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September 06, 2005

Perms & Bowties

Okay, so…

Rabbi Barry is like the Internet is POWERFUL. He said he’s good on supplies, but he does need extra large shirts and tiny shirts for babies and children. It’s okay if the stuff is used. He also said that whatever supplies and clothing he can’t use, he sends directly to the Red Cross and The Salvation Army in that area. Click on SHOW ALL ENTRIES and then go to NEW ORLEANS to know what I’m talking about. I’m so not HTML and computer savvy so I apologize.

I’ve been speaking with a nice woman named Damita Hines who works near the Astrodome in Houston. Some places near the Astrodome have stopped taking clothing donations because they are quite overwhelmed, however, they do need black hair products. She says those items run out quickly.

If you’d like to send some of that her way, it’d be appreciated. Send those items here:

American Cancer Society
ATTN: DAMITA HINES
6301 Richmond
Houston TX 77057

She’s doing this on her own and not through the organization she works for, so make sure you put it to her attention. Thanks.

Yes, I did see Kanye West on the telethon. I’m not usually the biggest Kanye fan. I’ll admit to popping my neck at a tune of his, but from all the interviews I’ve read and seen, I’m usually floored at the level of his confidence. I know, “from all the interviews I’ve read and seen” means I’m saying I’m not that into him but I’ve managed to be all in his business and yeah, that’s the especially dumb part of being almost uncontrollably interested in pop culture. When is that game show coming? I can kill that fucking game show and win all the marbles. Dude, I totally spotted Turbo from Breakin’ at Virgin the other day, okay. Unless he’s passed away or lost a limb thus ending his breakdancing career or doesn’t really shop in a purple leg bandanna and cheap felt fedora and black and red zipper shirt. But for real, I saw Turbo.

I mean, it’s not the cure for AIDS. It’s just a really well-executed pop song. Damn. I did see Kanye’s speech during live television and I thought it was ballsy and dope of him to do. So yes, I liked what Kanye had to say except he should have left out the part where he mentions his money manager and finding out just how much he could “afford” to donate. Celebrities are fucking hilarious with their rich asses. I’m just one of those people that wore fake Keds and in the later years, totally lived and shopped beyond her means for spiritual enrichment, so what do I know? Totally young, black and female and addicted to retail. Those were the days…

Lionel gets to New York this afternoon. I am feeling so anxious and excited and worried and a bunch of other things I can’t even explain. I’ve never been good at handling someone’s personal emotions during a time of crisis or death. I’m so scared to say the wrong thing. Maybe I shouldn’t say anything at all. I should definitely bake something though.

So it’s time for me to get back to regular content soon because, not to be callous or insensitive, I just can’t take the hurricane sadness anymore. I stopped watching the news after I saw that asshole Tucker Carlson arguing with that insane Al Sharpton (mostly because of the blowout) over whether or not (fucking duh?) race and class play a role in all of this delayed reaction on the part of our retarded president. I’m not one to throw the term MIND-BOGGLING around. The only things that are mind-boggling these days are the gay episodes of MTV’s Date My Mom. I can’t imagine Mercy calling herself a whore while she’s washing a car in a bikini, soaking wet and whipping her hair around, just to win me a date. But that’s precisely how it felt. Bewilderment dashed with a huge gulp of that wine we were saving for a special occasion but ripped into now because I had to get wasted to watch this shit.

After Carlson v. Sharpton, I was sick. I turned it to HGTV after that. I’m totally doing an herb garden.

THANK YOU FOR ALL YOUR EMAILS. If I get any more information that is helpful or useful related to relief efforts, I'll be sure to post it.

Oh, oh, oh.

If you happen to read the Daily News here in NY and you have the one with the picture of a few black men dragging one beaten and bloody white man across the pavement and the headline is ANARCHY on the cover, please be sure to note the tattoo on the left arm of the white dude is an SS tat so maybe that's why he got his ass beat. And who says those black folks aren't helping his stupid ass, carrying him to safety? There was no mention of the tattoo in the article so I'll be the one to point it out. Again, I'm just saying.

Go here to see the stupid ass article I'm talking about:

http://www.nydailynews.com/09-02-2005/news/wn_report/story/342759p-292636c.html

The news is beyond amazing (rolls eyes, shakes head, reaches for the good wine).


Posted by melissah at September 6, 2005 11:55 AM

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