Crispy’s Corner

Spotlight - Jennifer Hudson

TTC went on strike just after midnight today. If I’d have gone out tonight I’d have no way home. Well, I could take a cab but that’s besides the point. I shell out money every month for a Metropass. It’s the principle.

I can’t afford a condo and a car, considering I make less than a TTC driver, despite the fact that I have a university education. I can’t really complain about my job though. I thought I landed a pretty good gig coming straight out of school with little experience in the field.

I’m beginning to rethink that.

I should quit my job and work for fucking TTC.

Then maybe I can finish paying off my student loan.

Globe and Mail article HERE.

I’m still alive. Tired, but alive. It’s been a long, cold winter and I’m ready for it to end. Got a lot on my mind these days… just find it hard to put it in writing.

I’m noticing that a few of my blogger buddies have not updated their sites in awhile as well. Are we just getting sick of blogging?

As if that wasn’t obvious considering I’ve only posted once all month. But now I have another reason to hibernate. I just got a new iMac!!! I’m still figuring out how to do stuff and installing applications so I don’t think I’ll be going anywhere this weekend

Spotted over at Dlisted

“Hu Ziwei - The wife of Chinese sports anchor, Zhang Bin, who crashed an Olympic event last week and accused her husband of cheating on her! She told the audience, ‘Today is a special day for The Olympic Channel, and a special day for Mr. Zhang Bin, and for me too. Because just two hours ago, I found out that besides me, Mr. Zhang Bin has been maintaining an improper relationship with another woman.’ “

Go to the YouTube page for more info on what was said HERE

Speaking of “gansta,” remember how back in 90s, the hip-hop/r&b gangstress look became popular?

Here’s a few videos for Throwback Thursdays.

Love on My Mind - Xscape
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Hot Like Fire - Aaliyah

Chocolate - Y?N-Vee

So I’m on Day Four of my obligatory trip home for Christmas and I’m going a little nuts. Yes, it sounds mean, I’m supposed to miss my family and all that but let’s just say that we are no Brady Bunch/Cosby family. Plus I revert back to being a 14 year old considering my mom is constantly teaching me how to cook simple things, making weird faces at my 4 inch heels and making comments like “I guess I don’t have to cook dinner for you” when I say I’m going out with a friend or declaring I’ve lost so much weight that I’m half the size I used to be (I’ve been and currently a size 9 for my whole adult life) and checking up on me at 1am to see if I’m home. Now I’m used to living alone, so having people creeping in and opening and closing doors to look at me is something I’m not used to. It’s making me damn paranoid. I’ve been here for 3 nights and every single night, some shadowy figure has poked their head in to check on my whereabouts and has startled me awake between the hours of 1am-8am.

There’s more stuff but even though this blog is somewhat anonymous, I’d rather not put all my business out on the street today.

Also, I am not a fan of little people, even if they are related to me. My 3 year old niece is screaming my name as I write this, looking for me. She’s cute and fun for about 15 mins and after that I don’t know what to do with the incessant chattering, screaming, shouting for no reason, singing at the top of her lungs, calling me to come wipe her butt after pooping, delight over being able to turn the light on/off on/off on/off, hiding my bookmarker, demands for things that I can’t find because she has made up her own words and only her parents know what it means, wanting to watch Treehouse 24/7, asking me what my name is every 5 seconds, declaring that she’s a princess, crocodile tears, etc. I have yet to understand the joys of parenthood.

The princess has found me. Must go.

Mexican Cannibal Suspect Kills Himself In Prison

Tuesday December 11, 2007

CityNews.ca Staff

Jose Luis Calva was a self-proclaimed poet and dramatist. But to the world he was ghoulishly known as the “cannibal”, after police found cooked and seasoned bits of his girlfriend’s corpse on a plate in his apartment. Calva’s story took another bizarre turn on Tuesday when he was found dead in his Mexico City prison cell, after apparently committing suicide.

His death closed a grisly chapter, but left several others un-penned — he was in the midst of writing a book about himself when he used a belt to hang himself. The book was to be titled, “The Cannibal Poet.”

Calva was a suspect in at least three murders, all involving girlfriends of his or female acquaintances. (full story…)

As if I’m not paranoid enough already. Geeze.

I guess if people think Africa is a country, then I shouldn’t be surprised that the same mistake could be made for Europe.

For any music nerds out there, see the full list of Billboard’s Top 100 for 1993

Ditty - Paperboy (check out his big ass cell phone)

I Have Nothing - Whitney Houston

Give It Up, Turn It Loose - En Vogue

If - Janet Jackson

Alright - Kriss Kross feat Supercat

I was home early today so I got a chance to catch Tyra’s talkshow. Today was makeover day for working ladies who’ve let themselves go. Anyway, she gave one her guests a pair of CAMiLEON shoes that covert from a high heel to a low heel. So when you walk longer distances, you can go with the low heel, and when you get to where you got to be, you can snap that high heel back on!

Guess what’s on my wishlist this year? (hint… I like the Mary Janes)

CAIMiLEON Heels

Spotted over at www.passiveaggressivenotes.com

This morning, I got off at the wrong floor in my building at work. Not only did I not notice, I went into the kitchen, put my lunch in the fridge and proceeded to walk to my desk. When I didn’t recognize anybody on the floor, I tried to make myself invisible as I walked back, embarassed, into the kitchen to quietly collect my lunch and go back to the elevators so I could go to the right floor.

At the end of the day, when I was leaving work, instead of pressing the ground floor to go down, I pressed “four” (which was the floor I was already on.)

Then when I was going into the subway, despite the fact that I was thinking about which pocket I put my Metropass in, I still tried to walk through the turnstile without paying and therefore, it didn’t turn and I crashed into it with a thud.  The guy at the toll booth just laughed at me and said “Good morning!” as I sheepishly swiped my Metropass and went through the turnstile again.

TGIF!!!