Saturday, September 5, 2009

Drake: 0 for 2 in my book



I actually like this song, though I not the biggest Aubrey fan since I remember his days rolling through the halls of Degrassi, and his beginnings as a backpack rapper before he switched the style up and watched the money pile up...

But this song is good. It speaks to me.

This video does not. All potential lost, they could have gone for a storyline of some sort that could be relatable to a wider swath of people, or in the least bit, been entertaining (which is the purpose of a vid, no?). Instead the beginning looks like both dudes going through erectile dysfunction (I just want to be successful...), and then they're cruising the streets for... men playing bball? Right. Way to let the song get lost in translation.

Sidebar: I am so OVER the hip hop cliche of a a dude sitting at the foot of his bed rapping, while some pretty broad looks on indifferently. What is that? Lets get back to champagne and hot tubs already.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

A haiku for: Zack Galifianakis



Bushy bushy beard
Please give me your awkward stare
With rapies cocktails



LOVE HIM.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

We're back in 5, 4, 3, 2...


It's 11 o'clock, on the dot, I'm in my drop top...

Ok, not quite. It's 11:43pm, I'm in my room, contemplating my life.

So for all my Sherlock Holmes' out there, of course I went on a hiatus. It wasn't anything on purpose (it never is), just some times there's nothing that I write that I want to share.

Also, life made me feel a little bit like that Koala right there: broken and bewildered. In 30 days I:

- got laid off
- saw my church choir get disbanded (of which I had been a painfully diligent member of almost a year)
- came thisclose to falling in love, until it got swept up in some baby mama drama shit that I never ever EVER thought I'd be a part of, and lo' never desire to participate in again IN LIFE

And some other juicy shit that I may or may not disclose at a later date.

Now I know to some hardcore lifers, this is nothing. I acknowledge it - my life is far from tragic (just melodramatic). Yet to my tiny intsy little reindeer of a heart with a red nose, it was a lot to deal with, let alone all at one time.

But it's a process. This is my life's motto: Life is a journey, not a destination. If we were to rush through all this mess and drama and crap and tears and happiness and disappointment and joy and accomplishments, exactly where are we headed? The grave.

So you got to find the little things to inspire you. The tiny notes from God to help you trudge through the valley and get up the other side of that hill. A same day ticket to Texas for under $300, and just enough on your credit card to make it work. A four year old singing the theme song to Family Guy. Your grandmother deciding that at 75, she wants to kick start her modeling career. These are my rainbows. I hope you recognize yours. Remember: no rain, no rainbows.

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