I'm writin' this one with tha song, "lies" by the Black Keys in my head.I just got word that a friend of mine, has got a case of the relationshits. (don't spellcheck me mofos i'll explain) Once you have found that special someone, whether at your favorite watering hole, office or champange room, you embark upon a journey to know them just as well as any proctologist or gynocologist would. Thus the relationship is born.
Now during this time, there will be a series of good times, bad times, and what tha f**k was I thinkin times. (indicators that signaled this shit may not be kosher.) But through the pain stakin' process, something tells you that this.... this.... being is the one for you. Now.... you done did it now, you went to Costco, Sam' club or that bodega near 125th and bought that symbol of yo luv....I pronounce you......
Fast forward seven long-ass, three and a half were good, four kids into the game years. She don't wear her hair like she used to. You don't wear your stomach, like you used to. But you being the.... hee hee.... man you are, decides he want to rectify the situation with a little rectum. (some booty people. an affair. keep up guys)
That brings us to the relationshits. Look I don't pretend to about this courtin' s**t.But I know this, It's better to be upfront about your unhappiness in a relationship, than to take matters into your own hands. It's extremely hard when kids are in the picture, but when do you start back being the person you were, instead of the person you've become?
For some, there are many that are in a good place with their relationship. Then there are those that are running out the clock, waitin' out the obvious. Life is to short for anybody to be removed from happiness too long, The only way to stop the relationshits is get is to take a dose of common sense, followed by a steady diet of positivity, then have a piece of mind now and then. If not, they got Depends on sale at Walgreens.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
This shit right hurrr...
Ooomygawwd!!! *Sips Tahitian Treat fruit punch, listenin' to "Bad Luck" by Teddy Pendergrass* just when you thought a party could'nt top itself...BAM! To quote my man Katt Williams "This shit right heere n**ga..This shit right heere..."
Friday nite at Rev's in Country Club Hills IL was another banger to go down in tha history books. You can tell you in for some good azz debauchery when tha parking lot was filled BEFORE 10!!! Of course my monkey azz got there at about 10:20 (I was tryin' on this pair of British Knights...sue me) When I did get there...Goood Gaawwd!!! How does a party start off..interestin'? I mean...shit..most parties at least start off wit a lull in tha action, then start to ramp up tha pace. Ohh no.. not in this muthaphucka.....
From tha very start tha music had people sucked in. The clever mix of rhythms and beats had heads bobbin' from tha jump. Then...It was already packed around tha dance floor...why did tha dance floor,...all of a sudden...YOU COULD'NT SEE THA DAMN FLOOR! People took themselves to a whole...notha...level. Tha good times were jus startin'. Tha bar was just a flowin' wit people. I felt like I was downtown tryin' to get served shheeet.... (To my bartender..much luv. she's was losin' her mind for a minute)
Tha atmosphere had somethin' for errrbody. For tha fellas tha women ratio was on 10! For tha ladies..It was a chance to enjoy themselves without some of tha immature bullshit. I must say that tha mix of people was on tha money. To see tha "Grown and sexy" crowd reeeally be who they are, and not that uptight, too cool bullshit. I love to see Black Star power minglin' wit tha crowd. To see Grammy winners like Hula and Maurice Joshua just bein' tha cats we know. To see Sundance (Chicago's tightest female DJ) in tha buildin' Jus bein' beautiful people.
Now...That does'nt mean I did'nt catch ya'll, who were there not bein' beautiful. To tha ladies I hung out with by tha door...Thank you for tha company..( You smelled and reminded me of Cinnamon.)(no stalker) Also.. was it models nite?!? SWEEARTAGAWWD it was amazing. Fellas..Thanks for wearin' so many tight T-shirts. I didn't know if I was goin' to give away Monostat 7 at tha door. Not to mention guys... you kept it respectable which is some "Denzel" shit.
Heere we go....to those on tha dance floor, I sure as hell did'nt for get you! To tha gentlemen lettin their "Inner Rupaul" come out... jus' be careful next time. your move are good for praise dancin' at church, but for a packed dance floor...not so much. And ladies *shakes his head*... I don't mind your "Inner Nasty Azz" comin' out during to party, but pace yourselves please. Also can errrbody pace yourselves while in tha party. after a while tha air was a clever blend of..Armani code, Polo, CK1, Vera Wang and azz!!!
This was AGAIN... a great time..period...I guess tha question remains for all of you that did'nt go as well as those that did...WHEN ARE YOU COMMIN'?!? Damn it's only 10 damn dollars (FREE BEFORE 10) ya can't beat that. I've done this for 2 Friday's so far, and i'm thinkin' of this Friday to be tha third. Come on please. Ya won't regret it. This is tha movement that will neva die!
