For one, I bought this awesome eyeliner yesterday and I lost it. How do I feel? Pissed. Tighter than a virgin.
Back to the situation at hand... people stay consistent and it is up to us, as individuals, to allow these people to continue to perpetuate their ridiculousness in our lives. This applies to everybody, present parties included. However there are different degrees. I am all for being selfish when it comes to personal happiness within the boundaries of reason and rationale. In any other case there are certain social responsibilities when love is a factor. Not romantic love, but friendships and preceding circumstances which help to form the present. At times, we are blinded because we just want to love our friends/ lovers unconditionally and we know how great they are, it outshines their flaws and nascent tendencies. It is way beyond our control, but we then place ourselves in positions to be disappointed because for once, we would have rathered the outcome to be different from all the previous ones. But people do not change because we change, and people do not always change everything about them. It is a process and our personal projections do not manifest into reality just because we see it as the most logical. Not to mention, people do not always tell the whole story and if that is something we know, then why be surprised? It is what it is.
It is up to me to decide before this whole ordeal is over, whatever it is, what my response is going to be ranging from the best case to the worst case scenario. If my love outweighs my disappointment, then I am going to have to eat that (no homo). If it does not, then I have some pounds to shed, and that is just what it is. Just because you are good friend to someone does not mean there is reciprocity or that you are a good friend to someone else.
That is a different topic I will broach later on.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Monday, July 28, 2008
In Progress
My moods are changing. I can feel a stir of energy beginning in the root of my spirit. I have been moving slow towards my maturation as a way to stave off the imminent future , clutching onto my fleeting youth. I pay taxes, I have bills, I have to fix my floors. It will not be any fun if I continue to run away from it. I have to treat it like a body of water and just jump in. Of course, I have to doggy paddle, first. It is work but what isn't and what doesn't hurt?
Whatever it is, it couldn't possibly be worth my time.
Whatever it is, it couldn't possibly be worth my time.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
A Day in the Life of the Omega Trifecta....
So, my friends came up to visit me at Princeton this Monday. I work up here for a greater portion of the summer so I have been insisting that people come visit and chill as I relive my days of undergrad. (WesTech, holler if you hear me.)Plus, I had exhausted some non-renewables and I need to go green, if you know what I mean.
Either way they arrive around 10:00 pm. Everything is going pretty smoothly, I ride with them to parking lot and we walk back to the dorm. Its like a ten minute walk and they are dying, but it's walks like these that have contributed to my summer body... I am in the house, oooowwww.
Back to the situation at hand. We have wheel of fortune but I do not have a television, it is an interactive game. My friend and I attempt to start it on several occassions, after I swipe and television from my office, it's not working. Fine. She goes to the bathroom and my other friend pulls out a bottle of juice she had in her bag. We are thinking the drink is already mixed and he drinks the majority of it. When she returns, we find out it was the mixer, now we have nothing to drink the gin with, which is ok (Hendrick's is smooth). It isn t that necessary and we had beers, and it is late, so we are just going to chill and populate the ozone. We do. I almost choked like three times.
Enter Centipede one, closely followed/ chased by Centipede two. At first my female friend and I scream, I do not have my glasses on so I am just responding to the objects quickly moving across the ledge (this is my excuse for acting like a bitch). My friend and I are trying to find a sneaker and hand our friend his sneaker so he can fulfill his gender role and kill it. It took him like FIVE minutes of strategizing to finally make a move. He misses, strikes twice more and Centipede one is dead. Centipede two, after having been startled by the presence of humans, ventures back out. My female friend and I are mandating our friend kill it. We had just resumed our places and were discussing if centipedes can sense if one has died; to be rudely interrupted by the reemergence. Centipede two, then lifts up the carcass of the deceased and carries it for a way and stops. We are like this is some crazy animal kingdom politics, now we are intrigued, asking ourselves and each other what was going on.
It was eating it!
We were like, oh no!
So my, female friend is up close and investigating. She is a teacher so it made sense. She was taking pictures with her digital camera trying to make out the imagery. Urging us to come closer, our other friend and myself were like, nah, Centipede two is spitting out the legs of Centipede one. We were good right where we were. We are saying just kill it; he is not moving; he is eating; this is the perfect time. Our friend is frozen, honestly he is afraid of centipedes. You can not be serious. Finally after TEN minutes he kills the newly fed centipede and we resume our derelict activities, including inhalation, to calm down.
We get hungry and motivate towards the store. My friend puts cuticle cream on her lips, wondering why it was not like the Burt's Bee's she owned. I had to break the news to her forcing us to run to the bathroom as to not have an accident. We get outside and my friend thought the sidewalk was extremely high, and inquired how we were going to get down, she was wearing sunglasses, it was 11:30pm. We get to the store. I promptly buy a sausage and as soon as I get my receipt I begin to eat it, because I obvioulsy have tons of class. We end up with $25 worth of snacks (I wonder how we worked up such an appetite).
We get back and decide to play UNO. During the game a warm breeze flows through the room, feeling slightly paranormal. I reason that the air conditioner was on energy save and must have started up again causing the warm gust of air. We need no surprises. We retire from UNO and play Wheel of Fortune that our male friend got to work after I had attempted multiple times. We play a couple of rounds and I got my ass kicked so I retired to bed.
It was great.
All the while the rest of my job is outside performing a community building activity, bonding, crying and sharing.
Either way they arrive around 10:00 pm. Everything is going pretty smoothly, I ride with them to parking lot and we walk back to the dorm. Its like a ten minute walk and they are dying, but it's walks like these that have contributed to my summer body... I am in the house, oooowwww.
