Kristina Jeffers.
I would be so lucky, to find a beauty such as this one...
this is my dream girl.
www.kristinajeffers.com
10.28.2007
10.25.2007
"Push-ups...
.....They aren't really about me lifting my body off of the ground. They are more about me pushing the rest of the world down." -Anonymous
Look at you in that sleak white shell.
Let us, discuss. The new little guy that has come into my life (sans conception and child support).
I considered myself a little bit of a grown up for the past few months. And by grown up, I mean I began parting my hair in the right direction and shining my shoes without the use of spit and elbow grease (highly overrated). But most importantly, I gave up the "head phones in the ear, everywhere i go" look. And by gave up, I mean my old ipod broke. And by broke, I mean died. So, I began flying my daily commutes, solo (wingmanless)...in solace and anger.
Until last Sunday, drunken with sleep but unable to take advantage of it, I ordered a refurbished ipod NANO (second gen). I signed the back, entered my billing info and clicked submit. The next morning, experienced the worst buyers remorse ever. I wanted to call Steve Jobs up on his personal line, and ask him to cease and desist. And this all comes back to my current belief in realationships. Ups and downs, downs and ups. Having an ipod is like buying a puppy. You get HOOD WINKED. It's like a girl not telling you she's pregeres until its illegal to abort, and then you spend the rest of the six months trying to encourage her to take the stairs.
But, mostly...the remorse stems from the fiscal blow to my bank account. Arghhhhhhh.
That is, until this little boy came in the mail. :)
I can honestly say that I have never been so much in love.
They accidently sent me the NEW nano. And In only 1/2 a day, one daily commute (one walk and a train ride,) my hatred for the self destructive apple product line as a whole, has completely diminished. "How much so," you ask. Well, lets say I tread lightly, around all possible obstacles, or i TAKE THEM ON. This guys is so little, I now fear the little things in life...like morning commute elbows and stepping on and off the elevator. The gap in between is absolutly deadly and fearsome. I've even bidded and won, on ebay for a case (and everyone knows that ebay blows my mind and I fear its power). And, I also had to kill a bum today. Because he was looking at me the wrong way...and even though I usually pick the latter of fight vs flight....I had to teach my little guy about courage and fortitude.
All-in all. I am finally happy. I've put away the books and the newspapers....all that current update crap and proactive self betterment....it's gone. it's back to the good ole days of me and my ipod. Against the world. Ignorance is bliss, but mobile music, is gold.
RIP Maximus......welcome Lil Thoedore. Theo.
This is dedicated to you...Theo.
"Though nothing, will keep us together...we can still try, just for one day. We can be heros, forever and ever....we can be heros, forever and ever....cause IiIIIIiiiiIIIIII....IIII...will alway love youuuuuuuuuuu. How....won..der...ful..life is, now your in, the world."
-FIN
And if you were wondering. Yes. You just did waste 5 minutes of your time reading about my ipod. Yep.
I considered myself a little bit of a grown up for the past few months. And by grown up, I mean I began parting my hair in the right direction and shining my shoes without the use of spit and elbow grease (highly overrated). But most importantly, I gave up the "head phones in the ear, everywhere i go" look. And by gave up, I mean my old ipod broke. And by broke, I mean died. So, I began flying my daily commutes, solo (wingmanless)...in solace and anger.
Until last Sunday, drunken with sleep but unable to take advantage of it, I ordered a refurbished ipod NANO (second gen). I signed the back, entered my billing info and clicked submit. The next morning, experienced the worst buyers remorse ever. I wanted to call Steve Jobs up on his personal line, and ask him to cease and desist. And this all comes back to my current belief in realationships. Ups and downs, downs and ups. Having an ipod is like buying a puppy. You get HOOD WINKED. It's like a girl not telling you she's pregeres until its illegal to abort, and then you spend the rest of the six months trying to encourage her to take the stairs.
But, mostly...the remorse stems from the fiscal blow to my bank account. Arghhhhhhh.That is, until this little boy came in the mail. :)
I can honestly say that I have never been so much in love.
They accidently sent me the NEW nano. And In only 1/2 a day, one daily commute (one walk and a train ride,) my hatred for the self destructive apple product line as a whole, has completely diminished. "How much so," you ask. Well, lets say I tread lightly, around all possible obstacles, or i TAKE THEM ON. This guys is so little, I now fear the little things in life...like morning commute elbows and stepping on and off the elevator. The gap in between is absolutly deadly and fearsome. I've even bidded and won, on ebay for a case (and everyone knows that ebay blows my mind and I fear its power). And, I also had to kill a bum today. Because he was looking at me the wrong way...and even though I usually pick the latter of fight vs flight....I had to teach my little guy about courage and fortitude.
All-in all. I am finally happy. I've put away the books and the newspapers....all that current update crap and proactive self betterment....it's gone. it's back to the good ole days of me and my ipod. Against the world. Ignorance is bliss, but mobile music, is gold.
