Celebrity Gossip
KEYSHIA CONFIRMS?
“Keyshia Cole basically confirmed that she and Young Jeezy were some sort of an item. Not exactly. But she was on Hot 107.9 in Atlanta and the morning show crew asked her about the Trap Star. Keyshia said ‘you have to ask him’ when they asked if they were dating. Do thugs date? Anyway, she flatly denied that she and Tyrese had anything. In fact, she said he was paid to appear in her video. If they were an item, she said, she wouldn’t have paid a dime to Tyrese. I did hear that Key refused to kiss the Cali singer, because she didn’t want to upset Jeezy.”
(original source: http://www.allhiphop.com/rumors/?ID=978)
I know that beauty is in the eye of the beholder but……DANG!
Not that I condone this sort of behavior but Keyshia? “You shoulda cheated…”
Maybe Jeezy has a stunning personality. Or a big *ahem* you know… 
50 CENT ON KANYE WEST
“…Fif took another swing at Kanye West. ‘They like Kanye West cause he’s a safe nigga,’ 50 offered. ‘It’s better for your kid to wanna dress weird and just have a whole other vibe,’ Fiddy mocked before adding, ‘He said something in an interview one time that made me think about it. He said cause he was raised by his mother, he has feminine ways. That right there is who Kanye West is to me. That statement is stuck in my head. He said it like he meant it.’ “
(original source: http://www.sohh.com/articles/article.php/8640)
Okay, I dunno about Kanye’s “man bag” but 50 got a straight up America’s Next Top Model pose right there. Complete with the eyebrow and wind machine. Then he has the nerve to talk about someone else being feminine. We all seen the cover 50!!! G-G-G-G-Unit!!!!
Still can’t take a hint
I was thinking that it was time to do a continuation on the saga that is Mr. Can’t-Take-a-Hint.
So after the last episode, you would think that he would get used to the fact that I listen to rap music since I *ahem* “let him borrow” a couple of my CDs. He ambles by my desk one day and sees my IPod, which showed that the last song I listened to was some Mobb Deep song. *sigh*
Him: OOoohhh! OOoohhh! WOW! You listen to MOBB DEEP???!!!?
Me: Ye-ah, you KNOW I have the CD. If I buy a CD, shouldn’t I listen to it?
Then he asks me what “hard-core” rap music I have and vehemently turns down my offer to “let him borrow” my R&B CDs because…nah…he don’t listen to R&B!!!!! I guess he’s just a thug at heart. Hmmmpf.
So now I’m thinking I should backtrack my niceness because he is reading way too much into it. I don’t want anymore emails or invitations to lunch. Hell! I’ll even take the bus home to avoid being stuck in a small space with this dude for 20 minutes (in his “racing” car). So one day, I tried to sneak out for lunch before he could catch me and I thought I escaped with a clean getaway. BUT as I as walking out, he was walking in. SHIT!!! So now I gotta try to turn up my “mean meter.”
Him: Where are you going for lunch?
Me: Umm…aahh…oh… I’m just gonna pick up a little something from the food court.
Him: Oh I just came from there and there was nothing that I wanted but I’ll come with you.
My mean meter was on low cause I grudgingly let him follow me to the food court. WHY did this guy spend 40mins complaining about eating?
Me: Why don’t you eat at the Greek place? They’re pretty good.
Him: Do I look Greek?!
Me: Um, okay well I’m going to the Japanese place…
What did this fool end up eating? GREEK food. The whole time he’s eating he’s whining about, “I dunno why I bought this, I’m not even gonna finish it. I brought food with me but I don’t want to eat it. It’s too early to eat, I’m not hungry yet but if I don’t eat now I’ll be hungry later….yada yada yada. blah blah blah. shut the f*ck up!
Oh I forgot to mention, he found out earlier that I have some West Indian friends and listen to some reggae, so now when he talks to me he lets his Trini accent all hang out and rather than asking me for rap cds, he now asks me if I have any old Buju Banton albums. I love how he customizes our conversational topics to fit my interests. (insert sarcasm here) Basically, he’s dropped his “I’m a hip hop head” routine in favour of showing me how Trini to di bone he is.
Him: Oh I could feel for sum dumplin’ and rice right now and sum callaloo and curry goat. I need a woman that can cook.
Me: Anyway, I’m finished eating…I’m going back to my desk now.
I ended up coming back from my lunch 15 mins early that day. Maybe next time I’ll work harder to turn up that mean meter.
I need to win the lottery so I can quit this job
Today is only Monday and I’m already counting down the days til the weekend. As you can see, I am very fullfilled by my job. Let me tell you why I am soooo fulfilled working here:
1) I have a couple of work boyfriends here (one of which is driving me crazy right now. I will refer to him as Mr. Blah Blah Blah. Enough already man!! dang. I’m not too interested in what you’re saying.)
