<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623247973181546204</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:52:31.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Showgirl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasshowgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623247973181546204/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasshowgirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dallasshowgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12508918451458085483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623247973181546204.post-3353445353397759906</id><published>2006-12-26T08:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T08:42:40.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dreamgirls Review</title><content type='html'>On Christmas day, Dirk, Blades, and I went to see Dreamgirls.  It was a good movie.  I’m not totally blown away, but its damn good entertainment.  Let me first say that I am not a negative person, so I will not spend a lot of time on what I didn’t like about the movie.  Beyonce did a great job.  You can tell she really wanted this role.  Her acting was much better than I have seen in her other movie and interviews.  I love her.  In the movie there were different portraits of her as “Deena”, she looked beautiful.  That role fit her like a glove.  Honestly, I really think she is Deena…naive, country, kicked bitches out of her group, her man tells her what to do and say, etc.  The similarities are fucking remarkable.  I didn’t really care for Effie White in the beginning of the movie.  I guess her character is supposed to be outspoken.  I just have issues with the “big girl” always having to be loud and obnoxious.  There are quiet big girls.  Sometimes I’m quiet…  (crickets).  Anyhoo, I fell in love with Effie when she had her turning point in the movie.  J-Hud did her damn thing with And I am telling you.  I actually heard the song before the movie premiered, but seeing her perform wit the raw emotion on the big screen took my breath away.  She must’ve let out some repressed emotion during that song.  She did her damn thing.  That’s my girl fo real.  I noticed how Bey tried to re-create the same emotion with her solo…it was okay.  Say what you want about Eddie, he is a funny mofo.  Jaime Foxx was good.  I would have thought his character would have more personality, but I can’t have everything.  Dirk didn’t like the movie because he didn’t know it was a musical and I guess he has issues with people singing in movies.  Whatever.  I’m going to pray for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it up, Dreamgirls is a good movie, with a great cast and lots of talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS&lt;br /&gt;To the good people at Regal Cinemas:  Don’t let that shit happen again!  You know black people got rioting in our blood and we will tear down a movie theater.  But we would glad accepted a full refund of our money :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623247973181546204-3353445353397759906?l=dallasshowgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasshowgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3353445353397759906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6623247973181546204&amp;postID=3353445353397759906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623247973181546204/posts/default/3353445353397759906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623247973181546204/posts/default/3353445353397759906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasshowgirl.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-dreamgirls-review.html' title='My Dreamgirls Review'/><author><name>Dallasshowgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12508918451458085483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623247973181546204.post-3437025739952235706</id><published>2006-12-26T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T05:29:04.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas after-birth</title><content type='html'>Except for the Cowboys losing, my Christmas was cool.  The best thing about this blog is that nobody reads it.  Because of that, I will take this opportunity to talk about the gifts I received and the people that bought them.  First, let me tell you that I am an only child and I do have a tendency to be a bit selfish or spoiled.  Hey, I can’t help it.  That’s me, hate it or love it.  This year my family decided to do secrete santa.  My 3 choices were (1) portable speakers for my ipod, (2) cordless flat iron, and (3) a gift card to Old Navy.  I chose the most simple-est (Oh yeah, I do create my own words) choices possible, because I know shopping for me is quite difficult because I am a lil picky, I even described the gifts.  I even recommended some brands.  However, the person that pulled my name disregarded all the shit I wrote and I ended up getting a FM transmitter for an ipod.  Which is really not a bad gift, except the radio in my car is not working so I don’t understand why she would buy me that.  Now, on to the second thorn in my side: gloves.  All I wanted is a pair of decent gloves that fit my hands and that will reach past my wrist.  I have large hands…not man hands, just large hands.  I have a hard time fitting most standard gloves.  My cousin bought me a pair of gloves and of course, they are not the gloves that I want.  This would have been ok, except for the fact that she and I were at walmart the week before trying on gloves and I explained my glove situation to her.  I found a pair that I liked and that actually fit the way I like it and she was there to witness that whole thing.  You would think that she would have bought me those gloves...nope!  It sucks to tell someone that you didn’t like his or her gift or it’s the wrong one.  This is why when people ask me what I want I say NOTHING.  The only person who can get that off is my mom.  