* thru the windows of my eyes..everyone can see the loneliness inside of me (c) Love Dont Live Here Anymore -Rose Royce*

I am beginning to believe that all my years of being a social recluse have finally started to take a sad and damaging toll on various aspects of my life.

The lonely existance that I once enjoyed has become a prison in and of itself. How does one go about making new friends @ age 33? Meeting woman to be involved with is difficult enough but acquiring and keeping new friends is an ardous task with 10 x the intensity.

But rest assured, this problem will only remain in my life a tad bit longer...i think part of my issue is that I live on a side of town in which i dont personally know a single soul. Next month i'll be moving closer to my job as well as to the very city that I grew up in. (Marietta GA, stand up!).

With the advent of Facebook, I have reluctantly been able to rekindle relationship with people i either lost contact with or simply tried to all out forget altogether...lol.

A new start? Maybe so. Or is it a means to tie up unresolved ends to troubling factions of my life? Who knows....

All i can say is that i now have the desire and means to make a change....
~fin

I'm still alive...

I'm still alive...but damn if it's not rough. I've been sick every since i last updated this here blog. I think I caught the PORKRIND FLU (tm). HA!

Anyway things have gotten better and i'll be updating with more episodic events of my troubled and humorous life very soon.

~fin

Sha Boogie's Sunday Sexstick Slipcover Showdown pt 3

The mini series finale of our girl Sha Boogie and her experiences at the local 7-11 *adapted from her blog entry www.theradleyfiles.wordpress.com

Sha Boogie's Sunday Sexstick Slipcover Showdown pt 2

The 2nd part of our girl Sha Boogie and her experiences at the local 7-11 *adapted from her blog entry www.theradleyfiles.wordpress.com

Sha Boogie's Sunday Sexstick Slipcover Showdown pt 1

The 1st part of our girl Sha Boogie and her experiences at the local 7-11 *adapted from her blog entry www.theradleyfiles.wordpress.com

the unfabulous life of kae Williams (episode 3)

the unfabulous life of kae Williams (episode 2)

the unfabulous life of kae Williams (episode 1)

DO YOU GOT MO' HOES THAN ME? ..THE NOTORIOUS k.a.e (AKA BIGGIE DRAWS)

L*ve is....

*In keeping with this weeks love them...i've included something i wrote a while ago...i'm not sure how clear it conveys to anyone other than myself but this'll have to do as an entry until i find something more creative to blog about...*

LOVE IS LIKE LOOKING AT THE SUN. CONCENTRATE ON IT TOO LONG AND YOU'LL BECOME BLIND TO EVERYTHING AROUND YOU. LOOK AWAY FOR A QUICK SECOND AND YOU'RE LEFT SHEDDING TEARS.

LOVE WHILE FUN, HAS ITS UP AND DOWN. ITS INS AND OUTS.VALLEY AND PEAKS.HIGHS AND LOWS. THE LOWS MAKE YOU MISS THE HIGHS. THE HIGHS MAKE YOU FORGET THE BITTERNESS ANGUISH AND ANGER OF LOVE FROM THE PAST.

LOVE WITHOUT TRUST IS JUST PASSIONLESS SEX. TWO BODIES INTERTWINED FOR A FEW SHEER MINUTES UNTIL ONE OR BOTH PARTIES ARE SPENT.THEN IT JUST BECOMES TO PEOPLE IN A BED WITH THEIR BACKS TO ONE ANOTHER.

LOVE IS WHAT LOVE IS...YOU CAN'T MAKE IT. IT'S NOT SOMETHING THAT YOU SAY...IT'S SOMETHING THAT YOU SHOW. NOT ALL LOVE INVOLVES HUGS, KISSES OR OUTRIGHT DISPLAYS OF AFFECTION. LOVE IS FELT. LOVE IS KNOWN.

YOU REALIZE THIS WHEN YOU'RE ALONE.





~fin

THE PURSUIT OF...

L*VE (edited to protect my heart)

THE CHASE.THE THRILL.THE 90 DAY INITIATION PERIOD.THE BACK AND FORTH.THE UNNECESSARY DRAMA.THE PHONE TAG. THE INSTANT MESSAGES.THE TEXT MESSAGES. THE STARRY-EYED STARES. THE CONSTANT EMAILS. THE INDECISIVENESS OF CHOOSING A LOCATION FOR DINNER. THE "I THOUGHT YOU WERE ON YOUR WAY'', FOLLOWED BY THE EVERY FIVE-MINUTE VOICEMAILS ASKING "WHERE ARE YOU". THE IF YOU DON'T ANSWER THE PHONE AT 10 PM, MEANS YOU'RE WIH SOMEONE ELSE ACCUSATIONS. THE LOOKING OUT THE WINDOW SWEARING YOU SEE THEIR CAR DRIVE PAST YOUR HOUSE AT 10:15 PM....ALL SUCK.

YET, I FIND MYSELF WANTING TO BE A PART OF THIS LIFE CYCLE...

~FIN

Look up...in the sky...it's superdad....

So i'm getting to a point in my life where i finally feel like a man. Not just a man in age..but a man in action. If any of y'all are close to me offline then you know that my son's mom and I parted ways (many moons ago) due to things that i won't further mention here because it'll add turmoil to my life should my words make it to the wrong avenues at this time. Just know that I'm in the process of making the bond that she and i share...totally mine. She's made some very poor and irrational life decisions as of recently and as a result I feel it necessary for me to step into harms path before the wrong person (y'all know who) gets hurt and i'm not around to save him as my fatherly duties dictate that I should.

*pulls cape from beneath his shirt, and flies off into the cold brisk night sky*

sorry gang...no Chopin Vodka tonight. Can't risk the vulnerability to my super powers quite yet...custody issues for a single dad are krypronite in theory.

When boredom arises....

Below is an actual letter i wrote to the people @ twitter.com because i'm trying to increase my internet celebrity by garnering self promo-deals with twitter and Chopin Vodka. I just found out about the Twitter Wingman device and thought if muhphuckan Shaq can get one then so can good Ol' kae Williams. So what if i'm not 7'feet tall...i'm me got'dammit.

Dear Folks at Twitter,

I think it would be great if you could assist me/help extend my impending internet celebrity status by allowing me to beta test the Twitter Wingman with the likes of real celebrities such as Shaquille O'neal and others.

I come from an impoverished background and I never received christmas gifts at the orphanage that my alcoholic and angel dust addicted parents dropped me off at in the late 70's. So getting the opportunity to engage in the twitter sensation of beta testing the Wingman would make up for years of not being allowed to play in any reindeer games as a young child.

I just recently came from the doctor and was told that i only have about 40 more years to live....and with such a short life expectancy i think it would be the greatest thing on earth to test out your new device.

What say you? Wouldn't it mean a lot to you and your company to grant the wishes of 33 year old african american man from humble beginnings whose last dying wish is to simply beta test your product? I mean I'm dying anyway, so if by chance the device emmits some sort of radioactive/harmful frequency type toxins wouldn't you want me to be the test subject?
Sincerely,

Kae Williams