RIP Maximus......welcome Lil Thoedore. Theo.
This is dedicated to you...Theo.
"Though nothing, will keep us together...we can still try, just for one day. We can be heros, forever and ever....we can be heros, forever and ever....cause IiIIIIiiiiIIIIII....IIII...will alway love youuuuuuuuuuu. How....won..der...ful..life is, now your in, the world."
-FIN
And if you were wondering. Yes. You just did waste 5 minutes of your time reading about my ipod. Yep.
10.23.2007
care bear.
if you were a care bear, what would be your name?
keep in mind that the care bear stare is a regular routine....so don't half ass your decision/choice. and be creative for christ's sake.
Mine would be black power bear.......
and yours? (i dont really care, but would like some input, i guess)
keep in mind that the care bear stare is a regular routine....so don't half ass your decision/choice. and be creative for christ's sake.
Mine would be black power bear.......
and yours? (i dont really care, but would like some input, i guess)
sentimental fallacies.
"We ask alot of love. All the things we don't like in ourselves, we expect love to change.
It's a difficult task...for something so fragile."
-Tell Me You Love Me
10.22.2007
monday monster.
How lucky are you?
To be here, right now, to read my blog. Just 3 things. I promise....three things. Three long things.
Turn the beat around. I went clubbin this weekend. That's right... Chicago is capable of having a night life sans flat screen plasmas and the cult classic "Sweet Caroline." I'm talking $8 drinks, velvet ropes, a cover, and a too small dance floor to get your groove on or off. Granted, the outside did look like an actual warehouse . But inside, an upscale tavern decorated with fake ambiance and polluted (in that good way) with short skirts did arise. It was a flesh party indeed. I hadn't been in that type of atmosphere in some time. But now that I am reacquainted, I have provided you, my dear readers, with a list of what TO DO and NOT TO DO, when going to a discoteca.
*pleas note...all recommendations are merely opinions and do not apply to eveyone. Just the people that matter.
-DO play the "who am I" game...in which you mimic a dancer around you (one that is clearly comfortable, and thinks they look fine)...and your partner, guesses who it is. Great fun, making fun of people 2 ft from you.The only rule is...no pointing
-DO NOT open a bar tab. Especially one with a $40 minimum...whap whap
-DO NOT wear your brand new aldo shoes to the club. You end up wanting to kill people you dont even know
-DO NOT look foolish. People will make fun of you. If you want a judgment less crowd, ones who will accept you for who you are...join a christian fraternity. The club is for lookin up to par.
-DO stick to one really strong drink..f*ck a shot, f*ck a beer. Jack and coke all night......that way you don't get escorted out or make a fool of yourself on the dancefloor.
-DO try you best to spend some time admiring the Go-Go dancers. They move at very rapid pace and with much vigor. (pssst...you don't have to give them dollar bill either). I always said that if I were a girl, thats how I'd make cash on the side. I changed my mind when I saw a grl from my college psych class dancing on a box on a Saturday night.
-DO talk to people very loudly, whilst you lean in, sorta tilting your head to the angle of thier ear and shaping you lips for the correct pitch and sound that will allow the receiver to hear you over the bass of the whisper song. Otherwise you are bound to get alot of "huh"s and empty stares****this is a tip for veterans
-DO NOT take a girl home from a club. Herpes does have a rhythm. Its called Life (ft Kanye West).
-DO High Five yourself for being the best looking person in the club. If you see better... hate them unjustly.
Anyway...chi-town, I am impressed. I didn't think you had it in you. You seem more of the homely type. PS, I got in alot of trouble once, for saying that to a girlfriend. But, Chicago, I know...that you know...what I mean. You sly "Irish" dog you. You keep leading me on by a string.
Corks and screws. For some odd reason, lately I've been noticing how weird I am. All of the following thing will help support this point..... 1.) I talk to the TV. Like I make frank, matter-of-fact and heartfelt comments to it. Sometimes, I share my opinions. Other times, my hopes and dreams. All judgment out the window. I do it almost religiously, and one day, I feel...it will say something back. And then I will have to destroy it. 2.) Another thing I've noticed is that I just started laughing really hard and loudly at things. Like, I "Blast" (Mary poppins "I Love to Laugh" song reference) loud and strong and clear. Like, to the point, that when I'm done I'm like..."what the fuck was that". But, I blast like 5 times in a row. And then I am done. Weird right? This is a completely new thing...I never use to laugh like this. 3.) Another thing is that I tend to fall in love with other people's love very easily. Like, I think I enjoy being 3rd party to a friends relationship, rather than having my own. I wonder...where it is now...and where its going. Yesterday I was catching up with my BFFs last night (fuck, it was so good to hear from them....I wish Chicago even knew anything about how NY gets down), but anyway...we had fallen a little behind. So we gave life/relationship updates. And i was so entertained. Their drama was my utter enjoyment...ups and downs....talk of marriage...shenanigans about sleeping w/ people at work. Sometimes, I stare at couples on the street and wonder what they are saying to each other now and what they will be saying like a year from now. This morning I was on a packed train and there was this lovey dovey fresh couple being all close and friendly...and the guy coughed in her face, and she laughed it off. In my mind, I started to wonder, if in a years time...the same thing happened, would she be so cute about getting coughed on. Also, there is this woman at wrk who sometimes shares her personal relationahips stories with me. And I sit there bright eyed and drooling.
