Previously in the Angel Blogs, Angel began making resolutions for some of her (ahem) friends, resolving for them their unknown aspirations for the new year.
We pick up where she left off on 1/1/10...
I’m also resolving for Lady Gaga to quit wearing her underwear outdoors when it’s that time of the month, and for Timbaland, and Shante’ Broaddus to lose weight with me, Big Tone Sanders, and Polow tha Don . Speaking of losing weight, I haven’t had any fried chicken all year and it’s about to kill me. Eating chicken wings, French fries, and potato chips is the new sex for me. I know I have no business indulging but I just get so weak. Fries and chips, those are cheap hoes I can easily resist, but I’ve never been so seduced by anyone like I have the fried or flavored chicken wing. I swear I hear those sweet, saucy whispers calling my name. Angel...Aaaangel...Visions of headless, glazed chickens in bow-ties dance in my head. The California Raisins can’t measure up to these show-stoppers.
Lord, I pray, ‘cause only you can curb this lustful desire of mine.
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