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crissle: How To Be An Adult.

Wed, 15 May 2013 17:36:06 -0500

How To Be An Adult.

The Good Night...

Wed, 08 May 2013 20:26:45 -0500

…and the banquet room.

Esquire disappeared while everybody else was waiting in line at the club downtown. Different voices around me kept saying, “He went to the McDonald’s down the street!” So we walk there. I go upstairs and find him with his head resting on the table. He was drunk and didn’t even know I was standing next to him. Once the rest of the group got there, I went to the bathroom to piss and saw ~~his~~ vomit splattered on the toilet seat. The 11 of us talked about what we should do next but it was clear that we couldn’t make any moves with him being unable to hold his head up. So she looked at me and said, “Let’s just go back to the hotel.” I stared at her for a second and made sure that’s what she really wanted to do since it was her last night in Chicago. She was positive. She wanted to be around me as much as I wanted to be around her. She confessed this to me later that night. We told the group what our new plan was and headed back to the hotel.

She changed into some sweatpants and I took off my dress shirt to throw on my hoodie. After a while, everybody ended up back in the hotel with us. We decided to go for a walk and somehow ended up in the basement of the hotel. She led the way as I was pressed against her from behind. Kissing her on the shoulder here and there. The hallways were dark but not pitch black. As my kisses went up towards her face I could feel her cheek curve into a smile around my lips. We walked around half of the basement and found this empty banquet room. She grabbed my hand and whispered in an excited tone, “Come in here with me!” We sat on the floor in the dark as the clothed covered tables surrounded us. The brightest light in the room was this “exit” sign above one of the doors. And after a while we started to hear voices echoing from outside of the banquet room. We didn’t want to fall asleep because we knew time would speed up and the night would be over just like that. Honestly, this is one of the few times where I felt like the sex wasn’t necessary in order for me to say it was a good night. By the time we went back upstairs, the sun was out. She didn’t have heels on and I realized that she was only 5’5” while we waited for the elevator. She was holding my hand and swinging it back and forth a little bit before she asked if I wanted to get breakfast with her. We stared at each other again for a few seconds in silence. She looked happy. I don’t know what I looked like. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! Yes I do. I remember the word she used.

Overwhelmed.

lexzilla: this is my favorite gif of all time.

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 09:32:56 -0500

lexzilla:

this is my favorite gif of all time.

"I see more hate and hidden aggression now than ever before."

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 19:03:52 -0500

“I see more hate and hidden aggression now than ever before.”

- Erykah Badu

sniperwxlf: Txrn Off The Lxghts.ya mind in another...

Sat, 20 Apr 2013 07:15:40 -0500

sniperwxlf:

Txrn Off The Lxghts.

ya mind in another echelon
divine, you a special one
Im feeling luckier than a leprechaun
speeding up my metronome
it beats for you lover..
never seen such a physique on another
sweet summer, everything about you is a wonder
we should break bread like the last supper
I ask of her what’s your favorite kinda music
she said the kind you can use to get through shit
and the kind you can use to get loose with
and sometimes she be on the jazz and blues tip
they should make a movie in your honor
about a fine Nubian with a booty on her
shorty I need you like food and water
kinda like a knight need a suit of armor
it’s kinda bright make that shit dimmer
and I’ma make this shit simmer
I’ma make this shit linger…

Instrumental: Hazel “Turn The Lights Off”

Boston...

Thu, 18 Apr 2013 01:45:29 -0500

…and the Asians.

I was trying to think of something funny to post but it’s not coming out because all of my thoughts and energy is focused on what happened Monday. Not the Boston bombing. When I saw that on tv and read about it on Twitter as it was happening, I honestly felt numb to it. Almost as if it didn’t matter because of what was going on Monday. I was in a drive-thru on my lunch break with my phone’s ear piece in listening to Bill Simmons talk about Jay Leno stepping down from his show. Side note: you ever notice how often food is a part of my stories? Anyway, the audio went out and the generic ringtone went off. My mother was calling me. With a groggy voice that I always have by that time of the day, I answered.

“Hello?”

“Hi, is this RJ?”

“Yes”

“Hi, this is Regina. I’m calling because your mother was just rushed to the ER. She was at work and she had a seizure. We’re at the hospital around the corner from her job. I called your sister and she’s on the way right now as well.”

“I’m heading up there now.”

