tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63558282011-04-22T00:09:08.675-04:00The musings of a confused black city boy in bleached central Massachusetts (Excuse my English Momma)Detailshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17821183305082578780noreply@blogger.comBlogger231100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355828.post-1136078849236925552005-12-31T20:26:00.000-05:002005-12-31T20:27:29.243-05:00

 Not much to say. I need a cut and a shave. But I still look good 

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My brain that is. I’m tired of thinking. I have come to the conclusion that it is a seriously overrated activity. I can’t stop thinking about everything and anything. Lately I’ve been focusing on the negative and so there should be a switch that involves less effort and pain than a lobotomy or a bullet through the head. It’s sad I feel this way too. I had a relatively good weekend. We went on a

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I got an email today from a friend that said she’s been reading this little thing I got going here and I was reminded that I hadn’t tapped you into my stream of consciousness for quite some time. Its not that the stream has suddenly gone dry. Over spring break, I had a number of things I wanted to talk about. I even did research for one. Something about being home drains my energy of doing

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You need to know I’m in a perpetual motion mood. Must be the Spring Break that I have unofficially begun. I think it’s a carryover from the weekend in the City. Just bubbling kid. So this installment is full of songs that make me move or move me or both. Mario – C’Mon (Just Blaze Remix) (S) De La Soul ft. Yummy – Much More (S) Playa – Don’t Stop The Music (S) Nas ft. Jadakiss & Ludacris – Made

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It’s Been A Long Time…. I shouldn’t’ve a left you/without a dope blog to read to Oh my goodness. It’s been a crazy couple a days. Okay it really hasn’t been that crazy, just busy. But at least it all got to happen in the City of Justice, City of Love: The one and only NYC. So I went home Saturday night after my marathon of front desk coverage and ended up sleeping on my riding partner Baby MD.

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Da Booty My ass is starting to get numb since I’ve been sitting here abusing the cable modem here at home. But I started thinking about how good my ass has been to me and what would happen if I lost it. My posterior has always been of a significant size. It was much bigger when I was a husky 13-year old but once my growth spurt kicked in, the storage fat was redistributed to other parts of my

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We currently have precocious teenagers visiting our campus for a music clinic. The little bastards have been mostly annoying except for this one story this girl told today. It seems that during the Blizzard of ’96 her family was stuck in the house for five days. Still, in true testament to the gumption of New Yorkers, or maybe the almighty dollar, the Chinese guy still delivered. Not only did he

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This is the section where I let you know what music currently dominates my MP3 Player/CD Player/Winamp Pantheon. Amel Larrieux - Bravebird (A) Nellie McKay - Get Away From Me (A) Miles Davis & John Coltrane - The Complete Coulmbia Recording Sessions 1955 - 1961 (A) Dionne Farris - Hopeless (S) Nikka Costa - So Have I For You (S) Nirvana - Rape Me (S) The Beatles - Michelle, While My Guitar

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So I am on overnight shift here at the front desk in my ninth hour of duty and my mind is wandering. But I started to think about kissing in my lifetime. I must say that it is one of my favorite activities. It’s the reason that Hi-Five song I made the title is one of my favorite thousand songs. It all started with a rainy day game of Truth or Dare at summer camp. Somewhat sad that I don’t

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WARNING: This post may not be suitable for women aged 18 – 35 who reside in the Lone Star State and work for the government. Please take precaution. I don’t know where it all started. I‘d like to think that there was something that triggered it. Maybe I’m genetically predisposed to it. What is this it? It is an amazing attraction to the well-formed legs of the female gender. Some men focus on

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So last night I wanted to sleep. I had been up since 7:00 p.m. Tuesday and I was going to try and be in bed at midnight. But of course that didn’t work out. First I called my new friend, ex-girl Drizzle to do our nightly devotion. But she was busy. Then a bloody fire alarm goes off in the dorm and I have to leave the place. I finally get into my room at 12:30 a.m. and our beautiful conversation

