love loser?
hello world,
as i listen to Common time travel chillin' at the crib of Mizthang and her sisters, chasing the dogs around...a reunion of sorts, making up for lost time, we're yelling because her mom's not home...yep. we haven't seen eachother and hung out for years and years. Now we're back and we're getting our music on. I discovered today that I'm a poor rapper, I've always been better without beats, I KNEW IT, I'm a spoken wordist, a poetry slammist, but dammit I'm a good writer, cuz D spit my lyrics back to me on a beatnuts beat and it sounded TIGHT..yep, that's where the money is, and I'ma be rich as a writer.
So, love is all around, even though men through around the word "commitment" when they mean "I need my dick stroked" but I didn't want to believe it because I thought I had a good man...not that he's not a good man, but he's just not the one at this time, again. And I thought Oprah had helped me through today. She's got a hellatight mag, y'all..don't hate on Oprah!
So, it's not just a loss...it's a gain, no tears though there was disappointment..but my relationships have been getting steadily longer and better, so all in all, it's all good. The first one since I got back in the country was the one that was the bootycall that I needed after the boomboom hiatus I imposed on myself for damn near a year. The second was the sweet spanish boy that could have "taken care" of me, the kind that has a good job and all that, very sweet, but it was a summer fling and was set as so. It just ended spontaneously and no one was really missed eachother. The latest, I don't think it's over, though in a lot of ways, it is. Cryptic-yeah, but so is he, that's because he's the male version of me, which in reality, is probably not that good of an idea anyway.....right? all4now.
