bobalicious
We all make mistakes. At some point in their lives, everyone lies in bed awake at night thinking of the wrongs they have done and how just one different move or choice could have changed it all.
I've made countless mistakes in my life. Thank Madonna, most are minor. like not buying my mother an appropriate Christmas gift, thereby invoking The Wrath Of The Angry Asian Mother, or foolishly purchasing that really ugly coat from Club Monaco because it was "on sale" for $149.00 from $349.00 (ugh), or playing with a sharp chisel when the carpenter specifically told me not to and cutting myself to the bone on my left index finger requiring stitches.
These don't really rank up there with the major life-altering mistakes, such as being a mother of a newborn leaving a pot of water to boil while going out to the corner liqour store to get box of pasta really fast, swearing you'd be back before the water was even at a rolling boil and burning your house down, or being a gay African American and voting for George W. Bush (why, exactly?), or Jennifer Lopez starring in that god-awful Gigli, or America voting both Fantasia and Carrie as their American Idols in a row (ugh).
One particular transgression I made unto myself that will basically haunt me to the rest of my days and one which I regret wholly and profusely is... growing my hair out.
Two years ago, I thought it would be quite grand for me to grow "pageant hair" for this show I was doing that was several months away. Oh Mariah, was I wrong! Here I am, thinking evil thoughts about each and every person I knew or came across who had long hair, and then the stubborn me thinking, Whatever, I've got what it takes, and I'm better than everyone else! Hah! Again I say, OH MARIAH, WAS I WRONG!
The worst part is, like myself to other wayward fools, none of my friends told me how ugly my hair looked. Ever. Such is the duty of a friend. In any case, the minute I went back to short hair, I felt like the greatest burden was just lifted off my shoulders. I was once again able to ride in a car with the windows rolled down, I didn't have to wake up every day inspecting my pillows for how many more strands had fallen out that night from being caught on something, and I didn't have to spend 7 minutes in the shower massaging shampoo and then conditioner gently into my hair. WORST. MISTAKE. EVER.
Except for a few cursed remnants, I have basically stricken from life almost all evidence of this unfortunate faux pas. Today, I show you a sample of these remnants.
A few of you have seen this already, but here it is in all its glory. The (ahem) only reason I grew my hair out:
Click on the picture to watch the video where you can kind of see the atrocity that is my hair.
PS What's up with the Mr. Fantastic arms?
As you can tell from the picture, and the video of the Super Gaysian Megamix Extended Medley Dub Mixshow Edit, I was so hardcore gangsta! Heck, I sweated 40s and I always got 5 on it! And it's always a good day when I don't even need to use my AK.
No, I am not a rapper. I did this to entertain a really gay audience, and for an excuse to do a mutilated dance to Beyonque's Crazy In Love, and to bring Bobalicious, MC extraordinaire, to life.
Tapioca, Bobalicious, Lil Baby Boba, and Dofu are so hot, right??? Almost everything we are wearing will be returned to their respective stores by the next week. Heck, when you watch the video, you'll see the white sales tag on my blazer flopping around when I take off.
The back-up singers/dancers whom I worked like horses. I bought these oversized letters from CLAIRE'S JEWELRY and fastened them to the sides of their pants. I had a J but as you can see around the 1:20 mark of the performance, my booty bumpin' caused it to break off. Also, please note gold mardi gras beads that I stole took from a friend's brother's graduation party to use. LOL I win.
So when I was writing the rap verses for my performance, I had this great idea to have it all end with "-ious." I started brainstorming all the words I knew that ended with these letters. I wrote about 6 version of it before I was satisfied with the final collection of "-ious" words. Here is the 2nd verse I used for the performance:
For those who don't know my name is Bobalicious
And I got an appetite that's so voracious
Yes I know I look so delicious
And my body's so very bootylicious
If you try to get with me looking all atrocious
And the stank on yo' breath's making me unconscious
Then all I'm gonna say to you is supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Pulitzer Prize-winning words, right?? Totally. I was sad in that I wasn't able to use many great "-ious" words such as pious, auspicious, bodacious, expeditious, flirtatious, judicious, etc. It was like ignoring some of your children because a few others were more useful, but I believe this was all made okay by my inclusion of the great Mary Poppins' secret weapon to always sound precocious!
Enjoy!
