one time jay told me “it’s in college where we’ll really have to work for our relationship”. that was a funny statement, coming from two young high-school seniors about to close the long-distance chapter of their relationship. but it was true. we saw each other about three times senior year, yet, it was easy. and it was funny to think that when i’d finally be able to call him and say “ay, let’s grab lunch”, instead of “man, i can’t wait to see you in four months”, would be the time we’d really have to work for our relationship. but the long distance did wonders for us, and in college, we worked for it. oh yeah, we did. but college is over, and now, instead, it’s after college where we’ll really have to work for our relationship. and after that, it’ll be, it’s during grad school where we’ll really have to work for our relationship. when we find jobs. when we live on our own. when we ______.
lol, i make it sound like a job. it isn’t. point is, the work never stops. but there is nothing i’m more willing to work at than this. and that’s something i knew from the beginning.
and we work, because we work for it.
as ziggy says, we’re on a ride that never stops. but this is one hell of a ride and i’m lovin every single moment of it.
no, fuck that. i can’t tell you how much i hate that stupid kid ridin on fame like he deserves it. his tunes are catchy, but nothing more than that. he’s just a product of good connections and an overpopulation of teenage girls who dig that pre-pubertal swag (i do in fact believe that his balls have not yet dropped).
why don’t you do what katt did tho. go google the shit outta esperanza. you’ll be pleasantly surprised.
Congratulations to Esperanza Spalding, the Best New Artist for the 2011 Grammys.
Just to reiterate. & if you don’t have her music yet, please don’t jump on the bandwagon & criticize any artist for receiving an award before you educate yourself & give their music a fair listen. You’ll be pleasantly surprised :)
holy shit. talk about those now-i-have-to-shave-my-legs-again shivers. such a beautiful and soulful voice accompanied by such perfecttt bass, AND to one of my most favorite songs. EVER. what a coincidence that it’s so appropriate for v-day.
happy v-day to all you lovebirds out there! but please, please, please. please don’t buy in to this lame excuse of a holiday. listen to the words of this song. really listen. those roses, heart-shaped boxes of chocolates, and aqua-blue T&Co boxes should seem insignificant (and a damn waste of money) if the words of this song are really taken to heart.
My brother’s been having nightmares ever since I can remember. But last night, his dream was about me. And he said it was so intensely horrifying, that he woke up from not being able to handle the the stress of his dream’s scariness. When he told me this, it SCARED. THE. FUCK. OUT. OF. ME. To the point of almost-tears privately in my room. He didn’t tell me his actual dream because I refused to hear it, and he agreed that it was a good idea not to talk about it.
I went to bed anxious and scared, so I prayed. And prayed and prayed. I think I prayed myself to sleep, and I felt better as I dozed off. I guess I’m just asking for your prayers. For my brother, so his sleep isn’t disturbed by scary, dark shit. And for me too, please.
i like to people-watch. don’t judge cuz i know you do too, lol.
-asian couple at one of the small square tables. girl is studying intently, while guy has his chair pulled right up next to hers, his arm around her shoulders, staring into space, maybe people-watching like me. he’s like a human blanket.
-guy walks in and asks a random girl if she smokes. she says no, and he says “well that’s too bad, i was gonna give you these” pulling out a pack of cigs. stwange?
i can’t stop smiling. on the way to work. during work. after work. now. i’m just so thankful for the blessings that god has been nerf-gunning in my direction the past couple days. it’s an amazing feeling, knowing that soon i’ll be spending my time learning how to care for people (in the nursing sense) instead of being a useless bum that can’t even make her bed in the morning.