the beat battle but upon entering i realized I was a permed sistah in a sea of bohos..twas hilarious...i thought to myself..this use to be my crowd..but by the time the patchouli climbed into my nostril making me nauseous, me and my homie decided that the evening was pretty much a wrap..by the time we made it back to greenbelt to get the car, we both were beat..This time we made it to the metro on time..no cab to greenbelt..Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next paragraph is dedicated to why i shouldnt have children.  My youngest god child got sick today.  Or rather had been sick prior to today.  I was suppose to hang out with them..but i got a text at 945 saying they had to cancel and that Ally needed to go to the emergency room..NOw..I don't know about you..but let someone I love go to the emergency room..all kinds of madness is swimming in my head..so i'm calling and texting like crazy..nothing..now normally i'd round up the posse and make moves..but by them living in AA county..a sister couldnt do that..so i was at the mercy of time.  I got another text at 12..they'd finally reached the emergency room..345 she was still waiting..i'm like damn..the baby has a fever...3 something hour wait for real&gt;  At any rate, to wrap this up..I spent the greater portion of the day worried shitless...Then i got the call she was ok..she had the flu and she was dehydrated..whew, i thought but still..by the time the whole thing was over...i needed a strong drink..and one i had.  I also did some major retail therapy.  A sista had to relax, relate, release.  Needless to say i dont need to spend another red cent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-3159037897665105737?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/3159037897665105737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=3159037897665105737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/3159037897665105737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/3159037897665105737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2008/01/guess-what.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-6334207534422396799</id><published>2008-01-25T07:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T07:23:43.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So i have a date tonight..originally it was supposed to be tomorrow..but i wanna hang out with my god babies..so i told dude today..not that I have anything pressing to do, I just don't know if I wanna be bothered.  It's sad but it's true.  The whole getting to know you phase can be exhilarating, but it's just getting there.  He wants to go to a movie..i mean for a first date..that doesn't serve a purpose but ok.  I know i teeter on the edge of wanting to date and not wanting too..it's really sad because I go thru these spouts of loneliness.  I've met a few potential people, but that's about all they are potentials..Potential what's i don't know..so far the conversations have been pretty witty and humurous.  I"m sure if I go thru with the date I'll have plenty to write about in my blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have a air card so i can do all kinda awesome stuff at home now.  I no longer have to venture out in the cold to go to the local cafe..or even to starbuck's who has tmobile hotspot..  I think it's funny that alot of places advertise wifi..but they have a small service charge..I believe that at this point in the game...innernet should be free..At any rate..what do you i did with my first night of innernets?  I downloaded porn..that's right..porn porn porn.. I think i watched about 6 mins of the video before i had a glass of wine and fell asleep..  I don't see how folks stay up all night on the innernets.  I understand how u can lose track of time but a whole night..impossible..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-6334207534422396799?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/6334207534422396799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=6334207534422396799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/6334207534422396799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/6334207534422396799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-i-have-date-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-8043862132212911035</id><published>2008-01-24T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T08:11:07.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.tequilasource.com/bottles/pics/patron-silver_3002_r2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patron, the wallet killer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night me and the bff took our friend Esha out for drinks and salsa dancing.  Now it never dawned on me to invite a few dudes.  So by the time we got to Havana Club there were 3 dudes to 6 chicks..Eventually it filled up..so it evened out.. Lemme rewind...Signs that you are old..you get to happy hour @ 6ish..You're tired and burned out by 730 and ready to go home..but Salsa dancing didn't start till 9..so we had to stake out Babalu grill..which has an excellent ceviche :).  So we're sitting there..Mojito after mojito..then it happened..someone suggested a bday shot..what did the birthday girl pick..Patron!  Now normally I'll have vodka tonics..so i don't know the market value of Patron..Needless to say when i got my tab..I was like wtf!  I mean it was a small chunk but Esha deserved it..she'd had a rough year so i obliged her..omg by the time we got to Havana Club I was tossed..and had the nerve to buy her one more shot..sheesh..By the time I got home all i wanted to do was *censor thoughts here* and it went downnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn...I got up this morning..strugglin for work.. :(  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i have the awesome job of finding a wireless card for my laptop..I've waited this whole time on palm to make a vista patch for the sprint connection manager. Only to find out they wanna charge u an extra 40 to use your phone as a modem..crazy right?  I mean you're already paying unlimited internet access on your phone..u should be able to use your phone as modem.  Ugh!  But at any rate..i have 2 choices..i suppose ATT or Verizon..Sprint doesnt have a wireless card that fits my laptop..or a usb connectivity device :(..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is so exciting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-8043862132212911035?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/8043862132212911035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=8043862132212911035' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/8043862132212911035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/8043862132212911035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2008/01/patron-wallet-killer.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-2251371231368392349</id><published>2008-01-22T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T05:48:42.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"You're a man's woman. You hate women and they hate you." - Kramer to Elaine on Seinfeld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nytix.com/repository/tours/TVLocationTours/SeinfeldTour/seinfeld_heads_230x155.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't go as far as to say I hate women...or even that they hate me..but i do find them to be a bit standoffish and protecting in instances where i am not a threat.  So naturally I'd hang with more dudes.  And it was yesterday that i realized this fact.  While hanging out with a male friend for a bit...he complained about his woes..just as he did this i turned on the heats v. cavaliers game..and kinda tuned him out..every now and again offering a "fa real..word..or heart felt look."  A few seconds after he exclaimed his life sucked..my cell went off, playing the monday night football theme..it was a text..i just tapped the phone and continued on...my friend gave me the most incredulous look..one that a chick would give a dude when they weren't listening...Is this life?  I like the things that some guys do.  I can drink a few brews with the best of them and talk shop.  I can dish out and handle all kinds of witty quips if that's your thing too..I've often been told that I was one of the dudes..and i'm ok with that..I mean i do have my girly side but eh...  I do find that if i am in the midst of dudes choppin it up..i get this look from chicks..I mean could it be that this is just me and i'm not putting on a front ???  Or do some people think it's a manufactured attempt at gaining male attention?  I ask myself this often when i go out..and i'm normally with a group, consisting mainly of dudes.&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs*  Ugh the things that plague my mind are often silly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-2251371231368392349?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/2251371231368392349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=2251371231368392349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/2251371231368392349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/2251371231368392349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2008/01/youre-mans-woman.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-4834559663427482635</id><published>2008-01-21T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T12:13:31.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If it's one thing i know absolutely..it's that often people(in relations or otherwise) don't know what the hell they want from someone else..let alone themselves..and the mind fucks ensue.  In no way is this entry a bitter woman's entry..It's just that how can one expect someone to give to them when they don't know what they want you to give.  That brings to mind the age old adage..what came first the chicken or the egg?.. sitting and talking to someone about your position in their life is just like this adage.  They are sure of 1, maybe 2 things..they know they want you in their life..but at what capacity?  And if you are not in the capacity that they think you want..they run the risk of losing you.  In my dealings..romantic and friendly..i tend to be the emotional cheerleader and giver..It's no surprise when i meet people who are emotionally unavailable.  The tug of war takes place, I'm accused of not letting them any closer than where they are..i accuse them of not opening up any further than what they have.  Angry angry angry..stand off..stand off..someone has to relinquish some power..laugh laugh laugh..and it's back on..rinse and repeat.  I've decided I can't keep doing the same things...when u do the same things you get the same results.  It's not as if i sought the same situations in the past, it just seemed like i always got them..by some happenstance.  Briefly i discussed the unraveling of a courtship with a dude i dated today..he asked why we didn't work..to which i could pinpoint the exact moment "we went wrong."  He remembered it clear as day as i ran down the days activities with him...to which he said damn..i said that?...better believe it buddy!...most of the time i do believe people get on their high horse when trying to rationalize things, when they hurt peoples feelings.  The conversation was refreshing but i wasn't going back...simply couldn't..sorry.  I was also told to stop being so sensitive..that's another issue as well..as a person, i feel..and i am not being overly sensitive when it comes to my feelings and my well being..to which i told the person whatever..and left it at that..I'm not longer apologizing for my feelings and feeling humanly alive...Over the years I've internalized a whole lot..and it's now time to let all that breath..so i can let it go and seek the change i wanna be.  I'm growing. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-4834559663427482635?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/4834559663427482635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=4834559663427482635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/4834559663427482635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/4834559663427482635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2008/01/if-its-one-thing-i-know-absolutely.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-366092524097313427</id><published>2008-01-20T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T17:09:13.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll be glad when my wireless card finally comes in for my laptop.  I hate posting blogs from my centro because it has to authenticate everything and it slows down the process...by the time I get to the blogger dashboard, i've lost my train of thought. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a rather lazy weekend.  The only day I got out was fri.  I stayed in all day saturday and sunday..save for a few runs to the store..yesterday I went to the "eclectic video store" to peruse the selection..i can say my selections were quite schizophrenic...i got..i spit on your grave..clockwork orange and the last dragon..haha..i know right?..altho the fees are quite pricey..the owner is cool..anyone with a scrabble area is alright with me.  I left the house for 10 mins today..to ya know combat boredom but i'll be damned if my ass didn't run back in the house..today was one of those rare bone chillin days in bmore..blah..i immediately came back in..cooked dinner and vegged out..i really can't complain because I got a lot done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have the day off and have no plans what so ever.  I held off on the tattoos this weekend..seeing as tho my liver drank up my tattoo money thur/fri.  It's not the highest priority..i guess I just want one but never get around to it...sad too..the tattoo spot is like 5 mins away from where I live.. eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided today i'd crochet me a hat.  it's taken me all day because i've been into the playoffs and texting random people talkin shit about the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed the fight..i was supposed to see it in dc but the party was cancelled on some bogusness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boring right?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes this is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. shout to plaxico burress mom..she musta been on that ooooooo weeee..cause..yeah..plaxico...no doubt dude is havin a hell of 2 qtrs..but dammit his name is plaxico.. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-366092524097313427?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/366092524097313427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=366092524097313427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/366092524097313427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/366092524097313427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2008/01/ill-be-glad-when-my-wireless-card.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-1164626075751162892</id><published>2008-01-18T06:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T06:27:08.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The snow was so beautiful yesterday for about 10 mins..then it all turned into that watery grey slush..But i did break out my hello kitty boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was one of those days that had it's highs and lows.  The earlier portion of the day i spent it kinda discussing the finer points of friendship with someone..the end resolve was...i don't even think we're friends anymore.  Friends discuss things  and personal matters.  Friends are there for each other. The fact that they couldn't see past their selfishness to see the point I was making..made me sad..and i mourned for a moment.  I walked home in the snow and thought about all the good things..i had a few giggles.  I'll just let it breath.    I got home laid down for a spell.  Then I got a text from a few other friends who wanted me to hang out that evening.  The homie B hit me, to let me know it was on and my boo K...told me bring my ass.  I hemmed and hawed then i jumped outta bed..got my ass dress and flew to penn station..good timing to, cause i got there just in time to make the 525 train.  Got to Union Station..copped some sneakers and some lipgloss..met the boo and balled to Alero for a few..then it was on to Cue Bar.  As usually I had a good ass time...this time i was the Wii facilitator...i handed quite a few people their asses in Wii Bowling..I even served up a 6pack of strikes.. :)  We balled out about 1230..tipsy only to realize that the metro was closed..so we had to catch a cab to Greenbelt...hahaha 38 bucks..i was passed out...I finally got home from our small adventure @1 ish..I'd made it up in my mind that I wasn't coming to work..but I'm here!   I can sleep when i get home...Gatorade a.m. is that shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to highs and lows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-1164626075751162892?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/1164626075751162892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=1164626075751162892' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/1164626075751162892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/1164626075751162892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2008/01/snow-was-so-beautiful-yesterday-for.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-109454262514251715</id><published>2008-01-16T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T16:18:49.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh joy! Jury Duty...in an attempt to capture my joy..i shall bite the champs style of play by play blogging..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8-9:  I get to the court house, only to be met with a huge ass line..I suppose we're all late.  The have one security guard checking people in..he puts me in mind of ole otis. There's a few dudes who came up in this piece sauced..i suppose they wont be called for a jury..or maybe they'll sober up by the time they get picked..but something tells me that's part of the strategy. I finally get thru and in the waiting area..geez...bodies...i mean people..they called numbers 1-850 today and i think every single person came out..I mean who doesn't wanna miss work?..and get paid 15 bucks to sit in someones face and decide their fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9-10:  Check in..we get our monies and our notices stamped to validate our attendance here.  Sure..i grab my 15 bucks..my juror taggy and roll out..back in the corral...i don't wanna bust out my laptop cause it seems i got a jury buddy...she has a centro too..we rap a taste..they call the first pool for a potential case..number 1-400...yes..not me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10-11: More waiting..at this point my ass is hurting..why because i'm regular as hell..and i used the bathroom before i came to the court house..so now my ass is hurting..rather my anus..i gotta speak to the doctor about my level of regularity..i mean after every meal..before bed and upon waking...i'm sharing this with u cause yall my fam..hahah. they call 2 more pools...i'm still not called 400-615..615-663...almost got me..I'll be editing this as soon as i'm called i guess..so until then..eh..I paid 5 bucks for unlimited wifi for the day..it expires at 9.  I've already updated itunes..windows media(cause i havent bought a teevee yet..and i'm still in no rush)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know people sure are nosey(all on my screen..what's a blog?)..i mean..we are all here to serve but some just want that green..but what i wanna know is..how u finna call someone for jury duty and not know that they have been convicted of a crime?  how does that shit work?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been playing eyesies with this dude..he asked what i was doing for lunch..but i'm spending my qt with the bff..we back on and solid as a rock(c) ashford and simpson...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch is from 1230-145..pray i don't get called because then i don't get my whole time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:20-1:40- I had lunch with the bff and her work cronies.  On the way out of the court house and old man accosted me about the cost of my laptop and him wanting to get one for his granddaughter..translation..bitch you better not leave yo laptop unattended.  I had a good lunch..but now i fear it's bathroom time again..my anus still hurts :(  I got back to the court house at 120, fire up the laptop..i think i'm experiencing laptop envy because everyone who walks pass is giving me the eye...or maybe it's my shiny ass lips...maybe it's the lips..too much sex in the courthouse?  &lt;br /&gt;I'm perusing air tran for cheap tickets to ATL.  I vowed to get out of my normal travelling rut and branch outside of nyc, va, nj and pa.  I suppose once we ajourn from lunch my number will be called..they'll ask me some questions and i'll either be picked or dismissed..and placed in another jury pool...until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;150-500:  Number 665-850, 1-200, and 615-620 are called...I wench..my ass hurts and these hard ass chairs are no help.  We all pile in the court room.  The defendant is all in my face.  No doubt he looks familiar but, damn can i have my face back.  Allegedy he carjacked and attempted to murder someone.  He's innocent till proven guilty but damn.  The judge proceeds to ask questions of the group, asking us to stand if the answer is yes.  Do we know the defendant, the lawyers, the cops and etc.  He poses the question has anyone in your family or yourself been a victim of crime, been incarcerated or have pending charges..damn near the whole room stands up.  We then must say our number and be seated.  I answered affirmative..a crime was done to me..and a family member had indeed been incarcerated(scarfaces) sorry...every time i say or see incarcerated..i think scarfaces...shout out raekwon...at any rate...this continues on for several hours..till we are all called to the front for our tete with the judges and the counsel as to the particulars of our affirmative answers.  The strange thing is the defendent is there the whole time in yo face!  So my number being as tho i was the first number in this batch is called...I'd had several crimes done to me and my mother had been locked up..the judge asks me what crimes..i said home invasion and armed robbery with malicious intent.  For those that know a lil about..they dont know i was robbed at gun point and was forced, or rather told to lay down..and i straight refused..i mean i couldnt be raped and if that meant me getting shot..so be it...being a victim of molestation..there's nothing worse than shit..someone forcing themselves on you..and to me being shot was better than having some man rip me to shreds..I got emotional and i felt my face get hot..my eyes started to well..the judge tried to plead with my sensibilities..i said your honor..i can not with a clear conscience say i'd be unbiased in this case..i just can't...he reads my mini file..and says a educated woman such as myself could seperate my emotions on this matter and assist this man with a fair trial..i said i simply couldnt..and i couldnt...so i sat there for a few more hours stewing in my emotional juices if you will..i eventually fell asleep..only to be awakened by a fellow juror..the judge had final dismissed a few of us...So i escaped..another year..trial free.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing about it tho..it forces you to really think about things that happened to you..I'd supressed that shit deeply..and it wasnt until i heard the word gun that i just lost it..night folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-109454262514251715?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/109454262514251715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=109454262514251715' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/109454262514251715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/109454262514251715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-joy-jury-duty.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-6101927760471383979</id><published>2008-01-15T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T10:00:52.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know the worse part about being a friend?  It's when your friends go thru things and you have to be that ear... But what happens when you have nothing to add?...except for good riddance?  This happens----&gt;  Since i got back from CO, I haven't talk to my bff about her break up with her beau of many years.  Reason being...I have alot going on myself and really don't have anything to add..  I saw her wed. of last week..was supposed to see her fri..but didn't feel like the trek in the rain to see her...Sunday i didn't do a damn thing nor Monday..so that leads us to tues.  A coworker who i referred to her went to get their hair cut last night..we have this night called get ya wig whipped wed...me and all the people i referred go..but some folks have broken the pattern..at any rate she hooked up with them last night leaving me out..this morning jokingly i sent a text..why y'all ain't call me?  and that let the floods out..i got attitude from every which direction...u know half the battle with being a good friend/lover, etc..is knowing when to hold your tongue and picking your battles...well this one i was willing to let slide..till my coworker came in and attempted to tell me about myself and my friendship...I damn near went off..and quite frankly i was annoyed, that someone who hasn't known me or my bff that long was trying to read me..in of all places..my job!  I promptly called the bff and told her that i wasn't giving her attitude but the last thing I'd heard from her was she was at a funeral...that was it..she claimed she didn't get my text..but anyway...at this point i was beyond disgusted but decided to hold my tongue again..asked her what she was doing tonight..she was hanging out a few blocks from my house...was she gonna call me?  i doubt it..i asked her why everyone knew the complete stories..u know this hoe hollered..well they asked...I'm like is your phone broke?   and that leads me to...should i have to call u to get the rundown on your issue?  I mean granted i am the bff, but the last we talked i basically got the gist..and i know u bout tired of mofos asking anyway..is it wrong of me to want to table this topic when it comes to us? Ugh!  At any rate she's not the only one going thru it..and I'm just tired of being a band aid for folks..i mean come on..how much of me can go around?  And when i go thru things who's helping me?  No one...I'm the type of person when i go thru things i don't mistreat people or expect to talk about it ad nauseum.. i just withdraw, work it out and resurface..*sigh...i hate days like this.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK GOD I HAVE JURY DUTY TOMORROW...I GET A DAY OF REPRIEVE FROM EVERYONE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-6101927760471383979?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/6101927760471383979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=6101927760471383979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/6101927760471383979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/6101927760471383979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-know-worse-part-about-being-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-7433814887331319189</id><published>2008-01-14T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T06:04:55.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pretty much I'm the game party killer...If it's a word game, trivia or word association...I'm killing it..any team I'm on, I'm killing it...I mean that's minus the presence of alcohol...like beer i can do..but likka no.  I'm tooting my own horn here because I went to a game party in Philly on Saturday evening..and i killed in the following: Taboo, Scattergories, and Trivial Pursuit..Like i know people were sick of me, but what can i say.  I won like 3 rounds of scattegories..never falling under 20 points...*pops collar*  I was tired as hell tho and my homeboy decided to drive back to bmore the same night...I didn't get in till 5 am.  