So....Am I a freak? Cause if so....can I earn money from it?
Current polls shows that it's 50/50 in my house. Of what you ask? The percentage of "fly" use to "over and out" use when urinating. Why and how this conversation came to light in my house hold? Who knows...I merely entered in the middle of it. Here are some key argument points:
- "That's what the fly is made for...to meticulously snake through it and pee...don't be a communist."
- The fly is meant to pull your business through so you don't have to untuck your shirt and unbuckle your belt and pull your pants down like a 5 year old.
-"It's just easier to go up and over...like wiping back to front" lol
-"The up and over only works if your cloths do not fit well. Cause if they did, it would be more work...undoing the belt, button and hold more than 2 things at time. "
How do I feel in the matter? Well, I go both ways....I've taken the high road on many occasions but I've also mastered the pee pee maze as well. I personally know all of my underwear inside out...like on an emotional level. And depending on their personalities the overall situation and the postion of the sun in relation to Uranus, I switch it up each time. Ya know? Sometimes I start off on way...and change my mind. Sometimes, I find it easier to use the pants fly, but to pull down the elastic top of the boxer briefs (yes, I'm a boxers brief guy)...a little bit of both worlds. It's finger magic basically. It's ALL really a split minute decision. But up and over is easier. And funner (yes...funner, Kelly).
LoL, just thought I'd share.
Remember, "No matter how you wiggle, squirm or dance, the last three drops always end up in your pants!"
To be here, right now, to read my blog. Just 3 things. I promise....three things. Three long things.
Turn the beat around. I went clubbin this weekend. That's right... Chicago is capable of having a night life sans flat screen plasmas and the cult classic "Sweet Caroline." I'm talking $8 drinks, velvet ropes, a cover, and a too small dance floor to get your groove on or off. Granted, the outside did look like an actual warehouse . But inside, an upscale tavern decorated with fake ambiance and polluted (in that good way) with short skirts did arise. It was a flesh party indeed. I hadn't been in that type of atmosphere in some time. But now that I am reacquainted, I have provided you, my dear readers, with a list of what TO DO and NOT TO DO, when going to a discoteca.
*pleas note...all recommendations are merely opinions and do not apply to eveyone. Just the people that matter.
-DO play the "who am I" game...in which you mimic a dancer around you (one that is clearly comfortable, and thinks they look fine)...and your partner, guesses who it is. Great fun, making fun of people 2 ft from you.The only rule is...no pointing
-DO NOT open a bar tab. Especially one with a $40 minimum...whap whap
-DO NOT wear your brand new aldo shoes to the club. You end up wanting to kill people you dont even know
-DO NOT look foolish. People will make fun of you. If you want a judgment less crowd, ones who will accept you for who you are...join a christian fraternity. The club is for lookin up to par.
-DO stick to one really strong drink..f*ck a shot, f*ck a beer. Jack and coke all night......that way you don't get escorted out or make a fool of yourself on the dancefloor.
-DO try you best to spend some time admiring the Go-Go dancers. They move at very rapid pace and with much vigor. (pssst...you don't have to give them dollar bill either). I always said that if I were a girl, thats how I'd make cash on the side. I changed my mind when I saw a grl from my college psych class dancing on a box on a Saturday night.
-DO talk to people very loudly, whilst you lean in, sorta tilting your head to the angle of thier ear and shaping you lips for the correct pitch and sound that will allow the receiver to hear you over the bass of the whisper song. Otherwise you are bound to get alot of "huh"s and empty stares****this is a tip for veterans
-DO NOT take a girl home from a club. Herpes does have a rhythm. Its called Life (ft Kanye West).
-DO High Five yourself for being the best looking person in the club. If you see better... hate them unjustly.
Anyway...chi-town, I am impressed. I didn't think you had it in you. You seem more of the homely type. PS, I got in alot of trouble once, for saying that to a girlfriend. But, Chicago, I know...that you know...what I mean. You sly "Irish" dog you. You keep leading me on by a string.
