It's the Freakin' Weeken'

Wow, I haven't posted anything in an obscene amount of time. I've been such a poor blog-keeper. But luckily, something extremely important, like R. KELLY'S ACQUITTAL, came along to bring me back into the blogosphere.

I've decided this post should be an homage to the man, the legend, the falsely-accused child pornographer: Robert Kelly.

As some other black guy once said in a far more trivial context: "Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!" After inspiring and uplifting a nation ("I Believe I Can Fly"), introducing the world to a beautiful new art form ("Trapped in the Closet") and assuring white people that it's okay to use sexual cliches in R&B music ("Sex Planet", "The Zoo", "Double Up", et al), Robert Kelly has been faced with a 6-year legal battle against haters of his audacious sexual revolution (and underaged girls that he peed on.) Regardless, the free world now embraces Kelly with open arms.

In the event that you're reading this, Kels:

1. When's the next installment of Trapped in the Closet coming out? Does everyone REALLY have AIDS?

2. Can you possible delay any further legal drama until I'm out of law school? If you let me represent you, I'd totally let you pee on me. No questions asked. Just look what a stunning legal team we'd make!

Love and Utmost Respect,

Allie (Allie, Allie, Allie)