2) I count plants….yes, you read it right. I COUNT PLANTS. You know, those green leafy things? I’m actually an administrative assistant but you can call me Ms. Plant Coordinator if ya nasty!!!
3) I think I’m developing carpal tunnel syndrome. My wrist has been hurting all weekend…and yet, I continue to type! Oh the suffering… *tear*
4) Oh yeah…I was asked to sharpen pencils once as well.
Good to know that my degree has become so useful. At least it keeps me warm at night. hhmmpf. I would like to talk more about this place but I still work here, so I’ll wait until I’m gone to elaborate….But on a positive note, I had a nice weekend.
My lunch break is over. Back to “work”!
Mr. Can’t-Take-a-Hint
It’s Sunday night and I’m dreading the prospect of going to work tommorrow. One of the reasons why I dread going to work is because there are people there that I don’t want to talk to but always want to talk to me. One of my problems is that I’m way too nice. When I’m being nice, some people misread that as being “interested.” So I’ve acquired a couple work boyfriends along the way.
A work boyfriend (a term coined by my friend, Mr. Big*) is a man who harasses you at work for one of two reasons: 1) he wants to pursue “relations” with you or 2) he wants you to stroke his male ego.
In comes Mr. Can’t-Take-a-Hint. The original work boyfriend. I met him at my previous job and we started off with the usual office friendly BS. “Good morning” “How was your weekend?” blah blah blah. So one day he asks me to go for lunch with him. I didn’t really want to but me being too nice, I couldn’t say “Actually, I was going to go to the library to find a dark corner so I can take a nap because this job bores the shit outta me.” So off we go to lunch.
This boy can TALK. WHOA. THERE. BUDDY. I’m not ready for the life story yet, I’m still sleeping. After our lunch “date” I realize that’s he’s not someone I’d really choose to be friends with but I’ll be cordial since we work together. But the problem is, our luncheon together opened the flood gates for him to think it’s okay to linger around my desk and send me emails calling me sweety. *rolling my eyes*
So throughout our snippets of conversation, he finds out that I’m a big hip hop head. He is surprised because I guess he thinks I’m too nice to listen to stuff with cursing in it? I dunno. Anyway, he asks me what CDs I have and I tell him I have Mobb Deep, Nas, Wu-Tang, Mos Def, etc, etc. So now he’s tries to impress me with his hip-hop “knowledge.” He offered to give me a ride home that day so I emailed him to check what time he was getting off. He responds by saying “It’s 5′oclock on the dot, I’m in my drop top, cruising the streets….what artist sang that song?”
Me: DUH…Usher, Nice & Slow and he said 7 o’clock.
Him: Oh you got skills…here’s another for you. What’s the name of the rapper, who used to work with the Fugees, and now has a solo career? Here’s a hint: They have the same nationality.
Me: I dunno, who?
Him: Akon
( Now I’m thinking…wtf? )
Me: Akon is not a rapper, he’s also African and I don’t think he ever worked with the Fugees.
Him: OH…really…are you sure?
Me: Yeah. Why don’t you stick to your reggae and leave the hip hop to me.
So now we are in his car and he is driving me home. His car looks like a piece of shit. Cracked windshield, dirty, kinda rickety and a bit rusty. I wouldn’t have cared so much since I HATE HATE HATE taking the bus but why did this guy spend the whole way home talking about how much money he puts into fixing up his “girl” cause he ALLEGEDLY races. I’m thinking you coulda fixed your windshield while you were at it cause I can’t see properly out this mug. This is what I call an “A-and-B-car.” It gets you from point A to B. So now he’s trying to convince me that he RACES with this car??? I dunno much about cars but it looks like it just may fall apart in the near future. SUSPECT.
I’m thinking that maybe I should just take the bus.
That was only the beginning. More on Mr. Can’t-Take-A-Hint later.
(Anybody with work boyfriend/girlfriend stories? leave me a note. I wanna know that there are other people out there who secretly want to throttle their co-workers too)
*side note – I call him Mr.Big in reference to the character in Sex and the City, not another kind of “big.” Get your mind out the gutter!!
Today is the day – First Post
So. I’ve been saying for months now that I’m going to start a blog because I wanted to share my experiences in hopes that someone can relate to or learn something from my dealings with “interesting” people. Also, I just have a lot of random thoughts and theories swimming around in my head that need to be expressed!
Well, I’m bored at work on my lunch break so I figured today was as good as any to unveil “Rice Crispy’s Corner,” or “Crispy’s Corner” for short. You might think to yourself, “Who the heck is Rice Crispy and why should I read your blog?” Well my friends, Rice Crispy would be me. I’ve reluctantly accepted that nickname, given to me by a friend and a co-worker, and I have even embraced it! And why should you read my blog? I dunno, cause you’re bored and happened to stumble upon this by accident? That’s what happened to me and now I’m addicted. So be careful, blogs are like crack: one hit and you’re hooked. With that being said, sit back, relax, and enjoy yourself on “the corner.” Come back again, now ya hear!
