Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Morning Mail - 8.31.10

Franky Four Fingers: So the Biblical scholars mis-translated the Hebrew word for "young woman" into the Greek word for "virgin," which was a pretty easy mistake to make, since there is only a subtle difference in the spelling. But back then it was the "virgin" that caught people's attention. It's not every day a virgin conceives and bears a son. So you keep that for a couple of hundred years, and the next thing you know, you have the Holy Catholic church.
(Source: Snatch)

People will tell you anything. Ride and die for what they believe, but make absolutely no sense whatsoever.

The Black members of Congress who are being busted for these scandals are a disgrace. You can’t possibly tell me it’s a conspiracy. As a public official, you should always be following the law.

Operation Iraqi Freedom is over, we’re going to leave 60,000 troops there. That’s like the size of the University of Michigan.

In this line of work I find out a lot of things I shouldn’t find out about women, men and relationships.

I am catching up on Entourage, but I’ll be flat out honest with you… that episode about anal is freaking hilarious. “Don’t wait ten years and then ask, she’ll think you’re not happy with the marriage.” This is a freaking FACT maaaaan!

It’s so hard to convince a chick that she’s a hoe, because most people don’t want to say it to her face. I feel a new Man Law coming about… If you’re going to call a chick a jumpoff or hoe, you have to be man enough to call her that to her face. What’s funny is, I’ve never been afraid to tell someone about their vag politics and why they don’t make sense.

I’ve been waiting on someone to tell me a story for hours now. They live in Toronto, do you have the area code up there?

I’m churning out 2-3 posts a day now. This is a good sign for the week.

Life is good. God is good.

Monday, August 30, 2010

Morning Mail – 8.30.10

Officer Franklin: You're in for a real treat today - these kind gentlemen have volunteered to demonstrate how a stun gun is used. There's two ways to do it - up close and personal
[tasers Stu]
Officer Franklin: or from a distance. Now do I have any volunteers? How about you young lady? Come on up here.
[to Phil]
Officer Franklin: Come on up here handsome.
[to Alan]
Officer Franklin: Not you fat Jesus, slide it on back.
[to Phil]
Officer Franklin: You, pretty boy. Now it's real simple - point, aim and shoot.
Phil Wenneck: You don't want to do this.
Officer Franklin: You can do this, just focus.
Phil Wenneck: Don't listen to this man, let's think this through.
Officer Franklin: *Finish him!*
[the girl shoots the stun gun]
Officer Franklin: Right in the nuts, that was beautiful! We got one more charge left, anyone want to do some shooting? How about you big man, come on up here! Same instructions just point, aim, and shoot. I love this - the focus, the intensity, eye of the tiger. You're going with 50,000 volts big man, do not be afraid to ride the lightning.
[the kid tasers Alan]
Officer Franklin: *In the face! In the face!*
(Source: The Hangover)

“I f*cking hate that f*cking vampire f*cking shit.” – The Most Interesting Woman in the World

Guess what TV show she’s talking about? Everybody knows. I feel the same.

Tea Party and Black Panthers, COINTELPRO. People who think Obama should use COINTELPRO to stop the Tea Party I can’t cosign on that. First of all, the freedom of information prevents it from being a secret. Second, nothing good came of COINTELPRO. We live in America. I can’t stand these people and their tea party, but let’s just start a coffee party for people of color.

Legendary cookouts. If you are going to have a cookout, that’s what you should do… have a cookout. Nothing wrong with that.

Migraine. I never had one so I’m not sure if I have one. But if I have one, I actually have had a lot.

I think it’s so weird when people keep putting off children. It’s like okay you’ll wait until you’re 30 and then you’ll start trying and you might be like 34 by the time you have children, then your kids might have down syndrome, and you’ll be 50 when you teach them to drive, and at 50 do you want to deal with a sixteen year old in your house. And this is all because of your career? Good point.

I need a vacation. But not just any vacation, to maybe the best place in the world, Miami.

Are the 49ers a Super Bowl contender? I think they are. They can’t possibly lose the bum ass NFC West and the Vikings aren’t as good as they were last year. I actually am almost positive of one thing, the NFC East will suck ass.

People who spoil movies are the worst people on earth. They always say, “I don’t want to ruin the movie for you, but it sucked.” Shut up.

Twitter is the Devil. That’s how everything gets spoiled. You don’t have to watch an awards show, you can just follow twitter.

Life is good. God is good.

I am so hungover.

