Solange stays showing up to some shit with that Ultimate Warrior make-up on. Oh well, a bitch got an album to promote. Sol-edad O’Brien and the Martin Luther King Blvd. Nightmares is available in stores now!
If you follow me on Twitter you already know my heart but for the rest of you: Why the fuck is everybody getting a reality show? Couldn’t we just follow them on Twitter if we cared? Unless they can guarantee to have a family member as riveting as Frankie they are doing not only themselves a great disservice but the rest of us.
Rudy Huxtable is getting a show about shacking up?! Girl, your life on Twitter is for more interesting! You got people pretending they are you, putting Young Ashy aka Malik Yoba’s phone number and shit. And although Fantasia’s family probably does more than one Frankie floating around unless she can come with a new and exciting quick weave for every episode I could care less.
The outfit that Lil’ Llama wore to the Carrera Vintage Sunglasses Launch over the weekend just plain confuses me but her wardrobe usually does! The collar shirt, why? Did she just get off of work at Sweet Tomatoes? I need for someone to explain all of this. Until then I will play with Fantasia’s see n’ say. What’s your verdict?
Freddy O caught up with Frankie at the premiere of Keith Sweat’s Platinum House on Monday night. Showing off her new Dolce and Gabbana boots, handbag, and belt [all courtesy of Keyshia] she let it be known that none of the items came from out of Sheree’s trunk. “My shit is real. I don’t play that fake shit . . . well at least not now,” she says.
Celebrating 3 years sober, Frankie says that she loves the fact that she is now handling her business without the help of anyone. She is currently working on a new book tentatively titled 2 Sides of Every Story and is set to star in a reality show for BET with Neffy.
She also revealed to Freddy O that she just purchased her own condo and has several projects lined up, including a shoe and perfume line called “Hal La!”
Read it out loud, Fantasia style. Holla!
She also wants everybody to know “If you paying, she’s there and for a small fee she’ll come slap the shit out of you.” Sign me up!
He say, she say, but what does God say? Via Baller Status:
Despite how the interview sounded, X states “I have no beef with Diddy,” according to the title of his most recent MySpace blog. The rapper claims that his comments in a recent interview was not intended to be malicious in anyway.
“I wake up this morning and my phone is going nuts. I turn on the computer and find all this sh** about me “throwing puffy under the gay bus” … whatever that means,” X writes. “All this SPIN that you journalist[s] are putting on the statements I made on a radio show — to DIRECTLY effect a guy in a manor not intended — is wrong.
“I got a call yesterday (which caught me off guard) from Diddy himself, stating the club was an after hours spot called ‘Space’ I believe. The rumor mill that has ground this bullsh** out to be the sh** storm that it is, is doing so on its own accord. Like I said at the top, I have no beef with Diddy.”
“All this SPIN that you journalist[s] are putting on the statements I made on a radio show.” Boy, bye! First off, most people who are writing about this are far from real journalists. I know I am. I am above this. I am Queen. As a graduate of the Fantasia Barrino Instatoot of Fine Literature And Quick Weaves I must make that shit clear.
Secondly negro, you willingly made the comment about booty holes and what not, so don’t go trying to retract statements now. It’s too late, the damage has been done! You already know that Puffy has already hired a team of sexy assassins hit men [Cheri + Kim] to handle you.
Diddy is going to have your ass [sweet or unsweetened] singing at Natalie’s for Detective Torres by the end of the week. Good luck with that.
Uncle Clive’s pre-award show party is one of the major highlights of the Grammy Awards weekend. Every year celebs gather in fabulous evening attire to pay tribute to the music exec. I would normally take this opportunity to make a ‘massa’ joke but since this is Black History Month I’m going to keep my lips sealed.
Nippy gave party guests a huge surprise when she hit the stage around 12:30 am to perform a medley of her past hits.
Houston, 45, sported big gold hoop earrings and a snug tea-length leopard-print gown as she confidently strutted across the stage in stiletto heels. Though her voice was not the sterling instrument of her prime, she seemed vocally fit, if somewhat buried by the loud band, backup singers and exuberant audience that cheered her return. [source]