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about this blog:
This blog is one that possesses no coherent theme but serves as the plate for my food for thought. And the most wonderful thing about that metaphor is that I do not have to do dishes. I hate dishes...
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Thursday, June 12, 2008
....makes me weak
Good looking girls that can rap make me weak....
She raps in english after she raps in Korean...
She raps in english after she raps in Korean...
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Extreme Randomness...
This is Grace Park. Im sure you have heard of her. Im definitly sure you have SEEN her. She lacks breasts and booty... but for some reason she is still drop dead beautiful and one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. I never really thought that until I saw her recent pictures in Complex Magazine. Maybe its cause she has no clothes on.....
Celtics won today. And even though I want to wait until the C's play at LA to really call this series, I think Boston is way too physical for the Lakers. The Lakers dont have the bodies to bang with KG, PJ Brown, and Perkins. Unless Kobe decides to be Kobe. We shall see.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Food is the Best Medicine...
Good food always puts a smile on my face. Only thing that makes it taste better is if you break bread with people you care about. Its something I have come to understand rather late in life, that eating with friends is one of the great joys in life. I have always taken it for granted. This past weekend made me realize how much of a pleasure it is. Think about it. The people you eat with most often are probably your closest friends.
Monday, May 26, 2008
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.
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.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Friday, May 23, 2008
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