COME EXPERIENCE SOME OF THIS HEERE...
Rev's 18221 Pulaski. Country Club Hills IL. I wanna see you cats there THIS FRIDAY!!!
Mad Love to tha engineers of this movement...To my dudes Hula and Maurice Joshua. Mad Props to DJ Blendz, Lidell "NuNu" Townsell, Eric "E-smoove"Miller. One Love to Sundance (Chicago's Tightest female DJ) and my dude Stacy Kidd. Mad Props to tha Diz for tha electric set he played.
One love my people..Cheryl, Tracy ,Ms Forte, Craig A., Michael Younger, Marc Allen and my girl Arlene who's snappin pics...Sheeeet.. I think i'm done *Finishes off fruit punch*
If I forgot anybody...I'm sssssoo sorry. Hit me up on Facebook or Twitter me (Mayhemm09) for tha next one and I'll put you in tha mix. (For real,for real)
ONE LOVE.
Friday nite at Rev's in Country Club Hills IL was another banger to go down in tha history books. You can tell you in for some good azz debauchery when tha parking lot was filled BEFORE 10!!! Of course my monkey azz got there at about 10:20 (I was tryin' on this pair of British Knights...sue me) When I did get there...Goood Gaawwd!!! How does a party start off..interestin'? I mean...shit..most parties at least start off wit a lull in tha action, then start to ramp up tha pace. Ohh no.. not in this muthaphucka.....
From tha very start tha music had people sucked in. The clever mix of rhythms and beats had heads bobbin' from tha jump. Then...It was already packed around tha dance floor...why did tha dance floor,...all of a sudden...YOU COULD'NT SEE THA DAMN FLOOR! People took themselves to a whole...notha...level. Tha good times were jus startin'. Tha bar was just a flowin' wit people. I felt like I was downtown tryin' to get served shheeet.... (To my bartender..much luv. she's was losin' her mind for a minute)
Tha atmosphere had somethin' for errrbody. For tha fellas tha women ratio was on 10! For tha ladies..It was a chance to enjoy themselves without some of tha immature bullshit. I must say that tha mix of people was on tha money. To see tha "Grown and sexy" crowd reeeally be who they are, and not that uptight, too cool bullshit. I love to see Black Star power minglin' wit tha crowd. To see Grammy winners like Hula and Maurice Joshua just bein' tha cats we know. To see Sundance (Chicago's tightest female DJ) in tha buildin' Jus bein' beautiful people.
Now...That does'nt mean I did'nt catch ya'll, who were there not bein' beautiful. To tha ladies I hung out with by tha door...Thank you for tha company..( You smelled and reminded me of Cinnamon.)(no stalker) Also.. was it models nite?!? SWEEARTAGAWWD it was amazing. Fellas..Thanks for wearin' so many tight T-shirts. I didn't know if I was goin' to give away Monostat 7 at tha door. Not to mention guys... you kept it respectable which is some "Denzel" shit.
Heere we go....to those on tha dance floor, I sure as hell did'nt for get you! To tha gentlemen lettin their "Inner Rupaul" come out... jus' be careful next time. your move are good for praise dancin' at church, but for a packed dance floor...not so much. And ladies *shakes his head*... I don't mind your "Inner Nasty Azz" comin' out during to party, but pace yourselves please. Also can errrbody pace yourselves while in tha party. after a while tha air was a clever blend of..Armani code, Polo, CK1, Vera Wang and azz!!!
This was AGAIN... a great time..period...I guess tha question remains for all of you that did'nt go as well as those that did...WHEN ARE YOU COMMIN'?!? Damn it's only 10 damn dollars (FREE BEFORE 10) ya can't beat that. I've done this for 2 Friday's so far, and i'm thinkin' of this Friday to be tha third. Come on please. Ya won't regret it. This is tha movement that will neva die!
COME EXPERIENCE SOME OF THIS HEERE...
Rev's 18221 Pulaski. Country Club Hills IL. I wanna see you cats there THIS FRIDAY!!!
Mad Love to tha engineers of this movement...To my dudes Hula and Maurice Joshua. Mad Props to DJ Blendz, Lidell "NuNu" Townsell, Eric "E-smoove"Miller. One Love to Sundance (Chicago's Tightest female DJ) and my dude Stacy Kidd. Mad Props to tha Diz for tha electric set he played.
One love my people..Cheryl, Tracy ,Ms Forte, Craig A., Michael Younger, Marc Allen and my girl Arlene who's snappin pics...Sheeeet.. I think i'm done *Finishes off fruit punch*
If I forgot anybody...I'm sssssoo sorry. Hit me up on Facebook or Twitter me (Mayhemm09) for tha next one and I'll put you in tha mix. (For real,for real)
ONE LOVE.
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