I'mma test this out.

Now keep in my that I'm an artist and I'm sensitive about my shit! (thanks Erykah)
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This edition needs no commentary. Just lay back, light a blunt and enjoy.

YET AGAIN!

WITHOUT FURTHER A DUE....

Oh my, am I tired of this ni88a coming across my radar with some bullish. For those who don't know who this man is, good it makes you life a lot better. But let me get right down to business.

Well it has come to my attention that Mr. Kilpatrick's court hearing and text messages have become a matter of public notice, meaning that anyone can have access to the trial transcript AND the text messages between him and Ms. Beatty (pictured below).

I have something to tell you (whispering)...
You're probably the only person who knows how much I stan for John Mayer and you're probably the only person that I (unknowingly) made you hate John Mayer and for that, I apologize. But I have a peace offering:

I was so in love with Boyz II Men when I was younger. They were like the first boy band that I ws really into and I mean REALLY into. I was digging on them so much, I even had a crush on the deep-voiced one (thinks back), man those were the days. I had every CD. Knew every song. These songs bring back so many memories, good and bad.

Take this walk back down memory lane with me:

This song still means so much to me, I get all teary-eyed when I even think about it. It was like the first love song that I actually understood and I think this song made me fall in love with the thought of being in love. A def must have at anyone's wedding.

Can't say that I like any of these too much HOWEVER, I love Dunks so if presented with the opportunity to cop either one of these - I probably would.

But check HERE or HERE for more info.

pick'em up

So I found myself randomly babbling craziness at work today, something I do often when I'm bored but today was a different kind of bored. I was stir crazy.

First things first. Some gentleman by the name of Mack came to my register and offered me a position as one of his "ladies". He first asked me if I was happy with my job, even after I said "yes" to his question twice - he slid me his business card which read:
On the sneak-tip, I slid it into the trashcan under my register, smiled and told him to have a wonderful day. I began to feel dirty that I was even in his presence and for the fact that he offered me a job as one of his "entertainers". YUCK. I didn't like the thought of pimps wanting to pick my up at Best Buy, he has no standards!

Second. I found wide-screen copies of Ocean's Eleven and Twelve! SCORE. For $6.30, I bought them both and daydreamed about the Ocean's Marathon I was going to have when I got home.

Third. I had a pretty endearing conversation with Mr. Francis. He took humor in me being left out in the rain for a good 30 minutes, while he picked up some McDonalds and watched my hair turn from: cute and curly - to - the shit that lines a monkey's ass! I thanked him so much for finding humor in my misfortune and silently I wished a rhino would nut on the back of his neck!(light bulb goes off) **remember when I would wish obscene things upon you and your only reply would be to call me Satan? Sheesh, those were the days.**

Lastly. My patients for people is wearing very thin these days. Iuno, I'm snapping on everyone and I'm just being so friggin tired of people telling me what they think I want to hear. I need people to be real with me. I've spent a lot of time to myself trying to figure my life out but today just took the cake. For the second time, my roommate and so-called "best friend" (even tho right now I'm not really in the mood to entertain her, my fault I know) forgets to pick me up from work and I'm left standing in the rain. The first time this happened (de-ja vu) Chris Francis comes to pick me up. But this time I'm opted not to call him because I know he's been studying hard (something he hasn't done all semester) so I call Matty and he comes to my rescue. This depending on people is for the birds. Next trip to The District, I'm bringing my 'sweetness' back (thats my car, duh!)

Oh wait. Did I fail to mention that I've invited a certain someone to my house twice now and I've been rejected twice. So since I don't take rejection too well, I'm going to stop asking. It'll be what it'll be. You'll come when your ready and I'll have the orange chicken waiting and the door unlocked.

Peace Fam.

I walked home.

Google said 2.2miles - that's nuffin. I used to run the 4x4 in high school. Needless to say, I'm beat. Later!

It has come to my attention that I smoked three black & mild's in a matter of 30minutes, is that a problem? I think there were some things that I needed to release with that smoke from my lungs, but it didn't make me feel 10 pounds lighter... just smell like a black, which was something I just couldn't get out of my clothes.

But does that make me a smoker? I mean really. They weren't laced with any Mary J or anything, just pure black & mild, on the rocks - hold the lime. I never thought that life could be so bad that I'm taking up smoking (something that I never wanted to do). I've seen lung cancer rip apart families and then I look at myself and it's just something that I don't like, but I can't figure out what it is.



The two vices that I just can't give up right now would be smoking and drinking. I just may drink myself into a stupor, just to get through the night.

I catch myself nodding my head to this jam, rolling the windows down, and turning the volume up as loud as it will go. This song just embodies beautiful days in Philadelphia, like today. Oh and was that the Schuylkill River behind them!

Indirectly this post is a response to another post that I think was cheap shot at me. So, in a last attempt to salvage something that I'm probably going to regret for the rest of my life - I came across this::


A while back I posted a link to this very talented chick named Jazzy! Now, I've been in love with this chick for a min and her album is in constant rotation. However, as I'm listening to it on this fine Thursday morning a song played that just made my eyes water with tears and I couldn't help but take advantage of her words.

The song is called IF. And the hook goes a lil sumptin like this:

Ok there is a method to my madness. So my BEST FRIEND posted something about me on her blog and I wanted to share it with you. Here is her post::

I’m pretty sure I have one of THE best friends anyone could ever ask for. I think she gets me more than anyone else - even me. It’s cool to have someone who loves and cares about you even though they’re not obligated, like family. She helps me out a whole lot, even though I don’t always see it. I complain about her or stuff she makes me do sometimes, but she’s helped me grow into a better person. We’ve been through so much in such a short time and we’ve had some pretty good times. I wish I could tell her all of this and let her know what an amazing person I think she is, but she’d probably just give me a weird look and walk away. She’s going through some pretty heavy shit right now, and I wish more than anything that I could make it just a little better. However, love isn’t one of my strongest subjects so… I’m hoping everything works out for her cause I like to see her happy.

AND…

If you happen to see this Whitney, I love you son! Everything’s gonna be all right.

and no homo, by the way.

And because she is such a great person, I have to dedicate this one to her!