Back to the situation at hand. We have wheel of fortune but I do not have a television, it is an interactive game. My friend and I attempt to start it on several occassions, after I swipe and television from my office, it's not working. Fine. She goes to the bathroom and my other friend pulls out a bottle of juice she had in her bag. We are thinking the drink is already mixed and he drinks the majority of it. When she returns, we find out it was the mixer, now we have nothing to drink the gin with, which is ok (Hendrick's is smooth). It isn t that necessary and we had beers, and it is late, so we are just going to chill and populate the ozone. We do. I almost choked like three times.
Enter Centipede one, closely followed/ chased by Centipede two. At first my female friend and I scream, I do not have my glasses on so I am just responding to the objects quickly moving across the ledge (this is my excuse for acting like a bitch). My friend and I are trying to find a sneaker and hand our friend his sneaker so he can fulfill his gender role and kill it. It took him like FIVE minutes of strategizing to finally make a move. He misses, strikes twice more and Centipede one is dead. Centipede two, after having been startled by the presence of humans, ventures back out. My female friend and I are mandating our friend kill it. We had just resumed our places and were discussing if centipedes can sense if one has died; to be rudely interrupted by the reemergence. Centipede two, then lifts up the carcass of the deceased and carries it for a way and stops. We are like this is some crazy animal kingdom politics, now we are intrigued, asking ourselves and each other what was going on.
It was eating it!
We were like, oh no!
So my, female friend is up close and investigating. She is a teacher so it made sense. She was taking pictures with her digital camera trying to make out the imagery. Urging us to come closer, our other friend and myself were like, nah, Centipede two is spitting out the legs of Centipede one. We were good right where we were. We are saying just kill it; he is not moving; he is eating; this is the perfect time. Our friend is frozen, honestly he is afraid of centipedes. You can not be serious. Finally after TEN minutes he kills the newly fed centipede and we resume our derelict activities, including inhalation, to calm down.
We get hungry and motivate towards the store. My friend puts cuticle cream on her lips, wondering why it was not like the Burt's Bee's she owned. I had to break the news to her forcing us to run to the bathroom as to not have an accident. We get outside and my friend thought the sidewalk was extremely high, and inquired how we were going to get down, she was wearing sunglasses, it was 11:30pm. We get to the store. I promptly buy a sausage and as soon as I get my receipt I begin to eat it, because I obvioulsy have tons of class. We end up with $25 worth of snacks (I wonder how we worked up such an appetite).
We get back and decide to play UNO. During the game a warm breeze flows through the room, feeling slightly paranormal. I reason that the air conditioner was on energy save and must have started up again causing the warm gust of air. We need no surprises. We retire from UNO and play Wheel of Fortune that our male friend got to work after I had attempted multiple times. We play a couple of rounds and I got my ass kicked so I retired to bed.
It was great.
All the while the rest of my job is outside performing a community building activity, bonding, crying and sharing.
Friday, July 18, 2008
T-Pain...with my broke!
So for those of you who do not know, there is a song by the illustrious T-Pain entitled "Silver and Gold". In this song you will find him talking about getting crunk in the dancery off a drink consisting of the popular Silver Patron and the slightly more expensive Gold Patron.
Let me tell you a little something about this drink: It could have been the Strawberry I was putting in the air or it could have been the 62 oz of Budweiser I drank before meeting up with friends, or the Law of Averages where it was bound to happen when I spend every moment in New York City with the same people...
I got into an argument with not one but two of my friends...
in the same car...
within ten minutes of ending one. And the second fight was with the mediator!
It wasn t ugly but it damn sure wasn t pretty. That was last night. We have plans tonight it should be splendid. Did I mention I had class today? From 10-5?
Drunk friends dont let drunk friends argue alone (that's a no-no), and go to bed angry, unless it is serious. I have learned that lesson. You should too!
Love your life!
Let me tell you a little something about this drink: It could have been the Strawberry I was putting in the air or it could have been the 62 oz of Budweiser I drank before meeting up with friends, or the Law of Averages where it was bound to happen when I spend every moment in New York City with the same people...
I got into an argument with not one but two of my friends...
in the same car...
within ten minutes of ending one. And the second fight was with the mediator!
It wasn t ugly but it damn sure wasn t pretty. That was last night. We have plans tonight it should be splendid. Did I mention I had class today? From 10-5?
Drunk friends dont let drunk friends argue alone (that's a no-no), and go to bed angry, unless it is serious. I have learned that lesson. You should too!
Love your life!
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Shouts to Secure Men
From the crooners of the golden Motown era, Marvin Gaye, The Temptations, The Spinners, with their groomed personas, conked hair, and high water pants; to the sex symbols of the late 60's and 70's, like Al Green who was wearing hot pants and platforms; to the late '80's with tight acid wash jeans, gold teeth, ornate jewelery, leather suits, and cocky personalities; to the late '90's with men in constant need of getting their hair trimmed, greased and braided. Someone please tell me where this disdain for well-groomed men came from. Why are they gay or metrosexual because they choose not to hide behind the facade of masculinity. Wealthy men can change outfits during the day to befit the different times and settings, wear pink polos, striped shirts, loafers, smell good and look amazing, why can't black men in the hip-hop realm? What is the fear of a man that can dress... why does it matter? If he is gay you will know because of the way he acts, unless you are deaf, dumb and blind or in denial, not because he grooms his body and smells great.
Plus, most of the people that are talking shit, are people that have glitter and bedazzled jewels on their shirts, and huge earrings looking like homo thugs...
Stop it. I like my man to have been appropriated by a bit of artistocracy, shit that's where the money is... HOLLER!
Saturday, July 5, 2008
J HUDSON!!
Finally!!! The premiere of J. Hudson's Debut Single " Spotlight" is here. Let's support the former Dreamgirl and Oscar winner and help make this a successful project. R&B/SOUL is making a comeback. Whose Next??
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