And pretty much slept all day...I didn't get up till about 5..made some bbq chicken and mimosa's and about 8 I fell the hell out yet again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much have nothing to type here...&lt;br /&gt;heh...&lt;br /&gt;life is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh for all my DC friends...see you thurs~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hittin' the screens and speakers again at the coziest venue on U Street, it's the LACED video mix party with VideoKillers cuttin' up classic music videos and extras live on the 2 big screens along with added fun: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Happy hour drink specials ( $2.50 draft Yuengling, $4 Skyy vodka, $5 Jack) and good appetizers &lt;br /&gt;+ Wii (on a separate projector) &lt;br /&gt;+ pool tables &lt;br /&gt;+ ping pong &lt;br /&gt;+ giveaways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring your real friends. &lt;br /&gt;Cue Bar: 1115 U Street NW WDC | NO COVER = FREE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BEST LIVE MIX OF MUSIC VIDEOS FROM THE 80s, 90s and independent artists!!&lt;br /&gt;[ LACED debuts Bomani D'mite Armah's "GROWN MAN" video! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more info&lt;a href="http://solsource.org/"&gt;Click here!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ummmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/21KLynZRnc4&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/21KLynZRnc4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-7433814887331319189?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/7433814887331319189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=7433814887331319189' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/7433814887331319189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/7433814887331319189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2008/01/pretty-much-im-game-party-killer.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-2506564865887778368</id><published>2008-01-11T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T05:05:50.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night I went out for Tapas and a movie.  The very good thing about living in downtown, is that there is such a place.  You purchase your tickets at the movie theater and walk a few feet for some tapas..you can even get a drink and take it in the movie from the tapas place..there is also a crepe place right next door to it...One stop shopping if you will.  Lemme go off on a tangent for a moment...One of the problems with living downtown is that every time i see another black person in an establishment such as the place as aforementioned..their either homeless, crazy and homeless, just plain crazy or that one oreo(yes some folks still say oreo..but i used it here to prove a point)  Now last night as I finished eating my tapas which were good..Might I add their spinach and lump crabmeat with asiago cheese is delicious!!!!  Not withstanding the cheap price of Stella Artois....I enjoyed my meal..i always do...After a long day and some back and forth with the bew..I decided to get my ass out of the house and not mope.  It worked...I've went off on all kinda tangents but I hope you're still here... Anyway as I sat waiting for the movie to be seated there was this lady..At first glance you might think she was a patron of the theater but upon further review she was not.  As she sat there punishing a bag of popcorn, she mumbled about lord knows what..then it happened...She had been cramming her hand in the bag since i sat down..she poked a hole clear thru it..as the popcorn came out the bottom of the bag..she clasped her legs and feet together to catch it..and she still ate it..now ok...I'll do this at home, but not out.. just as she did that i swore every white person up in that piece(which was 98%) looked at me as if to say,"get ya girl."  And i find this happens often downtown or in establishments where there's a predominantly white crowd.  I know one would argue the merits of one man does not reflect on another...but in this case it did.  I felt no kinda way about it...because as soon as they all looked at me..they called for our movie.  Once inside the theater seated I'd forgotten my umbrellas in the tapas part and went back...As soon as i came in they knew what i was there for...being the only black chick there has it's advantages.  Which leads me tooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been one who liked gory movies...Like i wont and refuse to see anything of the Hostel/Saw variety..But ummmm I'd venture to say Sweeney Todd is right up there with those stories.  I mean I know Tim Burton's style..and the mash up of Johnny Depp and Helena Bonham Carter, i knew would prove to be wicked.  But the manor in which they choose to show Sweeney killing people..ugh...I think it was the kill on top of how their bodies were disposed that really got in my craw..but i was there and i sat thru the movie.  I shared a row with an old married white couple..as the house lights came up..we both kinda look at each other like damn Tim...did Stephen see this(Stephen as in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stephen_Sondheim"&gt;Sondheim&lt;/a&gt;  At any rate...as a former College Prep and IB/AP student things such as this movie,period piece shows and movies fascinate me..they use to get down back in the day...treacherous lot they were..so corrupt..and they say the 21st century is shot to shit. eh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-2506564865887778368?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/2506564865887778368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=2506564865887778368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/2506564865887778368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/2506564865887778368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2008/01/last-night-i-went-out-for-tapas-and.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-3385265102281850781</id><published>2008-01-10T06:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T05:13:29.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's Ofishall..the bff and her bew have called it splitsville.  I'd been on the fence for sometime now since she gave up her dreams and came back to Bmore to be with him.  I haven't been able to talk with her extensively about it..But suffice it to say, she's looking for a new apartment.  I bet she even thought of moving back to nyc..hungrier and more fierce.  I wouldn't be surprised if she said this by the spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trolling the innernets for work out dvd's..i can no longer do the bootcamp dvd's.  I just feel silly having billy blanks scream at me while he sports his male camel toe.  I'm too busy laughing to take it seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what i find most crazy about the new year?  It puts everyone in a introspective mood.  Some people choose to reflect and build upon what they thought went wrong last year.  Be it professional and personal.  Some take the time to rekindle old things..and i think everyone i use to mess with last year got the same memo..because I'll be damned if a slew of them haven't come forth, exclaiming how they missed me.  And that's how i felt..miss me, with the bull.  The funny thing about rekindling is..it's ok to rekindle when the separation was amicable..but how do u rekindle something with someone when u did them kinda shady or just plan greasy?  Like I'll be so blinded by this random act of kindness that I'll forget your past indiscretion... *thumbs down*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to philly this weekend..it's my first visit in some time..my people swear i no longer love them..but all of their soirée's have fallen on some other date I'd rsvp'ed for..but I'm excited. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also i have been combing usajob.gov for federal positions in DC and abroad..wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-3385265102281850781?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/3385265102281850781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=3385265102281850781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/3385265102281850781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/3385265102281850781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-ofishall.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-7303517291682127213</id><published>2008-01-09T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T05:23:37.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thee most absolute, worse thing about being on vacation and coming back is..getting your body readjusted to the times..ya know bed time and waking up...and my body is no where near going back...last night i had to force myself to turn off the teevee and just lay in bed for sleep..Needless to say when i turned the teevee off at 10ish I didn't go to sleep till 2amish..You wanna know what i did?  Nothing!  Actually I just sat there and talked thru a whole lotta stuff that was just cramming my brain.  You know how you never sit down and just play catch up(with yourself)...ever since i got off from work, Dec. 21..I've been running..just running..and it all caught up with me last night.  I suppose it was because I had just finished watching "woman thou art loosed."  But lately I've been very introspective.  Reworking plans.  I'm to the point where I don't even talk about them to people..not even the bff...who's life has been rocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't fathom being with someone for the greater portion of 6 years for some shit to just happen and it's like on the verge of no more.  I mean that shit is tres hard.  I've done it before but it took me awhile to pull up out of that funk.  I wouldn't wish this on my most vile of enemy.  I said yesterday in a conversation, that going from me--&gt;we--&gt;me is difficult.  It is, because often when people get into relationships they lose themselves in the "we" of things.  They look up and around and their friends are on the back burner.  So when it is time to get back out there, in these waters..your support is a lil lacking.. *sigh*  Maintain your friendships while in relationships people!..nothing like dead beat friends..and i know some will argue "well if these are my friends they should support no matter what."  Yeah? Friends aren't g.i. joe's you play with erry now and again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hugz*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-7303517291682127213?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/7303517291682127213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=7303517291682127213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/7303517291682127213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/7303517291682127213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2008/01/thee-most-absolute-worse-thing-about.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-3503949622903841236</id><published>2008-01-08T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T05:23:27.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It came to me from up on high that I would like to own a bar.  As i pontificated what would go into owning said establishment, I began to do research and found out Baltimore hasn't granted a new likka license in eons...eons I say..So that means if I decide to go thru with my plans I'd have to buy an establishment that already has one.  Making it that more hard to sculpt the place into what i want it to me.  For instance if i took a dive...and made it into a sports bar would people not look past my flat screen teevees and still see the same dive they use to piss in the corner?  Terrible thinking I know..but Baltimore takes the cake when it comes to reminiscing.  Ideally i would also like a building with a bar downstairs and I'd have the top 2 floors to dwell.  Sweet right?  It all came to me as i sat in CO hearing folk complain about the night life.  And that leads me to the second part of my blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you hate when u go outta town and people complain about the night life?  Then it's like you start the questions.  What is there to do?  What type of things do you like to do ?  Why don't you promote the types of things you like to do?  Then they get this blank look on their faces.  That's when i ask the death blow question...You're still living here for what?  And it is then that they make up some bs of an answer as to why they are why they are..Instead of simply saying i built a life here..this here is my comfort zone..tho i complain about how wack it is..i cant fathom starting anew somewhere else.  Alot I know..but most of the time it's the truth.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing about going away is that it makes you appreciate what you have at home.  And how high somethings are where you live in comparison.  For instance I love cloves..they no longer sell cloves in Bmore.  And when i go to DC or NYC they are 9.50 a pack..When i was in CO them joints was 4.75... 4.75!! And the Bidis were 3.75...wow!  Not to say I'd move there but alot of shit was cheap.. A condo on the outskirts of Denver going from the 100's ....Like wow...I'm sure by the time you add in your car, insurance and other things...it's basically adds up to the convenience of living in a big city and all it's amenities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm random as hell today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-3503949622903841236?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/3503949622903841236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=3503949622903841236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/3503949622903841236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/3503949622903841236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2008/01/it-came-to-me-from-up-on-high-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-5559850593601567792</id><published>2008-01-06T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T17:43:20.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realized in these past fews days...us single folks get a lot of hate.  I mean on some ole..being single is the root of all evil.  For instance, because i'm single it must be nice to pick and go any time...it sure is..but anyone can travel...right?  Now my problem with that statement is..does being in a committed relationship mean u lose yourself?  So much so u can't travel without them?  I mean I know being one half of a couple means u sacrifice a day or 2 for the cause but your whole life?  A stretch right?  I can see being married..or even being married with kids..But the time to get it in, so to say is while u are young.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;I also hate when your ideas and thoughts on things are invalid because "you are single."  As if my previous years on the verge of being engaged and shacking up does not qualify me relating to someone.  It's those people who view my life so candidly and jaded like that really get my gander.  It's almost as if my life has to be a non stop party( all my friends come to me when they wanna know what's poppin).  Can it be envy that moves these people to be so etherous when it comes to singles?  Do I always have to be a threat when it comes to my male friends and their relationships?  Absolutely not!  Commited folks get a grip..and break that routine..after all that's what most of the hate is about..the level of spontaneity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the course of the 2 weeks I had off from work, it felt odd to be unplugged.  Normally I sit at my desk for 8 hours plugged in.  Not for 2 weeks.  Even tho I have a laptop...i didn't feel the need to go to a cafe to log on.  Also I can't use my centro as a modem because it's not compatible with windows vista.  It was refreshing to get calls from folks instead of instant messages and emails..maybe i'll unplug again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-5559850593601567792?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/5559850593601567792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=5559850593601567792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/5559850593601567792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/5559850593601567792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-realized-in-these-past-fews-days.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-5870240155668841165</id><published>2008-01-05T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T18:45:03.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, where to begin...so much has happened since i blogged last.  I thought i'd have a lil internet access but not so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 30th i flew to CO to kick off 08 proper like.  Replete with a styling job on hand..I did the damn thing.  I can say with no hesitation in my voice that...people go to CO to either die or settle down..because it's not a damn thing to do there.  But my hosts mos def made me feel right at home from start to finish.  A few things i noticed in my travel.&lt;br /&gt;-way more kids are travelling alone.&lt;br /&gt;-Hartfield is the devil..having said that &lt;br /&gt;-Denver's airport is the devil as well &lt;br /&gt;-airport subways are the shit!!!&lt;br /&gt;-who travels at 9am on a fri..apparently everyone who left DEN with me &lt;br /&gt;-the longer i stayed in CO my skin began to peel.&lt;br /&gt;-my murmur only gave me a problem 2 times..but i told no one..&lt;br /&gt;-you can literally drive around DEN and see errything in 20 mins.&lt;br /&gt;-there are black folks in CO&lt;br /&gt;-the only place people know in CO is Aspen..do i look like an Aspen chick?&lt;br /&gt;-my haircut is way too much for ATL...and CO as well&lt;br /&gt;-4 hour layovers are the devil too.&lt;br /&gt;-flight delays are a pain in the ass&lt;br /&gt;-folks were looking at me strangely in ATL as i walked thru the port with my ed reed jersey on.&lt;br /&gt;-beer is not your friend on a flight when u have the window seat..they should have some kinda peeing device for long rides or trips &lt;br /&gt;-window seats are underrated..the aisle seat sucks ass &lt;br /&gt;-xm on planes is eh..i mean i dont like evrything they play &lt;br /&gt;-can they bring back peanuts on flights.&lt;br /&gt;-why was likka 5 a cup...bullshit!&lt;br /&gt;-Sha is dope shit in many states &lt;br /&gt;-the time difference fucked with me..like bammas was textin me at 6am CO time!&lt;br /&gt;-my appetite was gone..and i dont know why..i'm on that nicole ritchie son!&lt;br /&gt;-uh &lt;br /&gt;-uh &lt;br /&gt;-I have the capabilities to have a great stylin future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a few pics of the skies &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a782.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/1/l_f836bc451c22d238a907b960423722a5.jpg"&gt;Here's one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was frantic when i missed my flight coming out of Denver friday.  I was so afraid i would miss my party..but it wasn't meant to be..I made it home without incident...but i didnt get that rest I needed...i believe i shall crash tonight..and not wake up till monday morning for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party was fantastic..turn out was ok..I made a small list of things we can do to improve it..but it was awesome..the dj rocked..i rocked and that's bout all. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-5870240155668841165?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/5870240155668841165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=5870240155668841165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/5870240155668841165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/5870240155668841165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2008/01/wow-where-to-begin.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-6672192249932402108</id><published>2007-12-28T09:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T09:46:21.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://a528.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/84/l_e0835f015ef7e66e6927c6d6c9e69987.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE THERE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR &lt;a href="http://a528.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/84/l_e0835f015ef7e66e6927c6d6c9e69987.jpg"&gt;CLICK HERE!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-6672192249932402108?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/6672192249932402108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=6672192249932402108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/6672192249932402108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/6672192249932402108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/12/be-there.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-8855736693437468896</id><published>2007-12-26T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T09:14:17.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So much to do so little time..sunday I go out of town for a week.  I have a million things running thru my head.  A million things that need to be done.  And on top of that I have to pack.  Pack so as not to forget anything, which I always do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was nice...i received a few unexpected gifts and a lot of text.  I mean a lot of text.  I wasn't mad at it...It's nice to be thought of.  I went to a few of my friends homes and chopped it up.  A few times yesterday I thought about my mom.  Just lil xmas blurbs in and out.  It made me smile but I couldn't think about it any longer or I would have gotten depressed.  In all i'd say i'm extremely  blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh...we went to eye bar and it was so not like the vibe at Jin the night before.  I really wished the dude had told us what the crowd demo would be like.  It was madness..pure madness..It seemed everyone was under 25..well just the chicks..some dudes were young..some were older but..mostly old..the chicks were so loud and rahrah(yes that's the only way to describe it)  Like, as I was walking to the bathroom I just knew some drunk bidge would bump me and she'd tried to get brolic...it didn't go like that but I did get icegrilled..we were all disappointed..Nick said something about feeling like the old bidge in the club..but I know we weren't the oldest..moral of the story... check your sources, even hook ups.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-8855736693437468896?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/8855736693437468896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=8855736693437468896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/8855736693437468896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/8855736693437468896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-much-to-do-so-little-time.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-4537335100549982990</id><published>2007-12-25T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T01:36:39.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As children everywhere are barely sleeping, in anticipation of xmas.  I'm awake just thankful for the abundance of things i've gotten this year.  Some big, some small but all I'm thankful for.  This year more than ever my friends have seen me thru another year without my mother or granny..and that's present enough :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of my evening in DC @ Jin.  A friend told me of a party going down this evening.  This crowd was a lot better than Aroma...that was until a fight broke out. :(  Up until that point, the crowd was nice, the music was on point and the drinks were good.  I'd just went in the restroom as the fight broke out...but next thing I know a dude was in the bathroom with me...good thing I stalled before I pulled my pants down...we were invited to I(eye) bar tomorrow...we'll see..since thurs..i think i've been in dc hanging out every night..good...since I have missed their nightlife.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS BABES!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-4537335100549982990?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/4537335100549982990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=4537335100549982990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/4537335100549982990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/4537335100549982990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/12/as-children-everywhere-are-barely.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-6784306831068625939</id><published>2007-12-24T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T11:19:06.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SEASON'S GREETINGS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems i've been on an endless ride of holiday parties and dinners.  I'm not complaining one bit...but it's gonna make it hard for me to wear my freakum dress with these 5 extra lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year a few folks are having their holiday dinners..xmas eve.  I'm not even mad...because it cuts down on how many houses I need to go to.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I do love about the holiday's is the decorations and the comraderie..it just draws people closer..at least till new year's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh I thought at least the state would pay us early but they didnt..i suppose my check will be in my account on wed as it always is..but here's to wishful thinking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat. me and my homie hit up Aroma..The music was dope but dammit..the people weren't and I found the other Alero location..for the life of me I couldn't picture where it was..but @ Aroma..it must've been seniors night..because it was a lot of old men in sweaters there...we rode around..drove past Modern and called it a night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've surmised i'm really getting old..now when I go out and there's nothing to do..i get happy because I can go home and sleep..yay..geritol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-6784306831068625939?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/6784306831068625939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=6784306831068625939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/6784306831068625939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/6784306831068625939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/12/seasons-greetings-seems-ive-been-on.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-5505532896759891850</id><published>2007-12-21T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T05:01:19.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got the place booked and information is forth coming!!! This is my first venture into event promotions outside of work.  It's about financial come uppance in 08.  No resolutions, just action.  I'm hopin some of you will come out and support ya girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a ball last night @ Cue Bar.  The layout was pretty dope but I was a lil late watching the game...The Steelers mad as hell and they playing like it.  Anyway...I whipped up on some ass playing Wii bowling and wasn't able to play ping pong because some dudes had that on lock...i don't play pool and don't pretend too..Last night in an effort to be a good friend I invited a few folks out...but they flaked...i love rolling solo anyway..If this was a peek at what my vacation would be like..it's finna be awesome...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-5505532896759891850?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/5505532896759891850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=5505532896759891850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/5505532896759891850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/5505532896759891850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-got-place-booked-and-information-is.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-3653898308969883731</id><published>2007-12-20T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T05:19:58.