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Morning Mail – 8.26.10

Alex Whitman: [Isabel tells Alex she's pregnant] But we were only together one night.
Isabel Fuentes: That's all it took.
Alex Whitman: And I used a condom. Lots of them.
Isabel Fuentes: Well, one didn't work.
Alex Whitman: But that's it's job! It's whole purpose in life is... to work.
(Source: Fools Rush In)

Why in the world can I not get my internet to work on my laptop at home?! Last night I was determined to not be denied and ended up being denied.

Thong Thursday is officially the most nastiest greatest thing ever. I remember when it started. I feel bad not everybody getting paid though.

And why people always put up they best pic ever on twitter? Seen you in real life like... o_0. This aint Blackplanet.

I don’t think Trina is that attractive, but she looks nice in pictures.

There’s never any time.

I got to go.

I hope to see you guys at Park tonight.

Life is busy. God has a plan.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Morning Mail – 8.25.10

Dom: You choke the chicken before any big date, don't you? Tell me you spank the monkey before any big date. Oh my God, he doesn't flog the dolphin before a big date. Are you crazy? That's like going out there with a loaded gun! Of course that's why you're nervous. Oh my dear friend, please sit, please. Look, um, after you've had sex with a girl, and you're lying in bed with her, are you nervous? No, you're not, why?
Ted: Cause I'm tired...
Dom: Wrong! It's 'cause you ain't got the baby batter on the brain anymore! Jesus, that stuff will fuck you're head up! Look, the most honest moment in a man's life are the few minutes after he's blown his load - now that is a medical fact. And the reason for it is that you're no longer trying to get laid, you're actually... you're thinking like a girl, and girls love that.
(Source: There’s Something About Mary)

Jewish people always end up in the weirdest positions.

Have you ever left your job saying, “I’m going to get f*cked up tonight?” Isn’t that the best way to start happy hour?

Does anyone know where Hummus really came from?

I have a friend who finds it funny when guys ask her for her number, so no matter if she likes the dude or not, she’ll just say no. She’ll play them like, “I don’t have a phone.” She’s older than me. But it’s damn hilarious.

Who’s coming to Park tomorrow?!

I stay looking out for haters, traitors and perpetrators.

I wrote two blogs yesterday that I’m sure are going to be fire. I was proud of my work and will keep working to get better. Hard work has never been a bad thing for anyone.

I am actually really good at facebook, google, and tweet stalking. The problem I’ve never actually used my powers for myself. It’s just threw the tactics of other people who hit me up like, “Dog go on her facebook page and look through her photos and tell me what you see, she blocked me.” I mean, my friend, homegirl, from the Midwest was the one who told me about the club photo swindle. Those club photos will get you in trouble. Can’t tell wifey you were going to sleep and then #POW you’re on the internet in a picture at Greenhouse.

Guys are so weak these days. It’s like no secret to anyone why some men don’t have a problem finding a date and others can’t buy a date.

I think this lady at my job has on the same clothes from yesterday.

Who’s coming to Park tomorrow?!

RIP Aaliyah. Was Aaliyah light skin or dark skin? For argumentative purposes, there is no middle ground, so you have to pick one!

Trying to get this book out to you guys by next Tuesday. (Would it be weird if I counted all the hits I’ve gotten on my articles and posted it.

Life is good. God is good.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Morning Mail – 8.24.10

Uncle Wayne: So here's a couple of tips. When you first meet a girl you give her two compliments above the neck. Yeah, tell her she's got nice lips, nice eyes, nice hair... she's intelligent, her moral ethics, whatever crap comes to your mind. Then just when she begins to thinks that you're another - you know - vanilla nice guy that she can tool around with all night without getting naked...
[hits his hand on bar]
Uncle Wayne: you *insult* her! Flip the power dynamic and your let her know that you're here to play.

(Source: Ghosts of Girlfriends Past)

That is so damn true it makes me laugh. The noodle is the one who gets played and labeled as a friend, if you don’t want to be that guy, I’d suggest you start manning up and insulting some women.

After watching this movie I thought something was seriously wrong with me. I don’t think I got the moral of the story.

Chelsea is hands down the funniest woman on TV. That woman can make me laugh and cry at the same time. Can’t wait to see what she has next.

I got cable back, but my internet won’t work. I don’t know why. I was really excited because I’ve been behind on a couple of series I follow, and I want to catch up. I was however able to catch up on the HBO series, Hung. A lot of people aren’t fans, but then again, I look at what they are fans of and I’m not surprised.