After I hung up, Bill Simmons’ loud voice erupted back into my headphones before I yanked it out of my ear. On the way there, my legs felt like noodles. That’s what I remember the most. Pressing down on the gas I clearly didn’t have all the strength in my feet. Wolf was in my CD player too but only becuase that was the last thing I downloaded. By the time I got to the hospital, there was an Asian family with swollen eyes and bloody faces in the waiting area. Two men and four women. They all got jumped because of their race. That’s my assumption because why else would you beat up old Asian women? Then the bombs in Boston started going off. And to be completely honest, I didn’t care. It was kinda hard to. But I’ll recognize the significance of it once this seizure stuff is over with. Her face and her arm is still tingling and that means it can come back at any moment.

How do you prepare for this shit?

Photo

Wed, 10 Apr 2013 11:19:13 -0500

"It is an interesting law of romance that a truly strong woman will choose a strong man who disagrees..."

Wed, 10 Apr 2013 10:30:45 -0500

“It is an interesting law of romance that a truly strong woman will choose a strong man who disagrees with her over a weak one who goes along. Strength demands intelligence, intelligence demands stimulation, and weakness is boring. It is better to find a partner you can contend with for a lifetime than one who accommodates you because he doesn’t really care. … Sixty seconds of wondering if someone is about to kiss you is more entertaining than 60 minutes of kissing. … Spill the beans, and the conversation is history. Speak in code, with wit and challenge, and the process of decryption is like foreplay.”

- Roger Ebert

Me and my sister.

Thu, 04 Apr 2013 17:13:23 -0500

Me and my sister.

White Women...

Thu, 04 Apr 2013 08:16:55 -0500

…and the barbers.

For my barbershop to be so small, it can be so loud. Yelling, arguing, and debating about current events and personal stuff. This one dude was talking about letting his girlfriend move in with him and everybody pretty much told him that he might as well marry her ass because it’s such a strong commitment. The short barber started going off about how he’s been living on his own, from one girlfriend’s house to another, since he was 15. He’s 24 now but finally has his own spot. Then the funny barber got really loud and the way he responded to him never left my mind to this day. ”Nigga just because you out of your mama house don’t mean shit! That’s called lateral movement!” He took one step to his left then two steps to his right. “You making all of these moves and steps but none of them are moving you forward!” This is the best thing I ever heard in a barbershop by far.

On a completely different note, white women (of all ages) have been giving me a lot of attention lately and it’s weirding me out a little because they usually ignore me for the most part. Flirting with me when I’m at Best Buy, giggling and touching my shoulder while I’m out looking for a new apartment, complimenting me and staring into my soul when our eyes lock. Where is this coming from? One that looked like a real life version of Daria put her hand on my chest. I was like “Guh!” But low key I’m a little cautious because of what happened the first time I was intimate with a white girl. Knowing me, it won’t even cross my mind if me and another one got to that point.

I’ll save that for another post.

sbnation: After the game, Louisville brought the championship...

Mon, 01 Apr 2013 21:30:35 -0500

sbnation:

After the game, Louisville brought the championship trophy to Kevin Ware’s hospital room.

(Photos via and Peyton Siva’s Instagram and Zagsblog)

"I never liked dealing with money. It comes between real shit. Friendship, loyalty, and love is the..."

Mon, 01 Apr 2013 21:26:16 -0500

“I never liked dealing with money. It comes between real shit. Friendship, loyalty, and love is the real shit. Money is the other shit. I have one way of dealing with money, and then you have educated people, who know how to deal with money, and we have conflicts there. It’s like in the movie Wall Street, my man Gekko says, “Pay attention. Money’s a jealous bitch. Either you’re going to pay attention to her, or she’ll find someone else that will.””

- Nas

oddfuture: Video For IFHY. Again, Directed By Wolf Haley. Yes,...

Sun, 31 Mar 2013 19:02:08 -0500

oddfuture:

Video For IFHY. Again, Directed By Wolf Haley. Yes, That Is P Voice At The End. WOLF April 2nd! Pre-Order It Here.

Stupid Little Dances...

Thu, 28 Mar 2013 06:46:03 -0500

…and eye contact.

You ever met somebody or ran into them by mistake and when you locked eyes with them, for the life of you, you couldn’t look away? And the best part was the person was staring at couldn’t look away either? Not from a distance, I’m talking about up close. This has happened to me three times from what I can remember. The first was at this little concert my school put together. I was doing my stupid little dances with my roommates in the front row and on accident I bumped into this girl who was dancing with her friends on my right. At the exact same time, both of us looked at each other and said, “Oh I’m sorry!” Then I saw how beaufitul she was. And those three seconds or whatever it was felt like 10 minutes of slow motion. I didn’t hear anything. I was stuck on the library glasses she was wearing and the red dress that complimented her skin tone. “RJ!” Somebody on my left yelled my name and that was that. But I love these moments because they completely catch you off guard.

