Ranting is Power.
Tonight I had dinner with two very close friends. One of whom I discovered I have power over. Big ups to Krystal and Becky. You guys remember Krystal don't you? She was last week's hypocrite of the week. And now that I've already called her out once, she's scurred I'magonna do it again. Tread lightly Kris. Tread lightly.
Ranting is Useless.
One of you did not read my rant last night, because if you had you would not have worn that to work today. You know who you are. We talked about this. I won't call you out. But I love you. ;-)
At dinner tonight we, and by we I mean I, noticed an employee of the SPCA who was paying for her food. She was wearing leggings. But there was a twist. She had jeans on over them. So how did I notice she had leggings on? Because her jeans were cut up in the back so we could see them. She was on the Lane Bryant plan. It wasn't cute. I just will never understand this nonsense. It's here that I have to call out my friend Woodson. Why am I calling you out Woodson? Because you promised me. You freakin' proooooomised me that you would spread the word about leggings. And now I know you just are not doing it. You're fired.
You know now that I think of it, I'll bet that's why Krystal is concerned. I did snap that photo right in the restaurant. But I'm sure I'm on someone's rant anyway, so we're even.
Have you heard of Steven Slater? Mr. Slater is the Jet-Blue flight attendant who last week absolutely went off. It's was awesome! Here's the story real quick. Slater gives instructions to stay seated while plane is landing. Passenger 57 decides to stand up and get his/her bags down anyway. Slater tells 57 to be seated. 57 continues pulling out the bag, hits the Slater in the head in the process. Slater asks for apology. 57 tells him where to go. Slater then gets on the PA system on the plane, says muthaeff you, yo mama, yo, daddy, yo brothers and sisters and everyone else within the sound of his voice cuz after 28 years doing this shiggety he's out (I'm paraphrasing). He grabs some beers, sets off the emergency exit slide on the plane, exits stage left. He takes the airport train to his car, goes home and is having hot lovin' relations with his partner (I heard that part from someone else, I don't know how true it is) when the police burst into his house and find him. Now he's under arrest, facing seven years in jail. Folks are saying all kinds of things caused him to snap, like caring for his ill parents; he cared for his father until his death and was still caring for his mother.
How about he snapped because he was tired of taking care of a bunch of stupid a$$, rude, spoiled, dump-trunk faced, snaggletoothed, crooked eye, nappy headed, cheap, whoremungering, raggedy, musty, funky, retarded, chromosome missing, ungrateful passengers for damn near 30 years! How 'bout that? I'm gonna go ahead and guess that has a whole lot to do with it. And how many years does the passenger get who set it all off in the first place? Isn't it against the G-damn law to hit a muthaeffer in the head on a plane? How about you go to work everyday knowing YOU COULD DIE for some impatient son of a basket weaving bulldog to hit you in the head with their luggage? REALLY? As far as I'm concerned, Slater is Batman. He really is. Anyway, there is a movement on Facebook you can join to support him. It's called Free Steven Slater. Look it up and join. I already have.
The stress and news reports were just too much and so Fantasia just wanted to lay down and take a nap. That's what her camp is saying. That's why she swallowed those pills yesterday. Jawn Murray made some good points about why it couldn't have been a suicide attempt on The Tom Joyner Morning Show this morning (even though the police say that's what they are calling it). (1) She has a nine year-old daughter. (2) She was brought up in the church. And when you're brought up in the church you're taught that when you kill yourself you're not leaving enough time to repent for the killing, so it basically an express ticket to Hell. Like I said, good points but I don't know that when you're ready to end it you're thinking clearly enough to reason all that out. And I don't know that anyone with a singing contract hooking up with a married T-Mobile employee is necessarily a good idea either (I'm just sayin'). Now the wife can sue for 9 million in damages for her marriage getting busted up. That's the law in North Carolina. You know I'm going there next month, I'ma be a little more careful than that.
Anyway, come on girl, you're Fantasia for goodness sake! Shake it off. Verizon is supposed to have a better network anyway.
Okay, that was wrong. Pray for Fantasia y'all. Seriously. And maybe me too.
I'm headed for the hills of Lansing, West Virginia with 11 friends. If we manage to get through the weekend without either getting mauled by a bear, drowned in the river or arrested for being "colored" and unable to produce the President's birth certificate or our immigration papers (or being the friends of those who can't), we'll be back on Sunday. Wish us a safe journey. If there's no internet access, eff Brett Favre and have a great weekend!
Love,
Leslie
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