There’s a certain type of guy who watches football and think that golf is boring. Or the guy who likes cheeseburgers and doesn’t know the difference between brie and camembert.

The jury is out on Matt Leinart, he should seek a deal with the District Attorney’s office.

Sometimes you want to tell a girl, please stop arguing with me. I understand that you feel strongly and you are entitled to your opinion, but let me tell you something, “Nothing about what you are doing is yielding you any success.” A bunch of single women sitting around talking about what they will and won’t do to get in a relationship. They have been single since they left college. They are planning their 30th birthdays. Oh they’ve had sex, they’ve had plenty of sex. They’ve had pseudo relationships with a guy who just won’t ever come around. But allegedly they are experts on relationships… GTFOH.

SF in Arizona, November 29th, nah I might mess with Arizona in SF for January 2nd.

Today is my Dad’s birthday.

I’ll be hosting at the Park at 14th on Thursday. There are several other bloggers included in this event, so if you can come out and check it out.

Life is good. God is good.

Friday, August 20, 2010

Until You Have A Daughter

I have no kids. I feel like I have to say that up front, because women love to judge a man with kids, even when they have kids their own self. However, I think that a lot of men live a certain lifestyle, they treat women a certain way, they slay and leave behind, they take two pulls and pass, they say, “she loves me, but that’s her problem,” and the list go on and on. And it wasn’t until I was sitting on a Metro train in DC and some teenage mother’s kid looked at me and said, “Daddy!”


But I don’t think many men deal with the repercussions of their actions until they don’t want another man to do it to their daughter. (Or son, you know, to each their own.) I sometimes find it easy to forget that this is somebody’s daughter or younger sister. I’m an only child, but I tell you I’ll go Mrs. Tiger Woods on a dude for doing my little cousins wrong. But to the men, have you considered that one day everything you did to some woman, someone will do to your daughter? To the women, the same, some woman will do everything you did to some man to your son.

That girl in the frat house, who was down for the trizzy, is the daughter of a preacher. It’s so weird to meet a woman’s father who is a preacher after you have been blowing her back out. When you shake his hand do you think about the fact that it’s like touching the pages of the King James Version of the Holy Bible? What did he do to deserve that? How you going to feel when you find out that your daughter is referred to by the NY Jets as T.G.I. Fridays? (Even bought her a pair of panties from H&M that say Fridays on them, and she thought it was cute.)

When you talk about my future offspring it makes it suddenly real. I used to sit back and tell my friends, my daughter is going to be a pimp because I’m going to teach her all the tricks and games that men try and run. And then it sits in with me, somebody is out there training their son the same thing. So excuse me for a minute of internal epiphany, but I think I’m trying to say, what if we start working on our procreative karma now?

So maybe I’m going to stop leading women on…
And maybe I’m going to stop telling her she’s the only one…
I’m not going to propose she let my boy hit…
I will not videotape her and sell it on the internet…
Or take pictures and send them to my friends…
I will not look for ways to not spend any money on her…
I will not disappear after she has sex with me…
I will not give her nothing that she can’t get rid of if she doesn’t want it…
I won’t make her call Maury on me…
Furthermore, I won’t let her do it all on her own…
I will protect her if another man steps out of line…
If I’m going to be with her, I will claim her…
I will not actively pursue another woman after claiming her…
I will not call her a bitch…
I will not make her cry…
And I definitely won’t ever lay my hands on her…

I know a lot of times people come to these blogs and web sites looking to get riled up, but sometimes you got to take step back and be introspective. Everybody trying to be a king, pimp, player, fake imitation of their favorite rapper, but maybe it’s cool if we just try to be good men, good people. Amen.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Morning Mail – 8.19.10

Johnny Quid: You see that pack of Virginia killing sticks on the end of the piano?
Pete: Yes.
Johnny Quid: All you need to know about life is retained in those four walls. You will notice that one of your personalities is seduced by the illusions of grandeur - the gold packet of king size with a regal insignia, an attractive implication towards grandeur and wealth, the subtle suggestion that cigarettes are indeed your royal and loyal friends, and that, Pete, is a lie.
Johnny Quid: Your other personality is trying to draw your attention to the flip side of the discussion, written in boring bold black and white, it's a statement that these neat little soldiers of death and in fact trying to kill you and that, Pete, is the truth.
Johnny Quid: Oh, beauty is a beguiling call to death and i'm addicted to the sweet pitch of its siren.
Johnny Quid: That that starts sweet ends bitter, and that which starts bitter ends sweet.
Johnny Quid: That is why you and i love the drugs and that is also why I cannot give that painting back. now please, pass me a light.
Pete: Oh you are something special, Mr johnny Quid.
(Source: RocknRolla)

Guy Ritchie movies are the best hands down. I dare anyone to argue this point with me.

