Tumblr.

This blog sucks compared to my tumblr. I am going to stop doing this sooooooooooooon.

A haunted woman who can't outrun her ghosts....

I LOVE HIM.

Lets discuss my latest obsession. Jamie Lidell.



He is a weird hipster who sings like a strong black man. 2 of my favorite things...combined. Love him. Love Him. Love Him.

Quote of the day

"You say I'm crazy....I got your crazy"

-Britney Spears, "Womanizer".

My Obession of the week.

American Idol Karaoke for Nintendo Wii.

Why? I have this fantasy where I audition for American Idol. It just happens to be the year they are looking for a full figured black woman to win. I make it past the 2973273297 rounds, See Simon, Randy, Paula and the new judge(What is her name) they love me, bam I go to hollywood, bam I win lots of money and world celebrity, I outsell Carrie Underwood and never work another day in my life.

Thats not going to happen, so the closest thing I have is this amazing video game. I am currently doing a rendition of sheryl crow "If it makes you happy". I love my life.

Compliments

I got one of the most interesting, random compliments last night. I think it was a compliment at least. I went to a party and started talking to various people throughout the night. I was talking to this guy and this girl and they were both commenting on how much they enjoyed hearing my voice, which by the way disclaimer is ridiculously low and resounding. People have always thought I was a man in the background, or an old woman, I have never liked my voice nor found it calming, sensual or anything other than mildly tranny-esque.

So the girl I am talking to says "Oh I love your voice...isn't her voice hot?" says to the man standing next to me, "Yes, it feels like she is sucking my dick, when she talks" he says. "Yes, yes her voice is great, Oh my God". At this point I remove myself from the conversation(mentally) and wonder did he just say my voice reminded him of a tranny-hooker giving sexual favors? Is that a compliment? I thought on this for a good 10 seconds and came back to the conversation and said "Thanks, I appreciate that". I guess the power of my voice is so strong it not only is auditory stimulation, but it also goes into tactile stimulation.

Maybe I will start recording audio books. All that said, that was the weirdest, interesting compliment(?) I have received.....ever.

TRUTH

I had another realization tonight......

I AM a beautiful, intelligent, strong, brilliant woman.

Where the HELL is my husband?

I love this city.

So I have been thinking about moving to NYC/L.A to further delve into the world of fashion, but I realized that I love San Francisco alot, and its going to be hard to leave it. I had this revelation while eating a tamale at 2 am at a taqueria deep in the heart of the mission. Where am I going to be able to get mexician food in the wee hours of the morning if I move? Where else can I be surrounded by 3 sides of water? Where else can I see raccoons scurrying across the street as I am dropping my friend off at 3 in the morning, and where can I get a hibiscus margarita?Where can I attend weekly karaoke on a thursday? Only in San Francisco. I have met so many amazing people, and done so many amazing things in the last 2 years, that I don't think I would have/could have done anywhere else. So.....


Here's to you SF.

If I see one more attractive homeless man...

I am going to open a shelter....in my house.

I saw a beautiful homeless man on the muni a couple days ago, and before that I saw another man, whom at first glance I assumed to be a hipster, walking around my neighborhood. After I saw him dig in about 3-4 trash cans, I realized he was a homeless man. And a good looking one at that.

So I am going to start a blog called Gay, Hipster or Homeless. And its going to be random pictures of men around San Francisco, and I want people to decide if they are Gay, Hipster, or Homeless. I play this game everyday when I see an attractive man in a flannel shirt and I need to find out what he is before I give him my number.

You don't ask for no diamond ring, no delicate string of pearls.....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4-D8yV_klm4


I think this song is beautiful. Maybe its the simplicity of it, but everytime I hear it, it makes me happy.

thats all for the ramblings of an emo 24 year old woman for today.

My obession of the week.

I pretty much have a new favorite thing every week, blame it on the a.d.d that I am cursed with, but this week I am obsessed with Ladyhawke. I downloaded her album about a month or so ago, and I have been obsessed ever since. Sooooooo Goooooood.....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F1HDZNR9cY4

I listen to that song at least once a day. It is making me want to move to Paris instead of NYC. But that would require a visa and learning another language blah blah blah, and I think there is a lack of blacks in Paree? I don't know. I went when I was 16 and I just remember wanting a glass of milk...badly, and when I got some it wasn't "milk". It was white and warm, and buttery. NOT liquid ice cold pasteurized milk. Anyways, I am rambling about milk right now, that's not important. What is important is watching that Ladyhawke video and dancing around to it, cause that is fun.

As for my goals in 2009, I have yet to save any money or go on a date so I am 0 and 0. But hey its only my 3rd week, and I was sick so I don't think that counts.

Can I get A.....

I hate being sick.
Cough. Boo.Cough. Sneeze.
If there was a list of things I hate it would be.

-Being Sick
-Evil People
-Cramps
-DPT

Note, being SICK is at the top of it. Hopefully I feel better soooon

I'm gonna show this town, how to kiss these stars.

I reached a decision.

I am moving to NYC in October 2010.

This gives me 20 months, to get more assertive, save money, and not be so scared.

The entire idea of it scares me though.

I love San Francisco.

I love routines and being able to come home to an apartment that I have lived in for 2 years.

But comfortable is not a way to live your life.

That's all my thoughts on it for now.

LOVE.

I am buying this beautiful Marc Jacobs bag tomorrow. and I am so excited. True I will be eating beans for the next week, but I don't care. I love it. So this is love.