That Nivea wig [reference!] is what my life has been missing.

I had every intention on making this post one of the first of today but then other fuckery came up and it fell to the back of the stack. I mean really, your cousin calling 911 to complain about her shrimp fried rice > this shit. You can’t hate me for that.

I’ve never worked at record label before but I can guarantee everybody alive the Def Jam / Roc-A-Fella promo department circa 2005 understand my lack of enthusiasm regarding T. Error Mari. I can’t, I won’t, and you shouldn’t either.

Just kidding! I hope her record goes on to sell a million copies and her comeback story is turned into a made for television movie starring Tamala Jones. I’ve always thought they resembled any how. You think she will let me follow her on Twitter now?