Have you ever thought how your network would change if you decided that you wanted to be sober?

I think that women give off a glow after they have sex. I also think that men have it in their mind that once a woman is turned on, that it’s like a lowered dam. Everything can get in there. I’m not convinced that they are wrong.

I really don’t know why I ever started working, should have never came here to begin with.

I don’t think that anyone should ever hold themselves prisoner to their mistakes. The only way to truly move on is to let it go. The truth shall set you free. You spend more time covering up a lie than you would if you admitted fault and just dealt with the consequences.

I strive for perfection and expect the same out of my women. I hate when a women is like, “It’s good enough.” If you can do your best, then do your best.

That’s probably why it takes me so long to get ready at night too. Why did I get in the shower at 1AM last Friday to go out?

I still haven’t reconciled with a friend after she tried to G me. I don’t know if I miss her.

Have you ever wanted a friend to get back with her boyfriend because he was a cool dude? Have you ever wanted a friend to not get back with her boyfriend because he was an asshole all the time and you just never said nothing?
Death to the friends who know you shouldn’t be with someone but let it ride anyway.

Caviar now goes by the name Bethany Benz and already has a few videos out.

I don’t feel bad for looking at #tittytuesday, #wetwednesday or #thongthursday. And more women than would like to admit it, look too.

Did anyone notice I changed my bio on Twitter?

It’s so hard to explain to someone what my priorities in life are. A lot of times people aren’t satisfied with knowing that they aren’t your top priority. And a lot of people won’t stop talking to you, or get disappointed when you say I’m busy. Therefore, they just get ignored. I’m not trying to be mean, but like it’s but only so much I can do.

Can anyone else tell I’m overwhelmed?!

Thanks to my GFIDHSW for stepping up and offering to edit my articles for spelling, grammar and content!

To those of you who read the morning mail and don’t understand it, or understand it, or at least appreciate that it is different than 99% of the other content on the internet. I thank you. I don’t want to be one of those self-pretentious bastards. I’m always thankful, I get on a soapbox, but when I come down, I thank everyone for listening. And to be honest with you, if I wasn’t listening to all of you, I wouldn’t have anything to say. People are my content.

Life is good. God is good.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Morning Mail – 8.18.10

Stephen: Stop talking about love. Every asshole in the world says he loves somebody. It means nothing. It still doesn't mean anything. What you feel only matters to you. It's what you do to the people you say you love, that's what matters. It's the only thing that counts.
(Source: The Last Kiss)

If we can all internalize this quote, we will be better for life.

Kim Kardashian makes men do things they can’t explain except by saying; “I mean… um… um… what I’m supposed to say?”

That Armenian clause is what we like to call a… GOOD… LOOK…

In my strongest DC accent, “Comcast is some straight b*tches.”

However, I will have Showtime in time for Californication.

This should be of no surprise to any of you, but I’m through with that car. Midtown and Strafe were right, that car is bad luck. Now that I’m in a position to get rid of it, I’m doing so expeditiously. Plus, I stopped driving like 2 years ago anyway. If it ain’t a tour bus, or a cab, someone will just have to come pick me up.

The youth and their nicknames are just too much these days.

I’ll share an excerpt of an email with me and my frat brother from last Friday that still brings me to tears when I read it:

She'll make you wish you never have a daughter. Frat, if my daughter is in porno, don't watch that ish.

I cant guarantee that J............lol jk jk I wouldn't watch it. Unless she was a dime....i dunno man its too early to tell. I mean what if she was BAD like BAD to the point where u like, if you wasn't my daughter.....i have issues i dunno.

The reason why I asked if folks are superstitious is because the fondue spot has been a staple in my dating life since I graduated, but I’ve sworn to never do anything I did in my last relationship ever again. But today, (*Papi stomps the floor and raises his hand in authority*), we are going back to the fondue spot.

I can understand why you wouldn’t marry a chick because she’s on tape effing some other dude, but then again, none of us would be watching if we didn’t want to eff her too, lol.

Like Reggie from 3…

Life is good. God is good.