Corks and screws. For some odd reason, lately I've been noticing how weird I am. All of the following thing will help support this point..... 1.) I talk to the TV. Like I make frank, matter-of-fact and heartfelt comments to it. Sometimes, I share my opinions. Other times, my hopes and dreams. All judgment out the window. I do it almost religiously, and one day, I feel...it will say something back. And then I will have to destroy it. 2.) Another thing I've noticed is that I just started laughing really hard and loudly at things. Like, I "Blast" (Mary poppins "I Love to Laugh" song reference) loud and strong and clear. Like, to the point, that when I'm done I'm like..."what the fuck was that". But, I blast like 5 times in a row. And then I am done. Weird right? This is a completely new thing...I never use to laugh like this. 3.) Another thing is that I tend to fall in love with other people's love very easily. Like, I think I enjoy being 3rd party to a friends relationship, rather than having my own. I wonder...where it is now...and where its going. Yesterday I was catching up with my BFFs last night (fuck, it was so good to hear from them....I wish Chicago even knew anything about how NY gets down), but anyway...we had fallen a little behind. So we gave life/relationship updates. And i was so entertained. Their drama was my utter enjoyment...ups and downs....talk of marriage...shenanigans about sleeping w/ people at work. Sometimes, I stare at couples on the street and wonder what they are saying to each other now and what they will be saying like a year from now. This morning I was on a packed train and there was this lovey dovey fresh couple being all close and friendly...and the guy coughed in her face, and she laughed it off. In my mind, I started to wonder, if in a years time...the same thing happened, would she be so cute about getting coughed on. Also, there is this woman at wrk who sometimes shares her personal relationahips stories with me. And I sit there bright eyed and drooling.
So....Am I a freak? Cause if so....can I earn money from it?
Current polls shows that it's 50/50 in my house. Of what you ask? The percentage of "fly" use to "over and out" use when urinating. Why and how this conversation came to light in my house hold? Who knows...I merely entered in the middle of it. Here are some key argument points:
- "That's what the fly is made for...to meticulously snake through it and pee...don't be a communist."
- The fly is meant to pull your business through so you don't have to untuck your shirt and unbuckle your belt and pull your pants down like a 5 year old.
-"It's just easier to go up and over...like wiping back to front" lol
-"The up and over only works if your cloths do not fit well. Cause if they did, it would be more work...undoing the belt, button and hold more than 2 things at time. "
How do I feel in the matter? Well, I go both ways....I've taken the high road on many occasions but I've also mastered the pee pee maze as well. I personally know all of my underwear inside out...like on an emotional level. And depending on their personalities the overall situation and the postion of the sun in relation to Uranus, I switch it up each time. Ya know? Sometimes I start off on way...and change my mind. Sometimes, I find it easier to use the pants fly, but to pull down the elastic top of the boxer briefs (yes, I'm a boxers brief guy)...a little bit of both worlds. It's finger magic basically. It's ALL really a split minute decision. But up and over is easier. And funner (yes...funner, Kelly).
LoL, just thought I'd share.
Remember, "No matter how you wiggle, squirm or dance, the last three drops always end up in your pants!"
-FIN
Quote (s) of the Day:
"I'm going to be a sluty cop for Halloween...what about you?"
"Just a slut."
(and then the two girls high fived...true story.)
10.21.2007
So...I gotta share.
Some time yesterday...i changed the status on my facebook profile. I was inspired by some jay z song.
So as a whole it said:
"Shaun Williams is running for President...probably paint the white house black if it were my resident."
and facebook wall discussion ensues....
Kellen writes on my wall: "can i be the speaker of the house?"
Me: "indeed. But u must speak in only african dialect. I prefer the one with tongue clicks. Can u learn it in time for elections?
cause if so ur on the ticket."
KELLEN: "click click ungamo clickity click clack bottootto. (that means Williams/Segura 08)"
this is an example of the people I live with.
-FIN
So as a whole it said:
"Shaun Williams is running for President...probably paint the white house black if it were my resident."
and facebook wall discussion ensues....
Kellen writes on my wall: "can i be the speaker of the house?"
Me: "indeed. But u must speak in only african dialect. I prefer the one with tongue clicks. Can u learn it in time for elections?
cause if so ur on the ticket."
KELLEN: "click click ungamo clickity click clack bottootto. (that means Williams/Segura 08)"
this is an example of the people I live with.
-FIN
Personally Speaking.
as I sit here watching Last of the Mohicans, catching up with my friends across the US via social networking and procrastinating my inevitable ad making life situation, I have had some time to reflect. What have I done with this Sunday so far....well, I woke up kinda late, after dancing the night away. Went food shopping. Made myself some breakfast (the most beautiful looking eggs ever) whilst listening to some gospel. Sub-came to self induced Spa treatment. And then I read a few verses from the book of Psalms.
Yet no matter how perfect this day has been, and how saintly it seems. I am not this man normally. In actuality, I am a man of very few admirable qualities. The rest of me is comprised of single child selfishness, waning interests, and predictability.
the following about myself.....is true. Not Admirable but true.
I live by interest, and interest only. and my interests change daily.
