Marketing, Shmarketing

This blog is brought to you by...wait a minute! Who is marketing me?

I have just realized I do not have a Coca-cola endorsement. Baby-phat does not have me on record. Sketchers won't return my calls.

Everything I do is not going to be tagged in UsWeekly.
This sucks.

Destiny's Child was a big marketing hoopla train-wreck. It was a marketing sham. I was there to witness first-hand that Kelly Rowland has a new CD coming out.

No matter what they do, you are not Beyonce. Try Vegas. Opening for Britney won't be a bad thing.

Amerie has a new cd... So does that tool in white, Mario.

Where you at?

I went to the show as a wallet with black hair;
a statistic of Southern California. Forget being over 30. Money is ageless.
We do, in fact, have more money to spend on entertainment than Debuque, IA.

I see that the Survivor tank tops are a hit!

Trend of the evening? Glitter belts. I felt naked. I also saw three million ways to transition a pink velour sweatsuit into a whor-ified mess with LAMB shoes.

I would've chosen the new Keds.

Does Beyonce outshine her shadows? The answer is yes. Her voice is beautiful. She could sing "Shit, shit, piss piss," and it would be music to my ears.

The crowd seemed to go over the top when they performed "Soldier." Guess its because all of the milirary wives from SD drove up to OC.
By themselves.

My fave?
Totally was "Naughty Girl"
I'm feeling sexy...I wanna hear you scream my name, boy.



I'm over it...
Well...gotta go dust off my moon-man and see if Diddy called...