Girl, You So Well Spoken!

There's not even much I can say about this. It speaks for itself

(Spotted at PerezHilton)

I just finished my last work assignment.

This is the last day that I will swipe my card and punch in my floor number on the automatic elevators. No more sneaking to read blogs. No more blocked websites. No more side-eyes from matronly looking coworkers because I'm wearing bright colours or statement heels.

In true MissJodie fashion, I wore a little white shift dress today. Not too much of a scandal, but definitely in violation of corporate hemline rules by at least an inch. But it's a celebration, so why wouldn't I wear a party dress??

Anyway... as corny as it may sound, today is my last day as a Pittsburgh Corporate Banker, but it is the first day of the rest of my life. It's an incredibly daunting thought. I can't decide if I want to run the aisles screaming and jumping ecstatically... or puke all over my shoes. One day I'll be remembered as either the incredibly brave girl who took a chance and achieved her dreams, or the incredibly stupid girl who threw her entire life away. I don't know what tomorrow is going to bring now. I'm flying by the seat of my pants with only a shell of a plan...

But as afraid and anxious as I am, I know that this is what I have to do, and I'm ready to do it.

Buckle in, y'all.

Ready, Set, Go...

About 2 months ago, I met Pharrell Williams. The Pharrell, of N*E*R*D fame. Great guy. Personality for days... And he somehow managed to light a match underneath a dream I'd given up on long before. He gave me the phone number of one of the biggest directors in hip-hop, Hype Williams... and proceeded to call him up and have a five-minute rant about how incredible he thought I was. I stood there shocked. You know when you're afraid to blink or breathe or even celebrate for fear that someone might, at any moment, snatch the moment out from beneath your feet? Yeah, it was like that.

Of course, I didn't tell anyone. With the exception of the people who were in the room to witness Pharrell jumping up and down like a kid in a candy store, no one knew what I was hoping would come next. I kept it close to my heart. I didn't tell anyone that Hype called me a few days later. I didn't tell anyone that he said he'd like to work with me. I didn't tell anyone that he'd asked me to come by and meet him once I got to LA (on a previously planned trip to see Val). I didn't want anyone's negative energy to touch what looked like the beginnings of my dream falling into place...

Long story short... Hype asked me to "come by" the studio... I thought I was simply shaking the man's hand. He hands me a Hervé Léger bathing suit and puts me in hair and makeup...

I'm still holding my breath. There's so much more that I'm hoping to accomplish, beyond a hip-hop video. I know I'll have to hustle, and jump through hoops, and take chances. But hey, I figure it's not too shabby to start my new career this way. What do you think?

If you haven't already, press play & walk on the moon with me, Kanye West, and The Dream! Fast forward to the 2:54 min mark to see yours truly in action.

xx

BIG shoutout to my homie Sean Brown for catching this on 106&Park yesterday! LOL

(video via Xclusives Zone)

"I was told for a very long time that I was not pretty enough, too strange, not edgy enough. But I’ve always been famous, it is just that nobody knew." -Lady Gaga, on having her fair share of rejection

via Fox Pop Tarts

Just kidding! This pic is just one of many from last night's Island Def Jam Spring Showcase. But you know that's how these corny media rumors start! Next thing you know you'll hear that Rih-Rih and Redman left together and were seen entering some obscure hotel. But anyhoo... While her talent is dubious, and her propaganda whoring might be up for debate, one thing that is unquestionable is that the girl can sell an album: Rihanna, has sold 12 million albums. Kudos to her! Next, she'll be starring in the sequel to What's Love Got To Do With It, playing herself, because no one else can master that accent and those lackluster concert performances she gives with the same finesse...

And in other news, Spencer Pratt is always on hand to provide us with a "hoe, sit down!" moment of the day. Apparently he's a rapper now. He said the following in an interview with Complex Magazine:

"I would say Diddy is the most interesting Twitter-er. I definitely will follow the hip-hop circle now that I have infiltrated the game, just so that I can be aware of my rivals and what my competitors are doing. But, I’m not really interested in anybody, that’s why I started rapping. I’m still a fan of Tupac. That’s the only rapper that I’m still like, “Oh! Tupac!” Besides Gucci, and Juiceman, I’m not really excited about anybody in the game. I just love Gucci and Juice because they just have too much swag that they don’t know what to do with themselves." (Via Perez Hilton)

But that quote of the day brings a question of the day to mind: why is Complex Magazine interviewing this idiot?! F*ckery at it's finest. SMH...

(pics courtesy of Concrete Loop)