I get bored easily. If I feel actual boredom..I will indeed detach myself from the situation
I am easily annoyed.
I hold grudges like a champ.
I respond to unfavorable actions towards me, with rash and inappropriate responses. And I rarely apologize.
If I do not like something, I change it....or I cause it to change-no questions asked
I have very low tolerance for disrespect
I am pretty ignorant, and may say alot of the ignorant things that come to my mind.(this is usually a bad thing)
So, I do know my faults. And now you know them too. Consider yourself forewarned when dealing with me. . But know this... I am fun. And to be truly honest, if anything, I can always make you breakfast...with some delicious motha-fuckin eggs.
On a side note. Does anyone know where I get one of those sit up pillow seats for my bed?
Yet no matter how perfect this day has been, and how saintly it seems. I am not this man normally. In actuality, I am a man of very few admirable qualities. The rest of me is comprised of single child selfishness, waning interests, and predictability.
the following about myself.....is true. Not Admirable but true.
I live by interest, and interest only. and my interests change daily.
I get bored easily. If I feel actual boredom..I will indeed detach myself from the situation
I am easily annoyed.
I hold grudges like a champ.
I respond to unfavorable actions towards me, with rash and inappropriate responses. And I rarely apologize.
If I do not like something, I change it....or I cause it to change-no questions asked
I have very low tolerance for disrespect
I am pretty ignorant, and may say alot of the ignorant things that come to my mind.(this is usually a bad thing)
So, I do know my faults. And now you know them too. Consider yourself forewarned when dealing with me. . But know this... I am fun. And to be truly honest, if anything, I can always make you breakfast...with some delicious motha-fuckin eggs.
On a side note. Does anyone know where I get one of those sit up pillow seats for my bed?
10.20.2007
the island.
cause I'm tired of America thinking they are the only ones with the tunes.......
Soca, reggae, calypso, dancehall......if your not currently tappin ur foot or thinking about how to simulate sex on the dance floor to the beat....
YOU HAVE NO SENSE of RHYTHM
Current Mood:Missing my Culture, friends, diversity....
Hooohummmm
Soca, reggae, calypso, dancehall......if your not currently tappin ur foot or thinking about how to simulate sex on the dance floor to the beat....
YOU HAVE NO SENSE of RHYTHM
Current Mood:Missing my Culture, friends, diversity....
Hooohummmm
10.19.2007
dangerous drinking.
Dear Chicago,
Please stop your freakish weather patterns. Or atleast hold off for a year or two. You are scaring the east coasters.
Thanks in advance,
Shaun
I was on my way to happy hour yesterday, walking though the city, minding my own business. I was just suppose to meet up with some co-workers and sling back a few. It was a nice day...like 70's...good jogging weather, horrible getting dressed for work weather. I had my new Aldo shoes on...yep, they were purchased about 2 hours after I posted that last blog. lol, im real compulsive.
Anyway, something hits me in the back of my head. Like a pebble. Then a few more started hitting my back. And then little white pellets began whizzing by me and hit the ground only to bounce recklessly in front of me. So, in my head I'm, like "Is it hailing in the fall?" So I turn around...and what could only be described as a scene from Day After Tomorrow.
Picture me in the middle of the street as a wave of if ice comes barrelling between the buildings toward me. I kid you not. People were ducking and running to cover- after the intial, "what the fuck" that was in my head-I too was ducking for cover. So I'm huddled b/t like 10 people under this awning thingy on the side of the road, as a down our of torrential ice bullets surrounds us.
things that went through my mind:
a. this is the end of the world and i just finished writing and posting a blasphemous blog, slighting Christianity as we know it. Hello Hell.
b. i would die being on my way to happy hour. On my grave...."Here lies the man who died for a beer."
c.i wish i had a decent hair cut when my parent identified my body in the morge.
then the hail stopped and was followed by rains and I proceed to the pub. Turns out there is a serious tornado/storm and we caught the edge of it. So, even though I called my mom under that awning and told her I loved her and stated my will for my fine belongings (ex. "Give my seven jeans to my baby cousin and she can have my fossil watch )....if I see...like see a real tornado, I will move out of this city.
I've already experienced high winds, deadly winters, and other end of days antics. But if a tornado comes into my sights...and messes with my reality that they do only exist in movies...I will be on the next plane heading east. Fact.
-FIN
PS I'm enjoying some straight up high school cafeteria food right now. Post 11 beers in three hours on a work night, these fried chicken wings and curly fries r hitting the spot. Sh*t, I may need to go home room and visit my guidance counselor after this meal. Ha Haaaa (Simpsons reference.)
10.18.2007
ding ding Dong.
Mid-October update.
