One Year Later...

So it's been a year since I wrote this note on Facebook about the Nov 4, 2008 election. A lot of yall didn't know me back then, but anywho, Barack Obama was declared President-Elect @ 11 pm on 11/4/2008...this is how I felt @ 4:28 am 11/5/2008. See if you feel/felt the same way.



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I'm not ever at a computer long enough to write a note. But I can't sleep and I have this cool new phone that lets me type quickly...

The magnitude of the 2008 Presidential Election won't be fully appreciated by our generation. At least not yet. It is greatly appreciated at the moment...and most likely there will be several mixtapes that mention President-Elect Obama sometime this week.

But I never experienced the genuine HATE that was aimed at my grandmother who grew up in NC in the 40's, or the struggles of my grandfather, an immigrant from Aruba in the 50's.

And I've never been denied a job or paid a lower wage based on the color of my skin the way my parents did growing up in New York in the 60's and 70's

But the day we sit down with our future children (or current children...some of yall despise condoms) and tell them about November 4th, 2008...and there is NO LIMIT to what they can accomplish and NO EXCUSE to not be a SUCCESS...we may begin to fully appreciate what happened.

Or maybe at Thanksgiving dinner 2047, when we listen to our children tell their children what happened...and how their mom or dad was a part of history (HIS STORY...GOD'S STORY)...maybe then, we can fully grasp this ''CHANGE'' concept.

The emotion that we feel/felt...is the greatest joy that a lot of us have ever felt.

But it's nothing compared to the way our grandparents feel...or the way we will feel when we realize all of THIS...whatever ''THIS'' is...led to the beginning of a new era.

The day when EVERY PERSON with an OUNCE of AFRICAN BLOOD went to sleep with a little bit more SWAG than they woke up with.

I'm running out of shit to say and most likely yall won't even read this. But I'll click this ''publish'' button anyway.

Just remember these two things...

I'm not predicting anything bad is gonna happen...but be cautious. Especially in the South.

and...

''This victory is not the change we seek but only an opportunity to obtain the change we seek''...or something like that.

Intoxicated Thoughts...Perfect Grammar And Spelling. 10 Random Thoughts. Maybe More, Maybe Less...I'm Drunk, Remember?

I've been drinking since about 7:30 and it will be 11:10 by the time I get to the period at the end of this sentence.

My mom finally called me out on my drinking. She says that she can tell when I'm drunk based on the fact that I try to hold detailed "normal" conversations w/ her, which is something I NEVER do. She also says she can hear my off-beat footsteps when I come in late at night...something that she says reminds her of Andre Warner Sr...my dad.

I've tried to deny for the last 6 or 7 years that I would be like my dad. I've tried to be the opposite. But it's his Y chromosome that I have. And I can't escape it. I drink and I'm addicted to the opposite sex. I have some of his positive qualities too, but it's the negatives I've tried to avoid.

Currently watching the Lakers-Rockets game...I want there to be a Lakers-Cavs Finals...but for some reason I doubt that happens. LeBron and Kobe are future hall of famers. But one of them has already reached their prime...already reached their God-given potential...already earned their last ring...

I'm kinda in a rush to finish this blog post. So it won't be a very good one. Sorry.



OMG...I saw the Rihanna nude pics. I did NOT know she had a body like that. I LOVE her body type. Small frame, hourglass shape. *imagination running WILD*

The bathroom Rihanna took the pics in is HUGE.

I'm NOT a virgin. As much as I try to make my sexuality seem like a joke...it hasn't worked. And for some reason, the more I try to get my "good guy" image back, the more it doesn't work. I can't even PRETEND to be good. I'm going to put a link to this blog on Facebook...and at least 3 of them(girls I've had sex w/) will read this and say to themselves "DEFINITELY NOT". Yes, I've had sex w/ more than 3 people...more than 3 times 3. More than 3 times the square root of...never mind...that's not important.

I typed that w/o really thinking...but I've managed to get to this point w/o any major backspacing. Even though I backspaced 3 times just on this segment alone. Make that 5. Twice on that last sentence. Now it's 6. My fingers are moving faster than my brain. Now it's 10 backspaces.

I'm done. No good can come out of this. Just wanted the world to know I haven't forgotten about Blogspot. Gotta go to bed now...work in the a.m.

Nite kids...

Rap Lyrics Revised: Renegade-Jay-Z ft. Eminem...FYI: This Probably Won't Rhyme. Verse 1.

The following presentation is a translation...if you will...of the lyrics to the song Renegade...lol. This serves no particular purpose. I just felt like doing it. That's just how I roll.




You people
Say that I am not wise, I only discuss matters involving jewelry.
Do you unwise people understand music or do you not comprehend it?
I am influenced by the poverty that you exacerbated.
The same person you gave nothing was able to overcome by doing what one was most capable of in the most thorough manner possible.
I am a reporter of current events told from the view of the impoverished.
An unorthodox individual
You have were previously frightened and remain so.
I have infiltrated popular culture and served as a liason to the poor neighborhoods
Where they sell stolen toasters and they live w/ their maternal parent
And have lost their weapons due to a failed robbery attempt.
A young attractive female has been impregnated because of improper supervision
Abused by an unknown misfit. When child support announces their arrival
He claims to not be available to adhere to their requests.
Now how do you interpret this? Write it down.
I bring this through the impoverished neighborhoods without being in a moving vehicle or seeking refuge
Avoiding being penetrated by a stray bullet that was fired by a young person who does not wish to change their behavior. I just read a magazine that made my day unpleasurable.
How do you critique music that poor people with no belongings can relate to?
I guide them through this anomaly. You do not.
You are incapable of walking on the same path as me.
You are incapable of walking in the shoes that I own.
I am willing to wager all of your posessions that you will lose your tie and your shirt.

