I'm So Excited!

Today, I will be interviewing this man. Johnny Polygon for YRB Magazine. It's going to be so super dope, I don't even know the words to say! If you've never heard of him, get that rock of top of you and follow me.

Whatchu Talkin' 'Bout Willis?!

Possibly, Willis could be talking about how Gary Coleman looks like Death in a pair of Crocs. Tres scary.What the hell happened to you my dude? Warning! Nightmares to follow. Seriously.

Tensions Are As Hot As The Deep Fryer

Oh lawd. What possessed Popeyes to have a special last week...8 pieces for $4.99? I guess the same reason Beyonce is selling $20 I Am Sasha...Fierce tour tickets. We're obviously in a recession, but does that justify these chicken loving fools to have this type of reaction?



I guess if it were me and I was looking forward to my 8 pieces of deep fried goodness, I would have to raise some hell too. The hilarity of it all is just so good, I could just deep fry that and eat it.

Puerto Rican Pics.

I know I promised you guys some pics. And because it's Friday evening, I gotta rush and put up only a few.

Yes, we were drinking on the beach, at night. Safety first!

We were REAL excited to be at the Bacardi Factory!

Fin. For now.

Also, my boy Jake posted some pics on his awesome blawg. Check them out here.
Honestly, more to come whenever I have the time/stop being lazy!

Dani [plus] Day 26 [equals] A Sexy Good Time.

Who loves Making the Band? I know I do. I got a chance to sit down with the fellas of Day26 (minus Willie) and chop it up.

Read here.

Oh yeah and unfortunately I am not the editor of the site, so, those grammatical and spelling errors...don't look at me!

Shock Me Like An Electric Feel

Fresh off the boat from Puerto Rico. Ok, so there was no boat involved, but your girl is back from her magnificent vacation in Puerto Rico. I had a crazy amazing time and have got to start traveling more. Pics will come soon, although I have posted a few vids on my YouTube.

For now, take a listen to what I'm currently putting on repeat on my DaniPod.

Uhmmm...

No words.

My Newest Obsession

Mia from Taking The Stage is the epitome of talent. This chick is in high school. HIGH SCHOOL! I have a thing for singer/songwriters because they're obviously more talented than your average manufactured vocalists.

This show has become one of my new obsessions, because you get to see so many talented kids showcasing their craft. The drama on the show is cute. It takes me back to those high school days with crushes, dances and skating rink parties. Oh, those were the days.

Either way, listen to Mia sing one of her original songs, "Clearly." Enjoy.

Kanye The Gay Fish

Ok, so I'm not sure how late I am, but I was just sent this video this morning and I cannot stop laughing. I've never been a South Park fan, but they got me now.



Everyone knows there are a lot of (for lack of better word) down low dudes in the music industry. I actually happen to know 100% that some of your favorite rappers like it up the ass.

But calling Kanye gay because his pants are uber tight, that's lame. Yes, the cartoon is hilarity at it's finest, but I honestly don't think 'Ye is a dick in the booty ass.
See! Totally un-gay.

Finger Lickin' Good!

By now, I am sure y'all have seen the many marketing and capitalizing ways of Americans with this new Obama craze. Obama's sweeping the nation! Get your Obama plates, underwear, comics, and now, you can get your Obama Fried Chicken! Oh man, why not add Obama's Watermelon Shack or Obama Hair Braiding? Maybe we're just a little too proud of our new President?It's amazing what google image has done for my life. What's more amazing is what pops up when you type in "Obama Fried Chicken." I am actually a big fan of racism. Sue me. I love comedy, especially when it's true. I will admit that I savor everything on that racist Obama buck up there. Mmm ribs and fried chicken, how I miss thee. And to wash that down with some RED Koolaid and watermelon for dessert, mmm mmm mmm!

Either way, now I feel a bit silly for purchasing these suckers. At least I don't get my chicken from Obama's Fried Chicken.



Obama and Michelle earrings. Straight outa Harlem. Money makin' Harlem. Anyone who knows me, knows that I am a sucker for accessories and well, I love Obama n' Them just like y'all do. Let me support the best way I know how. Bow down to my earrings!
Let the Obamanations roll! Get it? Just in case you don't (abominations) :)

'Tis All.

Eff Age, Intelligence, Chemistry and all that.

Wow, that was short lived. My walk on the old side with my Forty-Five ended as quickly as it began. We clicked so amazingly over the phone--convos were always healthy and filled with passion on both of our ends. I said just yesterday to a friend of mine, even if this doesn't work out romantically, I want this man in my life. He's different, a breath of fresh air and just fits me.

The cool thing about him was the fact that he was from this old school rap crew--The Ultramagnetic MC's. Yeah, your girl pulled a celeb of sorts. o_O Well "Ced Gee" was credited with making the sample game what it is today. So, suck it Yeezy!

Last night was the proverbial straw that broke this budding relationship's back. After I came home, I went over to Planet Fitness where they had this amazing new $10 a month and $1 down deal that I had to take advantage of, so my Forty-Five met me over there.

