Not So Random Thoughts

I guess I’m in the minority.

And that’s okay.  I’m used to it.

Everyone has their opinion.  Everyone is either going to like it or hate it.  And that’s fine.

I happen to like ‘Yeezus’.  A lot.  End of story.  You can either like it or not like it.  My opinion won’t sway yours, so please don’t expect your opinion to sway mine.  While everyone else was loving Kid A, I thought OK Computer was a better album.    While folks was still stuck on Illmatic, I thought It Was Written was a better written album (not produced, though).  While most of you hugged your Late Registration cds tight, I placed Graduation at the top of the list (side note: it’s still there).

I’m different.

I’m in the minority.

And that’s okay.

I’m used to it.

(Best track on the album so far, in my humble opinion?  It’s a toss up between Blood On The Leaves, Hold My Liquor, and Bound 2.)

I hate buying shoes for my long and wide feet.

Reebok was having a killer sale on shoes (buy one, get one free on all shoes in the store) and of course, I couldn’t resist free shoes.

But trying to find a 12 wide in a style that I like and wasn’t dipped in neon paint was like trying to find the Ark of the Covenant with 18th Century technology.

Ugh. I hate shopping for myself. Period.

Still beautiful.

It. Never. Changes.

I’ve been tinkering with this 3 part story since this morning…

…you ever write something and it’s not good enough for you, so you consider it not good enough for your targeted audience, so you just trash the whole thing?

Yeah, I just did that.

I aint shit this morning.

So, a good friend of mine got a breast reduction (cosmetic reasons, not medical) and all I can think about is:

I didn’t get one peek at them.  Not at all.  Not even a little bit. Never even got to see her grab them semi-seductively.  I’m gonna be sad all damn day.

And now I need a shot of whiskey at 8:30 AM to soothe my pain.

I’m buying a PS4. I’ve already decided on it and started saving up money right now.

I know, I know.  I still have another 18 months left of Xbox Live and 6000+ Microsoft Points.  I have well over 200 games for my Xbox, 90+ XBL friends, over 30,000 achievement points, and I’ve enjoyed my 7 years using it, I really have.  My memories of it will never die.

But that time is now over.

I’m going back home to Sony.

The prodigal son returns.

P.S. Kingdom Hearts 3 killed my Xbox 360.  Final Fantasy XV put my Xbox 360 in a coffin.  $399 hammered in the final nail.

There’s always a man. There’s always a lighthouse.

There’s always a city.

Hey man… y’all ain’t shit. Y’all aint shit, and y’all know it.

Just… man…

Yo.  That’s all I’m saying.

Yo.

Some people play tennis.

I erode the human soul.

Say hello to the bad guy.

They say I’m a bad guy.

Bring us the girl and wipe away the debt…

SHIT.  I just finished Bioshock Infinite about 3 hours ago.

I’m still in shock.  (Bioshock, maybe?  Sorry.  Poor attempt at being punny.)

Obviously, major spoilers follow.  And yes, I did skip Bioshock 2, although I’m going back to play that one soon.

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Rich, Suburban, Snooty White Women have THEE nastiest attitudes ever seen ever in the history of attitudes.

How are you going to be smelling like the cheapest box of wine in the country picking up your children from school?

Then have the nerve to turn your nose up at me because I exist.

Fuck you, you no hips having, long nose, pasty faced, veneer wearing trollop.

Your husband isn’t away on business, he’s fucking the neighbor’s wife.

I swear, Leesburg, Virginia is like a poorly written Desperate Housewives episode written by a sober Stephenie Meyer.

And by the way: while your penchant for wearing Tommy Hilfiger is appalling in itself, your breast implants look downright horrifying.  It’s almost as if you told Stephen King to put down the pen and pick up a scalpel.

As I was going through my messages from yesterday and deleting the submissions I got…

…all I can say is that… man, women are blessed.  Y’all are.

I just… I wish I could thank you publically.  I wish I could openly tell folks how much JOY your pictures brought me.  (Hey, wait.  I just did.  Imagine that!)

Almost makes me wish my birthday was every day.

(Sidenote: I REALLY hated to see some of those pics go… but no one said I could keep them, so they had to bounce.  Especially the last two I got before midnight.  Sheesh.  *fans self*)

I love you women. I do. The influx of titties is making me happy.

But some of you wonderful women have yet to participate.  (AND I GOT PROMISES FROM THOSE OF YOU THAT SAID Y’ALL WOULD, DAMMIT.)

Come on.  Make my birthday even happier.

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