"JustTrina"

SERIOUSLY!! I am speechless. No sardonic comments, no quippy returns. I'm shattered. The title's all I got... But it explains why *NYSYNC won't get back together; I couldn't maintain a professional relationship with Justin Timberlake, starin' at me with those baby blue eyes, pursing those sexy little lips... I, Lance, for one, understand what you were going through. But how messed up are the young ladies that had his poster on their walls?!? :-P

Well, I'm headed to NY for my family reunion and unfortunately, I can't really visit anyone. I'll be there Wednesday and will probably hit the ground runnin' from there. See Auntie, Da Princess and Wendy around the way and that's all. Wish I could make it out to my favorite boro for a heart to heart with my Hetero-Life Mate, but things won't unfold that way. Now, I'm not excited for this trip which is probably why I'm going to enjoy it. It's in Baltimore this year and fine men are a dime a DOZEN in that area. My weakness for the mirror lovers will surely be tested, not that I'm complaining, cuz if there's one thing I love, it's f'n eye candy. So I kinda got asked out on a pseudo-date this past weekend. I was passing Marcus Friday evening on my way home and we talked about our weekend plans. I had nothing planned but more work and packing for NY and he invited me to watch Superman Returns at the IMAX theater. That's right, Sunday n...

I was driving home yesterday listening to my satellite choice, XM , when I heard the beginning rift of a rock song. Not a fan by choice, I looked at the info and read that the artist was Ashley Parker Angel of O-Town and There & Back fame. Neither a fan or a hater, I changed the station. Then a pop song I happen to like came to mind. I turned back to the station with Ashley cuz I had a feeling the song I was thinking of sounded like the song I'd just changed. Sure enough, when I changed back to XM30, it was "Let U Go," a song I'd sang for months not knowing who the artist was. Then I wondered if that's happened to anyone before, singing a song and loving it not knowing the words or the artist. Keyia does it all the time, but I just wrote her off as being abnormal. There really was no point here, just something interesting to share. Oh, and see Clerks II tonight...I am.

So an ex-boyfriend called me the other day. He said he'd "arrived in my town" and would like for me to give him a call. So I did. And you know what, it wasn't so bad. Wasn't phenomenal, but wasn't bad. Is this the beginning of a friendship that's labored at best? Absolutely not. I will give him some highlights and pointers for the Atlanta area, but babysitting his son or giving his girlfriend tips on where to shop are out of the question. I'm just not that mature. I made the call, I deserve the f'n medal of valor for that move alone. The whole thing is reminiscent of the scene in Closer when Clive Owen (Larry) and Jude Law (Dan) are having what seems to be a very civil conversation. Just when Dan's starting to feel better about himself and leave Larry's office, Larry says, "Dan, I lied to you. I really did fuck Alice (Dan's ex-girlfriend). I'm sorry I had to tell you, but I'm just not big enough to forgive you, Buster....

Lady in the Water was...AWESOME!! But that's not what I wanted to say... Welcome back, John Mayer . The world's been pretty sad, lonely and cold without you. Look for me at Chastain Park, I'll be the one wearing nothing but a guitar (strum strum me, you maestro!!)(okay, that was corny, but I laughed (out loud...I'm gonna get fired) so DEAL WITH IT). And Justin , good job on the comeback, I missed you dearly. I'd rather a song of yours grow on me than no song at all. Justified is scratched to all hell and now I look forward to FutureSex/LoveSounds.

I was arguing with my boo (the Goddess) last night about a new diet we're on when I noted something about her specch. People who have spoken to both of us say that were our voices not so different, they'd think they were talking to the same person. Which is expected. When you hang out with a person constantly, your mannerisms and sayings blend together. Same thing with Wendy and myself, we've originated (and spead) many new terms. "Disrespect", "hardbody", "(blank).com", our conversations are filled with words outsiders may not get. It's all a matter of the mutual influences we have on one another. The same way we share terms and inflections that work, we each maintain our individuality. There are some terms Wendy uses that I just can't get to work out for me (i.e., "fried rice," I just can't do it) and vice versa. Same goes with La'Keyia. Or so I thought. I love my cousin dearly and I'm not saying she's weak b...

