Happy Birthday to Britney Jean.
To me, it’s all very simple and you’re making it very hard. You like someone, so you be with them. Fin.
PARISIAN STREET ARTIST: LEVALET
While everyone raved on about Banksys’ NYC residency, I’d taken up following French Street Artist, Levalet. My friends keep sending me snapshots of his work around Paris, since then I’ve been finding his treasures through his website and from his followers on Instagram. His black & white wheat pastes are fresh and playful – interacting with their surroundings in a way that continues to amuse me the way Banksy did in the past.
So glad I found this. Levalet!
From Kristen McGuinness’ book:
51/50: The Magical Adventures of a Single Life
Shit got real last night #thursdays #becauseican #halloween
This promotional image for The Game’s new mixtape (or is it an album?), Operation Kill Everything, perfectly depicts how I feel about it.
Is he paying attention to the hip-hop game right now? Becuase it’s pretty weak. I mean, Juicy J makes significant amounts of money. Yet, he still can’t get his act together.
Back in 2005, when 50 Cent reigned supreme, The Documentary dropped. That was an album. That was hip hop…Blast it out the speakers hiiiipppp hoooooppp.
Speaking of HIIIPPP HOOOPPP..
Nas, can you round up everyone floating in space, including JTT and Jay-Z and come back down to Earth? ‘Cause all we got down here that actually makes any good music that GETS PLAYED is Kendrick Lamar and second-rate Mase aka Pusha-T. Oh yea, and J.Cole/Drake/some other skinny dude, rapping about some girly love bullshit.
I turn on hip hop to hear about hip hop.
All about The Game. Which brings this full circle.
JTT, get some help.
tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?
Can’t have just one. My toys on my desk.
And boy did I get drunk.
All Hallows Eve: I was really just going to stay home. I took off my work clothes and curled up in my bed, pulled the covers tight around me and settled in with the movie “Revolutionary Road.” I was tired, and my throat felt scratchy. Winter was making an early descent into New York City and it had been drizzling on and off that night.
'It would be better to just rest tonight,' I thought, as I rubbed my make-up off. 'I have work early tomorrow anyway and my costume isn't even laid out.' I texted my friends to let them know I'd be staying in.
My best friend called in distress - he needed me to accompany him. I just HAD to go. MUST. It was tradition that we celebrate Halloween together, on Halloween, at this particular local bar.
After a 15-minute back-and-forth, I agreed, slid out of bed, showered, threw on my costume dress, brushed my hair and teeth, grabbed my mask and headed out the door.
4 Vodka Clubs, 3 fireball shots, and 4 Jamesons’ later… Life was grand. And yes, I did get to work the next day.