yeah yeah yeah - new tattoo. "blessed are those who struggle"
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yeah, god lives on the other side of the wall.
actually, i'm not 100% sure what i meant by that, but it felt good to say it.
and deep.
speaking of being deep: i hate when poets say "this poem is going to be deep" before they spit the poem and it turns out to be wack as fxck.
nah mean?
if i was forced to give a title to every 30 days, i would call the past 30 days: "the 30 days of insecurities."
92.3% of the people in my life spent a great deal of those days feeling insecure - whether they admitted it to me or not. what i do know for sure is that i'm no dummie - and i know people (thanks to a few professors, mentors, books, and being who i am) - and i know what insecurity looks and sounds like.
if you're sitting there asking yourself "is he talking about me?" - then i'm talking about you.
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feeling better about my workouts:
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and i'm thinking of making a few changes to the reality television world:
i think the biggest loser should NOT be about losing weight...but about real losers:
neffie
frankie
lisa raye
brandy
ray j
kim & reggie
and the list goes on.
i mean, for real! what the hell is the issue?
why does EVERYBODY have a reality show?
the only reality show starring a used-to-be celebrity that was worth watching and that deserved an EMMY was BEING BOBBY BROWN. for real.
that was BY FAR the greatest show ever in life.
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i'm learning that my even my reflection is finding it hard to be me. the life is getting a bit hard - but fair - and i love it more now than i did yesterday.
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last week was coachella here in LA - crazy crowds, bands, jay -z, cocaine, liquor and diversity.
who could ask for anything more.
okay okay okay - i didn't do cocaine - but the people i was with did cocaine...
so it was still a great time.
and this is NOT my endorsement to try it.
sigh - stop being so damn sensitive.
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and if you've been reading, you'd know i've been doing 30 poems in 30 days. today i posted poem 19: (check post below).
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if these walls could talk...we would think someone was trapped inside of them and be scared as hell.
lol. for real.
#random, i know.
speaking of random, i still dislike 99% of tyler perry's work.
and i'm about to send a nasty letter to ntozake shange's house for giving permission to produce her masterpiece.
i hate being an intellectual sometimes.
looking at many of my high school friends, i sometimes think it would have been easier to make nothing of myself, trap myself in a box, and one day die thinking there's nothing else out there.
then i think:
naw.
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oh yeah...why are you not following me on twitter? : @skinnyjeanius
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and there's 5 weeks until memorial day.
some of you with the muffin tops may have waited too long to start working out - but those of you with a chance can get the body you really want by then. DO IT!!!!
if you're reading this...that means you could also be doing crunches right now. right? right? right?
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well...don't wanna bore you relaly and i really dont have much to discuss with you...
so i'll end it there.
cool?
get at me.
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