Ms. Candy if ya nasty!!

So,Im about as black as they come, no really. I feel like when it comes to being black and understanding and appreciating what blackness is Im there. Some may disagree but whatever. I love my black shows, love things made by black people and make allowances for my black people under the gyse of blackness.

My work boo calls me Ms. Candy or his little ebony goddess, or his little chocolate drop. I have to say... I relish in it, give him extra hugs, and smile when he writes
"Ms. C -659178" on the rotation list for commission. Ive grown to love this skin and would'nt trade it for the world, but dammit when The Hills is on, I just can't help myself. Now, I know its not all about blackness and whiteness or race, but then again it is. I've been a fan of shows with an all white cast before. Friends, Frasier, Grey's Anatomy... done it, but when it comes to people my age, Gossip girls aint cuttin it. I have tried on at least three seperate occaisons to watch the show and by the time the girl that cheated with the dude in the limo leaves confession, Ive left the CW website and logged onto the YBF. Just can't do it.

Somehow Hills held my attention, and I say that with a little laugh to myself because anyone that tries to deny the captivation of the hills is just crazy.

OK.

So, season four.

As per usual, Spencer is showing his wack ass off jump. Who the hell does he think he is throwing a bitch fit over Heidi's sister coming to visit??? I understand that he could have been given a warning and all but damn... if you intend to get this girls hannd in marriage, why go and piss of the whole family. Lets think smart Spencer!

Snaps for Lauren and Dougie, although they've already given away the fact that he too will loose his damn mind. I sometime feel bad for Lauren because it seems like her friends all bring drama to her for no good reason. Her living situation with Lo and Audrina is comedy and Im glad they got to talk it out. Lo is officially nutso and I'm glad Audrina finally said some shit about it. They need to just end that sitch and move on.

I won't go over the whole show, because I know everyone says the same things about Heidi and Spencer,and Lo and Audrinna and Lauren and Stephanie(DONT TRUST HER). I will however say that the one thing that the show needs is a black person. Not a shell wearing, flip flop wearing, behind long track wearing indiscriminently black chick... I mean a black girl... maybe even a hood chick. When a mutual friend of ours suffered from some discomfort imposed by her man, both Erica and I agreed that she needed some black people in her life to tell her like it is(index finger waving and snake head to boot) and not let her allow some dumb boy to continue leading her astray. Heidi needs the same thing, plus if there was a black person somewhere in sight, I wouldnt have to shake my head at the end to get the excessive use of the word "like" and the sing song voice out of my mind before I talk to my Mom.

Naw brother, ya gottsa getcha own!

So I totally agree with Drake and whoever that guy is that he says was on BET late nights,(I never saw it) You gotta get your own!

I feel some kinda way about biters, but then don't they say thats the highest form of flattery? Whatever...

Dear Summer, I know you gonna miss me, I know we been together like Nike Airs and crisp tees..

But really, I don't own Nike the first, and if you consider a deep v fresh then maybe I guess I could stop getting so pissed about the flattery.

Im looking at the calendar and have to squint my eyes and tilt my head to understand the numbers. Can't believe that summers over. It doesnt even seem like Ive been out of school for three monthes, let alone that Ive been in NY for the summer. I guess I had envisioned this summer more of a vacation than a hustle, and how wrong of me to do so, especially when I know that NY is the hustling capital of the world. Oh well, its over, and all the Pinkberry with David, B&N with Avery, Sneaker shops with Kirt, or Sushi with Julia aint gonna bring those days back. Again Whatever... Fall is here and with it comes the start of my final semester in fashion school, a kick ass internship at Marc, all my fav tv shows, some fly ass Steve Madden Boots that Im scheming on, and the impetus to try a deep burgundy reddish nail polish on my feet AND hands... I don't know... I think it might look nice. More importantly comes that damn nagging feeling that every senior gets when they begin the final semester of their last year of school. The fending off of real world pressure by class after class just feels too good. I complain but in the end I'd take a Russian lady avoiding a compliment and spewing a "generally good" my way anyday over the perils of job hunting. I feel sick thinking about it.

I know, I know, one minute Im asserting my maturity and the next minute Im held up in my spanish hell, going through crackberry withdrawl, avoiding friends, and enjoying my all black wardrobe as it aids in my wallowing. Gimmie about another two weeks and I should be ok.