Peace.

peace. love. pleasure. passion.

baby leshaud... (my nephew)

“ Children are always like wet cement. Whatever falls on them makes an impression. —Haim Ginott”

morning blues...

March 1, 2009. As of today I am three weeks behind in rent, have a disconnected phone, no cable, and a piece of chinese fried chicken and a bowl of rice pilaf in my fridge. Oh, "I'm sorry." How could I forget the half way full box of cream of wheat in the cabinet that tastes like slop unless there's actually sugar or fruit in it. I actually love it with raisins which I have none of, that nor the sugar. So for the past couple of days my stomach has been waging wars against me because I don't think she likes the idea of all of this, kicking and punching like she's sharing it with a fetus, sending messages to my mind that says she's had it and my mind agrees because he teamed up with the b**** and decided that he was going to raise even more hell and give me debilitating migraines.

p.s. on the flip side I have realized by having recent interactions with a great male friend of mine that it has become very easy for me to love men that I connect with positively, they could simply be friends and I will express my emotions, not being in love but loving their personalities, their spirits, and the fact that they care for me & allow themselves to share their deepest thoughts and secrets with me. It can be a weird thing, also risky, but I guess that shouldn't matter right? Love is Freedom. Freedom is Love.

why you should never doubt... (how I discovered Kanye West)

So, with me being the type of person that I am, I never want to "follow" the crowd. If the principal in high school would have told all of the students to wear red to celebrate aids awareness month, my black behind would have probably showed up in a bright pink dress & if anyone questioned the color of my apparel I would have simply stated, "I guess I felt like supporting breast cancer when I woke up this morning." lol.. No joke. Another thing that is different about me is the fact that I don't watch t.v. (for lots of reasons) & I also don't listen to the radio because I am not to fond of "commercial music".

Anyway, music is what brought me to writing this blog. The incredible Kanye West's music to be more specific. I was never really crazy about him or his music, not because I didn't think it' was cool, but because everyone else sweated it. I'm sure I've always had at least ten tracks of his in my itunes library but I would have never considered myself the "diehard" fan like most of my peers. Because everyone else was so amp'd over him I was like yeah,"he's aiight", & I really didn't give him a chance. That was until recently when his latest album came out, "808's & Heartbreaks". It was when this album came out that I said, "forget not wanting to follow the crowd, this "ish" is dope, & Kanye is a geniusss for creating music this good, simply stated, sincerely felt."

Anywho, what really made me come to this realization is not just the lyrics & the tight baselines, it was his "swagger" when he spits on each track, hold on let me correct myself, when he spits & sings on each track, & this negro ain't even a singer, not to mention he is on key & not tone deaf, I feeeel it when he sings & he aint Sisqo or nuttin. but I can dig it, (speaking of which, what ever happened to him?) Yeah but the album is crazy & some of the songs about heartbreak express very very similar situations to those I have recently experienced. So one day I was walking home listening to the album & I started going crazy, like, "Gosh, why have you been sleeping on this man for so long? It seems like he wrote these songs for you, each word to the "T" & after that it was history I am a official Kanye fan, soo I hope all you Kanye lovers out there I pray you accept me with open arms because I am hooked & I will never doubt another artist based on the "hype" or not wanting to "follow" the crowd.