Sunday, June 13, 2010
Teach Me How to Bafana Bafana
I don't know if you humanoids have been or are planning on watching any of the World Cup, but this is like the most fly thing I have seen in a long time. Its called The Bafana Bafana and its WAY better than any dumb ass dance (i.e. stanky leg) to come out of this country since the "Down the Way". Big Ups to South Africa
Monday, May 10, 2010
I Wouldn't Recommend Myself to Myself
While I know I have already given you apology, I feel that even that wasn't enough. I don't know why, but you are the ONLY female that I feel deserves better than that. Since I have been learning more about myself, why I do certain things, not only to myself but to other people, I have become better at explaining myself. From jump I told you that I was a work in progress, but I probably should have elaborated on that. Complex doesn't even begin to describe me. Layered. Ambitious. Dreamer. Believer. Heart Breaker. Not too proud of that last one miss lady. Not one bit. Never have been. You weren't the first and sadly you won't be the last. I have no idea what I would say to you if we were face to face. I'd probably be tongue tied to tell you the truth miss lady. I did something to you that I have had done to me before and why? Because of my lack of commitment. Not to you, but to my personal life. See my problem has always been that I really have had a hard time connecting with people. Not that many people "get" me. But you were willing to try, and to be honest, that was such a refreshing change. When I told you that just seeing your smile would change my whole day I was being completely honest with you miss lady. Your some what dry sense of humor would always leave me with a smile on my face that at times I thought would need to be surgically removed. I would like you to know that I fully anticipate you and I never having another meaningful conversation ever again. That miss lady is the most bitter pill to swallow of them all. Knowing that the destruction of this "relationship" is all on me is pretty heavy. I really didn't think my actions would come back to bite me in the ass. I don't know why that is though. Believe me miss lady, part of me wants to kick my own ass for what I did. And then there is this even BIGGER part of me that can't believe I betrayed the trust of some one who I was starting to like, in the grown up way. To be honest miss lady, I was actually surprised when you asked me for my number. Hell, I was surprised you when said you were attracted to me. I couldn't believe that a beautiful woman like yourself would even want to converse with me. But in the brief time that we had, I felt like I had met someone who was just as blunt as I was. Again, it was refreshing. While I'm sure you have nothing but bad things to say about/to me (and believe me, I haven't even been my biggest fan recently), I want you to know that I'll always have your back miss lady. I know that that will take some time to not only regain you as some one who I not only enjoy, but WANT in my life, I do want you to know I am willing to do WHATEVER it takes to make sure that happens. I know you would never recommend yourself to me, but maybe one day you can use me as a reference. I'd like you to know that I am not only working on trying to rebuild something that I fucked up royally, but myself as well. Maybe some day, you and I can get on the same page again. Hell, I'd like it if we were just reading from the same book. And just when you think no one has you miss lady and you need some one for ANYTHING, I would like to think you would come rap to me. It would not only make my day, but probably my life. What I would give just for you to wave at me. You don't want to know what I would give if it means you smiled at me and said hi. But until that happens, I'll be child like, waiting for a gift.
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Now playing: Jay-Z - Lost Ones
via FoxyTunes
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Now playing: Jay-Z - Lost Ones
via FoxyTunes
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Russian Hookers and Cougars?
Learn you Something
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Don't Tase Me Bro!
This is why you don't run onto the field, Bueller.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
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