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So yesterday I found out I will not be Teaching for America. 9,000 applications and I was one of the people that was not invited to interview. I guess it is for the best. My fuse seems to be getting shorter with the little ones. Well that’s a lie. I still love the little urchins. I’m getting snappier with adults who act like children. Maybe God knows what I should be doing. Actually He

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Early in the morning of February 25, 2004, me and Drizzle ceased to exist as a romantic entity. 41 months and 11 days. We made love at some point. In the end, I incited a war in her psyche that finished us and almost finished her in the process. It’s so weird considering how we started. If one uses selective memory and forgets those first few missteps we took, we seemed destined to be. There was

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You remember this guy from early to mid 90’s Saturday Night Live episodes? He was the one that sat in front of a mirror saying affirmations to reassure himself that he wasn’t worthless. Yeah we all had a big laugh at the pathetic man in the warm, fuzzy sweater. But now I’m not laughing as hard since I’m about to get fitted for a sweater of my very own. Now I know I am relatively intelligent. I’m

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One of the things I’ve learned here that makes me think I haven’t signed over my soul to Sallie Mae in vain is the importance of memory. One of those psychology classes I took revealed its importance to me in plain light. Just one more thing that we take for granted. I mean think about it. Without memory, you wouldn’t learn how to speak. You have to remember that the big woman who keeps feeding

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I shouldn’t be as tired as I have been of late because I have been doing jack shit. I mean diddley and squat have taken over my schedule. Yet I am perpetually tired. I know it’s not mono. I had that before in a past life. But I need to figure out what it is soon. I have a feeling it’s tied to my thinning hair and my bleeding gums. This isn’t healthy. And it’s putting a big ass roadblock in my

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Patience is a virtue/But sometimes it can hurt you Cause you stay sitting around waiting for shit to happen And you’re the sap when/It doesn’t come in a nice packet If you think things just str8 workout/then you must be a crackhead Or just cracked your head/Cause it don’t work out that way Lazy Sundays transform into crappy Saturdays Please get up get out and do something like Macy Gray Time

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So my friend and stupid freestyle partner Johnny C comes to me after class and shows me this rhyme he’s created spurred on by the gay marriage issues currently in the headlines. Needless to say being at a Christian school plus rap’s inherent misogyny resulted in a one sided rhyme against the issue at hand. Sample lyric: “Yeah God says to love your brother/But not the same way your dad loves your

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Where do friendships come from> How on earth do they develop? In childhood, it seems as easy as the kid that lets you use his crayons becomes your friend. How the hell does it happen now? I was thinking about it on my choir mini-tour on Saturday and it baffles the hell outta me. There’s the friendship between me and my good friend Alex down in Florida. Now at my old school we were next door

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Many works of art and culture have been created in the hopes of expressing the magic that the city of New York possesses. I guess my efforts here would be futile yet I continue to type. As I entered the city last weekend on a makeshift Worcester-New York shuttle, the sights just had me excited. The lighting of the city I gravitate toward are not the touristy Empire State and Chryslers but rather

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So last weekend on my escapade to New York I went to the wedding of my childhood crush. Don’t cry for me Argentina; she was always at least six years older than me. I guess I have always dreamed big. Anyhoo, my mom was the wedding coordinator and I went to pitch in (plus earn my keep for the spending money I had blown the day before. Curses H & M). So I stroll up with my hair just done, my beard

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Allow Me To Introduce Myself…. My name is Adam. A connect with C Ummm on second thought, forget that. I may be from Brooklyn but I know that I am no Jay-Z. I’ve lived in the same apartment since birth in between the Brooklyn and Manhattan Bridges, which is far away from the environment that would turn me into a rapper. That bleached central Massachusetts remark at the top of the page refers to

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Hey There I was bored so I figured I'd torture the internet with my thoughts until I find another diversion

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