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  • I kid you not.

  • You will never reach your destination if you stop and throw stones at every dog that barks. ~ Winston Churchill HT: Wendi Lynn‘s twitter feed

  • Oh man. I miss being a kid.

  • Canadians can cast votes for the People’s Choice Awards. (Check the forthcoming URL. It says “cdn”.) Would you believe that Chris Pine and Zachary Quinto are in the same category? I kid you not. A part of me started to lean towards Chris because of his talented turn as Captain Kirk. But then I felt…

  • …of this doll? Maybe ’cause I almost was her–hairwise–a few short months ago. Check out one of her friends. Gorgeous, eh? *sigh* *walks away* I can’t believe a doll–A DOLL, of all things!!!–is making me wistful. Have mercy. HT – Custom DREDS for your Fashion Doll

  • I cut my hair yesterday.* It was insane. I’d bought clippers at least a month ago from Walmart. I tried my best to be patient. I took my time and made sure I had enough new hair so that when I cut it, I wouldn’t be completely bald. (I have a friend who’s been scalp-baringly…

  • I have the DVD. Two disks. No complaints. This video pretty much summed up the reaction I had. In my head, I mean. (HT – Space: No Uglies) As for the next film, do you remember this post? At the end, I wrote the director a note. Dear J. J. I want another Trek. By…

  • Hey Readers! I’m busy. I hate love my life. I miss writing, and in particular, blogging. Here’s something I scratched up a while ago… Enjoy! I keep scratching up notes for entries on my transition into small-town living. But I’m lazy too busy to develop them thoroughly…In the meantime, let’s talk about food!!! For health…

  • I would like to see this film. I’m curious. As an aside, I was a bit irked when they started talking about weaves. There are plenty of black women with straight(ish) hair, whose strands are all theirs. Overall, I don’t have a problem with educating the public regarding the cultural insanity that involves black women…

  • Sitting here alone on a summer evening…What could be better than the gift of good, glorious music?