It’s Holly

…my name is prince!!! the one and only!!!”

anyone who’s seen my iPod knows i love me some . 112 prince songs… and that’s just on the iPod, not including some of the other CDs i have at home… which is why i joined his fan club the other night. not to mention his tour kicks off in LA on the 29th of march, so as a little birthday present to myself, i’m buying me some prince tickets. seeing him live is seriously on my list of things sto do before i die. as a member of the esteemed NPG Music Club, I get the chance to buy presale tickets to the concert. which is what i’m gon’ do. mmm mmm mmm… i love me some prince. i’m all kinds of excited. if you wanna hear the concert gimme your cell phone number. i’ll call ya. i got rollover minutes up the butt, and no roaming charges. we’ll make this a bonafide party line. i got three way, you got three way, we all got three way.
i’m also buying tickets to see musiq on 3/19. i’ve seen him live before, and it was off the hook. who’s goin’ with me?

The Countdown Begins: 20 days until 22

I don’t know why, but today I REAAAAAAALLLLY miss jonathan. like a whole damn lot. i mean, of course i miss him in general, but today is reeeally bad. and i can’t even talk to him online because he’s in Africa for the week. yeah, africa, dammit. “I’ll be back Sunday, I’m going to Tunisia”. wtf? Only jonathan… i think i miss him so much because i read the friendster testimonial he wrote about me this morning and i was getting all teary-eyed and whatnot. If you’re not on friendster, go join and add me on (the e-mail i use is holly@since82.com – it’ll ask you that when you try to add someone), then you can read what jonathan wrote. hell, add jonathan to your friendster too… as much as i blog about him, you probably know who he is. e-mail me if you have trouble figuring it out (if i don’t respond it’s because you got filtered to junk mail, so sorry). i’m expecting to see justin and etc on my “friends list” within a week. don’t make me friendster you. i’ll do it, dammit. i’m giving you a week to “volunteer” yourselves.

see, i went to the gym last night AND this morning… and i’m going tonight! WHAT?! You betta ask somebody! ask my momma, she know. i’m sweatin’ to the oldies, man. i ran into my old trainer while i was at the gym, and he said he “really wants to work with [me] again”. which means “damn holly, you fell off. way off”. that’s fine with me. help a sista out, she’s going to paris in 3 months. so i’mma start training again.

anywho…

big ups to cousin angela, who just got engaged! don’t pick no ugly bridesmaid dresses, either – you know i’ll walk down the aisle in some old navy jeans and a gap t-shirt. love you cousin!

… that’s it. =)

so sorry. reality t.v. has been keepin’ a sista pre-occupied. here’s the update.

the dope ass company i work for got us tickets to the all-star game. so i went saturday and sunday. here are the pictures. doesn’t get any better than a suite at the Staples Center. I think i was more interested in seeing famous people than the actual game. That and the free food and booze. i saw janet, but no nipple (sorry folks). she was with ugly rat lookin’ jermaine dupree. he better be reaaaaaally nice. looks ain’t everything but damn, they gotta be something. magic johnson walked into our suite thinking it was his. that was funny. i went into the suite next door (sorry A-7) to see if they had better food. they had potstickers – we didn’t. bastards.

on a heavier note… much heavier.

it seems i’ve grown a new chin. they’re multiplying like bebe kids. i’m losing my neck. soon i’ll have cankles. my collar bone has a soft protective padding. it’s not baby fat, it’s just fat, baby. i’m a biscuit away from oprah circa ’83. i’d leave the rolls at the bakery, but they stuck to my back. shit is outta control. i’m gettin’ fitted for moo-moos, y’all. i’m damn near sick of this. i’m going to the gym tonight – for real this time. i kinda miss going to the gym all the time. i remember when i would go twice a day, i was so into it when i had sessions with my trainer. now i drive by 24 hour fitness and wonder what i’m gonna have for dinner. …sigh… back to the gym for me. for real this time.