Friday, April 2, 2010

Random Shite...

* the young man feels kind of bad about his rant over Charlie Wilson. the young man's in-laws saw him at a music festival, and said he was out of the musical loop for a while because he had cancer. the young man can be a jerk sometimes. rarely, but it still happens... not that this at all excuses use of the word "onliest".

* the young man has made a weird discovery about himself - he REALLY does not care for most people. aside from his "crew" and the people he lives with, people generally annoy the $#!T out of him. he is a nice person, and he tolerates people and their opinions, etc., but for the most part he would love to not have to talk to anyone outside of his circle ever again. he made this discovery the other nightm, and it really kind of depressed him. pray for the young man - he needs it. prayer, and perhaps a lobotomy. not alcohol, because alcohol doesn't do anything but make the young man hot and angry, and praying always works.

* sade's new album is NOT THAT GREAT. there. i said it. 2 songs, tops. i love ya ms. adu, but i will continue to pump your earlier catalogue like it was just released last week.

* the young man is a humungous fan of erykah badu. her new cd did not disappoint. her new video for window seat, where she strips naked for the camera and gets shot on the same street where jfk got gunned down, changed something for tym, though. for the longest, tym looked at erykah as erykah badu, the creative, free-spirited musical phenomenon. now that he has seen her half naked (more like 90%), and witnessed just how much junk she has in her trunk (uh... WOW!!!!), tym sees her in a different light. now, she is a... girl. still a genius, but also a sexual being... (a lone tear streaks down tym's fuzzy cheek).

* i may have to start calling this words from the fat man. i am in no way nearing mr. belvedere status, but i feel like i am. i think it has a lot to do with my wanting to remain attractive as i take up residence in my 40's, and the fact that fried foods call me like pookie's crack pipe in new jack city (wings...).

more to come...

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