Hey guys, I'm back. I vaguely remember that some sort of loneliness and/or despair brought me here the last time. And I can feel sort of the same thing coming back. Well actually I'm back because I'm giving it strong consideration to pull myself away from Twitter and Tumblr. I feel like I give way too much of myself to not be appreciated in the way I would like. Yes, I know it sounds very conceited but I have the right to feel that way. And if I don't have the right, I'll take the punishment this time.

Anyways, I really came here to write about my love life. In recent months I have really felt like its been perfectly captured by Adele's 'Chasing Pavements' (which is playing right now). I start to talk to someone and one of two things happens: (a) one of my many hang ups prevents me from getting to know them better or (b) they really make me feel like Adele, the lacking sense of reciprocity really makes me question the entire situation.

The root of these problems stem from incomprehension of what I want and the need to feel some sort of feeling even when I'm desperately drawing from a dry well. Arg, woe is me...

An escape

I'm coming here tonight as I play some Corinne Bailey Rae. She always puts me in a reflective mood. I won't even go into where I've been, just know that I am taking strong considerations about posting here regularly. I have been on tumblr for a while and it has been fun. But I feel that its all more of the same, a place that stifles creativity and rewards the mundane. This space here feels more organic and welcoming. No facades to support, no one to impress, just my thoughts and opinions. It feels quite refreshing. I won't even publish this to a social networking site. Feels better that way.

Damn

I've been slipping!!! Two whole months without blogging....eek! I don't even know where to begin. I am still kept in the graces of God, so just know that I am safe. As I type I am reminded of the pleasures of tumblr. I think I may be switching over, stay tuned...

He Wept

I have been subconsciously craving a good hearty helping of fried chicken. A constant reminder that I need to indulge in it before I start this p90x. The craving has been going on for about two weeks, but I couldn't make moves to satisfy it because of my limited financial resources.

[CUT TO: 20 min ago] Everyone is up in their rooms, finding the right position to induce sleep. I make my way to the kitchen and find lentil and rice, my heart is happy. I check the oven to see if I would be able to find some type of meat to accompany this healthy meal. It is empty, my heart hurts a bit. Then I heard a voice calling out to me from the microwave. I pulled down the door to find a box of Popeye's chicken [insert Heavenly voice from above: AHHHHHH!] I pulled it out and was hopeful for just a piece of fried chicken to satiate my palate. I opened to the box and I wept; there are two chicken breasts in the box, one standard and the other jumbo! I fix a bowl of rice and lentil and prepare my chicken, dousing it in hot sauce. I took my first bite and I wept again. The familiar flavor of poultry and hot sauce almost brought me to climax. I tried my best to break up the ration of chicken and rice but I fell weak to the overpowering lull of the poultry. It wasn't until the last piece of the bigger breast was digested that I realized that it was truly gone.

Never to touch my mouth again this evening and for that, I wept.

And for all this, I know, I am a true [insert truly descriptive adjective here]

Point of Interest: Really Vanity Fair??

Please direct your attention to this well written blog post that I picked up from one of my old HU classmates. POINT OF INTEREST

Nostalgia: Ultimate Mortal Kombat 3

Picture it, suburban town outside D.C, summer 1996, me and my cousin, Niko, beating the heat of the summer by playing Mortal Kombat Trilogy on the Super Nintendo. It was his game so I was usually on the receiving end of a major butt whipping. I was so fansinated of all the violence, new characters and moves that I really didn't care about getting beat so badly. This was in the time before the internet so it was very hard to get and memorize everything, special moves, combos, fatalities, friendships, animalities, etc. Those were some good days, carefree living, caught up in playing the game for hours and hours, trying to beat Motaro and Shao Khan. Getting little pieces of the story where ever we could.

Come to the present, I challenged my baby sister, 10, to play me in some Ultimate Mortal Kombat (the downloadable equivalent of MK Trilogy for 360). It was fun to get back into it. I had to refrain a lot from going into one of those 'I remember when this game came out' rants. I beat her pretty mercilessly (if you old enough to play, you are old enough for me not to show mercy). I decided to continue on after she went to bed and got all the way to the sub-boss, Motaro. Dammit if that beast wasn't cheating. While playing I was taken back some 14 yrs ago and remember me and Niko getting upset, frustrated, and even sometimes crying, because this beast and the fight afterwards were so HARD!!! I knew I wasn't going to cry tonight but it was a surreal feeling that rushed over me as the game was still the same after all those years.

I mean really, how can you beat this thing?!?!

Winter Concert Series

I am so excited that I am in a position to fund my artistic exploration. I'm going to see one of my favorite artist later this month, Ms. Chrisette Michele. (*screams and faints*) She is coming to a DC staple, the 930 club. It will be my first time there and I am more than certain she will make it a memorable experience. Then I just found out not too long ago that Janelle Monae is coming to DC at the Black Cat (another staple). Tomorrow is payday so I will definitely be going to pick up my ticket! I just HAVE TO find a way to meet and take a picture with both of them!!