YAYERS!!!

Today, I got my first Bible evaarrr!!! Thanks Ouleye.  Great lunch at Big Daddy’s too.

I Remember the Moment

I should have seen the signs.  My friend Patrick is in love with Kanye West.  I’m not talking about how when women say “I LOVE chocolate” or “I LOVE my new car.”  I’m talking wake up in morning, cook him breakfast, watch after his kids, wonder if he’s cheating on him and even if he was he still couldn’t let go kind of love.   

Sure Kanye makes great music, but not for the sake of taking it above and beyond groupie status. It all started earlier on this year.  It was when I mysterious bum took Patrick’s Stronger glasses and broke them.  On the surface, he didn’t seem fazed, but on the inside he was heartbroken.  He told me he went home and cried.  That was his one small connection with the artist himself.  To see through his eyes.  But then the signs started growing and multiplying at an alarming rate.  Patrick started his blog dedicated to Kanye West (http://fameorimfamy.tumblr.com read IwannablowyouKanye.com).  It seemed a duplicate of his own blog minus all the furniture postings.   When Kanye released Love Lockdown, Patrick went out of his way to post all four versions on his site, including the lyrics feeling as if he wrote them specifically for him and Kanye.  Then came the hitter, he recorded his own version.  I must admit, I was impressed with the courage it took to do that, but no one can be a cover for a rapper and it was terrible.   

I’m sorry, but this must come to an end.  Your love affair with Kanye West must cease.  It’s not healthy and it’s starting to worry some people that really care about you.  This is like Stan to the max, well Stan died so maybe not that far.  Just don’t try to make any remixes, ok buddy.  At most you can apply to be a blogger for him.

Couple Quotes

“…characters are not born of like people, of women; they are born of a situation, a sentence, a metaphor containing in a nutshell a basic human possibility that the author thinks no one else has discovered or said something essential about.”

 

“Human life occurs only once, and the reason we cannot determine which of our decisions are good and bad is that in a given situation we can make only one decision; we are not granted a second, third, or fourth life in which to compare various decisions.”

 

both from “The Unbearable Lightness of Being” by Milan Kundera

Societal Norms

“Why can’t I just have sex with her friends?”

 

Sorry that this particular question sparked this post but it sparked just so much.  Wouldn’t the ideal answer be “because you’re talking to her?”  Societal norms are pretty lame to me.  It puts people in a box, makes them pretty lame actually.  Norms are especially wack when I want to act on an instinct regarding a particular female and I get stopped by red tape because of some “rule” that if broken, can produce some pretty good results, particularly when it’s with me.  However, too many people are worried about being accepted and whatever.  I thought good things happen when people take risks or think outside the box.  I guess we’ll never find out huh?

New York, New York…

I’m really thinking about moving back home to New York after my trip last weekend.  It crossed my mind while I was up there earlier on the year but I’m pretty sure it’s cemented now.  When I was up there last weekend, I realized a few things that made me make that decision.  I’m a New Yorker at heart.  I miss (bear with me):  

The train in the morning, good hot dogs, hearing police sirens at night, the corner store with no set hours, the crips by the train station who all know my grandma, beggars in the train, not knowing what time you’re going to get home on the train after the club, the cigar shops, buying a bottle and drinking it out of little cups, PIZZA (not this SLICE shit they have down here), niggas wildin’, HOT 97, ravi gary ant lionel andrew, stealing ravi’s clothes, aunty bebe, ian, grandma’s cooking, girls in sneakers, girls of different races, ant’s creativity, real urban fashion, soho, knowing where all the spots are, messed up train schedules on the weekend, lizbunz, lizbun’z sis, frani, frani’s hot mom, yellow cabs, all the international food, ti-ti, non-crackhead bums, ummmm…that’s all I can think of for now. 

For now, that pretty much beats out my ATL list.  Give me right around a year, and I’m back up in there.

Ohhhh Shit

Dreams are back on ladies and gentlemen.  I can’t believe it.  For reference about what I’m talking about go to 4th-dream or The Woman of My Dreams.