The beginning of Summer (Or, how I've learned to stop tripping and be myself)...

I've got a new job. (Hooray for me, Billy! © Chappelle's Show)


And so, begins a new chapter in this thing I call life. It means more money, and a better opportunity for advancement, which is great.


So now, I'm in search for my A.N.G.E.L. What? I gotta start somewhere.


I'm in search for that special someone to spend the summer with, maybe a little longer than that, I'm talking some years.




Everybody is telling me to keep my heart, become something I'm not. I'm no pimp. I'm not a baller, or a player.


I'm just a regular Joe. With a extraordinary sense of humor. And the ability to cook some mean dishes. (No microwave dinners for me) Oh, and I can create some poetry for the masses. Maybe even a book or two.

But that's just it. Since I'm the regular Joe, regular ain't enough no more, women nowadays want the extravagant. the elegant, the extreme. I'm no yes man. But I'm not so stuck in my ways that I'm always right either.

Damn, I'm making this sound like I'm putting out a personal ad. And I'm not saying I'm above that. I'm just saying, I shouldn't have to resort to that.


But I am. (Trust, it's not a last resort. I could go all out and be somebody I'm not, but that's too much like lying...)


And I'm not tripping.


I'll be alright, I can get down with being alone for a hot minute.


But it IS the summertime. And the ladies are looking as fine as ever. Even though it's been 4 years, some girls still on that workout plan. Man, living near VA Beach can cause some issues, especially with women on vacay, women who left their knucklehead of a man cause he hot and wanna fight all the time, and women looking for that hot one-nighter. You can see the issues with that. Women on vacay got to go home, the fall season is right around the corner and that summer thing is over and done with, and one night stands aren't really my thing, with disease, drama, and thieves (yeah, some women is STRAIGHT GRIMEY) out there.


So what is a good brother to do?


Be himself. I got to do me before I can *ahem* do somebody else.


She'll come along. And when she do, I'll knock her socks off, figuratively and literally.


Oh yeah.




What, you didn't know your boy can THROW DOWN?



You better ask about me.

Saturday Night (Oooh Oooh!)

So, here I am, chilling, listening to OutKast, lurking on one of my favorite blogger's website, wondering what the hell am I doing home on a Saturday night.

Then it hits me.


I don't have nobody to chill with anyway.

I mean, let's start from jump. Cinnamon Sugar is hard at work, The Captain is at home with her "husband", Jessica Simpson is a full 700 miles away from me, and Little Bit is playing kissy face with another dude...

So, I'm nursing this cool Corona, hoping my celly jumps off.

Of course, it's as quiet as a high school right now.

Reading m.dot's blog on chicken and steak had me thinking two things. One, I could go for good steak right now. Medium well, right amount of seasoning, some mashed potatoes, some broccoli, and a tall mug of my favorite fire water? Man, I'll be right for the night. Alas, no steak in the crib.

Two?

For every woman I speak to, every woman who puts me in their life, am I the chicken to them, or the steak?

Ah, who knows.

Damn, James, SpottieOttieDopaliscious just came on.

A year ago, it was nothing for me to hop in the whip, drive out to VA Beach, and cruise the Strip. Wilding out with my cousins, trying to holla at a couple of jawns for the night, doing some PLP, then heading back to my crib for the after party.

I'm older now, and gas is a full 50 cent more than what it was. Can't cruise like I want to.

Somehow, tonight, as much as I joke on the cupcakers and the cuddle buddies about not having the ability to speak up and say what they really want, I would rather be bullshitting with some female, knowing ain't nothing jumping off between us, than to be cursing out this damn bottle for not having anymore beer in it.

Damn, I'm done already?


Going to go get another refill.



Damn, Damn, Damn, James.

See you on the flipside, as long as you don't flip sides.

~E. Brock