The second time this happened was when I met Jill Scott. I still can’t believe I fucked that one up. But the third time was a few weeks ago at this presentation I had to go to for work. I personally knew the lady that brought the food to the event and was asking her if she needed help carrying the extra food back to her desk or what. Then one of the managers came up to me and said, “RJ, this is Sasha. She’s hfiuec cenjwbwebn v bcjec bncjwcibnc cjncww.” I was being introduced to a woman that worked in a another building and after she said what her name was, the rest of the sentences were gibberish to me. I shook her hand and continued shaking it for at least 15 seconds. All the while staring into each other’s eyes. After the manager stopped talking I put my hands back in my pockets and shifted my focus back to the woman handling the food. Sasha (this isn’t her real name) slid over to my right and the manager walked away. Almost immediately, this woman started asking me questions. She was well spoken. Her hair stopped at her shoulders and she has this smile you can get lost in if you ain’t careful. Hanging off of her arm was a brown purse and she was wearing a dark blue peacoat with brown boots. In this moment, I learned that I love women who can dress. From head to toe there was nothing about her that I disliked plus she was flirting me, I was like “Is this real?!” Then her boss grabbed her and just like that, she was gone. For those few minutes we talked, it felt like my heart was suspended in air. Not like a roller coaster when you’re going down and your heart dips. It was the opposite. If roller coasters were backwards and they shot you up in the air instead of plunging you towards the ground, this is what your heart would feel like. Not quite like taking off in an airplane. More free. I’m itching to meet her again and it’s making me feel like a little ass girl. Few women have this effect on me. When my heart do these stupid little dances like the ones I was doing at that concert.

But I love these moments.

Photo

Wed, 27 Mar 2013 23:03:22 -0500

"Style is the answer to everything. A fresh way to approach a dull or dangerous thing To do a dull..."

Sun, 24 Mar 2013 19:33:54 -0500

“

Style is the answer to everything.
A fresh way to approach a dull or dangerous thing
To do a dull thing with style is preferable to doing a dangerous thing without it
To do a dangerous thing with style is what I call art

Bullfighting can be an art
Boxing can be an art
Loving can be an art
Opening a can of sardines can be an art

Not many have style
Not many can keep style
I have seen dogs with more style than men,
although not many dogs have style.
Cats have it with abundance.

When Hemingway put his brains to the wall with a shotgun,
that was style.
Or sometimes people give you style
Joan of Arc had style
John the Baptist
Jesus
Socrates
Caesar
García Lorca.

I have met men in jail with style.
I have met more men in jail with style than men out of jail.
Style is the difference, a way of doing, a way of being done.
Six herons standing quietly in a pool of water,
or you, naked, walking out of the bathroom without seeing me.

”

- Charles Bukowski

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Sun, 24 Mar 2013 19:13:52 -0500

High Definition...

Sun, 24 Mar 2013 19:02:13 -0500

…and Girls.

I’m watching television for the first time in true HD. During basketball games, I can hear the players yelling out plays and directing each other on defense. I can see every pore on anybody’s face. But most importantly, I have HBO for the first time in like 4 or 5 years. Scrolling through the channels, I came across this show called Girls. It’s on right now as I type this. I told my friend what I was doing and she asked, “Why are you watching that show?” I’m assuming she knows more about premium cable then I do. I replied, “I’m watching for the lesbians.” I sound like Stiffler but at the same time, I don’t care.

This show has been on for hours and the whole time I kept asking myself, “Where are the damn lesbians?” So I googled Girls and saw that it’s about some recent graduate who’s trying to figure out how to make a decent life in NY (at least I think this is NY). The show was on in the background as I was writing and every time I looked up, she was fucking some random dude. I thought to myself, “A lesbian coming back to the wild side. I can dig it.” But actually, the show that I’m thinking of is The L Word. There are no lesbians on this show. I’ve wasted precious background television noise.

When is Breaking Bad coming back?

oikonny: This is exactly what it looks like. Download || NATIVE...

Fri, 22 Mar 2013 12:18:20 -0500

oikonny:

This is exactly what it looks like.

Download || NATIVE EP (with Dotropolis)

"We are a part of the generation who honestly thinks we can change the world by tweeting and..."

Mon, 18 Mar 2013 18:56:06 -0500

“We are a part of the generation who honestly thinks we can change the world by tweeting and reblogging posts.”

- Unknown