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last day of work and i look like a urban hipster..complete with fashion skull scarf around my neck.  I'd been so looking forward to being off for these upcoming 2 weeks.  Plenty of travel scheduled, a few side jobs, and more rest.  Now how much of that i'll get accomplished is another thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had my first meeting with the dude that I'll be working for doing this party promotion deal.  We went to scope out lounges and I believe we actually got one. :)  First party is due to roll January 4th.  Keep ya girl in your thoughts and prayers.. And for my local folks come out and support !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past couple days I've found that people have been really interested in my upbringing.  One would assume I came from a stable 2 family home, nice high schooling and was the president of everything.  But that wasn't so...my life was pretty shitty...as i sat with a few friends yesterday, just skimming over my life..one by one their mouths dropped.  Can't say I was surprised but ya know it's always something when i tell my life's story.  I'm partly who i am because of where i've been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namaste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-3653898308969883731?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/3653898308969883731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=3653898308969883731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/3653898308969883731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/3653898308969883731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/12/last-day-of-work-and-i-look-like-urban.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-2017889667302333825</id><published>2007-12-19T05:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T05:52:30.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So i really have nothing to post about so i'll post some pics from some of the holiday parties i went to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a707.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/120/m_5671a0d3abef89ac3cc577180d601d12.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm not into typical posey pics..unless it's people &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a555.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/72/m_97a679812ecc8129c5e5bffa9b60e94a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gift bagsssss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a844.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/115/m_7dfaf739d8e8c3c0d5c10f0d8cb917cb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i love these fresh poinsettas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a110.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/122/m_3d06248d5dd026c8566a5a7d7f319e9d.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I call this drink "seasons greeting/yule tide".  Can u guess what's in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a353.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/116/m_060fc2a2eda330632bb9732a010b1478.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They caught me in the middle of saying something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a464.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/109/m_13fd750af2a7970db6bb4473d542ea67.jpg"&gt;Deana kills it every time&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a490.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/99/m_b8f28ffa98f9a2059c3b3eecbd6461f9.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See u new year's eve...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a650.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/121/m_8489143dc20d0b2a90c7cb0d670720c1.jpg"&gt;That's all folks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-2017889667302333825?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/2017889667302333825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=2017889667302333825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/2017889667302333825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/2017889667302333825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-i-really-have-nothing-to-post-about.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-8868193033278709779</id><published>2007-12-18T04:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T04:50:51.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Simply having a wonderful christmassss time...(c)Paul McCartney &amp; The Wings &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...&lt;br /&gt;Coming off of a pre-holiday weekend celebration.  I went to NYC for a few holiday parties thrown by close friends.  We ended up doing so much running around for the one holiday event that we really didn't go anywhere..(pictures forthcoming)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I defeated my opponent this past sunday and am on my way to the finals for my FF.  But I do have some hustlin to do,  to maximize my pointage.  I'll be conferring with Champ as soon as he breaths at his desk.  So Champ if you're reading this...please be prepared to share some kind words and knowledge. :)  You're the greatest!  For those that don't know I embarked on a Fantasy Football Challenge some 15 weeks ago.  In the beginning i was number 7 and I moved up steadily week by week..by week 5 i was number 1..and had been number one up until maybe a week ago..But then the semifinals started..i beat my opponent to retain my 2nd place status..Now I'm going up against thee #1 Stunna in our league..It would be super dope if i took this whole thing..How sweet it would feel bragging to all about, my defeating a league mostly comprised of hating ass menfolk...kiss it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the saying goes you never get the one you want because they want someone else...or the one you want never wants you..or the one that wants you is not the one you want.  Either way..I kinda have this dude, he's been around for a moment..we briefly discussed him in the RKelly concert chronicles..but as of late dude has been demanding phone pics of me...now normally I wouldn't mind..but I'm not feeling dude..and i know it's not gonna go anywhere...I'm in Bmore..he's in VA...I mean I have my fill of LDR's...being as tho i sorta kinda have a man. *shrugs*  Me and dude have only hung out a few times but he's corny man...i mean dude rocks cuffs. Ugh!  I know i know be straight but i have...i think men are odd creatures.  i think my appeal multiples as i dismiss them...ole sadist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a dope dark movie this weekend...It's called Perfume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/499977/perfume_movie_trailer.swf" width="400" height="345" wmode="transparent" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size = 1&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/499977/perfume_movie_trailer/"&gt;Perfume - Movie Trailer&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/"&gt;The most popular videos are here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the trailer and go pick it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-8868193033278709779?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/8868193033278709779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=8868193033278709779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/8868193033278709779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/8868193033278709779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/12/simply-having-wonderful-christmassss.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-3416263691766397137</id><published>2007-12-11T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T04:50:14.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Manhaviors on a tewsday...one day I was over a homeboys house just chillin.  We're in there dying laughing..gone out of our minds.  Listening to music and playing scrabble.  He went in the kitchen, and yelled for me to retrieve something for him off of his bookshelf in the living room.  It was a card or something but he didn't tell me where exactly it was so he told me to peruse around for this "phantom card."  Now while looking for this card i found some nudies of random chicks.  Of course i looked and i just chuckled because of a few things.  1. These weren't like digicam pics he printed himself..someone had a disposable camera and sent these to a developer..which is double yikes..since these tits and cooches were seen by all. 2. The chicks looked very uncomfy, like if they took the pic it got them cool points..but they just looked scared like deers in headlights..but clearly they were posed 3. This bamma had them shits in his living room..all willy nilly..like it didn't matter. and that said how he felt about said chicks 4. Sister! wtf? come onnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn..never ever let a dude take some random nudie of you..never girl...cause that bamma ain't coming offa them.    Instantly i thought of all the dudes i use to be involved with and how they'd ask for pics(of the nasty variety with a camera) and how I'd refuse.  I mean snap a picture with your mind or something..but wow..just wow..  I mean isn't that why we have camera phones now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!!!! I'm fucking #2 in my FF league...and it's all because of Roddy White..You bamma :(.  I can't believe this!!! I just can't...HOld me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-3416263691766397137?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/3416263691766397137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=3416263691766397137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/3416263691766397137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/3416263691766397137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/12/manhaviors-on-tewsday.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-6866044613941397703</id><published>2007-12-10T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T05:02:38.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If this weekend was any indication of the weekend I'll have this upcoming weekend...my year will be complete.  So much this weekend.  I was presented with a business proposal to assist with a styling opportunity.  Another was to be the only female on an all male party promoting team comprised of MD/VA/DC affiliates.  Now I can say most of my politicking is done out and over drinks.  It was while I was out in the midst of mingling that these opportunities were proposed to me.  We'll see where they go in the long run, but the fact that people saw my swagger and my go getter attitude is amazing.  We all have our strengths and I guess being a social butterfly is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a call this weekend from a customer asking if i still had my crocheted home goods line.  To which i said no and referred them to someone else but, it seems she got out the game too.  I mean for the amount of time it takes to make one long scarf, people weren't trying to pay the fee.  It had gotten to the point that I'd only take deposits to start work.  I use to sit in the house all week..maybe part of the weekend finishing projects for people to pick up.  I must say that my craftsmanship was excellent but people were so instant..they wanted their hats right then and there.  I'd have to explain that these were tailored to fit not just some run of the mill one size fits alls..so rather than having to sell and resell myself all over again, i stopped crocheting.  The fun was gone.  I still rock the ones I've made for myself over the years but if i do, do it again..it'll just be for shits and giggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was briefly in DC saturday night for a house party/fight party..Good time...I bought my friend out with me.  He had a good time...Typically he's quiet, but i'm glad he fit right in amongst the weirdness.  On the ride home i was so done...all he kept saying was how well i held my likka and other substances.  If he only knew how hard I was fighting to not fall asleep..ahahaha But i do suppose my tolerance is pretty high at this point.  At one point in the evening my homeboy inadvertently said that he was watching the fight at home.  This jawn his use to talk to, during a phone conversation to that to mean she was invited.  She came thru and was amazed at how many folks was there...Needless to say that convo woulda been funny if i cared enough to pay attention later.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no Erro freestyle concerning the impending upset he thought he was finna hand me.  With all of his games played and me having 2 games tonight..it's pretty much a wrap for our soulful crooner. Altho when i was on my way out the spot..he spotted me and said, "you won!"  I'm sure I did Erro...I'm sure I did.  Now the funny thing about Eden's is that it was overran with fans of this group called Ndellable.  Now I mean I'd heard this cat David James' stuff on 88.9 and was like ok i could get into it..needless to say..the snobby music head i am...he needs to stick to all his own original music and keep his voice low enough as not to crack(meaning straight studio performing).  He opened his set with "Crazy."  Now, not many people can sing Cee-Lo's song...having said that..while i was in the bathroom..all you heard was his vocals and i thought, sweet jesus this guy here.  When i got back out on the show floor, it sounded better accompanied by music but i could tell the vast majority of the crowd wasn't feeling him or that song.  He bought hella people with him tho..so i guess he knew his audience.  By the time Erro stepped on the stage the audience was really ready for some good music..and he delivered opening his set with a freestyle about coming to bmore...i think erro wanted to be a rapper back in the day, because his freestyles are so hilarious and witty at times.  This one obnoxious guy kept screaming about show bmore some love and how he coulda been home watching the game...honestly i saw the score in the 2nd quarter(30-7) and i was ill...so the shorty of belvedere in my purse made up for it...at any rate erro freestyled about how dude sacrificed coming to the show to please his woman and how being a ravens fan sucked..hahahaha Son! i was sick to my stomach but eh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-6866044613941397703?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/6866044613941397703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=6866044613941397703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/6866044613941397703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/6866044613941397703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/12/if-this-weekend-was-any-indication-of.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-446959823331975659</id><published>2007-12-07T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T05:36:05.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had yet another weird dream but this one i care not share.  I don't know what's going on but I've been having some doozies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told the student worker who has a crush on me that i couldn't edit his erotica.  There was so much wrong.  Misused words,overly detailed, not the right attention to details, and just the action wasn't action.  I hated that i had to send him that email, but it was necessary.  Partially I think he asked me to edit them as a means to impress me.  I wasn't impressed tho, I was turned off.  I think it's better when some men just dress and look attractive.  At least I did find out he was 21..so if i did perhaps, attack him...he'd be legal...no chris brown-o.  He hasn't responded to my email either so, I think i lost one.  *cues Jay-Z*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mt. Vernon monument lighting was held last night.  I surprised myself by chilling and standing out in the cold.  Politicking, drinking and singing with a friends co-workers.  It's so funny because I'll probably be working for/with these same people shortly, if this Department of Labor job doesn't come thru. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't even mention the game...i won't mention the game.  But Erro talked supreme trash on his forum as well as in an email, about our fantasy match up.  This dude holla'ed he smelled a special freestyle song coming up on Sunday.  I said that's alright as long as you mention, you're being #9, your lackluster season and my being #1.  No response...I bet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my bew i wouldn't write about him..but guess what? He did something yesterday that i view as bitchmade.  I mostly believe he did it to get a rise out of me since I am so cool.  All i could think about was punching him in his face, but the most I'll do is probably karate chop him in the throat as he sips tea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-446959823331975659?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/446959823331975659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=446959823331975659' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/446959823331975659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/446959823331975659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-had-yet-another-weird-dream-but-this.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-1067854292824261943</id><published>2007-12-06T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T05:34:37.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;From the weird dreams files:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it goes.  I'd moved out of town(don't know what city).  I took a 4 room basement apartment for 950 a month.  Upon moving in, i discovered the main area was like a loft.  Kitchen, living room and dining room, one open space.  But when u walk over towards the kitchen there were 3 doors.  One door led to a endless hallway/room of showers...nothing but showers.  I run back out the door, close it and think that's weird.  But initially thought in the dream, if i have company i'd have plenny room.  Next door was a room with another woman's stuff in it..I mean it was crammed every where and in the nooks and crannies of her stuff were sleeping cats..I said awwww and someones gonna need to come get her stuff or the landlord is gonna have to move it.  The third door was a bedroom with an adjacent master bath.  It was very bright and opulent.  I immediately took to the room, stood there and surveyed the layout.  I leave back out into the main living loft area, which was a basement type grey or maybe it was beige but it was just normal.  So i'm sitting on this love seat and i hear a knock at my door.  I open it, it's a dude...I don't know the dude, didn't see his face but he came in and sat down.  We're rapping..come to find out he's meeting the landlord to look at my spot..i mean i'd just moved it..then it dawned on me i'd left Ella(my cat) in baltimore.  I panicked instantly.  Called Deana she said she'd bring her to me..which was funny since she's allergic but this is where the story turns odd-er.  So then instantly my landlord turns up with a work crew to amend the shower area and the room full of stuff.  Also with him is another person looking at the apartment.  I say excuse me i'm renting this, to which the landlord says...i figured you didn't like it...i said well i mean it needs some work but i'm here and i'm staying.  The work crew is still working...the 2 other people are still there.  Over in the far left hand side of the apartment I noticed some drapes.  I go over trying to see what it was..It's a small hallway connecting to another apartment...ugh!, I think...i go further left and pull the drape down...it's a bar/lounge front, and people are standing there waiting to get into my apartment.  I open the door to ask a question and they all just come in.  Everyone just chillin in my loft style basement apartment.  I'm walking around confused like wtf!  I announce that i am tired and need some rest...no one moves..i go outside of my apartment and say to a bouncer type dude standing there..u wanna give me a hand?  He says you just gotta be stern...deliver with authority.  So i go back in and say alright folks time to go, i don't know what u're here for but it's not my apartment..One by one they file out.  As i let the last person out, i see someone straggling out of the shower area.  I go in to see if anyone else is in there..no one..i come out...Ella is on the love seat.  I sit beside her and she says..this is your life... then i woke up...wtf!  I mean what does it mean?...I woke up confused as hell..i can't begin to explain how i sat on the edge of my bed rubbing my eyes and looking at my cat(like she's gonna tell me what's up) who was sitting beside me(usually when i get up in the morning i go to the bathroom first..she escorts me.&lt;br /&gt;Usually I'll interpret a dream but it was so much in that dream...so much... i wouldn't know where to begin...any ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-1067854292824261943?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/1067854292824261943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=1067854292824261943' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/1067854292824261943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/1067854292824261943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/12/from-weird-dreams-files-and-so-it-goes.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-8434402812092321740</id><published>2007-12-05T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T04:49:01.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This entry is for my friends who think i have a OCD with getting ready for work, amongst other things.&lt;br /&gt;Every night before I turn in for bed I always lay my clothing out for the next day.  I'm so much a creature of habit, that I just do it without hesitation.  Yesterday after  helping a friend prepare for a holiday party(pics and story to following).  I was on a high...not only had i been 1/2 of a styling team..we got him a shirt/tie/and pant for under 150.  Anyway...we all dip and get something to eat..he drops us off at our respective houses.  I see a note taped to the door.  NO ELECTRICITY BETWEEN 12AM AND 6AM.  My initial response was geez, then it was don't even trip yo black ass is sleep at those times anyway.  So I went in the house did what I normally do every night before bed, save I did it first before I turned in.  I got in the house at 9pm.  I prepared candles so i could get dressed in the morning.  I packed a small bag so i could do my makeup and hair at work...I had already been combing my hair out at work because i have been wearing hats lately.  I got my outfit together, feeling accomplished I sat down and rested for a spell.  Got up had a brew or 2.  Took my shower and fell out.  I did wake up at about 3am to pitch blackness.  Normally in my apartment I keep my lil entry way lamp on but it was strange sleeping in totally darkness.  I think i went to sleep at about 11ish, because when i woke up to go to the bathroom my laptop was still on but everything in the apartment was off(sidenote: good thing my cable is connected to my laptop which stays charged..just in case i got insomnia last night..i coulda watched teevee).  So i got up this morning, lit the candles i had already spread around the apartment(which i might add looked stunning with the candle light).  I've never been out of my apartment so fast...and i got here to work at 7.  So for all my friends who joke me about my habits..suck it!  I wouldnt've been able to iron a thing this morning.  I suppose you're saying well you coulda called out..or called in late...at 620am the electricity was still not on...I'd rather be at work loafing in someone elses gas and electric, than at home looking dilly...I guess the moral of the story is Obsessive compulsives rock to a certain extent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowwwwwwwwwwwwwwww..As I have expressed in the past I have a desire to style people.  For the past year I have been dabblin in stylin different friends and friends of friends.  Mostly anyone who was fashionably challenged. Last night me and the bff Rose went to Nordstrom Rack to help a friend who's wife says he wears way too many sweats.  He bought his shoes and a jacket with him..all we had to do was find him a pant/shirt and tie.  This is what we came up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h234/sha410/tieandjacket.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h234/sha410/shoeandjacket.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h234/sha410/on.jpg"&gt;we worked the neck out but i didnt update the pic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h234/sha410/withpant.jpg"&gt;another satisfied customer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pants were a slate grey.  The jacket was a navy with checks.  It had a beige/orange/red thing going on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-8434402812092321740?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/8434402812092321740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=8434402812092321740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/8434402812092321740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/8434402812092321740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-entry-is-for-my-friends-who-think.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-4042462530901635588</id><published>2007-12-04T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T06:46:45.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Swiped from ESPN.com &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a sequence that not even the greatest fiction writer could conjure up:&lt;br /&gt;• Brady was stuffed on a fourth-and-1 sneak from the Baltimore 30-yard line, but the play was negated because Ravens defensive coordinator Rex Ryan had called a timeout from the sideline a nanosecond before the snap. Baltimore coach Brian Billick declined to identify who signaled the timeout, noting only that "we called it" because the coaches "didn't like the configuration" in which the defense was aligned. &lt;br /&gt;But television replays clearly showed Ryan calling the timeout and several Ravens players confirmed that. So the Brady run was ruled a no-play. &lt;br /&gt;• On the ensuing snap, fullback Heath Evans was crushed by linebacker Bart Scott for a 1-yard loss. But the play was negated because Patriots right guard Russ Hochstein was called for a false-start penalty. Apprised that it was probably the most fortuitous foul of his career, the seven-year veteran backup lineman played it straight. "It's still something," Hochstein said, "that you never want to do." &lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe not never, Russ.&lt;br /&gt;•  With 55 seconds remaining and facing a fourth-and-5 from the Ravens' 13-yard line, Brady threw incomplete for tight end Benjamin Watson, but Baltimore dime cornerback Jamaine Winborne was flagged for holding in the secondary. It was the correct call by the officials, but on the wrong player. Winborne made virtually no contact on the play but, in underneath coverage, Scott had Gaffney in a bear-hug. &lt;br /&gt;[+] Enlarge&lt;br /&gt; James Lang/US Presswire&lt;br /&gt;The Patriots got a lot of breaks in the closing minutes, and unflappable QB Tom Brady turned the good fortune into a jaw-dropping victory. &lt;br /&gt;"I don't know if they got the wrong guy, called out the wrong number [on the penalty], or whatever … but we'll take it," Gaffney said. &lt;br /&gt;In the Baltimore locker room, where the players were embittered at having exerted so much effort in a game that basically represented the Ravens' playoffs, players clearly felt as if the victory had been taken away from them by the officials. &lt;br /&gt;"They just took the crown," cornerback Chris McAlister said of the officials, "and put in on [the Patriots'] heads."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-4042462530901635588?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/4042462530901635588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=4042462530901635588' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/4042462530901635588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/4042462530901635588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/12/swiped-from-espn.