Uninspired. I've decided that this year, halloween will mean nothing to me. You see, I've had this on and off again relationship with this holiday and this year I had a good solid plan for a costume. I WAS going to be scooby doo. Like, real home made Scooby Doo. But, in light of recent events....I have lost all interest in doing anything halloween related. I hope to be in bed, in my room for 7 days straight until the "cant go out unless your dressed as something" craze is over and done with.
Halloween....patewy!
The Big Apple. On another note...I miss NY again. This is the same feeling I had before I slid down that slippery hill of depression this summer, granted I don't have the same catalysts looming on my shoulder. But I do miss my parents. And my friends. Actually, everyday...I wish I could just go out on the town with a different friend of mine. I'm kinda getting bored of the monotony here in Chicago. Always doing the same thing...with the same people. Never anything out side of the box. I hang with alot of people who don't like to make clear and decisive choices unless someone else does it for them. Yet, they dont really want to do anything out of the bow so............. There's always beer pong or an Irish pub involved. Eh.......... It really isnt as bad as it seems. I guess I'm starting to feel stuck. Working for money to survive. Not as much school (so no clear physical hope or goal). Just work and back home for prime time.
Ehhhhhhhhhh......
I miss NY. The Diversity of it. Facebook reminds me everyday of what I am not doing and seeing. Am Im not that much of a social butterfly, that I would go out and talk to strangers...so, yeah. Stuck. And winter is on its way. OH BOY! (Sarcasm). BTW, not coming home for Thanksgiving. Thank you job.
Hair update. So, we have passed that embarrassing point of the process, where I look like a homeless person everyday. Now I have somewhat of a manage of this thing that is growing on the top of my head. It's basically a hodge podge of hair grease patted down with a du-rag. I enslave it all week long and then I let it free during the weekend. Hair slavery if you will. "Whatch ur name boy....." "Kunta.....Kunta Kente"
Old GOOD Habits. The shopping spirit has once again been bestowed upon my life. The addiction had flared. Everyday...and I mean every day, I fight not to go to the store and buy myself something new. Just bought a new pair of jeans. Recently...I want these mid calf boot fro Aldos . I've got a few sweaters at the gap that I have said in my mind that I NEED. I want a blazer for the fall....not that I go anywhere anymore to show off, but I still want it non-the-less. You see, I am going through yet another life change.
Highschool=Hip Hop/Prep School.
Early College=Complete Hood...but still classy
Late College= Grown Up fitted/Preppy
Now= Clean / Neosoul
Which means, hello H&M and Urban Outfitters. Manpress is no longer of my list of "good stores". The problem is...everytime i go to Urban Outfitters there stuff is way too trendy for me. I can never bring myself to buy anything from there. Any suggestions?
Oh, and I need and am getting a new ipod very very soon.
Life Lights: I am growing a sufficient hate for rich people and their skewed version of reality they live in/I watched An American Tail a few nights ago.....what a good cartoon/I HATE MY JOB/Vertical Stripes Rule My Life/ Got mistaken, yet again in Chicago, for some other black guy/I am official back to my weight range in college...aka starting operation bulimia very soon/officialy turned off from my space/my cousin is a super model...she is gorgeous and it runs in the family/full size bed is EXCELLENT, it has give be a new found respect for the world/Going to see the new vampire movie, with me, myself and I tomm/I think that I too...have luv for NY/...........
Check my cousin pullin covers:
Trya betta recruit her soon, before she blows up.
Thats how my Family Rolls SON.
-FIN
Uninspired. I've decided that this year, halloween will mean nothing to me. You see, I've had this on and off again relationship with this holiday and this year I had a good solid plan for a costume. I WAS going to be scooby doo. Like, real home made Scooby Doo. But, in light of recent events....I have lost all interest in doing anything halloween related. I hope to be in bed, in my room for 7 days straight until the "cant go out unless your dressed as something" craze is over and done with.
Halloween....patewy!
The Big Apple. On another note...I miss NY again. This is the same feeling I had before I slid down that slippery hill of depression this summer, granted I don't have the same catalysts looming on my shoulder. But I do miss my parents. And my friends. Actually, everyday...I wish I could just go out on the town with a different friend of mine. I'm kinda getting bored of the monotony here in Chicago. Always doing the same thing...with the same people. Never anything out side of the box. I hang with alot of people who don't like to make clear and decisive choices unless someone else does it for them. Yet, they dont really want to do anything out of the bow so............. There's always beer pong or an Irish pub involved. Eh.......... It really isnt as bad as it seems. I guess I'm starting to feel stuck. Working for money to survive. Not as much school (so no clear physical hope or goal). Just work and back home for prime time.Ehhhhhhhhhh......
I miss NY. The Diversity of it. Facebook reminds me everyday of what I am not doing and seeing. Am Im not that much of a social butterfly, that I would go out and talk to strangers...so, yeah. Stuck. And winter is on its way. OH BOY! (Sarcasm). BTW, not coming home for Thanksgiving. Thank you job.
