Aliya S. King

Peace. And quiet. Tog is down for the night. She drives me mad. But she has always reliably gone down for the night at 7-ish. And she goes to bed happily, gathering all her animals and books and everything else that needs to be in bed with her. Including of course, Blankie and Paci. Her two best friends.

It feels like she just woke up. And now I’m right back where I started blog-o-rama, in bed!

Not for good though. Gotta start the grown-folks dinner. Just taking a breather. Need a Family Guy or Will and Grace episode right about now.

Just found this comment from my boy Anslem stuck in my Spam folder. No idea why it landed there…

Been meaning to say this, not sure if you watched Flavor of Love 2 or I Love Money 2 (sorry, my guilty VH1 pleasures) but I’ve always thought there was something about the girl “Prancer” that reminded me of you. Her voice and mannerisms seem very ASK-ish.

Nah, Ants. As Wendy Williams, Thembi and Luvvie might say, if they were all one woman, Flavor Of Love is too much ig’nant, negroidian tomfoolery for me to take in one sitting. I’ve said it before, if I want to see that mess, I can go right on over to Walnut and Munn and bring a lawn chair.

Dear Readers…Who is this Prancer chick? And why would my boy Ants say such a hurtful thing. I coudln’t possibly remind anyone of a reality television personality. Could I?

Was she normal? Did she kiss Flav?

We don’t look alike at all. Except we both have a dimple in the same place.

And obviously, she’s a little chunky. Not nearly as tight and buff as me.

I don’t get it. Someone tell a sister something.

Tog is sobbing because I opened her bag of apples for her.