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-6800919849251059323</id><published>2007-12-04T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T05:08:44.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bittttterrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...cold&lt;br /&gt;OMG that hawk was out last night...&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mines invited me over to watch the game.  I think he was a bit upset because i igged him during the game..I mean I was into it...Last night I was physically ill...Secretly wanting the Ravens to win but wanting Tom to have an excellent game...and because Bmore's D was on it..I lost my fantasy match up by 6 pts..geez(another close one)...but i still made the playoffs for my FF league and retained my number 1 status...This fantasy thing was great fun...But i don't know if i'll participate next year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I winterized my windows early...Last night and this morning as I prepped for work I heard the wind blowing the plastic...damnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn is all i can say..I can't believe that much air was getting into my apartment.  I'mma need my landlord to upgrade the windows before he asks for another cent if he raises rent (that rhymed but not intentionally).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems more and more people are finding me thru facebook and myspace..some are welcomed others are not.  Like ex's.  It's like they send you these amicable messages like you were the best of friends...and the truth is so totally far left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my birth control is giving me headaches, I'm running out of options as to what to use.  As long as it's not pill form i'm good.  and the patch..i heard you lose skin behind that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Styling is somewhat hard..especially when you're working with someone in another city.  So your correspondence is every where trying to get measurements and rare items.  As is the case with any singer they want to look stylish, not over the top but they always want some vintage piece in the outfit that will either make or break it.  That being said I have to find this tee shirt or get it made...If i get it made..i'll be the woman 100%.  Someone asked me the other day was I nervous.  Last year i'd probably have told you yes...but this year nah.  I'd rather be styling than sitting behind my desk all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no way ready for this pajama jammy jam saturday..i mean i don't even own pajama.. sheesh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is so not boring but i promised to keep alot of things out of my blog..I'm oppressed...ahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-6800919849251059323?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/6800919849251059323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=6800919849251059323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/6800919849251059323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/6800919849251059323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/12/bittttterrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-2184830626258937770</id><published>2007-12-03T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T05:14:59.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just about the only set back to lounging and watching football all day is the restless backlash you experience when trying to go to sleep after all the excitement is done.  After watching the last of the games I turned my teevee off in hopes that I'd drift off to sleep.  Not so...And this was at about 1140 pm... I found myself switching aimlessly thru channels trying to find something that might induce my sleeping..fat chance...and on top of that I had the nerve to get a head headache.  I mean I did venture out at least once yesterday.  I went to the grocery to pick up things for Sunday's(homeade chicken noodle soup..and i had a taste for buffalo wings) dinner and a few things for lunch this week.  Generally I am an early riser.  Waking up at 800am-ish on the weekends.  I suppose that's how i get alot done :).  But it has it's drawbacks.  People know I'm up so they text me that early..but it backfires when I'm not woke and i get a good morning text...albeit it makes me smile that people are thinking of me so early in the morning but damn....I didn't go to sleep till 23oam..and i woke up at 5...nice right?  The strange thing is I don't feel tired.  I guess that'll change about 12pm.  I made me some chai tea this morning and am sipping it as i type this out.  My weekend was very laid back in comparison to what i have planned for the next month.  This is the only weekend I'll have a lull in my activities...kicking things off in DC this weekend.  I love DC..even scouted apartments there...but i wasn't compelled..I am however compelled to move my ass outta bmore.  I don't know why I'm so restless here but who knows(maybe it's all the condos going up..and the rapidly rising cost of rents downtown..and if i can't live downtown or close to it..I'd rather not do it).  I scoped out a few cities..and the hunt is going successfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I drove with my good friend Zee to take her mom to Dulles.  Her mom is a Jehovah's witness missionary in the Dominican Republic.  I'm not gonna lie that sounds intriguing as hell. She lives on about a acre of land and lives lavishly with little to no job.  This woman use to hold 2 jobs while she was here..owned several properties and decided to let it all go..She's the most relaxed I've seen her in years.  I've always thought of just picking up and leaving the US too...becoming and ex patriot is another thing on my list of to do's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to check out my homeboy and Little Brother last night..but it was nasty out..and i really didn't feel like hot footin it to the spot they were at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think other than washing my clothing and secure my flight tickets..my weekend was pretty unproductive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly...air travel is the devil...ticket cost are the devil...but a necessary evil :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-2184830626258937770?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/2184830626258937770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=2184830626258937770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/2184830626258937770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/2184830626258937770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/12/just-about-only-set-back-to-lounging.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-4447900220346932401</id><published>2007-11-29T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T05:42:05.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Operation over before it started. ( a womans account on hollering) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you'd think that by 32, I'd have the whole hollering game down.  Nope!  I get nervous, fumble and forget my purpose.  One could argue if someone was truly interested in you they'd approach you.  Some of my ladies are in agreeance(sp? i mean is it even a word) that a dude should approach first...well who's right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday while playing hooky, I'd happened upon a brief family outing to arundel mills mall.  We just so happened to hit up the food court.  In my haste to go to the bathroom, i saw a dude checking me out...mostly i thought he thought i was a dumbass for scooting to the bathroom.  butttttt..not so much..i came back..sat down and he commenced to looking around, then look back at me...Now anyone who's been out with a mother figure..knows u try to keep the holla minimal...but sometimes you gotta throw caution to the wind.  so i'm playing it cool..bidding my time...then he packs up to leave..i let him pass...he turns back briefly..i pretend to be in conversation.  At this point..Deana asked what was wrong with me.. I give chase and walk to Kenneth Cole..not there..Banana Republic not there...he went to Benetton...It's at this point that i look at my satchel and discover my coat was gone! shit!, i thought...i mean this shit only happens to me... what do u think i did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back and back tracked and got my coat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See..even us social butterflies have social awkwardness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. r.kelly show dude text me this morning&lt;br /&gt;sheesh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-4447900220346932401?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/4447900220346932401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=4447900220346932401' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/4447900220346932401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/4447900220346932401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/11/operation-over-before-it-started.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-4875533742534940069</id><published>2007-11-26T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T08:15:23.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As you can tell from the lack of early morning updates I've been on vacation from work.  I've extended it one more day and am seriously thinking of calling out tomorrow to complete my errands.  I woke up this morning whipped...i'd worked myself into a tizzy last night..between the chicago v. denver game and the eagles v. pats..A sister was every where..but in a good way...It wasn't til 11pm that i started experiencing abdominal pain.  I knew 1 of 2 things were happening..my period was here or my cysts were back...it was the period..ugh!!!  But i can't say she didn't serve me well this weekend.  Ugh! My friend thought it would be nice to go to a concert..didn't tell me who till we got there...i shoulda known some shit was up when we pulled up in front of the first mariner arena...But it was motherfucking r. kelly!! Now, i mean i like a few of his songs and it wasn't until i heard them all at once that memories waved over me and i started laughing because in college people thought 12 play was the end all b all for slow music and setting the mood...well this jackass i was with thought that shit was a mickey for a good evening :( wrong...I mean i had to sit thru j.holiday and keyshia cole(who busted her high waisted shorts)...The only redeeming quality woulda been Neyo but from the innernets gossip buzz...Kells kicked Neyo off the tour cause his set and performance was blazing....man, tomorrows entry will go more in depth about this concert...I mean simply put, Bmore loves Kells...Man the sights!! And i went to the concert a lil toasty..i mean dude knows me a bit..he knew he'd have to likka me up to pull this shit over on me...but by the end of the night i was done..and ready to go home...was sha being a bitch? absolutely...he dropped me off and exclaimed he was going out for more drinks....to which i responded...Don't get none on ya!  In all probability....you think he'll take me out again?  You think it's over?  hahaha i think not...i've come to find out that dudes like a lil bitch erry now and again...ok folks off to run errands!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-4875533742534940069?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/4875533742534940069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=4875533742534940069' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/4875533742534940069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/4875533742534940069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/11/as-you-can-tell-from-lack-of-early.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-5947075740356694145</id><published>2007-11-21T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T05:27:46.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://euroross.blogspot.com/Beer%20Emotions.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I hate about commuting is, the crazy commuters.  Gone are the days &lt;br /&gt;when you could ride to work with your music in solitude.  It has been replaced with &lt;br /&gt;loud teens on their way to school, grown ass men chirping people first thing in the morning, ghetto chicks spewing the virtues of not giving head too soon and my favorite&lt;br /&gt;the people that don't like moving to the back to make space for on coming commuters.  This morning as I came to work all chipper and late(yes late..but not really..i can get here between 730-8..i got here @8)  But yeah back to the bus.  This particularly bus..i suppose she was ahead of her schedule and decided to shit idly by the road side..I mean come on notify the passengers or something.  We're sitting there 1 green light. 2 green lights, 3...come on!  I suppose a few buses had passed because my bus never got crowded but it was still filled with quite a few characters.  As i played with my ipod i noticed the older dude in front of me basically dangling from the pull string...I looked up at the monitor that says "stop requested," it was lit..so i tapped dude on the shoulder like..son...and pointed to the sign...He just said thank you and kept it moving...maybe he wasn't paying attention or it coulda been that cheap booze he used a cologne first thing in the morning.  At any rate I bought some new earphones for my ipod, and i can barely hear any outside interference..so maybe the ding didn't go off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;I once again fought the urge to stay my black ass in bed this morning.  But i decided not to use any time because xmas is coming up and i wanna stock pile my remaining days to do one big 3 weeks vacation :).  So I'm here at work today with some skinny jeans on and a turtleneck sweater..will i get in trouble? who cares!  It's the last day before we break for thanksgiving..have a heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night i finally got my design in the side of my head.  I had been buggin Dean's for the longest time...i truly believe it would take this hairstyle to max..and that it did..sorry i'll have a pic update later...it's kinda hard taking a pic of the side of ya head..maybe it's not..maybe i'm being lazy..OKOKOK...i'll post it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h234/sha410/design.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHT DARLINGS..HAVE A SAFE AND BLESSING THANKSGIVING. &lt;br /&gt;*BIG HUGZ*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-5947075740356694145?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/5947075740356694145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=5947075740356694145' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/5947075740356694145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/5947075740356694145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/11/one-thing-i-hate-about-commuting-is.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-5057863246549956401</id><published>2007-11-20T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T05:20:30.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There once was this show called Sex in the City.  The stylist for the show was a spunky older lady named Patricia Fields.  P. Fields blazed trails with the brash fashion she implemented into the show.  I mean hell she was the show besides Carrie Bradshaw(Sarah Jessica Parker)  I mean who wasn't checking for P. Fields.  Some figured she was way too old to be stylin such a young show...but if P. Fields hasn't taught us anything..it's that fashion knows no bounds...including age.  I was reading thru the new issue of Essence and Marie Clare when I spied theeee most wonderful news since i found out I could use my laptop as a teevee.. Payless had approached P. Fields and came up with the proposal for her to distribute a line of shoes thru them...I don't know about you..but Payless is not the Payless of the past years.  At the 79th Annual Academy Awards, Fields wore her shoes she designed for Payless..and turned the industry on it's head...ok...I don't know about you but people barely admit to buying payless shoes..Recently with it's designer line from Abaete..Payless is finna take over..To read up about, go &lt;a href="http://www.paylessontheredcarpet.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;  I mean these shoes are so me...Here a few under the cut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.patriciafield.com/ProductImages/footwear_merch/paylesspump_small.jpg"&gt;Saki Pump, retailing for $40&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.patriciafield.com/ProductImages/footwear_merch/paylessboots_small.jpg"&gt;Sushi Boot, retailing for $55&lt;a/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With anything designer there comes a price and these are a nice little coin for payless some may think.  But in recent years payless has been quietly raising the prices..and people are more than willing to pay it.  I'm truly excited to see the rest of the line &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://payless.resultspage.com/images/LG_Patricia2007Holiday.jpg"&gt;There's even a clutch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean hell i also found Sam Fine's blog..*drools*&lt;br /&gt;I mean come on..he's Sam Fine. He's worked on what seems like everyones face in the industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.samfine.com/"&gt;CHECK IT OUT HERE..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.samfine.com/"&gt;ALSO HIS WEBSITE..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-5057863246549956401?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/5057863246549956401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=5057863246549956401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/5057863246549956401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/5057863246549956401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/11/there-once-was-this-show-called-sex-in.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-6136858809287351673</id><published>2007-11-19T06:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T06:50:48.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The weekend was awesome...Even tho I missed the Wonderfull party..Friday in York made up for it.  All we had planned was that we would meet at Erica's.  As soon as we went to the market, the likka store, the beer garden and some random spot we were ready to rock.  We made an impromptu meal..the ipod was set on digital dj's...and the drinking commenced.  I was the official bartender for the evening.  We were all full steam ahead till about 12am..Now for women who are usually in bed @10ish..we were all showing off.  Then it happen...i just hit a wall and got tired as hell...next thing i know I'm balled up on the couch with a blanket over me..just as I was the last time i went to visit.  The next day we all got up and ambled around the house waiting for breakfast...Which was superbly deliciously..the only thing that would have put it over the top was some Mimosa....sweet nectar of the gods!  Now as we all basked in the afterglow that was breakfast, we heard a rapping at the patio door.  I looked down and saw Quincy(Quince) staring into the house with something in his mouth.  Too full to focus from afar, i got up and went to the door and looked..it was a mouse..a rather large field mouse.  Now Erica had told us a story about Quince getting in the house with a dead one before but he actually knocked like someone was gonna let him in this go round.  He stood there pacing with the mouse in his mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h234/sha410/quincemouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..dead to the world..then he jumped up on the patio table..so he could get a lil more eye contact and face time &lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h234/sha410/grrr.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..all the while the company(all the ladies..excluding myself) screamed at Quince to put the mouse down..after about 5 minutes..Quince escorted his catch off the patio and onto the grass..right at the bottom of the patio landing.  It wasn't till later that someone almost bust their head trying to avoid it that it became funny again...At any rate when Quince put the mouse down i let him in..everyone squealed...ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww MOUSEBREATHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! *shrugs*  I mean it was chilly..and even outside cats need love... ahahah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we motivated and finally got out of our lazy rut..we went shopping...Ya girl copped..2 pairs of slacks, 2 sweaters, 3 shirts, 1 dress, 2 pairs of shoes and cakes pans for 68 bucks..no kidding...  And if i told you where I went to get all this I'd have to kill you.  Even tho it's no big secret..it's mine.. all mine.  By the time we got back to bmore I was more beat then I thought so I took a nap...A friend wanted to hang out in DC..needless to say I never made it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was spent watching thee football and watching lifetime(i know i reached an all time low)  I was defeated yet again this week by 0.35 pts...geez...But I'm still #1...I got 185.36 in scoring this week..thanks to T. Brady..Further distancing myself from #2..Holla!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. No matter how many times i color my hair it always ends up the same color in the end..darkbrown/auburn(for my haircolorish 2/33)  Last wednesday I colored it a rich burgundy...i had to rewash it last night now it's back to the original color almost with some burgundy low lights...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-6136858809287351673?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/6136858809287351673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=6136858809287351673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/6136858809287351673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/6136858809287351673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/11/weekend-was-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-4412477536732432241</id><published>2007-11-15T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T09:41:18.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was so damn late this morning.  Like I woke up at 830, like it was nothing.  I suppose i neglected to set my alarm clock but the truth of the matter is, I was going back and forth about coming in.  I decided to come in since i owed money to different people in the office for various school fund raisers I'd patronized.  Everything from Girl scout cookies to Joe Corbi's pizza.  In addition I still owed money for the office luncheon tomorrow which i was suckered into..but eh.  This morning I just wasn't feeling it..From my hair to my outfit it showed.  I threw on jeans, a sweater and some chucks.  I mean i packed some work slacks and even put them on..but felt stoopid after i did..so i changed back into the jeans.    I also didn't relax my hair as i do post shape up and trim...I'm rocking out...My hair doesn't necessary get kinky it curls up and kinda hinders the straightness of this razor cut.  I suppose another factor is this rain.  Like i don't wanna do anything but lay in the bed.  And the rain is my hair's #1 enemy.  But i do know i wanna be fresh to def for this weekends girls weekend activities.  Don't get me wrong my hair is in no kinda way lacking in funk right now..actually it looks very white girl right now so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been asked by 2 different families to provide one of my famous desserts for several holiday activities.  It made me feel good inside that people specifically requested it at separate dinners.  Like my food is good enough to give your loved ones and friends. Last year I went to 5..yes count them 5 houses...Ate at about 3..picked at the last 2..but was forced to take plates...yes plural..I think i had leftovers for a week..which was fine..because normally i loathe leftovers.  But there's something about thanksgiving leftovers that sits well with me :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sold my treo last night as a power pack(3 cases, a memory card and the phone and components) and made a pretty penny off of it.  Dude was impressed that i kept up with everything that came with the phone..being as tho i got the phone almost 2.5 years ago.  I can't believe i got rid of my treo but progress has to be made.  My friends tease me about how small the centro is..but i mean i have small hands and fingers..so it works for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night before going to Deana's i stopped at the Raw bar and had a dozen oysters and a few beers.. Nothing like oysters and clams man.  I'd venture to say that it's heaven to me.  Give me some fresh oysters and brew any day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Don't threaten me with a good time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-4412477536732432241?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/4412477536732432241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=4412477536732432241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/4412477536732432241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/4412477536732432241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-was-so-damn-late-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-8957589254127269755</id><published>2007-11-14T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T04:58:14.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can say with my whole heart that i love Hello Kitty(my new Centro), but I'd love her a helluva alot more if her software was 100% compatible with the Windows Vista OS on my laptop.  Sure Palm came up with a roundabout way to keep your Centro sync'ed but all be damned if you want to use it as a modem or even manage your music on it @ home or any machine with Vista on it for that matter.  I know you're saying to yourself, "Well are u returning it?"  Hell and no.  Mainly because I know the good people at Palm and Windows are working steadfastly to solve this problem for me and the other enthusiastic Centro users.  But that didn't stop me from having a hilarious talk/webchat with a Dell tech last night.  In a nutshell I asked would it be wise to downgrade my current OS(Operating system) or ride it out..and basically dude/chick didn't say..which was no help.  Briefly, I thought of downgrading to XP...but i said fuck it...I'm going to ride it out.  I just won't be using my Centro as a modem in the time being.  And I can manage and maintain music files @ work..Yes i said at work.  But the Centro is a better deal than my Treo650.  it came with programs I had accumulated over the years.  So that freed up alot of space on the handset.  I'm still going to cop the 1G mini sdcard, so i can pimp my Centro out...But i do love Hello Kitty bunches..Now to accessorize(so not a word) her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls weekend is shaping up.  I tried to veer the ladies to the Wonderfull party in DC but no takers.  Lames!!..but i love them.  Having been to a Wonderfull party in just about every eastern seaboard city, i can say I'm glad DC finally decided to put on one of these.  I lost myself in Philly and NYC...I mean just hours of great music.  I've never 2 stepped so much in my damn life.  All i can say for those going...wear those comfy shoes, because if you're a Stevie fan..there's no sitting down!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-8957589254127269755?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/8957589254127269755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=8957589254127269755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/8957589254127269755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/8957589254127269755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-can-say-with-my-whole-heart-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-3403409992073957825</id><published>2007-11-13T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T04:54:46.