SAT Scores, DVRs, and Grannie Panties...

1. None of these 25 Randoms will have anything to do w/ what's in the title...

2. Out of boredom, I pretty much read everybody's 25(or more) Randoms. I was entertained.

3. I started to do another one of these the day after I wrote the first 25 Randoms. But it was too soon and it wouldn't have been random enough.

4. I have astigmatism...in one eye. Myopia(nearsighted) in the other eye. My right eye has always been retarded. But my left eye used to be perfect and it compensated for the other eye. But my right eye is like that friend that doesn't want you to succeed in life. So my left eye was diagnosed to be astigmatic as of 2/7/2009.

5. Something about a girl w/ red lipstick...it does things to me.

6. I'm cool enough to get to class 15 mins late and sit in the back and smart enough to already know what the teacher is talking about and raise my hand for every question.

7. I rarely use the word "swag". And I never use it in reference to myself. It's already been overused and fucked sideways. First of all, swagger is defined as having visible self-confidence. So by saying you have swag(ger)...you're defeating the purpose of the word. It's visible(not spoken) self-confidence(confidence within one's self). Meaning you should be self-confident and other people should notice w/o you telling them. Secondly, the definition doesn't mention anything about wardrobe. If you don't have swagger in some PJ pants and a small white tee, you don't have it at all.

8. At night I wear PJ pants and a small white tee...

9. I have THEEEE most watched status on FB. Not because people wanna know what I'm doing but because...

10. I'm fuckin hilarious.

11. Going to A&T was a decision that was made w/ the little head, not the big one. I went to homecoming when I was 16 and it was a rap after that...too much bait for me to say no. If I could do it all over I would have went to a CC and transferred.

12. I come from a long line of flirts...I'm a flirt. My father is a flirt. Both of my Grandfathers were flirts.

13. I was supposed to get skipped from 3rd grade to 5th...but I got suspended shortly after I was informed getting skipped was a possibility and the people in charge said I wasn't ready.

14. My neighbor got a dog named Hip Hop. And Hip Hop got hit by a car. They managed to salvage his mangled leg and now he walks w/ a limp. So the name was kind of ironic...

15. I make great drinks. I used to improvise w/ whatever I could get my hands on (i.e. an Everclear Pina Colada) Then my bartending roommate put me on w/ other things. Then when I turned 21 and started buying my own liquor, I became an alcohol scholar. There's a Voss bottle in my profile pictures album w/ my signature drink...the 223 D. Named after the apt I created it in...

16. My best friend is my cousin Rashaad. He's the only person in the world who knows EVERYTHING about me. My next tier of best friends are Minnie J, Simms, Jessy J(even though I see her like twice a year), Dawson, D. Charles, J. Powell, Jay, and Russ.

17. I'm more than halfway through this and I don't feel like doing it anymore. But I've been typing this for about 15 mins now and I would hate for that to be a waste of time.

18. Some people hate PDAs(Public Displays of Affection)...I'm indifferent. You won't ever catch Andre Warner kissing or holding hands in public or changing my FB status every time I go on a date. But when other people do it, it doesn't bother me. But like I said...some people hate it. Mainly cuz it's annoying.

19. I say "But ummm...yea" a lot. In texts and in real life.

20. The way I write is the way I talk.

21. I don't have an accent. Sometimes I'll tell people I'm from Oregon and they believe me.

22. I'm an independent person...I don't like having to depend on anybody. If I know I can do something myself, I'll do it myself. I moved in and out of 3 apartments by myself.

23. I go to the club myself sometimes too. Or if I do go w/ a group, I'm still gonna go on a solo mission once I'm in there.

24. I cant think of anything to say for number...

25.

Just Cuz You Put A Cat In The Oven Doesn't Mean It's A Biscuit...Today's Final Thoughts

I did two blogs today. And although I have "Today's Final Thoughts" in the title...you as a reader shouldn't get used to this.

Consistency isn't my thing.

And that statement actually gives me an idea...

THINGS THAT AREN'T MY THING

Waking up before noon
Unprotected sex
Camping
Jumping off anything taller than me
Being on time
Long Conversations
Recycling
Archery
Titty-Fucking(the most pointless activity EVER)
Seatbelts
Chitterlings
Dog-Fighting
Going in clubs
Shaking my dreads
Throwing these bows
Bussing these heads


Hopefully you caught that Crime Mob reference I threw in there...

I'm done w/ this for tonight...I've got nothin.

I'll be back eventually.

Genesis...10 Facts...Just To Get It Wet

Fact: I was born at 2:12 a.m. on a Saturday in June

Fact: If it is 2:12 a.m. on a Saturday in June, most likely I'll be intoxicated.

Fact: I'm intoxicated quite often.

Fact: I began this blog at 11-something a.m. on a Monday in March.

Fact: There is not much to do on a Monday in March.

Fact: I only made a blog because a lot of people have one.

Fact: My blog will be great.

Fact: The above fact was an opinion.

Fact: I am random.

Fact: My blog will be random.

Fact: Although there are 11 "Facts" listed...one of them was an opinion...therefore there are 10 Facts...just like I said.