She always buys me the best gifts.  She asked me what I wanted and I said a pink robe.  Guess what she got me….a pink robe.  At least somebody listens to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623247973181546204-3437025739952235706?l=dallasshowgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasshowgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3437025739952235706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6623247973181546204&amp;postID=3437025739952235706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623247973181546204/posts/default/3437025739952235706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623247973181546204/posts/default/3437025739952235706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasshowgirl.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-after-birth.html' title='Christmas after-birth'/><author><name>Dallasshowgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12508918451458085483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623247973181546204.post-2772397688765646778</id><published>2006-12-22T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T07:13:02.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Mama Drama...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o1Osrq50XkE/RYv1-P5CFPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yg8pOR3MvZ4/s1600-h/bmd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011369460146246898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o1Osrq50XkE/RYv1-P5CFPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yg8pOR3MvZ4/s320/bmd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think some of you BMs out there need to sit the fuc down on those child support payments! What’s with chicks out there going to court getting increases knowing damn well the nigga can’t afford it? A nigga already struggling to get by and now child support payments doubled! Now, don’t get it twisted…I do sympathize with the struggle of single moms. Hell my mom is a single mom and she is the best mother in the world. She raised by me by herself without welfare or child support. Therefore, I do understand how hard it is. I’m not talking about those punk niggas that don’t do shit for their children, I can’t stand them, I think they all should get a plunger up the ass. I’m talking to the baby mothers that do evil shit when their baby daddy is a decent dude trying to be in their child’s life, but because they got rejected and shit, they want to make a nigga’s life miserable as hell. Here’s some good advice: Get a hobby stupid bitch! Your relationship with him didn’t work back then and it’s not going to work now. He moved on, so why don’t you. These chicks out here need to open their eyes and realize it’s not about you, focus on your kid having a relationship with his or her father. Nah mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623247973181546204-2772397688765646778?l=dallasshowgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasshowgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2772397688765646778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6623247973181546204&amp;postID=2772397688765646778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623247973181546204/posts/default/2772397688765646778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623247973181546204/posts/default/2772397688765646778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasshowgirl.blogspot.com/2006/12/baby-mama-drama.html' title='Baby Mama Drama...'/><author><name>Dallasshowgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12508918451458085483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_o1Osrq50XkE/RYv1-P5CFPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yg8pOR3MvZ4/s72-c/bmd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623247973181546204.post-2772177210172014349</id><published>2006-12-21T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T04:12:57.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh hell to tha Naw!</title><content type='html'>People crack me up.  This morning I was walking into the building to go to work, this guy was walking behind me.  Now, I'm walking slow because I was blowing a few trees while driving to work, so I didn't give 2 shits about being late.  But obviously the guy behind me did.  So he hurriedly walked passed me, which was cool, because if you gotta get ya grind on, do the damn thing then.  So I aint mad @ him.  Come to find out it was the dude that worked in the cafeteria (which is another story within itself...I'll tell you some sh*t on him later).  I guess he has a 2nd job at DHL (shipping co.) because he had his DHL uniform on a hanger.  This nigga really put time and consideration into neatly hangin his uniform on a hanger.  The fuc'ed up sh*t was the uniform was dirty has hell!!!  I wanted to stop and ask him if he spotted that shit in the back of a garbage truck, decided to jump in and dig it out to put it on a hanger.  Nigga are you trying to fool so some chick into thinking you can actually do better than washing potatoes all day??  Bitch Puh-leese&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623247973181546204-2772177210172014349?l=dallasshowgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasshowgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2772177210172014349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6623247973181546204&amp;postID=2772177210172014349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623247973181546204/posts/default/2772177210172014349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623247973181546204/posts/default/2772177210172014349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasshowgirl.blogspot.com/2006/12/oh-hell-to-tha-naw.html' title='Oh hell to tha Naw!'/><author><name>Dallasshowgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12508918451458085483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
