-what i can not complain about was mariah carey on saturday night and yes bitch and i did actually go see the concert and it was actually very good. say what you will about the diva bitch that she is protrayed as or is but girl can fucking sing. unlike all the poptarts out there since she is not concerned with dancing and shit she sings the whole way through and not skimping out on those ever famous high notes. it was good. except for this whiny guy named tray or tre or whatever but he sang two really bad r-kelly type songs and i almost left if he broke into a third but he was just there to keep us 'entertained' while she did a costume change that consisted of adding sunglasses and a necklase to what she was wearing previously. but ya. and busta ryhmes as an opening act was not too shabby either.
-i was waiting for bitch to get off work yesterday so i was in chapters and i always make a point of going to the art section to see if there are any more dali books that i do not already have and some dumb chick is standing in front of all the andy warhol books and she goes DARREN WHO IS ANDREW WARHOL .... IS HE A SINGER... WHY DOES HIS NAME SOUND FAMILIAR and i almost puked at her stupidity. to top it off her boyfriend did not even know. i wanted to say something but i saw she was wearing ankle socks with her flat half open toe shoes and i figure it would be a lost cause. she knew who tupac was though because she squeeled when she saw that 'TUPAC JUST PUT OUT A NEW BOOK... I MISS TUPAC... I BET HE STILL IS ALIVE...' um ya. i wish you could hit random strangers and not get charged for it.
note: i think it may be the excess snot but i think the guy throwing the punch is sorta sexy in that hillbilly way.
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