An open letter to Kanye West

I will be the first to admit, I don't get into a lot of rap. I know what I like - I have various tastes in music. It took a while, but I became a fan of Eminem, I've ignored his misogynistic lyrics and taken them as they should be - a bit of advice. Ha ha. I've always liked Will Smith - he raps happy! I'll be the first to admit I'm white as they come, I have very little rhythm, and grew up with Elvis for God's sake. You even had me with Golddigger- that beat got into my head, your lyrics made me giggle; I was intrigued.

But I for the life of me cannot understand why you have a career.
Your questionable talent notwithstanding, you have to be the biggest douchebag in an industry where there is many.

And all political commentary aside, the whole "George Bush doesn't care about black people" thing...come on. Give me a freakin break. You're not helping your cause dude. We understand your frustration in something that was handled extremely badly, to say the least, but come up with half of an intelligent comment and you might be taken seriously.

And your crybaby whining over your losses at the VMA's. Good Lord. Who has been kissing your ass so much in the last few years to make you believe your talent is so incredible? I am so sick of turning on the tv and seeing your mongoloid mug. And now you're saying that MTV is trying to keep the black man down? Have you even watched MTV in the last 20 years?

What is it with you "artists" that make you think we want to listen to anything you say beyond your albums? (I'm not just talking about you here, try and deal with that, Ego.) Sheryl Crow, Jon Bon Jovi, Sting, Madonna...the list goes on. When the hell did you become political authorities? I don't care what you think, honestly. I can form my own opinions-really! You making an occasional enjoyable song does not mean you can tell my how to vote, or how much toilet paper to use. Duh. All of you need to get over your own self importance, and shut the hell up and sing. Or dance, or act, or direct, (except you Michael Moore, because I just remembered you're an even bigger douche than Kanye!) Leave the politics to the crooks who get paid for it.

Your friend,
Trixie

Blingtarded

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Information Superhighway

So I got an email the other day. You know one of those forwardable ones, that you delete immediately, unless you're extremely bored? Well, this one was actually kind of cool - it just asked you to Tag another person, with telling 10 things about yourself that would surprise someone who thinks they know you. Thought it was cool anyway, but I didn't feel like emailing it out and getting no replies, so if you want to play, feel free to reply. Here's mine!

Ten Things You May Not Know About Me! (The Trixter)

1. I used to be a Miss Cleo tarot reader on the Psychic Network.
2. If I could do anything else in life, ( besides selling Avon!) I would be on Broadway, performing in musicals.
3. I have ALWAYS wanted to adopt a child.
4. I'm actually a lot skinnier in real life- the human eye adds 50 lbs.
5. My absolute favorite food is Brussell sprouts.
6. I can stick my tongue up my nose. Don't ask me why, I just can.
7. I didn't have my first kiss til I was 18. (Ok, that one's embarrassing)
8. My nickname as a child was Pookie.
9. The only time I ever got really drunk, I ended up standing up in my bedroom at 4 in the morning and peeing on the carpet, and later had to blame it on the dog. (Ok, slightly embarrassing, but still not as bad as #7)
10. I really love old Doris Day and Rock Hudson movies.

Ok, that's me in a nutshell. Ooooohhhh.....exciting!

Joke of the Day

A guy goes to the supermarket and notices an attractive woman waving at him. She says hello.
He's rather taken a back because he can't place where he knows her from. So he says, "Do you know me?"

To which she replies, "I think you're the father of one of my kids."

Now his mind travels back to the only time he has ever been unfaithful to his wife and says, "My God, are you the stripper from my bachelor party that I made love to on the pool table with all my buddies watching while your partner whipped my butt with wet celery???"

She looks into his eyes and says calmly, "No, I'm your son's teacher."

A "WTF" Moment

With regards to my pal Maynard, on his recent rant about organized sports, I repeat, WTF?!?!

So....Al Gore DIDN'T Invent It?