yeah, seriously.

"aye man, all is fair in love and war -- unless of course you gettin' ya ass whooped."

for real, don't.

yeah, i took it back.

pass you by.

the problem with loving hard is that you end up gripping too tight. when it's time to let go, it's damn near impossible. jus' sayin.

amen.

"If you can't recognize the red flags of an asshole, you'll never raise the white flag for the good guy and allow him to sweep you off your feet."

- one of my favorite blogs sam.tony.alex.renee

read the full post here

qbert.

this is my cheer me up video of the moment.
and yes, i've already done that dance in public.

dance like no one's watching

i had quite an interesting little saturday night. i ended up going to dinner in chinatown (soupy dumplings nom nom nom!) and ended up going to some random dance party. ok, it wasn't really so random. i was bamboozled into going. i tagged along with my friends with the idea that i was going to see a live show. everyone knows how i feel about live music. anyway, so we get there and my friend who was ahead of me hands the lady $5 and says "we're here for the dance party." my dumb remedial ass is thinking: dance party? cool band name. yeah, i get that slow sometimes. shut up.

we get there and it was this live jazz show. so by now, i'm totally confused. but i love jazz so it's all good. after the show (and i wish i could remember the name of the band because they're amazing), we go outside for a smoke and come back in to find the lights off... spinning disco ball... and funk blasting through the speakers. my friend says "man, now i feel like snorting coke" that should give you an idea of the vibe. lmao.

everyone just started dancing.

it wasn't like your normal club setting either. well at least not normal for me. i mean you can probably imagine that i'm often at a club that plays hip-hop, house... i don't know why you would imagine that. but that's the kind of place i normally go to to dance. i'm not gonna lie, at first, i thought most of the people in there were "bad" dancers. and i use "" because it's the general definition of a bad dancer. like you know, no real rhythm... awkward movement. later on i realized that everyone in there was just having pure fun. pure dancing fun. like not the kind of dancing where people are grinding on each other (eww) or dancing to appease anyone else but themselves. it was the kind where you just let the music move you. it was kind of amazing really. and by the way, i arrived at this realization when they played afrika bambaataa & the soul sonic force's planet rock and i just rocked with my friends like we haven't done in a long time. no care in the world, absolutely oblivious of our surroundings and just... danced. completely drama free setting. it was pure fun. i already said that.

i wish everyday was like that where i didn't have to stress about anything and just chill the fuck out (heh). feel free to do whatever my little heart desires. wouldn't that be amazing?

thank you, tom for taking us there. =)

let your soul lead the way

i suck at this game.

i couldn't finish the 30-day blog challenge. i'm thinking about cheating and waiting for november 10 to start on day 10. haha. lame, i know. whatever. i really wish i could be a more active blogger. i probably will be since i've just learned someone else whose blogs i love to read is coming back. yeayuh.

in other news...

work is kinda kicking my ass. actually, i don't really mind the work. it's really just the hectic nature in which my boss operates. read: bitch cuh-razy. i mean, i work 8:30 til whenever i finish ...sometimes on time at 5:30 sometimes at 7:30 like wtf?.. and i don't even get paid overtime on the weekdays. oh and did i mention i work from 9-5 on saturdays? i mean, i'm bound to slip and make a mistake once in awhile. sheesh. gimme a break. blah. i'm not gonna go on and on because y'all don't have 5 hours to sit and read about this shit. i'm just stressing about work. and i think i'm underpaid. jus' sayin.

aside from work, things at home are just lovely. seriously. i love being around my roommates and it helps my mental health especially when i come home after a long day. you guys should follow them on twitter: fayzegl and bdabusiness. yeah i live with two dudes. two of the best dudes in the world. we're like a ghetto dysfunctional version of three's company.

so that's my little update. i'm trying to find time to blog and i'm trying to find some shit to blog about so sit tight. i might also start doing video logs. get ready for my annoying voice.

love yous.

day 9: this bitch right here...

... is my love, Elizabeth. All homo. I've known her since the 3rd grade and I'm truly proud of the incredible woman she's grown to become. She's a wonderful daughter, sister, wife and mother (expecting baby #2... it's gon be a girl, I'm tellin you). She's got her career on the right path. She makes time to be a true friend which makes her amazing. AND.. tha's right... AND she still has many goals she set for herself which makes her superwoman. For serious.

She is one of (if not THE) baddest bitches I know. Plus, she's smokin' hot and she was totally at the Bone Thugs show rockin them heels -- with her cute little baby bump rappin along. Girl, I love you.

forreals

I can run, I can race for hours and hours
And don't stop
I can float I can fly us to the highest
Mountain top I can breathe you, I can drink in your laugh
I can... I can live on your smile I can trip and if I can fall into your arms I can
Stay there my whole life

day 8: october goals

i know, it's also a half-assed title. get over it. i'm trying to catch up here.

my goals for this month is to finish:

• www.goodlifemusicgroup.com
• hostile takeover stuff

i'm dragging. i'm half asleep. need to wake the fuck up and go.