March 2012
first off i have to let you know that I love your blog and also I have to thank you for putting me on to Bj the chicago kid I came to your page heard the song and had to look him up... im looking for pineapples now or later right now ooo and my names greg by the way :)
well thank ya kindly Greg! and yes Pineapple Now Laters is, honestly, some legit music. do that!
packing up to head to the Bay. . .i miss my college buddies. . .
i HATED the city in which I attended undergrad, however, my peoples…damn I miss my peoples…
time to get drunk. make drunk calls. then leave to make it in time for the PacDiv concert!!!!
oh yeaaaaa
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Liz Lemon is lucky as shit. . .
she gets Alec Baldwin ANNNNND she got to kiss Selma Hayek…
i didn't know guys still commented on pictures with "you thinkin bout me?"
i wasn’t aware that this was still happening…I thought that was declared uncool like…years ago?
i am iNKWELL
new name.
let’s ride this wave.
“you were doubting yourself the whole time
and settled because you were afraid
you are sinking in this ship
bleeding gallons of your dreams
cut my cupid’s razor blade” —iNKWELL
and settled because you were afraid
you are sinking in this ship
bleeding gallons of your dreams
cut my cupid’s razor blade” —iNKWELL
i used to hate when you'd ask me, "why me tho?"
because you were you. gah!
not many people were allotted the amount of time I gave. but you were just you. and being you made me want to be around you.
you said, “i’m not light skinned. I don’t have locs. I have regular brown eyes. I don’t have a degree. I don’t have the biggest dick. i’m not the tallest nigga out there. so why me?”
I never understood why you always proclaimed what you “don’t have” and over looked what you did. because I saw it. right there. plain as day.
you had the brains. the humor. the personality. and dignity that changed with the tide. they say the two personalities of someone like you would always throw a sagittarius like me for a loop. and i was loopy as fuck
I always wondered why I never asked you “why me?”
probably because I didn’t care. and maybe because I knew I wasn’t anything special.
I asked “why me” one time when I was about 7 years old. I had the flu and couldn’t get well because I was always a sickly kid, and my dad says, “don’t say shit like that Jay. You’re not dying. and you won’t be sick forever.”
and I’ve not said it again. i mean, yea, of course every now and then you’re like “the fuck bruh? is this ONLY happening to me?” but, then you realize it could always be worse, and you get over it.
but you asked “why me?” more often than you asked “why not?” which could be reflective of character and life decisions. asking “why” you’re in the situations you fall into rather than figuring how to get out of them. lookin around at the mess, rather than cleaning it up.
maybe it’s human nature.
why you?
i don’t know. i guess i’ll never know. and the uncertainty of it all makes me uncomfortable. like is this a calm before a storm?
but I was never good at weather predictions.