Poll
Oh! In conclusion, remember to vote for me in the 2006 Bloggies. ROFL
~*~The Bloggies~*~
http://osagej4.livejournal.com
If you love me, nominate me. <3
Deadline: Tuesday, January 10, 2006
I've made countless mistakes in my life. Thank Madonna, most are minor. like not buying my mother an appropriate Christmas gift, thereby invoking The Wrath Of The Angry Asian Mother, or foolishly purchasing that really ugly coat from Club Monaco because it was "on sale" for $149.00 from $349.00 (ugh), or playing with a sharp chisel when the carpenter specifically told me not to and cutting myself to the bone on my left index finger requiring stitches.
These don't really rank up there with the major life-altering mistakes, such as being a mother of a newborn leaving a pot of water to boil while going out to the corner liqour store to get box of pasta really fast, swearing you'd be back before the water was even at a rolling boil and burning your house down, or being a gay African American and voting for George W. Bush (why, exactly?), or Jennifer Lopez starring in that god-awful Gigli, or America voting both Fantasia and Carrie as their American Idols in a row (ugh).
One particular transgression I made unto myself that will basically haunt me to the rest of my days and one which I regret wholly and profusely is... growing my hair out.
Two years ago, I thought it would be quite grand for me to grow "pageant hair" for this show I was doing that was several months away. Oh Mariah, was I wrong! Here I am, thinking evil thoughts about each and every person I knew or came across who had long hair, and then the stubborn me thinking, Whatever, I've got what it takes, and I'm better than everyone else! Hah! Again I say, OH MARIAH, WAS I WRONG!
The worst part is, like myself to other wayward fools, none of my friends told me how ugly my hair looked. Ever. Such is the duty of a friend. In any case, the minute I went back to short hair, I felt like the greatest burden was just lifted off my shoulders. I was once again able to ride in a car with the windows rolled down, I didn't have to wake up every day inspecting my pillows for how many more strands had fallen out that night from being caught on something, and I didn't have to spend 7 minutes in the shower massaging shampoo and then conditioner gently into my hair. WORST. MISTAKE. EVER.
Except for a few cursed remnants, I have basically stricken from life almost all evidence of this unfortunate faux pas. Today, I show you a sample of these remnants.
A few of you have seen this already, but here it is in all its glory. The (ahem) only reason I grew my hair out:
Click on the picture to watch the video where you can kind of see the atrocity that is my hair.
PS What's up with the Mr. Fantastic arms?
As you can tell from the picture, and the video of the Super Gaysian Megamix Extended Medley Dub Mixshow Edit, I was so hardcore gangsta! Heck, I sweated 40s and I always got 5 on it! And it's always a good day when I don't even need to use my AK.
No, I am not a rapper. I did this to entertain a really gay audience, and for an excuse to do a mutilated dance to Beyonque's Crazy In Love, and to bring Bobalicious, MC extraordinaire, to life.
Tapioca, Bobalicious, Lil Baby Boba, and Dofu are so hot, right??? Almost everything we are wearing will be returned to their respective stores by the next week. Heck, when you watch the video, you'll see the white sales tag on my blazer flopping around when I take off.
The back-up singers/dancers whom I worked like horses. I bought these oversized letters from CLAIRE'S JEWELRY and fastened them to the sides of their pants. I had a J but as you can see around the 1:20 mark of the performance, my booty bumpin' caused it to break off. Also, please note gold mardi gras beads that I stole took from a friend's brother's graduation party to use. LOL I win.
So when I was writing the rap verses for my performance, I had this great idea to have it all end with "-ious." I started brainstorming all the words I knew that ended with these letters. I wrote about 6 version of it before I was satisfied with the final collection of "-ious" words. Here is the 2nd verse I used for the performance:
For those who don't know my name is Bobalicious
And I got an appetite that's so voracious
Yes I know I look so delicious
And my body's so very bootylicious
If you try to get with me looking all atrocious
And the stank on yo' breath's making me unconscious
Then all I'm gonna say to you is supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Pulitzer Prize-winning words, right?? Totally. I was sad in that I wasn't able to use many great "-ious" words such as pious, auspicious, bodacious, expeditious, flirtatious, judicious, etc. It was like ignoring some of your children because a few others were more useful, but I believe this was all made okay by my inclusion of the great Mary Poppins' secret weapon to always sound precocious!
Enjoy!
Poll
Oh! In conclusion, remember to vote for me in the 2006 Bloggies. ROFL
~*~The Bloggies~*~
http://osagej4.livejournal.com
If you love me, nominate me. <3
Deadline: Tuesday, January 10, 2006