Month: July 2009

I think I’m growing apart from a friend and I don’t know what to do. by

Thanks Dot! I needed to cry. Hadn’t cried in almost a week. Funny how sometimes you can’t stop crying and then other times…although you feel the need to; you just can’t bring yourself to do it. I guess everything needs a catalyst. by

A little speck of dust in a large vacuum bag. Does it have any significance? Did it come from a sweater, the carpet, a couch, or a Kleenex? Is it white, black, brown, red, or gray? Is it a cottonous fiber, polyester, acrylic, or a blend? All of these questions encompass the confusion of its…

I hate when you call and leave someone a message as an FYI (No need to call back) and then they call back like, “I missed your call, what’s up?”. I just left you a damn voicemail. Check it! Another Pet Peeve. People who never leave voicemails. They just call you 2-3-4 times back to…

I’ve been feeling like singing lately. I need to find an otulet. I want to try this place in Leimert Park for voice lessons. We’ll see. I did get my acapella karaoke on witht he dog. We sang Ella, Deborah Cox and Nikka Costa…well I sang it and she just watched. I recorded it on…

How do people survive in LA? I now understand why all of those gangsta rap guys were all angry and gang banging in such a pretty place. The system and social structure are all set up for failure. I see why people sell their souls to live the LA life. I guess it’s ok if…

I realized another cool thing about California. It’s awesome meeting all kinds of Asian people. There are not just Chinese and Japanese, you know. by

I saw a lady at the bank yesterday that had a weave so bad it looked like Angela Bassett’s hair on Vampire in Brooklyn when she turned into a vampire. by

Can you look like you can sing? I was just told that. by

Mike, what am I gonna do? Funny of the day: In reply to my text asking why ain’t none of them DeBarge niggas dead? (I’m not counting the one who died of THE aids); Tessa said, “Crack is a preservative.” I don’t feel right. Like, I ain’t crying, but I don’t feel right. Listening to…