Monday, May 31, 2010


Such a beautiful child and a cherished box of cigars.

My devices for my number one vice.


I found a quarter on tails outside of this strip club. Is that good luck?


We are on our way here. FINAL Destination. No pie in the sky!


I finally found her.


I wanted to bring Lilly home with me. Gonna get me a Welsh Terrier...






Mexican art. And, you thought Mexico was uncultured!


She knew I was taking the picture. Hot tatto. Not big and flashy!



Found my Eternity scent!



McDonald's bag. Chick-Fil-A sauce. BK bag. And a diet Coke??



Didn't know what a Taqueria was until I saw this one on wheels.





My cross. All the way from Armenia.


Finance. Exercise. Counseling. Hair. All in one place.



I don't know them. Too cute!!


Now that head of hair is healthy and Afro-centric!



My plant is growing.







I found my house. When I purchase again, it gotta be like this.



Don't you hate when that happens? I would prefer this oil spill!



And, they say blacks are ghetto.



I don't understand. The napkin?



I thought about getting me a FJ Cruiser. Not the Jesus/Fish embelm.





Black women protecting their conks from 'God's Tears'.



Healthy sushi.



I knew we would find something fried on a sushi menu.



Fly cut - but how does she sleep and keep that do?



What type of workers? Latino, Black, White? Probably Latino. Good for them!





Pink sneakers. Anything to get attention? Not fashion!



She definitely had on my colors!



I can appreciate a nice flower pot with flowers.



Not sure why I care so much. So much about the world.



Take out 'extinguisher'. Fire/arrow pointing below the waist remains. HIV/AIDS.




My resting place: The urns. My pin and paper.



I wonder if I could take all that noise? Jingle-Jingle-Jingle...



A Buckhead view.



That has to be heavy.



Thank goodness. I found Jack's car seat.



No sanitation wipes necessary...just push.



Don't worry. I told her that she was rocking that hat.



Look closely. A man at a bar with tighty-whiteys on.



Perfect tits. Real too. Ladies, don't hate...



In my disdain, I still have hope for the United States to live up to its creed.