Have I said enough that writer’s block has been kicking my ass? Well it has. And I’m sick of it. They say the only way to end writer’s block is to write. So fuck it. I’m going to post something on this blog everyday until I put together a post that I actually like.
Excuse me because I may get random. I may get raw. Some days I may not make sense. There are days when I might write complete and utter bullshit. But I don’t care. Hell, I dropped $15 on the domain name, I’ll stink up the joint if I want to. You can read/not read. Comment or not comment. But I’ve got to do what I’ve got to do.
What’s on my mind? A few things.
The murder of OB-GYN George Tiller disturbed the hell out of me. How do you commit a murder in the name of God in a church? I detest that people pick and choose which Bible verses to count as truth. Even if God sought “vengeance” against sinners (which I don’t believe because God is forgiving), isn’t there a verse in the Bible that says “Vengeance is Mine?” Meaning if you’re a Christian, you should leave the judgment to him. “Judge not, lest ye be judged,” assholes.
So planes disappear in thin air now? For real?
I watched the Star Trek Movie last night and it was effin’ awesome. I didn’t even like the television show, but the movie kicked ass. I watched it right before sleep, though, so I had weird dreams about time travel.
For the love of God, Dick Cheney PUH-LEEZE JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP! Where was all this openness and disclosure when you were in office?
So since I divorced Hip-Hop, why is he coming around sounding all sexy and turning me on again? Aside from my Wale fandom, I’ve been enjoying the sounds of J. Cole, Mickey Factz, Big Sean & Drake. But I’m still too stubborn to fully commit to him again. So for now, we’re still just messing around on the regular.
Speaking of the New Jacks in the game, Charles Hamilton is a fucking douche. He got insanely lucky that his girl only punched him once. I would’ve been on some T.I. shit, …but seeing this nigga bleed’s the only thing that’s gon’ relax me…
Is it just me or has Facebook gotten extra boring lately? Or maybe I’m just a Twitterholic.
People talk shit about Beyonce, but she’s a bad bitch. And not because of any music or movie she’s put out lately. It’s because of a verse I heard Jay spit on a Raphael Saaqdiq remix. This dude said: I know I used to ask of you/to get it and go like a drive thru/until that day you said “Close your eyes, let me ride you/(let me ride you)/Drove me insane with ya ride too/Nice move/Maestro, you can cue the wedding march/I’m done/Tried to run/But Cupid hit me dead in heart. If that line is autobiographical, eff what you heard, Bey is my hero.
I think that’s all for now. Told you it’s going to be random as hell. But I’m going to write my way out of this slump. One post at a time.
Have not had the desire to hear one track. Came upon a song with him and Dre that was “eh.” Same with Busta Rhymes. “Conglomerate” doesn’t do too much for me (the original cut with Jeezy was cool, but replacing him with Wayne kind of killed it) and outside of the goofy dance I’d do in the club upon hearing it, “Arab Money” didn’t thrill me either. How about this? Jay’s going on tour this summer and releasing the Blueprint 3 this year. How do I feel about it? Again, “eh.”




