I Did a Bad Thing in North Carolina.

What the hell am I gonna do. I came here with my running shoes (unused...meh.) my trusty black heels, my moccasins, and a pair of sandals.
2 weeks later.... I leave with this (4 pair not pictured. Please. Don't judge....)
Ladies and Gentleman. I have a problem. Not the glaringly obvious addiction to shopping (although I consider it sport.), but rather. What the fuck kinda Houdini magic do I need to do to get back to New York?
Flight is at 1:30pm. I've got 12 hours to literally make a miracle occur.

Junior Mafia's the Clique.

KO KID MIXTAPE RELEASE PARTY. JUNE 5th

KO. Kid's Mixtape Release Party!!

• June 5th

• Jack Sprat on Franklin Street.

Duh, I'm trying to come back to town for it because I am just SO proud of the kid-bro and I want to be there to celebrate his success.... But, If I can't make it, I'm gonna need some representatives to report back (or, ehem, live feed the entire show, like many of you did for me during his May 16th performance. haha)

Lindsay Lohan.

I rarely blog about what celebrities are doing because I figure, yall have computers and access to mags, and so like, why am I gonna re-tell the same gossip thats on the next site. However, this (and I think this may be the first time??) I have some comments.

Our dear friend Lindsay Lohan. SMH. SMH. SMH. I mean, first: die, because I used to be obsessed with her because she was hot, and crazy red haired, and normal-people sized-- basically the shit circa Mean Girls. second: I even thought she was cool and like, interesting when she got all Hollywood-skinny and doing drugs and wild and randomly dating Samantha Ronson, you know...

But now? She's inappropriate, uncomfortable (re: her father, her twitter account, her whole everything), drunk, skelly, and on Death Watch 2010. And I don't like it.

Who. The. Eff. Goes to Europe, blows off their court date and then tries to claim they lost their passport? Liar. Freakin Liar. I don't know about y'all... but I've been to Court. The Man's gotten me down before too. The last thing I thought to do was to miss my court date, and then Lie. I mean, damn. The Judge didn't play no games with her retaliation. I think she deserves it. I hope she can get her shit together and save her career (although, her leggings line is sorta dope).

Judging Li.Lo's face in this picture... it's only going to get juicier from here.

Oh... Nice Suit. For real... like, it's really well made.

My God Son, Cooper.

I FINALLY got to see my god son, Cooper after many months away. And, I must say... I am reconsidering my position on pet ownership. Like.... I don't really like animals like that. I appreciate them, and I get other peoples' obsession with their pets, but that's not really my thang. Cooper became my god son the old-fashioned way (mainly, I just decided he was and his momma, SM, agreed.). We spent a lot of the early days together (I'll call them, Cooper: brand new), back when he was sniffin crotches, buckin on other dogs, and knocking over children and women. I heard all about him when I was away, (during Cooper: Man on the run.) When he got locked up for 2 weeks for takin down some old lady when her yappy dog tried to step to Coops. So, seeing Cooper now, (lets call him Cooper: Mellow Man) He's just chillin, no barks, no bites, just a lot of love. Look how happy he was to see me in this picture! ( I took the snap too late to catch his winning smile) 

Anyways, a few things have changed. I'm not longer anti-pet dogs (happy?? K.beau??) and, I bow down to the pet-parenting skills of SM. For a while I agreed with her grandpa Clyde when he was like "leave cooper in the woods" hahahaha but now I'm glad she'll have him in NoLa.

Love this Picture.

Found this picture over at The Fashion Bomb taken after the MET Gala this year and I had to post it because I loved it.

Atlantic City Getaway.

So my parents came up to New Jersey for a conference that my dad was attending, and E and I decided to go and stay a couple days. It was the perfect post-finals getaway/mothers day trip. We stayed at Harrah's in AC, which was surprisingly nice. They had a great seafood restaurant in the hotel which we ate at twice (see me and daddy in our bibs before eating crab legs).

The thing about me and gambling is that I freakin love it. Scratch-off, powerballs, and slots--- yes please. The slots got me excited in Vegas so I was determined to teach E and my mom how play the $.25 slots. I'm the most unlucky person that I know, so I didn't do any actual playing, and my dad is sort of the same (picture of him below, gambling for the first time--- he lost it all) However, E has a magic touch! and walked away with a sweet lil win. (we split it, duh). 

I imagine there will be at least one more trip to AC in my future... It wasn't quite Jersey Shore, but all of Jersey isn't that bad.