Two in one birthday parties are the best way for semi-relevant [I'm being kind today] celebrities to join together to generate enough publicity to carry both parties a little further down the road. But when your guest list boasts names such as T.Error Mari and Pleasure P don’t expect to go too far.
I’m just saying. At any rate, call me when Peter Gunz and Mona Lisa throw a birthday extravaganza.
Superhead attempted to get all reflective in a new blog entry posted on her website. Strap your boots on because this shiz is deep.
In December
by Karrine Steffans
December 12, 2008, 11:51 amThere is calm and a real sense of direction and I am saticfied.
As the rest of the world scuttles around looking for that perfect gift for that perfect person, I have already found that gift. I have already found that person.
Something wonderful happens when one comes into her own, when she knows who she is and what she wants and deserves out of life. And suddenly, there is this silence as if the rest of the world does not exist. Then, one day, she realizes that notion is not hyperbolical but is, in actuality, actual.In my life, the rest of the world does not exist since I have created one of my own; a world filled with love, inner peace, patience and understanding. There are times when I have been loud, obnoxious, unhinged and clawing out of desperation. There was a time when I had to put-on for a desired result. Well, now, I no longer desire that result and have found strength in the silence.
I don’t know why Mashonda is allowing Alicia Keys to still be walking around town skinnin’ and grinnin’. Couldn’t be me. I would have booked an appointment with Mama Tina for a roots box as soon as I suspected some shit was going down with another broad and my man. A bowl of her finest dirty rice can go a long way. You think Baby Daniel’s sperm donor wanted to marry Solange?
Flicks of Alicia’s wardrobe change under the hood.
Making big ugly bags just isn’t enough to keep Rozonda relevant. Via press release:
Are you man enough to be Chilli’s new boyfriend?
VH1 and the producers of American Idol are currently searching for Atlanta’s hottest men to compete for a chance at romancing Chilli, the sexy talent from the Grammy-award winning group TLC.
If you’re 21+, live in the general Atlanta area, and think you have the moves to sweep the legendary R&B artist off her feet, submit the following to vh1contestants@gmail.com:
1. : Name, Age and Location
2. : Phone #
3. : Current Pictures
4. : Explain why you think you’re man enough to impress Chilli
PLEASE PASS ON TO ANY MALES THAT FIT THE CRITERIA AND WOULD LOVE A CHANCE TO BE ON TV!
*Eli Porter gaze*
I’m not sure why everybody is all in a fucking tizzy over the birth of Lil’ Wayne’s son and the identity of the mother. Shit like this happens every day on Maury so I’m not moved one bit. So for those who you who give a damn . . .
The rapper’s baby boy, Dwayne Carter III, was born Wednesday afternoon at the Christ Hospital in Cincinnati, his rep confirms to Usmagazine.com.
He has not released the identity of the baby’s mother.
The 26-year-old (real name: Dwayne Michael Carter Jr.) announced he’d soon have a son at Sunday’s BET Hip-Hop Awards.
“I got a son about to be born any day now, so shout-out to him. Pray for me,” he said during his acceptance speech for Lyricist of the Year. [source]
That’s right people, pray for Lil’ Wayne.
Sources tell my friend in the head Miss Info that the proud mother is a Cincinatti, Ohio nail technician / college student / part-time jump-off for Bengals players named Sara. I’m hoping that if I too had that name I could pick up some extra monthy cash in child support but I have the worst luck with entertainers.
Wilson from BlackFilm.com just sent over these flicks Beyaki as Etta James in Cadillac Records. Since I am not going to let my lunch get cold [food over bitches, always] I’m just going to hit publish and walk away.
Black Fran Drescher and Keyshia Cole were suppose to celebrate their birthdays together at Arena in West Hollywood last night until it finally dawned on KeyLoLo that Ashanti was irrelevant as fuck and she decided not to show up.
Or at least that’s how things played out in my mind. Knowing Keyshia she probably hit the scene two hours late with her entourage [read: Frankie, Neffie, and "her sister"] only to discover lil’ sister Shi Shi sneaking trays of food back to her ride. Better luck next time.
Willona Woods reflects on her life’s journey [insert negro please smirk here] while cruising along the highway in her Chevrolet Traverse in this brand spankin’ new commercial. I waited an entire 15 seconds for K-Ci to pop out of the back and burn “What’s The 411″ Mary on the elbow with a crack pipe but it never happened.