Crazy For Caramel is my Dad

[rachg82]

Holy fuck, this ice cream is good. "Crazy For Caramel" is the flavor. I could eat it forever. Mmmmm. I've been craving sweets all day. I dreamt last night about those strawberry cheesecake bite things that you keep in the freezer, and I woke up like "I want! I want!" But, alas, they were not in the house. But Crazy For Caramel is! Hee. It's all about eating healthy, yo.

While I'm being random, you all know that song where it's like "when the last time you heard it like this/drink blah smoke blah get blah/and make the girls in the club just strip" or whatever? I like it, but that girls stripping thing reminds me of Nelly's stupid "It's gettin' hot in herrre, so take off all your clothes! I am gettin' so hot, I'm gonna take my clothes off!" song. And it's like, who the Hell takes their clothes off at a club? Really? Especially because they're hot, or some song comes on? I like how I analyze these things. Hee.

Anyway. I love hip hop, and I'm not that sensitive to lyrics (like, I'll be all rapping along with a song, "The underground just don't stop for hos!" I don't care. Hee), but sometimes I do get tired of song after song being all about booties and bitches. If the beat's good though, I'll be a big ole hypocrite and like it anyway. Like how much did I love "Thong Song" and that back that ass up song about a year back, by whoever it was? But when the song itself just kind of bugs me, when I don't even like the beat that much or whatever, suddenly I care. Heh. Maybe it's not the lyrics, or the videos, it's just this whole thing it symbolizes. These guys think they're the shit so much that they can just sit back and show women shaking their thang for them, like that's all the women exist for. Like objects. Like that makes them (the guys) special or something. Yeah, whatever. It's just so blah. Every video is some skank shoving her tits or ass in your face. Yawn. Can we think up something new, here?

That's one of the reasons I love me some Missy Elliott. She's always got her own thing going on. Each song is uniquely her's; it's not just same ole, same ole. I always end up liking her songs, too. I wasn't sure about the funky fresh one at first, but I'm loving it right now. That, and the "Let me know how hard I gotta work it" song.



Yeah, so anyway, my day was all right. I'd complain about how they really should schedule three closers during the holidays for our area and not two, but I know Honey is on vacation this week and a bunch of people have quit as well as new people flaking out. Sucks, though. I guess we're closing at 9:30 M-Th for now, so that was a nice surprise. I thought we'd be closing at ten, like this last weekend. But that's only on weekends, until the two weeks before Christmas. Then we'll be open till eleven, all week. Ugh. That's gonna suck sweaty, hairy balls.

I got a kick out of this interaction I had with these guys at work. I was about to clock out for my lunch, and this guy from the stock room who usually says hi to me (he was on the bus that night I was told I "needed to be gay" by that girl, by the way. Heh) stopped me and was like "Hey! Come back in here. *gesturing to me, looking at guy next to him* How old do you think she is? Just guess." And the guy had the most "deer in headlights" look I've seen in forever. It was so funny. Like he'd just been asked to guess an older woman's age and weight. Like "uhhhh." But he actually got it right. Go figure. But then the other guy was like "Damn, man, I had thought she was like fifteen, sixteen." and the guy said "Well, you gotta be at least blah blah to work here, right?" and then he was assured that no, you could probably work there at fifteen. So maybe he only said 20 because of that. But we'll pretend he really thought I looked my age. I told him he was my new best friend, for getting it right. Hee.

I saw my lovah, Hottie McNeedsToStickItIn, tonight too. Mmm. Figures I tripped over my own feet, by him. Hee. I tripped and Beth laughed, behind me, like "I trip over those tiles all the time!" and I said "I trip over my own feet constantly, man. I'm smooth like that!" then I turn and he's standing there. Heh. D'oh! Ooh, and later on, when I thought he'd left, I was feeling goofy and stupid, and I thought it was time to go over to jackets and button/zip them and all (the managers told us to go like a second later though) so I was all singing the batman theme, like "da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-Jacket-time!" and then they said for us to go and I walked around the corner and he was there. Hee. Man. On the bright side, the times he saw me, my hair might not have looked as good as the rest of the night, but it wasn't fugly. And I was wearing a nice outfit. My purple silk shirt with three quarter sleeves (well, long enough to almost be full length on me, hee. But I push them up to my elbows anyway. Why am I mentioning this?) from The Limited, and cute grey slacks from The Gap. I look all thin and curvy in that outfit. Good times. Too bad he still barely notices me. *cries* Well, I mean, he smiled and said hi to me, and then said "have a good night" when I left, but whatever. Le sigh. Heh, meanwhile, I can only imagine what he sees in my expressions. Probably "I want to have your children. Now."

I'm gonna have to cover with leaves and hope he falls in! Hee. I love Margaret Cho.

Comments

[nehallania.livejournal.com]

I hear you on the lyric and skanky videos thing. I'm not even a little sensitive about lyrics as long as I like the beat and can see that the guy doing the rapping knows that a lot of it is just silly. Like, as everybody knows, I love pretty much everything produced by Dr. Dre; he's close to my age and grew up listening to a lot of what I also listened to, so his introduction of some P-Funk sound into the mix made his stuff more accessible to me musically. And when I'm listening to stuff he's produced with Snoop, you can hear that it's half a joke. Dre himself is too pouty to act like he's in on it, but hiis face in videos usually gives him away. So Snoop can sing about Gz Up, Hoes Down all he wants without offending me. Eminem is another one. He's got Dre's beats behind him, and while he may well be, on some level, a sociopath, he's also a smart and talented rapper who has a sense of humor about himself. He does seem to lose the ability to laugh at himself once in a while, and then he just sounds whiny.

But yeah, a sense of humor is the main thing it takes, from my point of view, to undercut the thuggin' and posturing. So I get creeped out when Eminem disses Kim with no apparent distance between him and his lyrics.

I don't watch a lot of videos. I grew up with records, and music being played that way, so the TV is just like a radio with pictures, is alien to me. I find it distracting. But I love the way rap videos often tell a story- an actual linear narrative that goes with the song, rather than putting some unrelated, made-up storyline in the video, which often happens with rock videos. So when they devolve into nothing but booty shots, it's annoying as fuck. Well, unless you're Sir Mix-a-Lot. A few good looking booties here and there? Fine. Underdressed women skanking it up nonstop? Not so good.

[badfishgirl.livejournal.com]

Eminem kills me. KILLS me. Its because I enjoy listening to some of his songs because of his voice and the beats, but I HATE HATE HATE the lyrics. I dont feel like he has a sense of humor about himself. I think he is hypocritical and unnecessarily cruel to be funny.

I also heard that he is back with Kim now. Weird.

[scorpysue.livejournal.com]

Well, I mean, he smiled and said hi to me, and then said "have a good night" when I left

Hey, that's a good start!