The Past Is Proof...

In 2009, I vow to be myself.

"Love me or hate me, y'all can't break me 'cause y'all ain't make me."

Happy New Year.

Don't Say Nuthin'...

I knew I was right to fear losing my muse. Nothing's worked since the 17th. Clearly that's not to say that nothing's been happening .. I've been a mess. But writing has not been forthcoming. Maybe I've been too caught up in myself to opine on much else. Who knows.

I'll keep trying.

P.S.: This Common/Afrika Bambaataa Zune ad campaign is killing me. Please stop jamming this down my throat. Though if iTunes keeps tripping and messing with my OCD by corrupting my library file and ruining my settings/organization, I will be switching. No thanks to you, though, Common.

P.P.S.: Forget Will Smith in Seven Pounds; I want to go see (and mark out for) Mickey Rourke in The Wrestler. I'm dying to see this movie, and not just on some bootleg internet site. I feel like this film deserves my money...when I get some. I hear nothing but great things, and I like what critics and sportswriters have had to say about it. As a long-time wrestling fan-turned-smark, this movie is for me. I also want to see The Spirit... looks dope.

Soul Amazin' (Steel Blazin')...

Catharsis. At least that's what my writing means to me, most of the time. And damn Miami Law for taking that outlet away from me. A lot has happened in the last two weeks, and it's put a lot on my mind. And you mean to tell me I can't even write about it in order to get even HALF of it off my chest?

You've got to be kidding me.

Anyway, twitter/twitterfox/twitterberry/twitpic has done a good job of helping me stay out there and stay connected. Enjoy the random updates on the left. In the mean time, I've got thoughts that are climbing on top of one another trying to get the hell out of my head. I bet when I get a minute to try to let them out of the cage, the moment will have passed but .. maybe not. Who knows.

I'll pull it together. Stay up.

The Man Who Sold The World...

I might to be ghost for a little while. Thanks, finals, for ruining my blogging groove.

In the meantime, enjoy some Black Jesus (shout out to Aaron McGruder and his creative genius):

Black Jesus!
Ridin' Sweet.
Steve Jobs.

Feel free to laugh... and to not take life too seriously for like 2 minutes at a time.