All was cool on the way to my house, but then in the back of my mind, I thought, it's late, am I sending the wrong impression? The impression of hanging out at my house on our first real chill time together. Keep in mind, since we met at 72nd street, it's only been phone calls. He certainly had me up on a pedestal, talking about getting me a ring, a house, always appreciating me, going through the good/bad/struggles, all that. He wanted me around. He even called me "the one."

So what happened? Shortly after getting to my house and turning on For the Love of Ray J, he started making his self righteous assumptions. Claiming that since Ray didn't have any black chicks in the final three that he is a self hater---hates his race and all this other pro-black bullshit. Then he goes into why I must have some because I told him that I dated outside of my race. I let all of that slide.

Even before we got to my house, this dude pointed out an advertisement that had a man in a Scottish kilt and he called it some "faggot type shit." Now, anyone who knows me knows that I have a lot of gay friends and that my best friend is indeed gay. So, anyone I date, would need to have some basic form of tolerance. You don't have to accept it, but you don't have to be ignorant about it either. This mess is coming from someone who claims to be so enlightened.

Fast fwd to after Ray J goes off. He's laying there saying he's tired and he wants to crash. Ok, sleeping over on the first "date" a definite no, but this guy is different, remember? So, I let him stay. I asked him before I climbed into bed if we were going to talk ourselves to sleep and he said he didn't have the energy. Ok, fine. I lay down, get good and comfy and he goes to kiss me and it's one of the grossest moments of my life. His tongue tasted sour and it felt like he had no clue what he was doing. After about 5 seconds of that, I turn over and try to get some rest.

This fool then takes this as an opportunity to climb on top of me and begin humping my butt like a horny 12 year old. At this point, I am in complete shock. Here I am, laying here, not reacting because I'm in shock and this guy is still humping me. I ask, what are you doing? He says, humping you. Wow. Straight forward. Crazy how just a couple hours prior, that was what I dug most about him. I asked him to stop, he pulls my shorts down. I try to push him off, he says, I want to nut. He tells me he is about to cum on my shorts ( and yes this is in real time) and I say would you PLEASE just stop!? He pulls my pants down farther. I am pissed and gaining some strength at this point, passed the initial shock. I tell him to GET OFF OF ME and I push him.

He rolls over like nothing happened. I'm laying there shaking, crying and feeling used. I thought this guy was different. He doesn't even ask me why am I crying or anything. He just lays there. I say to him, do you even care? He says, about what? About the fact that you claim to be so different and you treat me like a sexual object. I have never in my life felt so used. At least these other dudes out here pretend to romance me first before humping me like a dog in heat. He says, what's romance?

I tell him it's the time between when you first meet someone and when you ask them to marry you. (Thanks Love Jones) It's letting someone know what you mean to them. He tells me I'm living in a fantasy world. I said no, I'm living in a world that I think I deserve more than just a hump in the dark. He tells me that the "chemistry" that he thought we had was nothing. Just a few hours ago, I was "the one." Now, I'm nothing. Right. You can see yourself out...of my life.

I guess that just goes to show, even when a man is completely upfront with you, he's still a liar, manipulator and jerk. I try my best not to let the next one pay for what the last one did, but I am going to have a hard time opening up after this. It seems like one disappointment right after the other, How much of this BS can one person stomach?

Age is something more than just a number.

So, there I was (a couple weeks ago) leaving Susan L. Taylor's house and walking towards the train station, blabbing on the phone to my good friend, Aleisha about how the night went, when this man approaches me, looking like a poor man's T.I. Sounds like a bad description, but he's actually pretty attractive. He was clearly trying to holler at yours truly and like I normally do, I was trying not to notice him. I don't know why I do that. Most times, these dudes have nothing good to say or they end up being completely useless, so I disregard them. I need to stop doing that.

He wasn't going to give up, so he tapped my shoulder and handed me a piece of paper with his name and number on it. Underneath that, it said, "Someday." I really dug that. I actually called later that night with no luck. So, I sat that paper to the side and forgot all about it until the other night when the clock struck 12:30 and I was wide awake and bored with my DVR. I called it again and realized that I dialed one number wrong the first time.

Dude picks up on the 3rd ring. Sexy voice, check! He remembers me and with significant exuberance. So, the conversation begins. We talk about everything from religion, family, sexuality, work, family and everything in between and I haven't had a conversation this good in a long time. It was exhilerating. I thought I lost that part of myself that was interested in getting to know someone--or at least stifled it.

Well the conversation went on until 3:30 and we both didn't want to tear ourselves away from each other. I didn't expect that. At all. He's definitely smitten with me and I'm trying to keep myself from getting to that point. He sounds like the perfect kind of man, right? Well, isn't there always some sort of catch? Well, his catch...he's 45. He was going to college when I was entering the world. Insane. I've dated older before an I have friends that have and it's honestly not a big deal, but when thinking in terms of the future...

I've always self-sabotaged relationships, ridding myself of someone when there was one thing that I thought I couldn't deal with. I don't want to do that anymore. But...45?!