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Morning Mail – 8.10.10

Father Kennedy: You see history's full of explained phenomena. Nobody knows why. Some people thought they suffered from what the ancients called "Blasphemare absens fides." The dangers of the faithless.
Linda Hanson: The faithless?
Father Kennedy: It's the notion that nature abhors a vacuum, even a spiritual one. People who've lost their beliefs, they're like empty vessels, more susceptible to having their lives taken over by forces bigger than themselves
Linda Hanson: Almost like a curse.
Father Kennedy: Or a miracle.
Linda Hanson: Yeah, well, I don't believe in miracles.
Father Kennedy: Every day we're alive can be a miracle, Linda
Linda Hanson: Well, it doesn't feel that way. Not that way. Father, something bad is going to happen. I need your... I need your help. I need your direction. I need faith.
Father Kennedy: Faith is just believing in something beyond yourself, something you can't feel, or smell, or touch... like hope or love.
Linda Hanson: I believe I've let all that go.
Father Kennedy: Maybe you should try and get it back again, huh?
Linda Hanson: But if it's too late...
Father Kennedy: It's never too late to realize what's important in your life, to fight for it.
Linda Hanson: I don't know what to fight for.
(Source: Premonition)

Have you ever wondered why your job was so stressful? I think jobs that pay a lot, don’t really pay you for your skill set, but rather for putting up with stress.

I walk into my cube and I ask, “What are you doing in here?” To which, there was no solid reply or reason.

I’m going to attempt to not listen to Teflon Don every day.

Should I want to live in a big house or a nice apartment? I mean, you can have a nice house in the suburbs or a great apartment in the middle of the city. Location or space, that is the question.

I told you that daughter was from the first marriage! That’s why Laurence won’t pick up the phone. And doesn’t do anything to dispel the myth that all porn stars have effed relationships with their father. Situation is all types of messed up, left the dark skin woman for the light skin woman. Even the ex-wife supports her daughter in doing the video.

Funny thing is, I know this chick who used to sleep with Brian Pumper.

I have a queue of articles that I need to write this week. I’m still not sure what I’m going to do at SBM this week, but I’ll know soon.

Life teaches you tact. It teaches you that no matter how much freedom of speech this old world gives you, there are just some things you shouldn’t say aloud. You got to keep some stuff to yourself.

Oh yeah, I heard the new Trey Songz and Usher song. I don’t know how I feel about R&B duets with two dudes. It just feels odd. None more odd than, Same Girl with Usher and R. Kelly. Go back and listen to the way that song opens up, I bet you will start questioning what in the hell…

It seems that as far as we get ahead the further we go back. How did we go from thinking Stronger was the hottest song in the club to BMF? Not that there’s anything wrong with BMF, because it pumps, but you feel me?
Would you rather send your mom on vacation or go with her?

And which car is more sexy, an Escalade or a Maserati?

Life is good, God is good.

I will not go so long without Morning Mail again, I apologize.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Morning Mail - 8.4.10

Lord Farquaad: [Wiping spit from his face] I've tried to be fair to you creatures, now my patience has reached it's end! Tell me or I'll...
Gingerbread Man: NO! Not the buttons! Not my gumdrop buttons!
Lord Farquaad: Alright then! Who's hiding them?
Gingerbread Man: Ok. I'll tell you. Do you know... the muffin man?
Lord Farquaad: The muffin man?
Gingerbread Man: The muffin man.
Lord Farquaad: Yes, I know the muffin man. W-who lives on Drewery Lane?
Gingerbread Man: Well, she's married to the muffin man.
Lord Farquaad: The muffin man?
Gingerbread Man: THE MUFFIN MAN!
Lord Farquaad: She's married to the muffin man...

(Source: Shrek)

Yesterday, had a conversation with one of my biggest supporters and the voice of reason in my life so therefore I’ll let y’all in on some of the good things that are happening in my life. Actually, no I’m not because bloggers lover to steal my ideas. I read like two online magazines, and I’m constantly seeing ideas I’ve posted about or talked about on twitter become articles. I don’t even get a Christmas card from these guys. It’s funny one of them, I actually reached out to, I was interested in writing for them, so I hit them up, (yes, I’m brand new), and they are one of the biggest offenders. And if you are going to syndicate my ish, please do me the decency of letting me know.

Anyway… I’m going to get that facebook page up soon, I got two eBooks coming out soon, they’ll be available in pdf format, kindle and iPad compatible. I’m working with a group of people right now to produce a video short that will go straight to Youtube or Vimeo, we just trying to see where the money is at. I’m going to be having some pictures taken of the kid. Not that you guys don’t know what I look like or have seen me in real life. The Book will go mobile. I’m hoping to have that done in September. But not until I get a new logo. So yeah, spent yesterday getting some personal planning going on…

I really wish I had a power strip on my desk. I have a feeling that this dude at my job is looking at my ass when I put the plug in, PAUSE.

