musings

Monday, September 18, 2006

im tired / lazy

Artists I say look out for in 06-07:
Cassidy ( I have never not liked any of his songs).
Red Cafe ( catchy tunes, man)
Ms Peachez (got dat chicken)
Uncle Shorty grill ( No 'Z')
Aasim is nice (Bad Boy)

Thursday, September 14, 2006

crab Grab ya boy gots the gift of gab?

yeah man. my bad this blog thing has been mad far from my mind lately. I been slackin on numerous issues in my life(and i still am in most) a damn shame...cuz it is not really on purpose.

So, I went to Crabs N Corona on saturday, like 200 less people came thru than was expected. I still had a good time on the overall.
HOWEVER, I had a hard time adjusting to King Crabs. Let me explain...I had never eaten crab ever, before May of this year. I have never had crab since that date. Therefore, I had one helluva time trying to efficiently crack de shell as well as get the meat out. I had light skinned girls laughing at me, dark skinneded girls acting like they were lending me advice on how to properly get nourishment from these impenetrable defenses. After many minutes of literally sweating and trying not to crush de crabs into thousands of pieces I got a rhythm. I was proud of myself. For a second timer, I got it going pretty well by the time the night was over. (My real problem was that i could not fathom why the meat was not where I was breaking the shell at. I did not realize that I should not break it at the joint until I was about 15 minutes into my 'meal'. Once I got past that I was good to go.

the following is a email I typed up to my boy:
'oh yeah
the dude that was knocked out sleep on the couch for like 2 hours(at de end) wit the green funny, black eye pea, fergie pants and he was dere early; dark skin Que boy wit purple shirt, me and him might have problems next time I see him.
I let that dude slide mad times the other day cuz he was on some drunk stuff interrupting me from conversing with the same 2 broads. He did it like 3,4 times(that I consciously remember) i really thought he was on some drunk stuff but turns out he was hating cuz shorty aint want no parts of him. Go figure. ahahaaha bum dude cant get broads that come to his frat house, to even wanna have a civil convo wit him. He need to watch school daze again, or get dat Balco juice. either or should help increase the listless social activity this loser must be used to by now.
Im puttin the word out now so if one of ya gangmember buddies wanna get hype & wanna act like he thinkin about a way to bodyslamm me cuz I punched his blood brother aka brand boy in de teeth, the world needs to understand why. I be on my Martin Luther the King stuff very often, however I do dabble in the teachings of Hom E. D. Klown. good day'

Many of you are probably wondering what the hell is this guy talking about?
well, As u can tell I was puttin in some serious conversational work on this date. Moving and shaking with the best of them. You would have been proud of ya boy. So this one dude comes up and interrupts my conversation with one girl by trying to holla at her while i was in mid sentence. she looked at me and nervously giggled. Im thinking she know boyboy so i fell back like 'hmm this must be a siginificant dude to her'; so I goes to walk away and shorty grabs me like yo 'chill dont leave me with this guy.' Mind you she said this in front of the guy. I laughed like , 'oh ok' as she pulled me away from boyboy.
so me and her vibin on the stoop and i see homie and i laugh again like damn he must reallly be a loser cuz i have never had more than 3 minutes worth of a conversation wit homegirl and she tossin him to the side like he a bag of dog dookie.
anyway...mad time and stuff later the party gets going and E. Espana Zimbabwe is in the spot wit her 2 peoples, one who was very cute on the low, so Im basically babysittin their crew. If you have ever seen Espana Zimbabwe you would ALL understand why. So E.Espana Zimbabwe start actin like she bout ready to properly place the glutes on ya boy in a dancing rhythm so I get into my "Schallenge" stance from the Cosby show. SO we get about 4 good rhythms in and i feel someone's 'go-go gadget' arms grab me. I looks up like ' chill get off me' to find Optimism standing their with the kung fu grip on my arm. Im still like yo chill and we catch eyes(me N optimism). so E.Espana sees this and quickly goes 'ohhh u betta go'. So I sucks my teeth and walks off wit Optimism.to many of u this situation might seem like a win win. I felt and still feel like it was a lose lose. E. Espana has a funky lil attitude which I love(85% of the time) and a body that looks like mad fun. Optimism has a great smile but questionable judgment, it seems. I had a Mike Tyson circa 92' moment. WHen I felt the grip of life on my arm I almost spazzed. like 'how dare this broad think it is ok to interrupt the Gawd?' i started to slightly twitched then i just chilled the hell out quick....cuz I remembered earlier thst shorty told me she was flexible.
yeah
flexible.
Im sure by the next 2 blog entries I will have some detailed information for you to read.
until then good day pimpNs.

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Labor day weekend (first real installment)

however,.......From Sunday, 10pm til Monday 7pm.....
wow
went to a party my boy was throwing on 54th street...mad broads came thru early too... cats got to work early...we was partyin like it was eclipse weekend at conncoll..(aka excitedly making things happen by 12am) we were going hard in de crowded ass, medium sized lounge.... we shoulda left @3am (after good productivity from my whole crew) but my homegirl lost her phone and my boy was Gmackin so we aint leave til 4:15...come to find out it was 6 broads in bk waiting on our arrival which i aint know of until 4 am....great.

oh yeah my boy tossed this pump fakin, waste of time broad’s head into a steel door. I laughed as her shoes flew off while her head simultaneously hit the entrance. Trust me, it was funny.

We gets to bk and I see a bunch (4, 5) of broads that could be my sparring partner for the role of the mother of my children. Immediately I am forlorn because I realize that the last 2 hours would have been much better spent in Brooklyn. Also because I had a tight ass blue hoodie from out my trunk because my shirt was drenched from the party (first time in a while ya boy was drenched from a shindig, u besta believe…)

So I jumps out and go to the trunk to get into my jouvert clothes- Which included a bright Orange T shirt and some 4, 5 year old shorts and my gum stained Lebrons. I comes back in and broads are sleepy which made sense since it was 545 in de am (roughly). SO those three leave and I implore everyone to get dressed and meet us on the parkway. No one listens.

The boys get to the crib @635 and proceed to finish off 3/4s of a galloon of Henny. By 7:25 everyone in the crib is stretched out and sleep. I wakes up @1015 and proceed to put on the rebroadcast of VMAs and watch Beyonce do her wack trenchcoat dance in front of the homosexually male camera director.
We walks out of the crib around 1230pm wit me with 2 turkey N cheese sandwiches, a butter roll, and 128 ounces of citrus punch in my bag.
Oh yes
We were going to war……