While You Were Out…

I'm like a baby. Well, more like a peek-a-boo enthusiast. Once I put my hands over my eyes, the universe implodes into an unfathomable white hole. At least that's what I think happens when I neglect to post for a while. I'm sure that's not the case at all. Your lives probably continue; reluctantly checking your emails, being scolded at Starbucks when you call a... Continue Reading →

Ambition – Wale ft. Rick Ross and Meek Mill

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nqHYYWW2cak You ever wake up feeling like a drug dealer? No? OK  maybe that's just me. My morning yoga and yogurt has me feeling thuggish AF for some reason. Early start to this day. Been turning over some things in my mind, determined to change. "Only hope I had was selling dope!" ... They gon' love... Continue Reading →

Gainfully Un-employed!

I probably shouldn't sound so cheerful. [Adjusts tone] "Woe is me, I have no place (of employment) to call my own!" No one leaves brimming with joyousness from their last day of work or, or punching the clock that final time ... unless they win the lottery. I walked in like a BOSS [pun intended], kicked over... Continue Reading →

Things I’ve Been Pondering…

As always I have a lot on the brain. This, unfortunately, is no different from any of the other trillions of seconds of my life since it started. However, I haven't posted in a while and have a lot to get off my chest. I'm going to gently detain two birds with one humane trap. I'll let... Continue Reading →

This Week in Review…

SUNDAY  ... went down pretty uneventfully. EXCEPT FOR THE SUPER AWESOME WALE CONCERT! Wale came to visit our little corner of  the world for one night only. To avoid being ALL THE WAY on his jock, I'll pretend I didn't spend the day memorizing his lyrics. Black Cobain came on before him and let's just say I WILL be... Continue Reading →

Not to Toot My Own Horn But…

  I harp persistently in my past success to decrescendo the discordant pangs of my ritornello failures. I hearse and re-rehearse these dead notes held in immortal captivity on manuscripts made of pitted lies; the flattened pulp of grandiose recollections. But when this symphony is no longer sympathetic, I will tune into my divine muse... Continue Reading →

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