I Was Nominated For The Versatile Blogger Award

Yesterday, I was nominated for The Versatile Blogger Award. The nomination came from a fellow author, the lovely Eveli Acosta, who named me amongst 15 other super-talented, super-cool bloggers. Be sure to check out Eveli’s site, where you can check out her work and find links to order her books.

As a Versatile Blogger Award nominee, there are a few rules I must abide by, rules that I shall now share with you, Dear Readers. They are:

1. Create a post for the Versatile Blogger Award. (Hey, whaddaya think you’re reading now?)
2. In the same post, thank the blogger who gave you the award and put a link back to their blog. (Please see above!)
3. Nominate 15 other people for this award and let them know. (I shall do this posthaste!)
4. Post seven random things about yourself. (I am not looking forward to this.)
5. Include these rules in your post. (And here we are.)

I guess I’ll post seven random things about myself first, then I’ll follow up with my nominations for The Versatile Blogger Award. Ready? Okay!

Throwback: Kris Kross – “The Way of The Rhyme”

Sunday was the birthday of my homegirl, DC’s very own DJ Heat. And, like the very bad friend that I am, I neglected to wish her a happy birthday. So, this post will serve as my belated birthday wish to her.

I love you, Heat!!

Cool Story Bro: Gotta Have My Bowl, Gotta Have Cereal

On a recent grocery shopping excursion, I decided to pick up something I haven’t had in quite some time: cereal. Now I know that may not be the most exciting item to be thrown into the shopping cart, but as I mentioned I haven’t had cereal in a month of Sundays.

I reached out via Twitter to my homegirl and breakfast cereal connoisseur DJ Heat for guidance, advice and counsel, but she merely responded with a sexual onomatopoeic word too vulgar to post on this blog.

Seeing as I wasn’t going to get help from anyone, I chose Post Raisin Bran. Hey, don’t judge—it was on sale for $1.99. Plus, I like Raisin Bran. Honestly, I prefer Kellogg’s, however, that shit was $4.39. I am too poor these days to be ’bout that extravagant life.

After I’d left the grocery store, I saw that my buddy The Crunk Panda suggested I get Apple Jacks, a cereal I have never liked. When I told him what I’d already bought, he replied with, “You vanilla son of a bitch.”