Your Pimp Name Is... Her Majesty Luv What's Your Pimp Name? Brian's the Pimperor and I'm Her Majesty Luv... Bow, bitches, we're the Charles and Diana of hoe-dom!! Make way for Pimp Royalty!!

At least I'm not THIS bad...

There once was a time when Matisyahu was known only by the elite. A Hasidic Rabbi from Westchester, his fans felt privileged to know of his music. He was showcased on a segment of MTV News called "You Hear It First" (famously known for hitting and missing with new, "underground" artists. Sometimes first, sometimes...not so much) about a year back and now it's like the world can't get enough. The thing that sets Matisyahu aside (who's just a white boy from the suburbs who made being different work, in my opinion...I think his real name's like Brett or something) is his reggae. That's right, Matisyahu (the Hebrew name for Matthew (which means I was wrong above...I'm an idiot)) is a reggae star. Not artist, STAR. And his music is real. Not the bubble gum Paris Hilton-esque reggae or even the socially acceptable ska reggae of No Doubt , Matisyahu's music rivals that of home-grown Jamaican artists like Buju Banton or Beenie Man . Performing...

Seriously, I'm so perfect it's disgusting...It's not even funny anymore!! YOUR RELATIONSHIP STYLE The first step in discovering your best match is getting a clear picture of your own relationship style. Good or bad, your experiences with your parents -- in childhood and adulthood -- play a key role in establishing your relationship style and the kind of person who you're best suited for now. Based on your experiences, you will probably fall naturally into one of three categories: ? Isolator: If you are an Isolator, you need a lot of personal space. Isolators minimize emotion, are often guarded and unconsciously push people away, keeping them at a distance. ? Fuser: If you are a Fuser, you have an insatiable appetite for closeness and don't like being alone. Fusers crave attention and are sometimes described as clingy. ? Ambivalent: If you are an Ambivalent, you are a little bit of both. Ambivalents like to pull away, yet they want to feel close at the same time. The...

Everyday, a song plays over and over in my head. No particular reason, and I'm sure it happens to you all too, I'm just confident enough in my sanity to share. Anyway, here's today's song: 2 AM and she calls me 'cuz I'm still awake, "Can you help me unravel my latest mistake, I don't love him, winter just wasn't my season" Yeah we walk through the doors, so accusing their eyes Like they have any right at all to criticize, Hypocrites, you're all here for the very same reason 'Cuz you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable and life's like an hourglass, glued to the table No one can find the rewind button girl, So cradle your head in your hands And breathe, just breathe, Oh breathe, just breathe May he turned 21 on the base at Fort Bliss Just a day, he sat down to the flask in his fist, Ain't been sober, since maybe October of last year. Here in town you can tell he's been down for a while, But my God it's...

David Blaine , you are no longer Satan...Meet Criss Angel . Step yo game up, boo.

Forthwith, all scales shall be destroyed in a blazing inferno and marshmallows shall be roasted upon the flames. I've gained 8 pounds in 2 weeks and have no idea what to do with myself. Blaming my boobs only goes so far... I'm tossing my scale and covering my mirrors until I'm where I want to be, the plateau tipped in the wrong direction. I wish I had the strength to put a ban on food, damn my culinary skills!!

This weekned was Movie Train weekend. For those of you unfamiliar with the term, a Movie Train is when you take a day and catch up on all the movies you've missed over the past few weeks. This week's train: Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest, The Devil Wears Prada and Superman Returns. It was a good time and all 3 flicks were good so I can't complain. Lonelyville Saturday was quite packed and VERY entertaining. None of this pertains to today's blog, but you deserve a little background on what I do. So one to the point. During Pirates, I remisnisced on the crushes I once had on Johnny Depp during the days of 21 Jump Street era and my fast, fleeting fantasied love affair with Orlando Bloom after the LOTR series. While watching The Devil Wears Prada, the main character headed to Paris with her boss. They were showing all the bright lights and the city was beautiful. Then later, she went on a date with one of my crushes and it was so romantic I decided that ...

Lil' Kim was freed from jail on July 3rd after serving 10 months. Not to be outdone, Kenneth Lay died . Take that, you fake eyed, fake hair plastic surgery nut! This is Enron, bitch, STEP YO GAME UP!! (P.S. - I went to Miami this weekend and fell in love -- Blog-safe stories may follow)