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.oncentro.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/1231271329_495f29e6ab.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new baby will be here in about 2 more days..if not tomorrow.  For the longest time i longed for something a lil bit more streamlined.  And it's finally here.  With built in messenger apps and the usual things i used on my Treo650, the Palm Centro is poised to take over the smart phone game.  Also with it's limited time only $99(with 2 year contract) price tag, I'd venture to say everyone will have a smart phone..no more flips.  I haven't had a flip phone in over 3 years.  The Treo650 has served me well with it's infinite possibilities but it's time I upgraded and got something a lil less chunky.  I thought about other phone such as the i phone, 8525 and of course the Sprint Mogul but those didn't appeal to me like the Centro..maybe it was the bright red candy apple exterior(or the the fact that they retained the touch screen app) but i couldn't help it...After 3+ years with a gun metal Grey phone, yeah...some color is needed..and i can still use it as a modem...yesh!  I sent out a text to a few people announcing I'd be selling my treo..and no sooner had i sent it out..i got a text back sold! awesomeeee..the extra padding in my pocket will make this a great kick off to the girls weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I wore a hat all day at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h234/sha410/hatpic.jpg"&gt;Don't i look like a damn deer in headlights?&lt;/a&gt;  It panned out well, but i could sense some of the admins were jelly because they wished they could've worn a hat.  I was gonna make it 2 days in a row but i decided to give it a rest and comb my damn hair.  The past few days I've been sleeping pretty wild so when i wake up my scarf is either off or around my neck :(  The defeats the purpose of the extra laid hair right :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put on a wig last night and thought i looked absolutely ridiculous.  Could it be my perception of hair as an added accessory is slowly flying out of the window?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls weekend Holla!! York, PA wont be the same... Each year we go back I have a damn ball...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i still have no teevee..the one that was given to me was broken..the piece to connect the cable to the teevee was broke..so i'm still rocking out with my laptop and tv tuner attached...holla recorded sporting events!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps. I'm still number #1 but barely in my ff league..the nearest person is now 2 pts off...I'mma need all my started to have a great weekend next week.. and in my BBfl i'm number 5..but i'm not worried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-3403409992073957825?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/3403409992073957825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=3403409992073957825' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/3403409992073957825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/3403409992073957825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-baby-will-be-here-in-about-2-more.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-177297470682588145</id><published>2007-11-12T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T05:13:05.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good thing i was sleep or I'd have a visual recollection of how ridiculous that damn game was.  I woke up about 7pm. and felt no kinda way about missing the game.  I could tell by the number of missed messages I got, it must've been one humdinger of a game.&lt;br /&gt;I was really tired from the night before and the company that crashed at 430am.   I had just got in from a baby shower and DC.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i guess I don't have to say which event I chose to attend.  That was over about 9ish..all my friends at the baby shower, asked what was there to do in DC.  I think I called a little of everyone..and everyone I called was headed to the party in Philly..L for me.  So after informing the friends that no one knew of anything to do.  My friend Nick had the bright idea of driving around DC.  Now I've seen DC plenny times...to know where spots are..so forth and so on.  So Nick asked our other friend Kay if she knew of anything...Kay holla'ed some spot in NW that plays hip hop...genius i said..Aroma..I'd forgotten all about Aroma...and also had met a dude who was the GM for this one company that ran about 5 spots between here and DC.  So Kay bullshitted as to where Aroma was..I didn't know and by this time i was peeved, that Kay didn't just say she didn't know where the hell she was going and what the hell she was talking about.  So she took her lie a step further and said that there was a hip hop lounge on U street..Aroo?  She says it's over top Bohemian Caverns..I was like uh Liv?  Ummm nah it ain't there...i could sense she was getting pissed because her jig was up...so she tried to say that the damn hip hop lounge was in Adams Morgan @ the beginning...I was like ugh! Common Share is closed!  I couldn't believe she would really try to pass off Common Share for a hip hop lounge but whatever...Now I'm really peeved... 1. because we're stuck in Adams Morgan traffic and 2. my legs are numb... So after that she had the nerve to guide Nick to Georgetown..I said what's up here Modern? and Kay was just like i don't even know...i don't get out much..So after she finally admitted(2 hours later) that we took her ass home and we took our asses home.  I get a text @ 4amish...just as I'm exiting the car...being that i had a bust of a night..i said sure..and ended up having a better time with my company than i had the past 3 hours...I shoulda went to Philly tho... geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm here at work..with a hat on..we'll see if anyone says anything to me..because fuck it...i don't really feel like doing my hair.  Trife but true!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-177297470682588145?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/177297470682588145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=177297470682588145' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/177297470682588145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/177297470682588145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/11/good-thing-i-was-sleep-or-id-have.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-6677993235931464866</id><published>2007-11-09T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T05:57:07.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's pretty hard being a trend setters/taste maker...Those things that you just so happen to throw together that becomes your signature only to be seen on other folks.  No this isn't another hair entry...rather a makeup entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I do every fall/winter I get back into the eye shadows.  During the summer my eye creases and it leaves the eyeshadow looking ratty and smudged on my eye.  My skin also produces alot of oil..that's why i despise summer rain(no not the song).  In the summer right after it rains it gets so humid..my skin gets shiny and my hair gets fuzzy..anyway..I broke out my arsenal of cosmetics and have been doing it up in the office.  Then one faithful week...i turned this office on it's head.  I started doing the multiple colors(of course light for work).  The next day in the office i did my eyes in a light peacockesque palette..only i had the green..blue and brown on my lid..purple mascara on my eyes..I know i know..you can't imagine all this..but it was gorgeous..for those that know me..know i wouldn't be sitting somewhere looking like bozo..Immediately it was..what do u have on?  how can i do that?  Also that's the other downside to working with an office full of women.  You on your grown and sexy(*earls a bit* i cant believe i said that)..so the next chick trying to show you what she has....But that's not me..I'm always here at 730 in the am...done from head to toe..it's my work/professional presentation..now back to the story...so the Mary Kay consultant in the office was like oh i have blue and purple mascara..so what do the office biddies do...buy her colored mascara out...I shoulda demanded a cut..even tho i didn't have on MK(long story..some other time)   Needless to say these hoes don't know what to do with it...or how to coordinate it...so no one has worn theirs yet...good for me right?...wrong... :(  Can't a bidge have anything :( *sigh*  I don't think anyone feels my pain.  A friend of mine said i should be flattered people wanna emulate what I'm doing because that means I'm doing it right...again *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not any closer to deciding if I'm going out of town for the party or stayin local.  A part of me wants to see both sets of friends...but hmmmm...if i stay home i can do the mall/possibly tail gate sunday..if i go outta town i gotta spend that money for travel... :(  Maybe my outta town friends will come down for a part Dec 8th.  I'll see how i feel after this mimosa happy hour I'm going too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hugz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a groovy weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. why clinton portis &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h234/sha410/clintonportis.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more &lt;a href="http://theybf.com/2007/11/08/wtf-clinton-portishovs-still-buying-ishzoe-kravitz-parties-it-up/#more-1497"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Hov pulling American Gangster from I tunes because he wants folks to buy the whole cd not individual songs...pfffffffffffffttttttttttttt...It was there late monday..early tuesday then g0ne!...He needs to worry bout the bootleggers..HOV!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-6677993235931464866?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/6677993235931464866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=6677993235931464866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/6677993235931464866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/6677993235931464866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-pretty-hard-being-trend.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-2620756576529823144</id><published>2007-11-08T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T06:08:21.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up so late this morning...I mean so late for me.&lt;br /&gt;The kid just doesn't have it like she use to anymore. &lt;br /&gt;I went over the bff's house last night for our weekly dinner &lt;br /&gt;and drinks pow..wow.  Left there about 11..Got home forgot I had &lt;br /&gt;some beans soaking for a bean stew..I started them and then realized&lt;br /&gt;I'd fall asleep...Didn't want the apartment to burn down..so i turned them off..&lt;br /&gt;and called myself letting the pot cool..i never took the pot of the stove..&lt;br /&gt;So my beans are soaking for the 2nd day in a row..It'll be bean porridge by&lt;br /&gt;the time i get to cook them this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmmmmmm...Something was on my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!  This morning when i got up it was cold as shit in my apartment..&lt;br /&gt;No semblance of heat was felt.  I called my landlord as soon as I got to work.&lt;br /&gt;I was like uh you think you can turn the heat on in the building now..He's like &lt;br /&gt;is it cold in there...umm hell yes..it was 29 this morning..and the heat is on well..nothing..off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when i double book myself for events on the weekend.  I totally forgot I rsvp'ed for a baby shower...then i excepted a invite to a party out of town :(.&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know what i'mma do.. *shrugs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-2620756576529823144?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/2620756576529823144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=2620756576529823144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/2620756576529823144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/2620756576529823144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-woke-up-so-late-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-158983111574249985</id><published>2007-11-07T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T05:46:21.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's something to be sad when you take a risk with fashion and you pull it off.  This morning as i dressed for work, I had this bright idea to liven up my basic black and grey out fit.  I wanted just a pop of color..So i paired my black tuxedo capris with a grey and black striped cap sleeved turtleneck sweater...but instead of some boring black tights..i decided to throw on some olive green ones..with my ruched booties, instead of some regular knee boots.  I also did my eyes up...and the nice lil added touch is the earrings :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h234/sha410/Photo_110707_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h234/sha410/Photo_110707_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h234/sha410/Photo_110707_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h234/sha410/Photo_110707_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do feel this punch of color has brightened up my day..and i feel extra girly cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this entry was about nothing..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-158983111574249985?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/158983111574249985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=158983111574249985' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/158983111574249985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/158983111574249985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/11/theres-something-to-be-sad-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-8329515371397600633</id><published>2007-11-06T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T05:17:17.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man we sustained a hell of a ass whoopin last night.  As intended we didn't go to Midtown...and i can say I'm glad... I was sulking in the house.  The only thing that got me thru was a call and a few text from an awesome friend.  But other than that...i drank a few glasses of wine and fell the hell out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-8329515371397600633?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/8329515371397600633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=8329515371397600633' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/8329515371397600633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/8329515371397600633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/11/man-we-sustained-hell-of-ass-whoopin.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-8228515655458766403</id><published>2007-11-05T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T05:07:22.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Soooo I know you're wondering, did i indeed see America Gangster..Hell and No...Everywhere was packed...taking me back to my initial thought of catching a matinée during the work week.  I'm sure i can convince someone to play hooky with me.  But finally the second part of my prayers have been answered.  The first part being that they open a Starbuck's in my hood and part 2...please open another movie theater in downtown..i mean hell anywhere..so i don't have to catch the bus out into the county to see a movie...a mainstream movie that is...I mean i do have The Charles but it's an IFC type deal...So on Friday or thereabout &lt;a href="http://www.landmarktheatres.com/mn/harboreast/harboreast.html"&gt;Harboreast Landmark&lt;/a&gt; opened.  And as u can see I'm stoked...Finally a step in the right direction..now for something closer to the center..like in the Mt. Vernon area would be lovely.  But i don't wanna get to ahead of myself before God stops listening to me.  Yay God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday after going to the Flea Market we crash landed into &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/midtown-yacht-club-baltimore"&gt;The Midtown Yacht Club&lt;/a&gt; .  I previously spoke on it's mimosa goodness.  But we settled in to watch a few games...we each sipped from our pitchers of mimosa...because i mean it's a pitcher(we combined 2 straws and drank from it)  I mean it's football sunday..what's better than tipsy trash talk.  And as i previously stated before, i got the grande mal of hatred yesterday.  Most if not all of the people were cheering for the Colts..me I'm for the Pats..So this guy was like who you cheering for, oh u a gurl so lemme see...the dude with the best pic....i just laughed..i said no boo..the Pats...if T. Brady does good..i sail into another week of being #1 in my fantasy football league.  He pauses..yeah right he says..who's your rb? who's ya wr? I mean fuck it..who's ya QB?  I stated all the names..even my defense...He was flabbergasted..I even had to go one step further and show him my team...at which time he asked who picked it for me..now at this point i was all for some trash talk...but don't offend my sensibilities...I broke it down to him and offered to buy him a drink to further emasculate him in front of his boys.  Of course he denied the drink...but for the rest of the night he kept calling me "Coach."  Yeah suck it barboy...u just wasn't ready for someone..the likes of me...Needless to say I'm going back tonight to watch the Ravens.  Speaking of Fantasy Football...With a projected win of 169.22 to 115.48,  Bmore Bruised crushed this weeks opponents Dem Boys with an actual score of 199.85 to  132.39.  T. Brady lead the team yet again with the most points followed by C. Portis exactly 1 pt off.  *breaths in win*  And i have 1 game left..because I have M. Stover as my kicker..Going into week 10 T. Brady has a bye..and that lends perfect time to unleash D. Anderson, whom I've been sitting on since week 5..Alright enought sports talk for my ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. what about this gorgeous scarf weather????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-8228515655458766403?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/8228515655458766403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=8228515655458766403' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/8228515655458766403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/8228515655458766403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/11/soooo-i-know-youre-wondering-did-i.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-3341235902582002318</id><published>2007-11-02T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T05:53:24.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/amsa_morgan/ray_lewis.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogdecine.com/images/2007/05/american_gangster.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few things I'm looking forward to this weekend. If you can't tell by the pics then you're blind.  Not only am I pumped about American Gangster..I'm pumped about Monday's match up for Baltimore.  I'm also excited to bounce back from my FF lose this pass week..I mean I still am Number 1..but seeing that 8-0 would have been much more sweet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refused to get the bootleg of American Gangster...I mean i was tempted but nothing like seeing it in the dark with about 60 other strangers. I also refused the soundtrack.  I can't express how much i really want to see this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went over the BFF's house to eat and drink.  A few other friends were over.  One friend bought his frat brother and needless to say it was on..Flirting everywhere.  At one point me and dude were walking up and down(respectively..he down..me up) the spiral steps at the same time..and we squeezed by...giving that good eye contact..owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww..those mimosa's helped..hehe..well further fueled the embers.  What can i say I'm a flirt..We started talking about how tequila no longer had the worm in it..he asked did i like worm in my tequila..i said no but, i do like my drink stirred...hahahah that bought the house down.  Innuendo at it's best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling cute and fanciful today...Charmeuse is that fabric ladies...hop on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send some up for ya homie...i fired off a cover letter and resume for a job 2 blocks from my house...Holla!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-3341235902582002318?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/3341235902582002318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=3341235902582002318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/3341235902582002318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/3341235902582002318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/11/there-are-few-things-im-looking-forward.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-4024378846256751460</id><published>2007-11-01T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T04:56:05.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Solo!&lt;br /&gt;Seems everyone either took off or called out..and that's fine with me.. I get way more done on the job when the office is empty.  I also don't have to battle with someone else's music..score!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 I'm still fuzzy...my hair that is...and this morning i totally thought of something i learned a long time ago from a cosmetologist friend.  I wanted to perm my hair yesterday but for some reason I wasn't in a rush like i normally am.  I loafed around and had dinner at a friend's house.  So as i prepared for bed last night i thought tomorrow I'll relax it. No I'll be hanging out again.  Then as I type this out i remember for optimal relaxer takeage(so not a word) you aren't supposed to relax your hair while you're on your cycle.  Something about the high level of estrogen and hormones.  Mostly that your hair cuticle is not as perceptive to a relaxer as it would be if u weren't on your cycle... So i suppose this weekend. Sorry about the cycle talk fellas..you get your cycle too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holla!!!! I broke out the velvet blazers..I'm dapper baby..I love fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see..as you can tell life is grand ,so i really don't have much on my mind...no retrospectives on anything...just loving life..no manhavior...i guess dudes on that ack right this week..never lasts long tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's thursdayyyyyyyyyyyyyy people..enjoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-4024378846256751460?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/4024378846256751460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=4024378846256751460' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/4024378846256751460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/4024378846256751460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/11/solo-seems-everyone-either-took-off-or.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-1338566562145816374</id><published>2007-10-31T05:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T05:30:21.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today would have been the first day in many moons that I would have bust my ass in heels.  Trying to be cute i wore heeled knee boots to work this morning.  Normally I'd wear flats during my commute but i decided to throw caution to the wind.  Who knew that wouldn't be the only thing in the wind this morning.  Everything was fine as i left my apartment with 90% of the banana pie I made.  I bought it to work because it was just sitting in the house..and i couldn't bring myself to eat more than a slice a day...anyway..I'm teetering along..to the bus stop..get on the bus..sip my chai latte..&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't until i got off the bus that my problems started...I'm mid way thru my brisk morning walk from loch raven to hillen road.  And then my heels started feeling funny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h234/sha410/brokeboot.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like wobbly..I shrug it off...till i go to step down on a kinda steep lil dip in the side walk..and it happened..the heel either bent back or forward..but all i felt was me dipping.  Normally no one is out during my commute..maybe motorist, but no one walking ..but this morning..it was teeming with people..I immediately stopped dead in my tracks..adjust my ipod headphones..all this while I'm playing off the wobbly feeling in my heel..I get my stride back up and it happens again. :(  This time as i was crossing the street..can't play that off..so i just kept it moving...I finally got to my desk and sure enough the heel looked a bit shaky..i have no back up shoes..this will be and interesting day to say the least...on top of that my hair feels very busy..very wolf man jack.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news the crab cakes went off without a hitch..very tasty but i will never use back fin again in my life...just jumbo lump or lump when i make my next batch.  I also made potato salad with it...I even went out on a limb and made a dipping sauce with pesto/mayo/lil mustard/and a lil relish..very tangy and delicious if i say so myself...It wasn't until i started chowing down that i decided i should have snapped a pic...i did but the crab cake was half eaten so i deleted..ahaha..I'll start photographing my culinary forays :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-1338566562145816374?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/1338566562145816374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=1338566562145816374' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/1338566562145816374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/1338566562145816374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/10/today-would-have-been-first-day-in-many.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-7965919595612064296</id><published>2007-10-30T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T06:12:54.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was so here on time...&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla Chai in my hand...new coat on this morning..ready for work.&lt;br /&gt;I arrive at work, sit at my desk.  Turn the computer on and I have no innernets connectivity.  So i sit here..read the paper and sip said Vanilla Chai.  An hour passes  still no connectivity.  I go to a coworkers comp's their connection is up.  I figure it's a problem on my end.  The drop is completely hanging off the wall..so i figured well, maybe it's that...No dice.  So i continue to sit at my desk.  Then it pops up...I'm back on the innernets.  I would have been bored and sad without without becauseeeeee..that leads me to the second part of my entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it was..maybe it was a mixture of nervousness and cramps..wondering of i was retaining my number 1 spot in ff..or maybe it was the fact that i laid in bed all day but I did not go to bed till about 3am.  I tried everything, listening to music..watching tv..it wasn't working.  I was so annoyed...knowing i had a full day of work ahead of me..i just laid there..thinking..praying..doing what i could.  I didn't dare call anyone..I mean i knew of one person i could call but lord knows what they were doing..so i refrained. And then finally...around about 330, i closed my eyes.  