Heard A Song Today

...and I was dragged back to September/October of '09. I had no choice but to smile while reminiscing those days. Especially whn listening to "Hyyerr"

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Music

I've been playing some songs on repeat as of right now... Below I've listed a couple.


Honorable Mention: French Inhale.

FISCAL!

Every year my job throws a party in celebration of another awesome year under our belts. Last year it was at Motor City, this year it was at the Fillmore. It was fucking awesome, I do think the venue was better last year, but the fact that I went to fiscal an assistant manager, knew a shit ton of ppl, and drank an obscene amount of alcohol topped all that.

Check out some pics below






















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Toronto!

Was the shit! Ate great food, met great ppl and had an awesome time making an international episode of the Cupcake & Chrissy show.

































































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Call me, "cold" but...

If I'm in a strictly sexual relationship I don't txt outside of, "when are you free", "whn can u meet up", and I find kissing too intimate. If we kiss, we go together.

It all stems from my fear of mono and other communicable diseases. In order for me to kiss you, I gotta trust/like you. So once again, if I kiss you, we go together.

Think Happy Thoughts

So my junior year of college I was talking to this guy that lived in Ohio. Don't remember the specifics of how we met, I just remember we got "serious" on Halloween. He was kind, caring, and just an all-around good guy, there were just a couple of problems

He was 25 years old (at the time), didn't have a job, never went to school, and still lived at home with his grandma. His reason for not having a job was because of his "medical condition". "I want to get a job but I have this condition where I instantly start itching all over really bad and in order for me to make it stop I have to go home and lay in the bed". Yes, you read correctly, he was allergic to being productive. This was the same reasoning for everything else. Of course if he didn't have a job or income, he couldn't afford his own place. During the summer he cut grass. At 25 he had the same occupation of an entrepreneurial 13 year old. I was willing to overlook that.

The straw that broke the camel's back was when I asked him I come up & visit (I was going to pay for his ticket), pay for the hotel & just chill during my Xmas break. His excuse for not coming was that the weather was going to be bad and he didn't want to travel in that type of weather. I was done. What type of nigga is gonna drudge up some 'ol lame ass excuse like that to an all expense paid trip to some ass?? A lame ass nigga w/ no ambition, that's who. I broke up w/ him and became celibate for the remaining of the year to focus on my grades.

Anyway, I was on twitter today and he decided to hit me up...



I'm debating the nicest way to say "hell no".

Random

I'm watching a movie named, The City of Your Final Destination, and Laura Linney's character happened to be cracking open some pecans & it made me think of some moments in my childhood