I’m such a jerk! I was so busy worried about my San Diego trip and fixing some Wordpress issues, that I completely forgot about my blog’s One Year Anniversary!
We’ve certainly made some changes. Going from wordpress hosted to thelifeofwanda.com to wandarful.net/blog. Even in the downtimes we kept on trucking, hoping to get more comments.
Thanks a bunch to my few visitors. Thanks to my commenters, Danielle, Felicity, IW, Judith and Marcus.
Here’s to another year and hopefully more to write about.
The alert just came in that Anheuser-Busch agreed to be acquired by InBev. I don’t even drink, but I just know that this is probably the end of an era in St. Louis. I don’t think the presence of AB will be the same in my home town and hearing about the reputation of this company (they are ruthless when it comes to cost cutting) I wouldn’t be surprised if eventually AB goes away. So is the downside of globalization and that really sucks. I wonder what they will rename Busch Stadium?
Posted by mobile phone: Though last minute, I will offcially be attending ComicCon in California in two weeks. I also might hit up Sea World, the zoo and the harbor while I’m up there. I shouldn’t be too hard to spot. I’m the big black girl with a fro at a comic festival!!
Today my sister, Ericka, left on a 6 month trip to Cape Town, South Africa. She’s a PhD in English at the University of Missouri-Columbia (MIZZOU) and at the last minute managed to somehow fanagle herself into this study abroad program.
Considering she will be gone for so long, I took her out to eat for a final dinner. She loves to try new dining experiences and I figured fondue would be pretty fun. I figured she had done it before, but this was actually her first time, as was mine.
The entire dining experience was actually quite long at almost 3 hours and totally wore my booty out! She LOVED it though, so that’s all that matters.
Ericka’s Whiskey Sour and Water
My Virgin* Lime Daiquiri, very sweet and very good.
You could never tell by looking at me, but I love, love, love fashion. Maybe since I find it so intimidating, is the reason why I am void of fashion at all.
My favorite designer is John Galliano, who has his own line and also is the designer for Christian Dior. This is his Christian Dior: Fall 2008.
Classic black people jam. I remember wanting to get a dress like the girls in the video. It’s just not summer until I hear this song. Love pre-superhotness Will Smith, with the Go Speed Racer Go t-shirt.
I want to believe that in real life you are a great person, but today at Big V’s you were acting really, really ghetto. Maybe you don’t know what you did wrong so I am going to point it out to you.
Stop being so loud. Everyone in the restaurant does not need to hear your entire cell phone conversation. That being said…
Get off your cell phone. None of what you were talking about was important enough to talk about it in the bathroom.
Don’t come into somebody’s restaurant and complain about prices. It was bad enough when you were having the cashier tell you all the prices of the ice cream treats because you didn’t want to take the time to read the menu, but then to demand something under a dollar is just plain ignorant.
The word is YELLOW, not YALLA. WTF is a yalla bomb pop?
If you have to ask me to pick up a dime you dropped on the floor because you don’t want everyone to see your ass (as you put it), then maybe your skirt is just a tad too short. I’m just saying.
You should’ve said “Thank You”, when I gave the dime to you, but you were on the phone.
I hope that now that I’ve pointed these out, you might do better next time, because while you were so distracted and being a bit ignorant, the cashier was giving you the stink-eye and being a rude you by not putting your items in a bag and instead just throwing it on the counter.
Today after work I decided to hit a local Barnes & Noble to peruse the fashion, lifestyle and news magazines. Normally I would hit up Borders (they have a better selection), but stuck it out at BN. None of the traditional “white bread” magazine were interesting, so I picked up some new ones. The main fashion mag, V Magazine, is a large sized glossy like W Magazine, though I must say not as good. Besides for a nice John Galliano interview and a couple of small pictorials in the rear it was just okay, except for the fact that the magazine is filled with titties. Just boobies everywhere.
I’m not talking about nipples through a sheer shirt. That happens occasionally in fashion and is no big deal. I turn to page 94, there are 12 naked IMG models staring me in the face. Some covering with a blanket, some full frontal, others demure and some with the “one booby covered but I’m still sexy pose”.
My eyes are burning with nudity so I turn the page…
OMG! 18 more pairs of titties. It’s just too much. Some were even showing what kind of wax they get.
It just makes no sense to me. There’s nothing fashiony about it. They are just naked.
Liya Kebede is one of the models. She’s a one boob girl. I like her too. I didn’t really need to see her partially nude though.
Sigh. Well if anyone is looking for a pic of naked IMG Models, I’ve got a few. hmph.
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