Hair update. So, we have passed that embarrassing point of the process, where I look like a homeless person everyday. Now I have somewhat of a manage of this thing that is growing on the top of my head. It's basically a hodge podge of hair grease patted down with a du-rag. I enslave it all week long and then I let it free during the weekend. Hair slavery if you will. "Whatch ur name boy....." "Kunta.....Kunta Kente"
Old GOOD Habits. The shopping spirit has once again been bestowed upon my life. The addiction had flared. Everyday...and I mean every day, I fight not to go to the store and buy myself something new. Just bought a new pair of jeans. Recently...I want these mid calf boot fro Aldos . I've got a few sweaters at the gap that I have said in my mind that I NEED. I want a blazer for the fall....not that I go anywhere anymore to show off, but I still want it non-the-less. You see, I am going through yet another life change.
Highschool=Hip Hop/Prep School.
Early College=Complete Hood...but still classy
Late College= Grown Up fitted/Preppy
Now= Clean / Neosoul
Which means, hello H&M and Urban Outfitters. Manpress is no longer of my list of "good stores". The problem is...everytime i go to Urban Outfitters there stuff is way too trendy for me. I can never bring myself to buy anything from there. Any suggestions?
Oh, and I need and am getting a new ipod very very soon.
Life Lights: I am growing a sufficient hate for rich people and their skewed version of reality they live in/I watched An American Tail a few nights ago.....what a good cartoon/I HATE MY JOB/Vertical Stripes Rule My Life/ Got mistaken, yet again in Chicago, for some other black guy/I am official back to my weight range in college...aka starting operation bulimia very soon/officialy turned off from my space/my cousin is a super model...she is gorgeous and it runs in the family/full size bed is EXCELLENT, it has give be a new found respect for the world/Going to see the new vampire movie, with me, myself and I tomm/I think that I too...have luv for NY/...........
Check my cousin pullin covers:
Trya betta recruit her soon, before she blows up.
Thats how my Family Rolls SON.
-FIN
10.17.2007
heavenly thoughts.
I was up at like 3am last night, and this weird religious program came on, with this old guy discussing a recent news article about the second coming of Jesus and the 8 signs that back it up. The official title is...ahem... 8 Compelling Reasons Why Christ is Coming Soon.
He wearily started the program off with a joke about how a woman was looking for a pious man who would rather be in church on a sunday, than watching the sunday game, and that's when I knew he was crazy.
After he was finished waving his bible around. I decided to make my own blasphemous list of why Christ is Not Coming Soon. So heeeereee we go (Mario Kart reference...who caught that? Gold Star for you.)
Ahem......
The evidence for the not-too-soon return of Jesus Christ is overwhelming. One scholar lists 167 converging clues just in the last few years while others are 280% sure that "he is the father of that baby" wait, doesn't % mean out of 100. The following are eight FACTS that prove Christ will not be arriving any time soon:
1. Spam is still considered a meat to many a culture throughout the world. And that's ridiculous, and totally secular. Everyone knows Gumby's best friend was a red horse.
2. Magnum Sized Condoms. Research shows that more and more paper products are being produced in the color black. Ironically, the same color as writing ink. There is no direct correlation between prolonged deepening of the average vagina and the increased # of condoms they keep putting in a pack, but as more black paper is being used around the world, the depletion of black ink in 2011, will not allow for the proper amount of ink that say, a Savior would need to completely get through a naughty or nice list. Theoretically proven. And lets not even get into the gold ink that is used.
3. Love of Magic. As long as the human affair with mystical beings is at large, a being of such ultimate superiority will not set foot upon this world. Prime Example...Harry Potter, and the generation of miniature aspiring witches and warlocks. False ideology is performed every time a book drops or a movie opens. And that's only one of the mystical being so readily and earnestly immersing into our society. Christians don't ride brooms yah know.
4. The love of Sushi. Eating sh*t raw and packed together with undercooked rice. Pure hedonism.
5. Casual Fridays. If everyone was so "well" traveled and educated, why is it that people still mistake casual fridays for going clubbin-let me get this $20 in singles, day. People still can't dress themselves--or even understand the symbiotic relationship b/t how people think of you and how you look. As long as casual fridays are abused...there is no way the messiah will arise to save anyone. Even he knows Jesus sandals went out of style in the early 90's. And listen....Pink Polos and Button Downs are never acceptable (personal addition). Sinful.
6. The Old World Order is still riding high. Some places just have NOT evolved. In Chicago, they are still cutting their pizzas in boxes, and not slices like normal people. Suede suits are still in. moms and dads around the world still don't know what ".com" is or how to handle it. The royal family is still emphasized and respected in London(they don't do anything). The Irish still hate the Brits and vice versa. With all these world advances......we are still, soooo far behind. And worst of all...FILA is still making cloths. Ugh.
