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i want to come back as Drita from #mobwives. And....

 I'm getting my receipts together for the tax man....having Mob Wives as my aural background is not a crime!

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sixth avenue at 2:15pm today....

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today's tip: sometimes you need to cut crazy off at the pass.
 
 
 
 
It's never anyone's intention to interrupt your day with their version of sanity. BUT when you do find yourself on the receive end of some straight up lunacy in your personal and/or professional life, there is nothing wrong with taking a moment to manage it with finesse and aplomb. Three quick tips to help:
 
1.  Listen to the crazy.  That's right listen to the crazy for a minute.  Absorb it. Embrace it.  Acknowledge it.  How can you manage the unknown, right?
 
2.  Put the crazy in context.  Crazy, as I encounter it, is often all over the place with the expectations and demands on my talent and emotional being.  Instead of allowing that kind of ridiculous to invade my space, I put it in it's proper context so I can then...
 
3. Attack the crazy.  No, no I don't mean that you should slap the fool who is making things complicated with their thoughtlessness.  Once you've identified where the crazy fits in your overall plans and desires, determine how best to manage the crazy.  It can be brief phone call.  Or a succinct email.  Either way find a way to help move the crazy from the road ahead to your rearview mirror. 
 
Because you don't have time to have crazy on your trip.
 
 
 

" When your signature dish is hamburger in between a doughnut,...."

 Anthony Bourdain gives the smackdown to Paula Deen's opportunism:

When your signature dish is hamburger in between a doughnut, and you've been cheerfully selling this stuff knowing all along that you've got Type 2 Diabetes... It's in bad taste if nothing else. How long has she known? I suspect a very long time. On Tuesday when she announces it, it'll be to say I just got diagnosed... Al Roker won't be asking her how long she's known. I don't think people will press that issue.

 

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Terrell Owens really had no plan when it came to his 'love' life.

 He's probably one of the many models for Malik Wright story line on 'The Game'.

GQ interview:

Friends may not be calling, or teams, but lawyers, a slew of them, definitely have him on speed dial. Especially those who represent the four women to whom he pays a total of $44,600 a month in child support for his four children, ages 5 to 12: "If there's anything I'm sorry about, it's getting involved with all that." He never actually dated any of the women, he says. One was a one-night stand, the others "repeat offenders." Owens, who has never been married, concedes he is "not a very good judge of character." Still, he "never suspected they were the types to do what they done in the past year."

Last summer, when the money started to dry up for real and the extent of his financial disaster became clear, he reduced the amount he paid to each of the women. Three of them sued him. When he failed to show up for a court date with the mother of his oldest child, Tariq, because it conflicted with his public tryout, a bench warrant was issued for his arrest. "She wouldn't reschedule," he says, his hands reaching out unconsciously as if strangling an imaginary neck. "She'd pressed me in a deposition about if I intended to try to get on another team, but then when I do the workout, do what I can to get work, this is what she does."

Now he is in court with all four women, whom he lumps together like one big bloodsucking blob. None of them are being fair, he says: "They know I'm not working; they know the deal." Although he never established regular visitation with any of the children through the courts, he says he sees the eldest three as much as he can when their mothers allow it. So bitter is his relationship with the mother of the youngest child, a son, that he has never met the boy.


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