If one of you blog sites steals my joke about French Fries and Chicken McNuggets there will be hell to pay.

The unpacking is going good. I might have some pictures for you guys one of these days, but then last night I was advised against that. I mean, that’s also half the reason why I’m creating my new facebook page. It’s not that I don’t want you guys to know who I am, (#noreina), I just want to protect the privacy of my loved ones and friends who are connected to my personal facebook page.

I got in an argument with someone because I compared Eminem to Elvis. They thought I was trying to say the man was untalented, but I wasn’t. I think back to when I try to tell people the reason why some people hated the Beatles so much was not because they were white and signed to a great label, but they were actually really talented!

Life is good. God is good.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Morning Mail – 8.3.10

Gretchen: [to Cady] If only you knew how mean she really is... You'd know that I'm not allowed to wear hoop earrings, right? Yeah! Two years ago she told me hoops earrings were *her* thing and I wasn't allowed to wear them anymore. And then for Hannakuh my parents got this pair of really expensive white gold hoops and I had to pretend like I didn't even like them and... it was so sad. And you know she cheats on Aaron? Yes, every Thursday he thinks she's doing SAT prep but really she's hooking up with Shane Oman in the projection room above the auditorium! I never told anybody that because I am *such* a good friend!
(Source: Mean Girls)

Do not enable women, if you begin to overextend yourself, out of the order will become the order.

My parents both call me at the same time. They talk to each other, then there’s a sprint to see who can get in contact with me first. And they wonder why I never pick up the phone.

I’m growing up…

Life is good. God is good.

I’m hungry.

Monday, August 2, 2010

Morning Mail - 8.2.10

Young Noah: It's not about following your heart and it's not about keeping your promises. It's about security.
Young Allie: What's that supposed to mean?
Young Noah: [yelling] Money. He's got a lot of money!
Young Allie: You smug bastard. I hate you for saying that.
Young Noah: You're bored Allie. You're bored and you know it. You wouldn't be here if there wasn't something missing.
Young Allie: You arrogant son of a bitch.
Young Noah: Would you just stay with me?
Young Allie: Stay with you? What for? Look at us, we're already fightin'
Young Noah: Well that's what we do, we fight... You tell me when I am being an arrogant son of a bitch and I tell you when you are a pain in the ass. Which you are, 99% of the time. I'm not afraid to hurt your feelings. You have like a 2 second rebound rate, then you're back doing the next pain-in-the-ass thing.
Young Allie: So what?
Young Noah: So it's not gonna be easy. It's gonna be really hard. We're gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, for ever, you and me, every day. Will you do something for me, please? Just picture your life for me? 30 years from now, 40 years from now? What's it look like? If it's with him, go. Go! I lost you once, I think I can do it again. If I thought that's what you really wanted. But don't you take the easy way out.
Young Allie: What easy way? There is no easy way, no matter what I do, somebody gets hurt.
Young Noah: Would you stop thinking about what everyone wants? Stop thinking about what I want, what he wants, what your parents want. What do YOU want? What do you WANT?
Young Allie: It's not that simple.
Young Noah: What... do... you... want? Whaddaya want?
Young Allie: I have to go now.
(Source: The Notebook)

Over the weekend I moved…

I found a box of pictures and a photo album, some cards and keep sakes. I realized that I think my ex went above and beyond to make our relationship work. I read her letters to me on my birthday, holidays, anniversaries, and other random notes. I thought about all that she put into it and I reflected on that. This is why I always say, I never say anything bad about my ex, she’s perfect, the problem was I was not perfect.

You know so I’m like I need to toss this stuff, and I think I tossed it twice and took it back out three times. I just felt awkward, but I told myself, that I would think about it again soon.

I have this photo album and in it were pictures of all my ex-girlfriends. The actual ones who made it to girlfriend status. It’s funny because they are all beautiful, I have to pat myself on the back.

This is going to get me in trouble, but this is my damn blog and I can do what I want. I recently reconnected with an ex, we hadn’t spoke or seen each other in a few years. She was bad, then she gained a bit of baby weight, and she lost it again. And so yesterday I found a picture of her that she sent me my freshman year when I was away in school.

That’s all I could say today.