Just Ranting...

Dont you hate it when people make you wait? Like when they cant keep their promise to be on TIME! WTF. Am I the only person alive that cares about being on time? Like when I say 12pm I actually mean 12pm. What makes things worse is if the person your waiting for is a girl. Then your not allowed to be mad at them. Even WORSE if its a girl that you have feelings for. Then it doesn't matter if you want to be mad at them, you cant anyway.
They'll be 59 minutes late
When you swear to yourself this is the last minute you will wait
Before you bounce
But then
she comes at that last minute
And your fucking mad as hell
But then she probably senses your pissed
And asks "does my outfit look fly?"
And does that little twirly thingy
Like a ballerina does
And waits for you to answer
Eyes all big and innocent and shit
And you want to stay mad at her
But you cant
Because she really does look fine as hell
And all you can do is muster up a shy "yea, you look good"
With a smile.
Then she smiles.
Then you laugh cause shes smiling
Then you forget why you were angry.
Because in reality wtf can you do?
She REALLY does look good.
And it gets you every time.

Yellow Power!

YES BITCHES!!!

Words of Wisdom...

If I had a wifey I would definitely get her THIS SHIRT

Relationships...

Most girls use their eyes
but not their sight.
They look at what men have
right now.
Not just material things
but beyond the superficial as well.
They don't use their sight to see
the dreams and aspirations of these men.
If they are the type of men
who will turn dreams into reality.
So these girls don't see what these men will become
instead they see what they are now.
What these men are now,
can be a very bleak picture.
Smart men dont mess around with short sighted girls.
Then they wonder why some men fuck 'em and then leave 'em.
They wonder why relationships start off great then turn sour.
'Cause the future is important, ya know?
The future is what come tomorrow,
and you cant escape tomorrow.
In some men's lives, things get prioritized.
Dont take it as men looking down on you.
But that these men are looking at whats ahead of you.
And that can be a very bleak picture.
This is not a sexist post.
'Cause the script can be flipped,
about short sighted men...
not looking at what a woman will become.
Men and women need to close their eyes and use their sight.

-_-

I love this commercial.
I love Scarlett Johansson.
I love food.
That is all.

I just spent 36 minutes on this site. I dont know why...

Creativity and Inspiration...

I wrote this poem a lil more than a year ago...
I need to get back to this kind of creativity...
I wish I can get back to that...

I met this girl when i was like 5 years old
i wanted to make her mine, yup that was my goal
she's the flyest in town
no ones takin her crown
but look at me lil asian kid fresh off the boat
wats my chances with her? i aint got no hope
but she just walked up to me and said:
"excuse me lil homie
i kno u dont kno me
but my name is Brook and we can be friends"
since then i've gotten to kno her betta
melanin, money, status all that shit didnt matta
u come from outta town, i like to show her off
if u aint real she straighten u out, she kno u soft
she taught me how to slang, how to talk
how to carry myself, how to walk
i met other girls like Queeny and Manny,
went to school wit Queeny, partied wit Manny
but still that Brook, always on my mind
another girl like that i could never find
another girl like that i could compare
her style, grace, and smarts so rare
but we had our troubles
as my age doubled
her friends werent as pure
experienced hate and racism, for sure
but never took out anger on Brook
those assholes, no love they took
got a lil older, took her for granted
got a lil swagger, brains more potent
followed my dreams, went to school in philly
realized how much i missed her, yes really
only when i left, did it make me see
made me realize, that Brook is the only girl for me
now how u think i felt when i heard
there's these dudes who rapin' her
all her friends have forsaken her
she dont smile like she used to
broken is the joy she cruised to
wrinkles i didnt see before
bruises that were never there
pimps whoring her...
cant recognize her...
and i cant save her...

Anticipation....