I was awakened by the 6am alarm...everything in me said stay yo ass at home..but the other side of me said this is why we're in this mess...so i pushed myself out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready this morning was challenging..not because of clothing, hair or makeup...because my toilet decided it wanted to back up. :(  I had just used it..as is customary every morning..what can i say I'm regular...but i was repulsed...that i had to plunge the toilet...i think i almost earled.. I just looked up and thought this cant be life.. :(  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here i am...at work..a lil repulsed..tummy full of vanilla chai..re-enacting my hellafied morning for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh babies I need a hug!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-7965919595612064296?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/7965919595612064296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=7965919595612064296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/7965919595612064296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/7965919595612064296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-was-so-here-on-time.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-6679939575204839791</id><published>2007-10-27T23:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T00:04:49.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's not often that a song haunts me...but this is one of those times..I've had &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/emilykingmusic"&gt;Emily King's cd&lt;/a&gt; for some time now.  But i refused to bandwagon..so i decided to discover her in my own time.  She has this cut..I mean it could be a "he" or a "she"...but &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/emilykingmusic"&gt;"it was you"&lt;/a&gt; is one of those rare songs that make u think on a slow night..or a night when u're winding down. A night such as this one when it's 2:31 AM..and u have a few good memories and songs on repeat.  This song reminds of me of all the good that went on in my dealings with various men.  Namely a few in the past year or so...For various reasons things didn't work...maybe it was me being scared, maybe it was them..*shrugs* but it never got past the conception stage.  I don't mourn for what could have been but on nights like this i miss snugglin up with my S.O. and drunkly babblin about what was on my mind..comfortably falling asleep in his arms.  Getting that kiss goodnight before i pass out..only to awake to him again :).. Ya know the good things.. It's times like this and times like this only that i long for a committed relation.  Maybe one day..but i do believe I'm not ready...relationships have been presented to me on and off the last year but something about them didn't sit well with me so i didn't even entertain them.  I never wanna be the chick settling for a piece of something.  Some could argue I'm way too old for semantics..but it's all relative...so until i feel like i can be 100% Sha around someone ..it can't be and I've gotten that into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go to philly for a costume party...but my ride flaked and i ended up in at a Halloween party in Annapolis.  While there 2 brothers hit on me.  I can tell I'm maturing and that petty part of me is dying because i didn't even entertain that madness.  I acknowledged the holla..deflected it and kept it moving.  I mean who needs it?  Not only that, they were the cousins of a long time friend.  I just didn't see a win or a way to manipulate the situation.  The party was hilarious...but i didn't get a chance to unveil my costume which i spent days wondering about..*drum rolls* so i decided to go as a SELF PORTRAIT.  Hilarious i know..but chuckle inducing nonetheless...When people asked me what i was..I'd lift my frame and say a self portrait and I'd pose like this...&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h234/sha410/Photo001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I'd get others to pose like this as well &lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h234/sha410/Photo003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oh well!  I well be out Halloween evening in Fells Point with my costume getting my yuck yuck on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly I'm checking my fantasy stats to make sure I'm on!  It's tough work staying number 1.  Thanks to the Champ and his side consultation and reinforcement, i am where i am today.  I start bball soon..and he said it would be worse..i may need to drop out because football is way intense for me.  But the adrenaline is great :)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful football sunday..and don't buy that American Gangster bootleg..ahahahha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-6679939575204839791?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/6679939575204839791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=6679939575204839791' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/6679939575204839791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/6679939575204839791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-not-often-that-song-haunts-me.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-7385843074991863428</id><published>2007-10-26T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T05:26:05.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've hit the mother load!! Yesterday while putting my styling chops to work, I stumbled upon a hidden jewel of a place.  Sure it use to be crackin back in the day but I don't think alot of people utilizes it's resources now.  I'll give you a clue.  It's a retail store with clothing for the whole family.  It specializes in designer names(for real..and it's not marshall's nor tjmaxx) for a fraction of the cost.  I found a shit load of designer cocktail dresses and dresses period for myself.  I'm talking Calvin Klein, Cynthia Rowley and more.  It's right up my alley too because I wanna do more dresses.  Anyway, me and Deans didn't get anything..but we did hook James up.  One tuxedo with alterations, 5 shirts, a few ties and a pocket square later it didn't break the bank!  The tie/shirt/pocket square combo i picked out was awesome and risk taking..but what's an affair without taking a risk on fashion.  From there we tore Towsontown Center apart trying to look for Dean's a dress.  Now, she had pre-ordered one online from Nordstrom. A nice lil number from Maggy London.  Online it looked groovy but when she put it on not so much &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://content.nordstrom.com/ImageGallery/store/product/MediumLarge/0/_5432480.jpg"&gt;this lil number here&lt;/a&gt;  The neck was a bit more loose and it didn't speak to us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had her try on this girl here &lt;img src="http://content.nordstrom.com/ImageGallery/store/product/MediumLarge/8/_5482548.jpg"&gt;perfection&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked stunning in this color and cut.  Charmeuse, Silk and Satin are speaking to me this fall...absolutely.  But she wanted to search more anddddddddddddddd it was a black and white affair...so we went to Macy's...I instantly started picking up dresses and by the time i looked up, i had my top 5.  Now any of you that have met Deans and James know they are both tall in statue...but Deans is very reubensque when it comes to her curves.  Throwing that in the mix, made it not so simple to pick and pull but we did it.  Rather I picked out the banger.. We settled on a grey silk and charmeuse number with sequin detailing..i know you're thinking..omg sequins! but it was more like beading about the neck.  I just tried to go on the Macy's website to find it but couldn't so I'll Frankenstein it..so u can see...take the neck fit and the body on this &lt;img src="http://content.nordstrom.com/ImageGallery/store/product/MediumLarge/3/_5485883.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the dark grey color on this &lt;img src="http://content.nordstrom.com/ImageGallery/store/product/MediumLarge/7/_5481727.jpg"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfection...a lil smokey eye...and the hair pulled back into a chignon.  I know they both will look awesome when they throw the outfits on.&lt;br /&gt;Doing this yesterday and lately within the past week or so i can see me styling full time. *scratches head* hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that shoppin I was so thirsty..so we hit up Tapas Teatro...Twas yet again fun...I had the spinach and crab meat with asiago cream and sherry sauce and the flat iron steak tapas..delicious..coupled with a pint of Stella Artois, it was a damn good cap on a good ass day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your weekend..&lt;br /&gt;ps. I've settled on a costume now pray for my traveling mercies. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-7385843074991863428?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/7385843074991863428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=7385843074991863428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/7385843074991863428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/7385843074991863428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/10/ive-hit-mother-load-yesterday-while.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-564477786317700597</id><published>2007-10-25T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T05:35:22.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Never second guess yourself.. Go with your gut and initial idea. Here's why:&lt;br /&gt;This morning like any morning when it is rainy outside i always re wrap my hair and just rock out with a headscarf..not the ghetto ones but the large fashion silk ones.  I have them in an assortment of colors so as not to look too tacky on my morning commute.  But this morning I did something i haven't done in a long time.  I underestimated the weather.  Laying in the bed this morning right before i got out of it..i felt a cool breeze blow thru the apartment.  So i figured 1. I could comb my hair out 2. My hair would not fall or do anything weird. 3. It's not that windy out..  I go to 7-11, then on to the bus stop.  I could feel my hair was fuggin up..like i could feel it..it wasn't even humid it was just moist...so i continue to walk to the campus.  I sit down at my desk and sip my coffee.  Then i looked at the mirror on my desk..OMG! My hair was swapped to the left and it was crinkled...How the hell did my hair get crinkled? who the hell knows but, it was an awful sight :( L.  After conversing with my supervisor I made my way to the rest room...I tried my best to whip this shit into shape..but i should've went with my initial plan to wear my head scarf to work..as i did yesterday.  This hair style leaves no room for errors..zero!!..the bangs make the cut..and so does the razor sharp sides...needless to say the short side had the nerve to try and curl up.  wtf? I mean you would think i didn't have my umbrella up :(  Now i have it in some generic wrap, in hopes that it may wanna act right..And i lost the mate to a pair of vintage screw on amber drop earrings..geez you should really see the back ups.. :( grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr....something also told me to stay my happy ass in the bed, but eh.  I should've known the day was gonna be funky because i changed my lipstick 2 times..i never do that...never...grrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyyyyy.... Go forth and be fruitful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-564477786317700597?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/564477786317700597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=564477786317700597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/564477786317700597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/564477786317700597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/10/never-second-guess-yourself.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-6025351944186326970</id><published>2007-10-24T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T05:10:14.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to sleep hella early last night and knew I'd pay for it.  Well I woke up at 4am.  I was determined not to be up all willy nilly at 4, so i forced myself back to sleep.  I've never been so determined to take my ass back to sleep.  I was serious about those last 2 hours of sleep.  I was so sincere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning I get coffee.  It's kind of a ritual.  Either I'll brew some at home or I'll stop at the 7-11 for a refill(which by the way serves tea also..who knew?)  At any rate, as i boarded the bus, the bus driver asked where his cup was.  As I normally do in these instances..I giggled and smiled very cutesy.  Usually they let me go and smile back..No this bamma said it again.  This time i said it's in the store with the other cups. He had this you asshole look on his face but, man he forced me.  Which leads me tooo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told I'm too damn sarcastic...I mean come on somethings are just common knowledge.  For instance yesterday I'd told a coworker i was taking lunch to read an article in this magazine.  Said coworker, came in the back where I was eating.  She asked, "what do you have there?"  My answer, "a magazine."  "Asshole,"she replied. hahaha I mean I felt no bit of guilt.  I do realize i do have selective hearing but damn son....I just told you about the article.  Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have on Grey and lime green eyeshadow..the way i did it..is.. there is an inkling of color...my hair hangs over one eye..leaving one full eyelid exposed.  Every time I wear bright colors my coworker always says.."see, i can wear that too"..I mean it's not my fault you're oppressed by color norms.  I hate when people think they can't wear a color and they can..but ya know the funny part is..she acts like I'm midnight black or some shit..*sigh*  Live a little my sisters.  Play with color.  I wear pink lips too..coral..plum..blood red...dark burgundy..deep brown...no color is off limits to me..save for silver or anything with silver glitter in it..makes my lips look ashy... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I feel in the mood for "Frank".  Blame it on the rain but, Amy Winehouse's first cd is fitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://www.zshare.net/audio/4414183a6a3d00/"&gt;"Know You Now"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just a little boy underneath that hat&lt;br /&gt;You need your nerve to hide your ego - don't come with that&lt;br /&gt;You think everything is handed to you free&lt;br /&gt;But it's not that easy, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta know you now&lt;br /&gt;We may never meet again&lt;br /&gt;I gotta know you now and then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl says I'm too sensitive to ride with you&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not listening to her, mm hm&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm perceptive so when I've dance with you you'll whisk your head back the way it were&lt;br /&gt;As you were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta know you now&lt;br /&gt;We may never meet again&lt;br /&gt;I gotta know you now and then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ad lib]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm not ruling you out&lt;br /&gt;I'm just in doubt as to what you say you're all about, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta know you now&lt;br /&gt;We may never meet again&lt;br /&gt;I gotta show you now and them&lt;br /&gt;I gotta know you now and then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta know you now&lt;br /&gt;We may never meet again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta know you now&lt;br /&gt;We may never meet again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta know you now&lt;br /&gt;We may never meet again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta know you now&lt;br /&gt;We may never meet again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-6025351944186326970?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/6025351944186326970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=6025351944186326970' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/6025351944186326970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/6025351944186326970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-went-to-sleep-hella-early-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-1295278213713780884</id><published>2007-10-23T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T12:21:40.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eureka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I've made my mind up about my Halloween costume party outfit..&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not telling..I went back and forth about what i wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;I was determined not to buy anything..so i wrecked my brain coming up with something.&lt;br /&gt;It came to me as I swtiched over my closet last night(i store my clothing away according to what the seasons are spring/summer/fall/winter)  It came to me as I sat on my floor sorting thru winter boots...Eureka! I'd found something that showcased my personality...i didnt wanna be anything cliche(read: sexy)  The world will be inundated with sexy/flirty costumes of every kind..But i think this idea is truly unique. If someone shows up with the same idea..I'mma get my Regine(throw drinks on the person who has the same outfit as mine) on.  A friend of mines asked was it a secret..to which i responded..yes.  Sorry I can't let you guise in but i shall take a few pics this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to start making earrings again..and off top i got 3 orders. Yay...I've been so uninspired. Now i'm back for a moment.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with some folks last night for cocktails. I'd like to say it's great living in an area where i can get tipsy and walk a few blocks home..awesome.  I also hate when you're drinking and having fun..someone always wants to be scholar...I just wanna shout..i'm drinking and having fun here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let see...&lt;br /&gt;I really didnt have anything to blog about this morning so i skipped it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you like unexpected text that make you smile?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you hate when someone says that you have an attitude thru text?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love this weather?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you need a vacation?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't some folks be happy for you?&lt;br /&gt;Why do people think we all need the same things? or even further, that we can all subscribe to the same plan...&lt;br /&gt;Why is homeade cake so good fresh out the oven...no frosty!&lt;br /&gt;Why did someone just walk into the office wearing a jacket that reminded me of an ex? It made me smile for a second..then frown..cause he no longer has that jacket.&lt;br /&gt;Why am i loving the shit out of life right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://parenting.leehansen.com/downloads/coloring/Patriotic/USA/peace-fingers.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. I'd like to say going into week 9 of my fantasy football league, i find that some of the trades are less than savory..they can say they are just offering a trade because it seems like a good deal(bullshit) or they really think I'm just some dumb girl.  Either way, they can suck my team...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-1295278213713780884?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/1295278213713780884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=1295278213713780884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/1295278213713780884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/1295278213713780884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/10/eureka-finally-ive-made-my-mind-up.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-6162043527928963426</id><published>2007-10-22T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T05:16:40.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my aching legs..&lt;br /&gt;A day after helping my friend move..my legs are on fiyah!  So are my arms.&lt;br /&gt;I was tempted to take another day off but I may just be playing hooky again this&lt;br /&gt;up coming Friday..&lt;br /&gt;At any rate...help someone move,you may just get a tv!&lt;br /&gt;My friend knew of my situation and my reluctance to purchase another teevee...being as tho I have the tv tuner and actually love that I can record tv when I want..&lt;br /&gt;But yes I have a 2 year old, 25 inch teevee..upgrade!&lt;br /&gt;If I had any inclination of moving my apt around..that notion is benched.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was spent maxxin and veggin out..I'd cooked earlier so i could lay around and watch football all day..and whatever else came on teevee...(random note: i caught an aryan nation doc on history channel..dem boys going crazy in Birmingham...of all place.)&lt;br /&gt;I didn't stuff myself too much..but everything was slammin if I do say so myself..specially the cake!!  For a second I felt bad that I sat around and ate and watched teevee all day but fug it..I spent all Saturday stinking, lifting and moving..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.walgreens.com/dbimagecache/333861.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how i love this lil item here..I normally don't eat breakfast in the mornings&lt;br /&gt;during my work week...but instant grits with cheese..yesh!&lt;br /&gt;I know that's real niggerish but guess what..hmm hmm good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Manhavior antics...I mean i can always rehash some but then again yeah i do have some...So ole boy calls me on the phone to run down his weekend for me..and in the midst says.."maybe i'll have some time for you."  Hahaha all this coming from the same sack of poop that was depressed...hahaha *rolls eyes* Some dudes are so catty..I maintain that men are the new women..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-6162043527928963426?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/6162043527928963426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=6162043527928963426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/6162043527928963426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/6162043527928963426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh-my-aching-legs.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-8498364483821209048</id><published>2007-10-20T21:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T22:05:27.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I'm sitting here early Sunday morning.  Just got in from a long day of helping my good friend and my god babies move.  Man they had alot of shit..And we didn't even get all the things..but damn man.  I'm beat...right now i'm chillin...i checked my FF stats and made sure everything is a go.  I'm also cooking dinner for Sunday..I had a strong urge for some baked turkey wings..then it evolved to a full blown meal..complete with a yellow cake..ahahah..It smells sorta like thanksgiving in my house...so warm and inviting.  Why am i cooking tonight you ask?  Because i plan on doing absolutely nothing tomorrow.  I hope no one calls me tomorrow because, me answering is just not gonna happen.  I tried to call everyone today and see what the haps were...but everyone was either out and about or preoccupied.  I ain't mad..but yeah, tomorrow...no habla ingles.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i went to target and came up on some choice items that'll make for a funky fall/winter.  I plan to go to Urban Outfitter to get my colorful tights on.  I'm so excited...i love my fall/winter clothing.  I suppose i need to go ahead and switch over my closet.  It's just so much work..especially after today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Why did i get married..It was a good movie..It covered every emotion and cliche but it was a decent film..At one point in the movie i thought to myself..damn can jill breath?  For those of you who've seen the movie..you'll know what part i'm talking about.  I mean i love Jill like the next person but..yeah..they had sister cinched in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm what else?  Not a damn thing.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy yo sunday folks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-8498364483821209048?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/8498364483821209048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=8498364483821209048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/8498364483821209048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/8498364483821209048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-im-sitting-here-early-sunday-morning_20.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-2168650794816998916</id><published>2007-10-20T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T22:04:49.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I'm sitting here early Sunday morning.  Just got in from a long day of helping my good friend and my god babies move.  Man they had alot of shit..And we didn't even get all the things..but damn man.  I'm beat...right now i'm chillin...i checked my FF stats and made sure everything is a go.  I'm also cooking dinner for Sunday..I had a strong urge for some baked turkey wings..then it evolved to a full blown meal..complete with a yellow cake..ahahah..It smells sorta like thanksgiving in my house...so warm and inviting.  Why am i cooking tonight you ask?  Because i plan on doing absolutely nothing tomorrow.  I hope no one calls me tomorrow because, me answering is just not gonna happen.  I tried to call everyone today and see what the haps were...but everyone was either out and about or preoccupied.  I ain't mad..but yeah, tomorrow...no habla ingles.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i went to target and came up on some choice items that'll make for a funky fall/winter.  I plan to go to Urban Outffitter to get my colorful tights on.  I'm so excited...i love my fall/winter clothing.  I suppose i need to go ahead and switch over my closet.  It's just so much work..especially after today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Why did i get married..It was a good movie..It covered every emotion and cliche but it was a decent film..At one point in the movie i thought to myself..damn can jill breath?  For those of you who've seen the movie..you'll know what part i'm talking about.  I mean i love Jill like the next person but..yeah..they had sister cinched in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm what else?  Not a damn thing.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy yo sunday folks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-2168650794816998916?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/2168650794816998916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=2168650794816998916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/2168650794816998916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/2168650794816998916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-im-sitting-here-early-sunday-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-8628834960283420040</id><published>2007-10-18T04:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T05:03:34.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't dressed up for Halloween in years.  You'd think with all this creativity going on in my head I could conjure up some idea for what I wanted to be for this costume party I am attending.  I've been on the fence all week about whether I was going or not but I have finally decided it is affirmative.  3 ideas instantly came to mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.static.halloweenexpress.com/images/imagecache/123-300-cs304.jpg"&gt;Beer Wench&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.static.halloweenexpress.com/images/imagecache/163-300-FW1041.jpg"&gt;Cleopatra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.boston.com/ae/movies/blog/dobson.jpeg"&gt;Cleopatra Jones&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate...I think i've narrowed it down..