A long time ago, a comedian wrote this sentiment for a show or their own performance, but the thought was basically something like, "I have proof Tupac's not dead, because he comes out with a new album every year." Same thing with Biggie. I remember when my world was rocked with their deaths. I felt cheated and immensely saddened. But the whole grieving process never took place. Even now, over thirteen years later, there are new Tupac specials on TV. How could I miss someone who has never gone away?
Here's the info. if anyone's interested:
Every Wednesday on Fuse is a Hip Hop Invasion!
The brightest stars in the Hip Hop universe, from Jay-Z to Lil' Wayne, are taking over Concerts, Documentaries, Music Videos and Interviews on Fuse. It's a full-scale Hip Hop Invasion every Wednesday starting at 7pm/6c!
TONIGHT (Nov. 4th) tune-in to Fuse for specials on LIL' WAYNE, 50 CENT, THE GAME, TUPAC, NELLY and more:
TUPAC
-Videos at 8:30pm/7c
-“Tupac Shakur: Before I Wake” Documentary at 9pm/8c
I know I won't be missing the Yankee game for this, but I think I may just be visiting on commercials, for my 1996 self.
Some Thanksgiving table shots from Thursday. It was so pretty, I wouldn't eat. Seriously, kind of. I was hoping that my step-mother would offer me all of the napkin holders wrapped up inside the black and green place mats as a party favor. I am emailing her this now...
This is the tree house I grew up in. Literally. I am a tree person. The people that owned my childhood house before us made the saddest little wood concoction in this tree that I treasured as the greatest hang out ever at one point. In the spaciously designed 4x3 area, I would get four of five us sitting on the floorboards not smoking found cigarette butts. I always thought I skipped past my childhood, sped through it, galloping towards adulthood. But when I was sitting in that "tree house" for hours with four other girls, I was experiencing my own kind of childhood. The leaves here got me thinking about Thanksgiving tomorrow...
Because when laying in this bed, checking your face out in the mirror should be your number one concern.
This is why I don't go out. 3 hours out equals four hours of cleaning. And ten years off my life.
As you get older, you supposedly start noticing more growths, aches and pains. Marley's no exception. In the top photo, you can see a yorkie's face jutting out from the side of her neck. In the bottom photo, almost a full yorkie is growing from her rear. The vet bills are really adding up.
Yet another feral cat! But I fell in love with her while waiting in my car, because she kept tapping the water on the ground making what looked like a tiny fence ripple. I only caught a still shot.
There's something about this picture, the desire to kill in the eyes of this miniature murderer that I really enjoy.
