I Want My Cake

"i've never lived my days like this. i wake up in the morning, she greets me with her kiss. the Lord has gifted me with such happiness, it feels like Heaven..." -Solo

there's really not a direct correlation between the song and this blog. but it is my latest karaoke panty dropper fave so i'll run with it. btw... that Solo album was the bomb, at least the 3 or 4 songs that i remember... Where Do You Want Me To Put It asks the perfect question... Xxxtra Special, need i say more... alright, back to the lecture at hand...

for men, new love is the best love, mostly because it's completely voluntary. i'm seeing you for no reason other than the fact that i want to see you. it's not because we have kids, or financial obligations, or herpes, or because i'm horny and don't want to masturbate... again, or because i know you expect to see me at least twice a week. it's purely that i enjoy spending time with you and look forward to doing it again. 

for me, relationships should work in a similar fashion. i like you. i like spending time with you. i like being on the phone with you. and when i don't, i'm able to express that freely without it being a lingering issue... sounds good, but so does a chocolate river.

problem is, with time comes expectations, unspoken expectation, which leads to unspoken disappointment... fast forward and we have the some of the same issues that plague many of the relationships i see around me... i WILL find a way to have my cake... while also eating it

the Facebook phenomenon

"you took my love and i'm willing. there's no limit to the love i'm giving. the love i'm givin..." MIchel'le - Something in my Heart

has nothing to do with the price of tea in China, but i can't get the damn song out of my head... #movingon

a long time ago, 2001 it was i believe, a very single friend turned me on to BlackPlanet.com, a forum set up with profile pages and photos, set up presumably so that professionals could network and post job opportunities... connect if you will

what began as a very small part of what BlackPlanet was, matchmaking... became largely what it was being used for. it became a place to hook up... and get hooked up - i'll pause here and invoke my 5th amendment right to not self-incriminate

BlackPlanet turned to MySpace. MySpace turned to Facebook. Facebook, not Pinky and the Brain, took over the world... on office computers all over the country (if not the world), on smart phones via the Facebook app, on notebooks, tablets, and laptops at your local library or Starbucks... we seemingly can't go more than an hour or so without checking our news feed to see who said what, or looking for that little red "notification" icon to light up, or continuing that inbox conversation, or creepily looking at that friend's photo album again, or getting in a few moves on bejeweled, cafe world, farmville... the list goes on and on...

no longer is it "special" that i remember your birthday; by the time i send you that happy birthday text some 80 "friends" have already posted on your wall. not because they know your birthday (change your b'day to tomorrow on your profile and watch your wall light up

when you randomly come to mind i can satisfy that curiosity, not with a phone call or quick text, but just by giving your page a quick once over... and therein lies the problem

communication in its purest form is dying, if not dead. as much as texting had taken talking out of the equation, facebook has taken real life, real time interaction and rendered it moot. a conversation that might take 5 minutes on the phone can take several days on Facebook. we exchange numbers in a social setting and i have a friend request before i can get back to the car good. i haven't talked to you in over a year but you can tell me my last 8 statuses...

it's not that Facebook is the devil. like anything else, it's just made it easier for us to be the devil's WE really are

Top Twelve Tweets

...i rather enjoy the world of Twitter... some of the people i follow are absolutely hilarious. when i'm able to spend a few minutes on there i'm almost never disappointed. sometimes i read my own stuff and realize how much of a hot mess i truly am marvel at how profound my rare moments of clarity are. that said, here are my...

COMPLETELY SELF-SERVING TOP 12 TWEETS SO FAR
(yes, all of them are mines, lol)

12. i save the pda for my REAL no. 1 chick #stopcuffin

11. If u see somebody out and can't remember whether or not u've fucked them #umightbeahoe

10. if ur just trying to get fucked again, don't act. somebody else can fix ur computer, pick u up from the airport, etc. #transparentass

9. satisfaction: realizing that ur ex is still obsessed, fear: see "satisfaction" #moveonalready

8. why don't we ever see each other. am i really THAT busy or... #facefacts

7. ex fuck buddies are the best form of advertisement there is #wordofmouth

6. when facebook is at its worst, it's really bad... stop slinging shit people, everybody ends up stinking #notonurwalldumbass

5. he's a LOT less likely to wanna "hang out" when ur cycling #nohappyendings

4. just took one of those finna get some pussy showers #hot'n'ready like Lil' Caesars

3. my mind ocasionally wanders while i'm at church... it visits places that i should be ashamed of #trueconfessions

2. i masturbated to get that 1st nut outta the way, then decided you weren't worth the drive and just went to sleep #ugotthatregular

1. what if everybody said fuck it and started telling the truth #chaos

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On Second Hand

"the best laid schemes of mice and men often go awry"

i've been called a smart ass a few times in my day, an honor that i don't take lightly... sure, it's not the greatest compliment to be compared to a donkey, but prefacing it with "smart" somehow makes it seem fair

the problem with smartness is that is lends itself to a perceived ability to control a desire to manage everything and everyone around you... thusly, there is an expected outcome to most situations, and while the actual outcome may vary slightly, it is always in the same ballpark, with the variation being the result of some wildly outrageous and equally unexpected influence

TRANSLATION: just when you feel like you have it figured out, you realize that ur more Luke than Master Yoda... still a Jedi, but more work to do there is...

for every Gina, there's a Pam; ...and i thought Rubik's cube was hard

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