- Lived with my then girlfriend. (Jan)
- Back to retail hell. (Jan)
- Actual Valentines Day. (Feb)
- Wrestlemania x 21st B-Day. (Apr)
- Back @ Home. (May)
- Court. (May)
- Intervention. (May)
- Started this. (Jun)
- Hangover – Best Comedy of ‘09. (Jun)
- Played Thriller/Off The Wall/The King for the next three months. (Jun)
- Finished Community Service. (Jul)
- 20 + txts about this. (Jul)
- Hot ass summer. (Aug)
- Inglorious Basterds. (Aug)
- Dallas. (Sept)
- 500 Days of Summer. (Sept)
- Terrible Halloween. (Oct)
- Hov x N.E.R.D. x J. Cole x Austin. (Nov)
- Snow Day. (Dec)
- Resolute These 2010. (Dec)
Thanks to Ms. Muthafuckin’ Me (and her randomassness) – I found this on Google. Yes, this site is known for fuckery so type it into Google and you get a reference for this post.
…go farther
Go further, go harder
Is that not why we came?
And if not, then why bother?
- Shawn Corey, “Mr. Carter” Tha Carter III
In high school, I hated writing about resolutions because they never came through (i.e. I failed to commit to them). Same for college too. So therefore, I’m only telling myself one damn thing going into the New Year – work until you’re satisfied, then work more.
Make your own money… hey, be proud that’s yours
You know why, cause that’s a man… that’s brains no spite
Stayin out of trouble… when it comes in sight
And a man never loses a fight… in God’s sight
Okay, 2009 has to be the unofficial year of the terrible tattoos. There was the stars all over the face, athletes getting presidents, an obsessed Nicki Minaj fan, not to mention Birdman giving himself a star and some “Boosie Luv” being dished out.
But that one above all of those? Fail in the highest degree. I mean, to get a club anthem inked on you like “Fuck bitches, get money” but for a song that won’t be relevant in about two and a half months when somebody else makes another “got it together woman anthem with a little b*tch thrown in”, decision making lacked heavily in this predicament. I mean, at thirty-seven do you really expect to be calling yourself boardroom material with this? *face palm*
I swear Twitter and Facebook can keep you entertained for the longest. The fact that some folks don’t know the difference between a message and a status only solidifies the fact that the social networking thing isn’t for everybody. Case in point – Jesus Shuttlesworth getting his Twitter “hacked” supposedly with that dirty little “sexting” post you see above.
Of course, the obvious action was taken – kill the one account, switch to another one. Just know damn well you can’t make that same “mistake” twice.
Can be summed up by this album. I dunno, whenever I feel like I’m in transition from something I either go jazz or folk rock. Or John Mayer. Then I hear of all the transitioning around me and the most I can do is either raise an eyebrow or shrug. Make the most of what you can do I guess.
Hmm, dunno how I feel about these. Will I ever drop the money for them? Probably not. But knowing that regular day average joes are having PE’s of shoes must be enticing to some.
Props to Spike Lee for having the vision to direct this. Still feels weird knowing that Michael is gone and it was bar none the biggest news story not attached to Barack Obama’s name. Sigh.
Around 11:45 PM on December 26th, an idea popped in the head of mine. That I needed yet another XBOX 360 controller because the charge pack wouldn’t do jack diddly squat. Damn you Microsoft!