&lt;br /&gt;I even thought about being a pink lady &lt;img src="http://www.clicket.com/images/15916.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna spill the beans too early and someone takes the idea..but i am leaning more towards..Cleopatra Jones!! So don't take my damn idea, dammit!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always love the day before I am to play hooky from the office..because i get to do absolutely nothing..rile the natives up and then not show up.. *breaths in office air*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm supposed to be going to see why did i get married...I've heard mixed reviews..i guess I'll find out for myself soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manhavior shout out of the day:&lt;br /&gt;On acting right(you'll get further)...finally ole dude has stop beating around the bush and assuming.  He came out yesterday and asked me to come over.  I didn't because my appt. ran over but kudos to him for steppin up...but i think it's too late..my interest has waned...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-8628834960283420040?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/8628834960283420040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=8628834960283420040' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/8628834960283420040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/8628834960283420040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-havent-dressed-up-for-halloween-in.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-612560214913359504</id><published>2007-10-17T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T06:12:47.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Funny Funny Commuters.&lt;br /&gt;Without fail i always board the bus in the morning, with my purse and my cup of joe.&lt;br /&gt;That's me.. My makeup and hair done..my work outfit done from head to toe, flats on my feet...pumps in my purse. Ipod in my hand, blocking out the world and pesky old bus riders who like to chat for fucks sake.  But there is one such commuter who irks the shit out of me besides the fat folks plastering you to the window...it's the ipod screen looker at'ers...Now I didn't have this problem when I had a nano..But this morning it was bad.  I blew my old ipod headphones out..listening to a song with heavy bass.  So now I'm sporting the back ups, and i guess you can hear my music thru my earphones..So this morning a youngin sat next to me and he eyeballed my screen the whole time we were on the bus which was 20 minutes..So i played india arie..and right after that 99 problems..now i don't mind you looking at my screen but now you bobbin ya head..come on!  Can a woman have some privacy?  Anyway he gets off the bus..but he looks back and smiled at me..Am i becoming a cougar for the high school generation?  The youngin stare/holla is high...I don't know what's in the milk..but it's gone bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mailman came in 2 times yesterday...buzzing about the mail in my office..yesterday i was alone in the outta office..and he went in!..I'd never seen him like that...I was strangely turned on by the fact that this normally quiet guy was throwing caution to the wind and flirting openly with me..he said the usual..i have nice eyes..my skin looks smooth and i always smell good.. of course i blushed but heh..no shitting where u eat..maybe if he got fired..but not until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm what else? OH...I shall highlight several examples of men and their attitudes on woman and dating with a section that shall be dubbed...Manhavior(since they have their own code and way of acting that so hilarious):&lt;br /&gt;Someone asked me to do a 3 some...i promptly said no.  I never told dude I'd had one..His reasoning for inviting me?.."I'm sassy and good in bed..and maybe i could learn the other chick something"..was i to be flattered???  why u sexing her if she doesn't know what she's doing? Oh men, does this work?  Another manhavior funny...a dude i was seeing briefly..asked me and i quote,"am i still hitting that or what."  I laughed and hung up the phone.  Ya know i like honestly like the next person but have some finesse and class..You can catch more flies with honey babies..  I also got invited to a swingers party to watch..i don't think i wanna go, the last one i went to i wanted to put my eyes out.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hugz*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-612560214913359504?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/612560214913359504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=612560214913359504' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/612560214913359504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/612560214913359504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/10/funny-funny-commuters.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-7991582865089854360</id><published>2007-10-16T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T07:04:55.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY HOW YA DOING?  SORRY YOU CANT GET THRU..BUT IF YA LEAVE YA NAME AND YA NUMBER THAN I'LL GET BACK TO YOU(C) DE LA SOUL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.livingroom.org.au/cameraphone/images/treo_650.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis the season for reconnections and settling down.  Some have been smart..acquiring their boos preseason..pregaming and laying the foundation in the summer..kudos!..u need to speak to your late sistren and brethren and provide tips so they won't appear desperate.  It's the ones in a mad dash that are hilarious.. Now is the time that your cellphone queues are over ran with missed calls and text from suitors you once related to but had to change the way you related to them..simply put, something didn't pop off..or maybe it did and it was not so nice.  Rarely in my dating life have i had a miss connection and it comes back around.  Those rare occasions that me and an ex boo just so happen to reconnect..never last long and are fleeting. Maybe that's what makes them rare. *shrugs*  At any rate I guess my stock is on the rise.  Word in the streets is that I'm a catch.  I guess it doesn't hurt to be someones cool home girl after all(put that in ya pipe and smoke it)..and i guess it's not a hindrance after all, that i am a social butterfly.  In this past week alone I've gotten the I miss you emails and text that one tends to receive about this time of year.  One so into the future that he dropped hints of being snowed in together.  This is not the time to be cute but, I find inquiries at this point a bit cliche.  Everyone wants to spend more time indoors and why not hang out with me?  I mean i cook..i have likka on tap..and i seem to have my hand in any number of pots(read: the hook up on anything)&lt;br /&gt;So why do u suppose those people who distanced themselves from you in the summer are back for more in the winter?  Do you engage them?  That leads me to my last question...Are you supposed to be that pressed for them that you're to forget the past indiscretions and move the mission?  And what's up with married dudes..they going hard in the 07...Niggas control ya balls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of leaving the sexiness of my treo for the sexiness of the Palm Centro. &lt;img src="http://digital-lifestyles.info/copy_images/palm-centro-europe-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just view it as a skinnier treo..and i'm on it as soon as i get this 150 upgrade credit..holla!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-7991582865089854360?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/7991582865089854360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=7991582865089854360' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/7991582865089854360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/7991582865089854360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/10/hey-how-ya-doing-sorry-you-cant-get.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-1469150218580204614</id><published>2007-10-15T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T05:16:18.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When your assistance is sought to find a super dope outfit for a tween who's not yet a teen in body/spirit..what do u pick out?  The answer... something super cute.&lt;br /&gt;So me and the bff rip thru the mall with 3 hours to burn.  In tow her niece who's going to a Bat mitzvah.  Now I hate to aggravate anybody but there was somethings i had to know before i went on this mission...such as fave colors..do u wanna show a shoulder? nothing more than that..I wasn't concern about length..just style..something cute enough for a Bat mitzvah on the water in f'ing Nov(but that's another story).  We start in Macy's, Delia's,Gap(?) Arden B., Limited, Express,Black and White and finally Nordstrom.  I had verbalized that we should skip all the stores I mentioned and go straight to Nordstrom..but no...we went in every last store..everything was either too revealing, too casual and not age appropriate..So finally we step foot into BP@ Nordstrom..I go straight for the dresses...Eureka!  A cream and brown polka dot cap sleeve baby doll dress..Yes! age appropriate, fun, and youthful.. I was also amazed at all the color they had available since it is now officially winter in the fashion world.. NEways..For me I felt we didn't have to look  any further it was the dress..i was convinced the fit and everything would be superb..But the bff had to pluck a few more dress..and what happened? The dress i picked was the winner..  Everything about this dress on this girl screamed Yes!I'm appropriate.. Next was shoes..we decided to go down to the rack..she didn't want a kitten heel rather a flat..that was the next challenge..what could be worn against satin..yes..i failed to mention the dress was adorably satin..we decided patent leather with chocolate tights since it's on the water...she loved the idea..found the shoes and the tights.  Mission accomplished..Out of a budget of about 300...we spent a total of 160 complete for this outfit from head to toe..awesome...i think we need our own show :)  Maybe i need to pitch this to tvone or bet...I tried to find a pic of the dress but alas no dice..omg it's hard out here for a tween without a teen body..everything was strapless or backless and i'm like wow..way to age our youth..geez store buyers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a tv on craigslist and the chick said she would drop it off...as my luck would have it I haven't heard from the hoe since fri. morning..that's alright because &lt;br /&gt;I have a tv tuner for my laptop and i think i fell in love with this new gadget..that and window media center...Because I have basic cable so I don't have a tvr function..but with media center I don't have to miss one of my shows again...yippee...my laptop is about 15inch and i don't mind one bit..I'm seriously thinking of not even buying another tv, I'm so impressed..either that or buying a new flat screen monitor and installing windows on my old pc :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www2.victoriassecret.com/images/prodpri/V254771_NA3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I tried the VS makeup when it was in it's infancy stages but hadn't been back since.  But i tried on a color called Cocoalicious..OMG! i love it..For black girls with more brown color in our lips it's a godsend.  It has gold and bronze flicks in it..ya know brown girls with brown lips cant wear anything with a silver in it..makes out lips look like &lt;a href="http://www.warnervideo.com/newjackcitydvd/downloads/wallpapers/pookie1024.jpg"&gt;Pookie &lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girly swap went on without a hitch..a good time was had by all.&lt;br /&gt;We ended our night @ &lt;a href="http://www.tapasteatro.net/"&gt;Tapas Teatro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good food, ambiance, atmosphere and fun.  Check em out if u have a moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-1469150218580204614?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/1469150218580204614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=1469150218580204614' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/1469150218580204614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/1469150218580204614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/10/when-your-assistance-is-sought-to-find.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-272989770554720180</id><published>2007-10-12T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T05:15:01.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Craigslist Bmore sucks...and what's worse, people cant read.&lt;br /&gt;I made my ad specific...and still i got responses from as far as DC.&lt;br /&gt;Geez who knew it would be so hard to replace a 19" teevee...People selling teevees no remotes..teevees, color is slightly off..I mean really I'm not a swap meet.  Having said that I still don't have a teevee.  Zarina offered me a cable teevee tuner for my laptop..if only she can find the dern thing :)  I'm not too worried..one good thing is that i get to catch up on music and reading..things i normally don't do because I'm stuck watching csi, law and order(svu and ci), or any random beauty and lifestyle program.   I'll be damned if i haven't tried to turn that burnout tv back on in hopes that it would pop back on..no dice.  It's not as if I have nothing to do..I have a PS1, PS2, PSP, NintendoDS, and a laptop...and plenny books...I briefly dated a dude that sent me a book a week..we dated for 2 months... so yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday in the midst of my day this guy that's become fodder and padding for my life dating experience pops up on AIM.  Now we briefly had a thing but dude was just an asshole..and often when people are rude and sarcastic(all the damn time) they do it because some shit is wrong internally..yes I'm generalizing but in my experience those dudes that I've dated, that have done this had some deeper issue.  Anyway...The night before when my teevee actually blew he texted me..we went back and forth for about 10 mins and as is with any text/aim/call with dude it always ends with me just leaving the convo(not on a high note..icu mr mobley) So yesterday I mean he's really really going on and on about how he hopes i have a good evening watching must see tv..just all kind of jokes that i wasn't feeling after oh let's see the 15th motherfucking one.  So i merely said..if i had any inkling of romantic feeling towards you..u kilt that shit...then this nigga wanted to play his el sensitivo card..needless to say..fuck that shit..how the fuck u finna be a asshole but have esteem issues...get some help buddy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I briefly went to Eden's to hear &lt;a href="http://2ammusic.net/yamamanym.htm"&gt;Yamamanym&lt;/a&gt; @ Eden's Lounge.&lt;br /&gt;It was supposed to be the kick off to the Morgan State Homecoming Weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I never take part in MSU festivities because i hate when the students stare at me trying to figure out an i the chick that works in the Dean's Office..Yes i am..No you can't turn in your application with me(you'd be amazed) I had a good time...good company and good dranks..I'm glad Bee pried me out my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is the girlyswap and i haven't gotten anything together..I got rid of more than i thought the last time i cleaned out my closet..I'll figure something out..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-272989770554720180?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/272989770554720180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=272989770554720180' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/272989770554720180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/272989770554720180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/10/craigslist-bmore-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-9088394781883036916</id><published>2007-10-11T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T05:05:59.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>R.I.P T.V. 9/98-10/07&lt;br /&gt;I got my tv when i first moved home from college and it was a huge hassle.  I don't drive so I had to wait for someone to take me to get it..and of course by the time I get there the tv was no longer on sale.  So i ended up buying the daewoo tv I have now.  Last night as I was settling in at home my tv just shut off..now this is nothing new because my tv is somewhat possessed and has been that way for the last year.  So anyway it goes off I do as I normally do..unplug it..replug it up and turn it back on..but Teevee wasnt turning back on.. dah well i thought..i need to clean and do my hair anyway..I went back after I did all that thinking teevee would come around..I guess not.  I texted messaged a few friends who had 2 or more tv's...You know these bastids didn't wanna part with one? *shrugs*  So i got on craigslist, search for tv's in my area.  No dice.  I know you're saying to yourself broaden your scope..You see rides are few and far in between and I'm really just looking for some place i can roll my granny cart to and pick up said Tv.  Cross ya fingers for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke up excited because the good fall weather was back..the bite and crispness in the air.. I was so unaware it rained last night..i guess that's why i felt damp when i got up to go to the bathroom but eh, that's another story.  I put my outfit on..and my jacket!  In spite of the crappy tv bit i woke up in high spirits...I'm sure something will come thru in the nick of time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-9088394781883036916?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/9088394781883036916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=9088394781883036916' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/9088394781883036916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/9088394781883036916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/10/r.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-4247224534813291258</id><published>2007-10-08T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T05:40:25.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday started earlyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy..&lt;br /&gt;As of late my friends have been calling early on the weekend, i suppose it's because I'm out in the blink of an eye.  But i got a call at 10am asking did i wanna do breakfast and the Fells Point Festival.  I had no damn idea it was gonna be so damn hot out yesterday.  We got there...parking was horrendous..but the festival was awesome as usual..Found some hot ass vintage screw on earrings..got up on some oysters..some sangria..and some festival eats..It was at this point me and the posse couldn't take anymore and decided to hit Midtown Yacht Club for Football and pitchers of Mimosas*(this is the new sunday ritual).  It's the same place that has pitchers of mimosa for 3 bucks during brunch but yeah..7 still ain't bad...especially when u come in off the hot festival streets.  We stayed planted thru about 4 games...then it was off to a dinner ...People who under bid and don't know how to bid their hands should be banned from Spades..that was totally random but yeah..we coulda won but no dude with the gold teeth swore he was doing something.. :(  I just drank more rum and coke to drown out his crap talk.. Almost didn't make it in this morning but we have a staff meeting.. so yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on the eastern shore Saturday i scoped out a few places with some nice homes...not to say i wouldn't move there but it's an option...for your money you get alot :)  I was in Trappe, MD for a bday party..twas awesome...all the down home cookout food u could want and likka to match...right after that i got invited to dinner..James made theeee spicest veggies I'd ever tasted...Now i love James to death but, all your dishes don't need a scotch bonnet pepper in it..I mean really..i had to swill several glasses of red wine to stop the internal bleeding.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been obsessed with &lt;a href="http://shabourgie.yelp.com/"&gt;Yelp&lt;/a&gt; and u should too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-4247224534813291258?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/4247224534813291258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=4247224534813291258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/4247224534813291258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/4247224534813291258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/10/yesterday-started-earlyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-2256927508345762080</id><published>2007-10-07T08:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T08:39:26.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't think i've had one hairstyle that has garnered so many different nick names..This one hair style has been given about 5 different names...I'll share a few here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mag.awn.com/issue9.04/9.04images/goodman02_johnnyQuest.gif"&gt;the johnny quest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cobweb.lebow.drexel.edu/Organizations/DMA/images/BuddyLee11-05/dma11-05(1).bmp"&gt;the buddy lee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://themoderatevoice.com/wordpress-engine/files/JFK.jpg"&gt;the jfk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.businessweek.com/ss/06/08/personal_reflections/image/15_donald_trump.jpg"&gt;the donald trump&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.100xr.com/100_XR/Artists/F/Fall_Out_Boy/Fall.Out.Boy.jpg"&gt;the fall out boy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny because depending on who u ask and on what day my hair becomes something totally different.  My godkids laugh that my hair is cut like a guys in the back *shrugs* what can i say?  I've never been one to hang on to the norm as far as hair goes..it's another accessory to me.  I've had short hair since i was about to turn 21..some ummm odds years ago I just decided i loved the versatility of short hair. I've had it since..i mean i can always weave if i wanna achieve it...I've always seen myself as the spicy older lady with the smoking grey short hair cut :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h234/sha410/sharp-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At any rate  i totally love my do...and i guess this an appreciation entry if u will :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an awesome weekend..cookouts..dinners and today Fells Point Festival...Awww yeah...i'll prolly duck in and catch the football game as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-2256927508345762080?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/2256927508345762080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=2256927508345762080' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/2256927508345762080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/2256927508345762080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-dont-think-ive-had-one-hairstyle-that.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-8744110874018593562</id><published>2007-10-04T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T05:04:59.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;***SPOTLIGHT ON****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lessondaryradio.podomatic.com/?badge=1"&gt;Lessondary Radio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j112/filthyessence/Crosley11-115U.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you how many times these guys have saved me.  No matter when I click the link..however I'm feeling..the music sedates me..Who knew this morning I was feeling very Black cow...Hosted by various Loud Minority Affiliates, each brings their own personality into each podcast...It's all for the love and it's all for the free..unless u wanna donate..and ain't nothing wrong with that either...move the movement.. So yeah check em out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which...&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/janellemonae"&gt;Janelle Monae's&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Metropolis Suite I of IV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h234/sha410/jane.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With songs like "Sincerely Jane, Violet Stars Happy Hunting, and Many Moons," one can't help but turn it up and spazz out..I love the concept of the whole Cyndi Mayweather cybergirl...because after all we do love a good love story gone bad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-8744110874018593562?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/8744110874018593562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=8744110874018593562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/8744110874018593562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/8744110874018593562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/10/spotlight-on-lessondary-radio-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-4435469743771439332</id><published>2007-10-03T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T05:20:00.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are always those fleeting moments during the twilighting of dawn when I'm dressing for work on a payday..when i think fuck it I'm taking the day off and blowing this whole check on the things I want... Then i get that good ole anxiety...damn i got rent, student loans, cellphones, etc. et. al...will i pay everything out of my next check..what if what if what if what if.  Then I say to myself..carry yo ass to work..sit at yo desk for the first half hour and pay yo damn bills...Being an adult sucks.  Now days after i pay all my bills there's really not alot left..so i end up stashing some in savings and k.i.m.  But i thought back to when i was younger and of course didn't pay rent..how i had a job and i know it didnt pay no more than 250 bi-weekly but it seemed I was rich..Now granted it was like 93/94 but damn...You remember what it felt like to just spend your money and not have a care in the world...I suppose it was because u know u had people to cover u if u needed it but when u get to be an adult that feeling is few and far in between.  Gone are the days of the total check splurge...now everything is thought out planned and milled over.. *sigh*  I think i wanna set my bills up..so sometime in the next few months i can just go and blow some $$$'s on frivolous purchases...it's the spice of life..i mean not just on a pair of shoes or some make up..i mean go all out and go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecheezburgerfactory.com//completestore/128341124703281250Awlin.jpg"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-4435469743771439332?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/4435469743771439332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=4435469743771439332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/4435469743771439332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/4435469743771439332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/10/there-are-always-those-fleeting-moments.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-8401137032650148702</id><published>2007-10-02T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T05:20:29.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woooo !&lt;br /&gt;Back on track and well rested.&lt;br /&gt;Who knew one day, well maybe 2 of some displaced rest could kill your whole works.&lt;br /&gt;Friday I went home..did my hair and crashed.  It was lovely until my phone started ringing.  And i realized a few things...people call me to get a litmus on the night scene.. and 2 they always think my ass is getting my Paris Hilton on...now granted I am always somewhere but, aren't i allowed a breather?  And when i say I'm in the house or sleep niggas wanted to talk and have meaningful conversations...sheeshhhhhhhhh lemme sleep. I tend to not turn my phone off since I don't have a land line. so i guess that's the price i have to pay.. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend i got to take in the Baltimore Book Festival...and i came to the realization that every black person that was at the festival with a book wanted to break into this whole ghetto erotica thing...or this Zane going...and i was appalled.. I mean people read that shit...but damn. :(  every time i turned around it was some scantily clad chick on the front and some slang title.."da milks gone bad."  Or some shit like that..But the highlight was the walking literary tour of my hood...mt. vernon..Now i knew of some of the historic things that popped off but i wasn't aware alot.  Such as Gertrude Stein lived directly around the corner from me while she attended JHU. I regret not getting a pic of the house but apparently the house is on sale/for rent.  Other cool literary types that stayed in mt. vernon include: F. Scott Fitzgerald, Emily Post, Henry James, H.L. Mencken, and John Dos Passos to name a few...Here are a few shots i took:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a281.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/98/m_885e9206d10557efe41ccb29648f7c18.jpg"&gt;Peabody Institute&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a450.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/103/m_9a7085863a6f33cd71a06bcb63cd78c9.jpg"&gt;the stafford&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a836.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/123/m_bea465d78c2712294fee09acfea38a73.jpg"&gt;emmanuel episcopal church&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the set can be seen &lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewPicture&amp;friendID=712531&amp;albumId=1994380"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-8401137032650148702?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/8401137032650148702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=8401137032650148702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/8401137032650148702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/8401137032650148702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/10/woooo-back-on-track-and-well-rested.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-4321038538298486946</id><published>2007-09-27T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T05:44:29.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So i'm operating on 1 hour and 15 mins worth of sleep...It's hard partying like a rock star.  But here i am at my desk.  I volunteered to help my friend Z clean up her new spot but I may have to forgo cleaning today and get my dirty dirty on fri/sat.  I have so much to do when I get home and I really need to see CSI tonight..holla!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far the new fall line up seems to be promising..and i thought to myself..great..another reason to be tied to the boob tube..My 2 guilty pleasure shows are &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/img.tv.yahoo.com/tv/us/img/site/34/31/0000043431_20070926123934.jpg?y=626&amp;sig=RUkitLHcT08C4Rj29zwq2w--"&gt;Reaper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a.abcnews.com/images/Entertainment/09be0467-5b9f-48bc-b7a9-bd04312063aa_ms.jpeg"&gt;Kid Nation&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Both of these shows are seriously funny to me...Kid Nation which i liken to Kiddie Survey and which other critics are likening to &lt;a href="http://just-write.contentquake.com/2007/09/19/kid-nation-youve-gotta-be-kidding/"&gt;Lord of the Flies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to catching up with my other old faithful(csi miami, csi, law and order svu and top model)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blanking out &lt;br /&gt;and i have to coordinate this luncheon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-4321038538298486946?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/4321038538298486946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=4321038538298486946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/4321038538298486946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/4321038538298486946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-im-operating-on-1-hour-and-15-mins.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-5424560076149400431</id><published>2007-09-23T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T13:10:53.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here on my bed on this lovely indian summer day with my house dress and a hoodie on( i actually have my hoodie on my head).  I've been sick the pass few days and this weather isn't making it any better.  When it was cool i had on a jacket and closed toes shoes.  So i'm not understanding how the hell i got sick.  I have a huge luncheon coming up this week and at this point I'm not really feeling it.  The only time i got up today was to make myself breakfast. Ella's not making it any better since she's right here curled up beside me snoring.. I've been in and out of sleep all day thus far.  I was really thinking about calling out tomorrow but i won lunch for my whole office.  I'll go in for that but Tuesday i don't think they'll see me at all.  Friday after work i called myself getting out because i had been in the house mostly all of last week.  Mainly i ended up being annoyed and not breathing..I'll be glad when this smoke ban goes into effect in bmore..because omg my nose was so irritated.  I wish i was on a beach somewhere laid up.  Hopefully i'll feel better in the next few days..bmore book festival this weekend..and it's the second time they've extended it to fri..sat..sun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot what i was gonna write about next..hopefully it'll come to me in a moment...umm nope...ummmm..ummm...dang having connectivity issue on this blue tooth modem is tough..i had an idea but i lost it that quick. *shrugs*  I'll prolly remember it as soon as I'm done this entry and shutting down the laptop..*thinks* still nothing..nothing UGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-5424560076149400431?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/5424560076149400431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=5424560076149400431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/5424560076149400431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/5424560076149400431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-sitting-here-on-my-bed-on-this.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-46275436531131238</id><published>2007-09-21T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T11:12:56.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For Tia:&lt;br /&gt;When i saw these I knew i had to have them...I wanted them in every color but they were sold out..they are my newest obsession..and today is my first day wearing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h234/sha410/HPIM0464.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h234/sha410/HPIM0463.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-46275436531131238?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/46275436531131238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=46275436531131238' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/46275436531131238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/46275436531131238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/09/for-tia-when-i-saw-these-i-knew-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-1774436270830640870</id><published>2007-09-21T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T05:38:12.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N25p5VqOUvE/RvO4Q-IfIFI/AAAAAAAAACY/5RTsYgoSu7A/s1600-h/BIGBLOKE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N25p5VqOUvE/RvO4Q-IfIFI/AAAAAAAAACY/5RTsYgoSu7A/s320/BIGBLOKE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112632603691655250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Blue Moon..I love you...I haven't dedicated a blog to my first love in some time.... beer.  I fancy myself a beer purveyor..Now I've had &lt;a href="http://www.bluemoonbrewingcompany.com/"&gt;Blue Moon&lt;/a&gt; several times..but it's something about it this go round that I'm loving..maybe it's the coriander and orange peel..maybe it's the wedge of orange they serve with it for u to squeeze in your brew.  Anyway it's brewed by the fine makers of Coors..Now i know some of your are thinking Coors is some swill..and yes it is..But when they thought of this fine Belgian white ale...they struck pay dirt...and Outback steak house struck pay dirt by offering an item called the big bloke..it's a frosty 22oz mug of any goodness.  It came down to Samuel Adams who has good seasonal specialty brews as well..Shout out OctoberFest..But these beers remind me of my most favorite time of the year..&lt;a href="http://www.preservationsociety.com/fpff2007generalinformation.html"&gt;Fells Point Fun Festival.&lt;/a&gt;  I always manager to spend way more money than intended..so much food...so many trinkets to purchase..and i love trinkets.. :) I also manage to see an old love or 2 and that's always fun..because i do think i get better with time..and it doesn't hurt that my look is ever evolving..*toots own horn* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 months ago i purchased a pair of satin peep toe pumps..befuddled about when or where I'd wear them..i got them anyway..because i loved them so. I have them on today..my supervisor is out and so is another admin..so you know what that means...Jeanssssssssssssssssss... I have on a Coco brown trapeze top, skinny dark rinse diva jeans and my satin peep toes..accessorized with gold earrings and bracelet..cause the heel is golddddddddddddddddd...yes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-1774436270830640870?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/1774436270830640870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=1774436270830640870' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/1774436270830640870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/1774436270830640870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/09/blue-moon.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N25p5VqOUvE/RvO4Q-IfIFI/AAAAAAAAACY/5RTsYgoSu7A/s72-c/BIGBLOKE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-5047321194238064327</id><published>2007-09-20T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T05:59:26.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was on the bus this morning zoning out to Janelle Monae when i saw 2 white bicyclist riding up The Alameda.  I thought to myself they'll get murked soon.  Not by some random act of robbery..but for the simple fact, that people don't know hand signals.  I remember when i learned to drive...we had a guide book to study that taught u everything.  And now in this day and age..people don't know what the lines mean on the street (i.e. single solid lines..double broken lines..) And mostly i see these line rules broken on the highway..mostly coming out of tunnels..or traveling thru tunnels..anyway the cyclist made a signal for a left hand turn when indeed she was right hand turning &lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/2/2f/Bicycle_hand_signal_left_turn_USA.jpg/325px-Bicycle_hand_signal_left_turn_USA.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/5/58/Bicycle_hand_signal_right_turn_USA.jpg/325px-Bicycle_hand_signal_right_turn_USA.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I giggled inside because, no sooner had she did that, a car was riding their asses as they gave the wrong signal. Of Course u can learn more &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cycling_hand_signals"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;  People if you're gonna use some shit, be correct in your signaling...Happy Cycling!!  This also reminds me of this guy i was with...His car was the worse..not only did he start it up with a spoon(read: he lived in a sketchy neigborhood..on the verge of gentrification)..but the signal lights were busted..so he would roll his window down to signal where he was going...The first time he dropped me off at work it was raining..i asked, what are u doing as he rolled down his window..he looked me right in the face ..seriously and said "I'm signaling right!"  I held my laughter till i got to my desk but he was dead ass about his correct signaling.  To this day when i see dude i always have that image of him signaling in my head...i also laugh imagining him doing  this signal &lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/d/d9/Bicycle_hand_signal_stop_USA.jpg/293px-Bicycle_hand_signal_stop_USA.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-5047321194238064327?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/5047321194238064327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=5047321194238064327' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/5047321194238064327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/5047321194238064327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-was-on-bus-this-morning-zoning-out-to.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-1887031350629322749</id><published>2007-09-19T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T05:49:54.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ok...&lt;br /&gt;It's time to bring my damn cat back..&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting slightly irritated.&lt;br /&gt;I lent my cat out to help with a friends mouse problem..&lt;br /&gt;as of Sunday Ella Irwin had caught them and killed them..&lt;br /&gt;It's now wed. and I'm still without Ells, the Ether that makes ya cat food burn slow...&lt;br /&gt;It's getting really weird not to hear her mewling when i come in from work.&lt;br /&gt;I hate to be a pain..but as of last night he said he was gonna bring her pass...but &lt;br /&gt;nothing...I bout to put out and amber alert in this bitch.&lt;br /&gt;Hell a grey alert!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ring the alarm!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cues Runaway love*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-1887031350629322749?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/1887031350629322749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=1887031350629322749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/1887031350629322749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/1887031350629322749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/09/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-2142681562820740822</id><published>2007-09-18T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T05:25:30.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes..... How do you go from #7 to number #4 overnight???  Stack them players!!...As of yesterday when i went to bed, I was #6 in my fantasy football league.  And this morning I was #4.  This was the original squad i got and drafted with no add ons (I see u champ...your advice has been on point)  I'm super excited and next weeks match up is no contest...I may very well be #3... I love it when a plan comes together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I hate when people are sick and cranky.  Yesterday I went to pick up a few things I left at J's and Z's.  I could tell when I first saw her that she just wasn't feeling.  The thing about being sick, you can't be an ass while you're sick and automatically clear that shit up the moment the Tussin kicks in..fuck that.  So last night Z's boo came over..I was too busy in the game..and checking stats to even think about how she peaced me out..but then again I'm not a hawker..so i didn't care.  J asked was i upset cause she left me and the obvious answer was hell nah..I mean i had a plate full of food, tv on blast and i was talking to a friend via aim..I mean usually when people think I'm doing nothing..I'm doing like 4 things...Damn the multi-tasker in me!  Anyway she went on to say that she and her boo had planned on just laying in the bed all night..I took that as my queue to exit the premises.  I just went in Z's room..Shortly thereafter i left and took my ass home.  Needless to say i don't think they'll be seeing me anymore this week..especially since I'm on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute jacket quest...I really want a vera wang jawn from kohl's..a swing jacket/trapeze type thing..a 3/4 sleeve coat i can layer cute long sleeve tops under.  That's what I'm also on a quest for as well..layering pieces.  I felt very giddy this morning while walking to work in the crisp fall air...i felt very cute..very very cute..and this is my first fall with the hair cut..and it suits me well..Awwwwww me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sips coffee*  I'm sure glad my bestest is back now i can get up on this fresh shape up.  I refuse to let some barber dude hack my shit up...like refuse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. J's son came up to me last night wearing the whole outfit i got him whilst out tipsy @ D&amp;B..He raved about how he liked the outfit.  He gave me a huge hug..awwwwwwwwwwww..kids..so adorable when they're not yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-2142681562820740822?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/2142681562820740822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=2142681562820740822' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/2142681562820740822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/2142681562820740822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/09/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-1498928370361463796</id><published>2007-09-16T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T08:19:04.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a527.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/103/l_efa75a191a48b350897c56bd94e1ee86.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://a527.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/103/l_efa75a191a48b350897c56bd94e1ee86.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Morning!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking around in Georgetown in the rain..fun...getting drunk in the Puma store..more fun...meeting Special Ed...the funniest..  I had a ball friday.  Nothing short of phenomenal.  Good music, good people, and good times.  Per usual DJ Cuzzin B was on top of all the music...so much so I ended up in a dance off with a gay dude.  I met many new friends..I think it was the sunglasses indoors that my friend Dave suggested I do.  I was nothing short of a scene-ster douche.  I even had the outfit (True religion jeans, marilyn monroe tee,plaid nike blazers, pearls, and a shrug cardigan)  I have pics but i left the usb cord at work.  So i guess the pictures will have to wait till tomorrow.  I do know one thing, Absolut 100 is the bomb, the bartender was not.  His ass filled the cup up 60% and put about 10% red bull in the cup.  I mean maybe he was a good bartender and a genius in his own right.  They also should have chilled the Heineken's before we got there.  Oh and they didn't have a bathroom that one could use..so we had to use the bathroom at other spots...and i do mean other spots. *cough*  Anyway...Special Ed was finished with his set and came off stage.  Monica and I was right in his path and got our pics. :)  He even had the same haircut.  Someone said something about his weight..but ya know i mean he's a grown ass man..he's not on that Kevin Liles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends cook out every weekend and last night was no exception.  The weather was beautiful..the food was good..the godbabies were not there tho.  We ended the night by watching Cheaters..I mean what's a better way to end an evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally figured out how to use my Treo as a modem..and that kicks ass because now i don't have to buy a wireless card..which is actually saving me $$, since i upped the amount of money i save per pay for my savings account.  Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend has been gorgeous waking up.  Like i haven't slept in my apt with the windows open in months.  So saturday and sunday morning I woke up with the cool breeze from the fan circulating in the apt.  I was nice and toasty, wrapped in my blanket.  Yessssssssssssssssssssss...And i even went in my closet and blew the dust off of some jackets.  Awesome...i love my fall wardrobe..i'll be adding a few more pieces but that's about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-1498928370361463796?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/1498928370361463796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=1498928370361463796' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/1498928370361463796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/1498928370361463796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/09/good-morning-walking-around-in.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-9041120287756946166</id><published>2007-09-14T08:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T08:35:40.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i118.photobucket.com/albums/o104/mn8_productions/2120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i118.photobucket.com/albums/o104/mn8_productions/2120.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF U AREN'T HERE...YOU'RE NO WHERE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-9041120287756946166?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/9041120287756946166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=9041120287756946166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/9041120287756946166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/9041120287756946166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/09/if-u-arent-here.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245654.post-8897038239739284715</id><published>2007-09-14T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T05:24:59.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night was the first time since 1998 I spent my first night completely alone.  I sent Ella to my friends house to get her mouse hunter on.  I know it'll be good for her getting out,stretching and catching a few mice.  A part of me has always felt guilty since I moved out of my ex's house...We had a huge space..and Ella roamed it like it was her pride lands.  When we moved into our current spot, Ella would sit by the door until I opened it.  I guess she figured i just had her couped up in one room.  Soon she would find out it wasn't so.  One day she ventured out and was met by a complete stranger...she bolted back upstairs to my apartment..mewed and pawed at the door something fierce.  It was then that she realized we weren't in Kansas anymore.  Ella is a fickle type kitty..very snooty..very attitudinal..but she's mine..and to some degree an extension of my personality.  I remember she went thru this phase of wanting to be walked..that was short lived...because she'd walk to the end of the block..and plop her fat ass down..i would stand there a few moments, as if to say "now what"?  I knew the answer....carry me home, jerome!  But it wasn't happening...I'd drag her home(literally)...*shrugs*  I guess you can say me and Ella are more alike than i care to say.  It was weird before when i slept and i'd hear a noise i chalked it up to Ella being Ella but last night..I barely got any sleep..i kept popping up and realizing she wasn't there..I'd feel the left side of the bed and no fur...sheesh...i love my cat.  So now i have a full weekend of this empty nest thing.  I wonder if this is how people's parent feel when they finally leave for college or that next phase of life.  Not to compare a cat to a human but yeah.  I miss her...as ornery..snooty..and attitudinal as she is...she provides me endless hours of laughter and companionship... Hello I'm the crazy cat lady.  Enjoy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-EGk8nI9fvg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-EGk8nI9fvg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted this song a longgggggggggggggggggggggg time ago..but it's timeless and hilarious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck me Pumps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk in the bar,&lt;br /&gt;And you dressed like a star,&lt;br /&gt;Rockin' your F me pumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the men notice you,&lt;br /&gt;With your Gucci bag crew,&lt;br /&gt;Can't tell who he's lookin' to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you all look the same,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows your name,&lt;br /&gt;And that's you whole claim to fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never miss a night,&lt;br /&gt;Cuz your dream in life,&lt;br /&gt;Is to be a footballers wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.testimania.com/"&gt;Testi Canzoni&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't like players,&lt;br /&gt;That's what you say-a,&lt;br /&gt;But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't like ballers,&lt;br /&gt;They don't do nothing for ya,&lt;br /&gt;But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're more than a fan,&lt;br /&gt;Fuck Me Pumps Lyrics on http://www.lyricsmania.com&lt;br /&gt;Lookin' for a man,&lt;br /&gt;But you end up with one-nights-stands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He could be your whole life,&lt;br /&gt;If you got past one night,&lt;br /&gt;But that part never goes right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning you're vexed,&lt;br /&gt;He's onto the next,&lt;br /&gt;And you didn't even get no taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be too upset,&lt;br /&gt;If they call you a skank,&lt;br /&gt;Cuz like the news everyday you get pressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't like players,&lt;br /&gt;That's what you say-a,&lt;br /&gt;But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or them big ballers,&lt;br /&gt;Don't do nothing for ya.&lt;br /&gt;But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't sit down right,&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you jeans are too tight,&lt;br /&gt;And your lucky its ladies night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With your big empty purse,&lt;br /&gt;Every week it gets worse,&lt;br /&gt;At least your breasts cost more than hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you did Miami,&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you got there for free,&lt;br /&gt;But somehow you missed the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You did too much E,&lt;br /&gt;Met somebody,&lt;br /&gt;And spent the night getting caned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without girls like you,&lt;br /&gt;There'd be no fun,&lt;br /&gt;We'd go to the club and not see anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without girls like you,&lt;br /&gt;There's no nightlife,&lt;br /&gt;All those men just go home to their wives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be mad at me,&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you're pushing thirty,&lt;br /&gt;And your old tricks no longer work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should have known from the job,&lt;br /&gt;That you always get dumped,&lt;br /&gt;So dust off your fuck me pumps&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245654-8897038239739284715?l=shainthecity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/feeds/8897038239739284715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245654&amp;postID=8897038239739284715' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/8897038239739284715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245654/posts/default/8897038239739284715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shainthecity.blogspot.com/2007/09/last-night-was-first-time-since-1998-i.html' title=''/><author><name>BewRadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07879966167525187380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a671.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/56/m_f5fdc683b3959c42ab1d692a11da9ab6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