7. Fragil Rock. Mighty Morphin Power Rangers. And I Love New York. With such awesome shows being written, produced and brought to screen within decades so close together, no one in their right mind would end the current snowball effect that is playing out. And lets not 4get LOST. Cha.
8. Turkish Whores. As long as there are Turkish whores....salvation, is unlikely.
It's best to think of this as less of a blasphemous blog and more, anti organized religion blog. Ridicule or religious satire maybe. As IDIOTIC at the link above. Trust, I love Jesus...but it is silly to think that you can comprehend his goals from simple words strung together by an anonymous author. And then have some crazy, decipher 8 visions (as in-depth as they are, not) that for tell the arrival of Christ and the abolishment of all that do not follow him.
It's the difference between spirituality/belief and religion. The good person that treats you as he/she wants to be treated and the religious nut that ties you beaten to a fence for your sexuality.
I'm just saying.
That is all.
He wearily started the program off with a joke about how a woman was looking for a pious man who would rather be in church on a sunday, than watching the sunday game, and that's when I knew he was crazy.
After he was finished waving his bible around. I decided to make my own blasphemous list of why Christ is Not Coming Soon. So heeeereee we go (Mario Kart reference...who caught that? Gold Star for you.)
Ahem......
The evidence for the not-too-soon return of Jesus Christ is overwhelming. One scholar lists 167 converging clues just in the last few years while others are 280% sure that "he is the father of that baby" wait, doesn't % mean out of 100. The following are eight FACTS that prove Christ will not be arriving any time soon:
1. Spam is still considered a meat to many a culture throughout the world. And that's ridiculous, and totally secular. Everyone knows Gumby's best friend was a red horse.
2. Magnum Sized Condoms. Research shows that more and more paper products are being produced in the color black. Ironically, the same color as writing ink. There is no direct correlation between prolonged deepening of the average vagina and the increased # of condoms they keep putting in a pack, but as more black paper is being used around the world, the depletion of black ink in 2011, will not allow for the proper amount of ink that say, a Savior would need to completely get through a naughty or nice list. Theoretically proven. And lets not even get into the gold ink that is used.
3. Love of Magic. As long as the human affair with mystical beings is at large, a being of such ultimate superiority will not set foot upon this world. Prime Example...Harry Potter, and the generation of miniature aspiring witches and warlocks. False ideology is performed every time a book drops or a movie opens. And that's only one of the mystical being so readily and earnestly immersing into our society. Christians don't ride brooms yah know.
4. The love of Sushi. Eating sh*t raw and packed together with undercooked rice. Pure hedonism.
5. Casual Fridays. If everyone was so "well" traveled and educated, why is it that people still mistake casual fridays for going clubbin-let me get this $20 in singles, day. People still can't dress themselves--or even understand the symbiotic relationship b/t how people think of you and how you look. As long as casual fridays are abused...there is no way the messiah will arise to save anyone. Even he knows Jesus sandals went out of style in the early 90's. And listen....Pink Polos and Button Downs are never acceptable (personal addition). Sinful.
6. The Old World Order is still riding high. Some places just have NOT evolved. In Chicago, they are still cutting their pizzas in boxes, and not slices like normal people. Suede suits are still in. moms and dads around the world still don't know what ".com" is or how to handle it. The royal family is still emphasized and respected in London(they don't do anything). The Irish still hate the Brits and vice versa. With all these world advances......we are still, soooo far behind. And worst of all...FILA is still making cloths. Ugh.
7. Fragil Rock. Mighty Morphin Power Rangers. And I Love New York. With such awesome shows being written, produced and brought to screen within decades so close together, no one in their right mind would end the current snowball effect that is playing out. And lets not 4get LOST. Cha.
8. Turkish Whores. As long as there are Turkish whores....salvation, is unlikely.
It's best to think of this as less of a blasphemous blog and more, anti organized religion blog. Ridicule or religious satire maybe. As IDIOTIC at the link above. Trust, I love Jesus...but it is silly to think that you can comprehend his goals from simple words strung together by an anonymous author. And then have some crazy, decipher 8 visions (as in-depth as they are, not) that for tell the arrival of Christ and the abolishment of all that do not follow him.
It's the difference between spirituality/belief and religion. The good person that treats you as he/she wants to be treated and the religious nut that ties you beaten to a fence for your sexuality.
I'm just saying.
That is all.
hello throwback.
Missy Elliot- Beep Me 911
And because I am bound to find out where this man is...
Like Whoa- Black Rob "Met this bad chick uptown, she was whoa"
Fat Joe- 100%...fuckin awesome summer, killin the radios in 2000
OK, Im going to go to bed now......
wait. Im 16 again.
And because I am bound to find out where this man is...
Like Whoa- Black Rob "Met this bad chick uptown, she was whoa"
Fat Joe- 100%...fuckin awesome summer, killin the radios in 2000
OK, Im going to go to bed now......
wait. Im 16 again.
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