My 2010 Bucket List

 

 

 

10 things I plan on doing before the end of 2010

1. Take a picture in a club bathroom
2. Use one of these at a major league sporting event http://www.trinkartikel.de/images/product_images/info_images/Trinkhelm_big.jpg
3. Spend the night at the Essex House Hotel (where Donny Hathaway jumped to his death).
4. Take my son on his first airplane flight.
5. Take a Deathrow picture with my son and my dad that looks like this http://blogs.westword.com/backbeat/deathrow.jpg
6. Tell someone who I’m not related to that I love them.
7. Take my son to the beach (this will probably take place along with #4
8. Finish either my book or sitcom script.
9. Get closer to my lil’ brother (we used to talk a lot but his impending teenage life and my intro into parenthood has made our 19 yr age difference even more obvious
10.   Visit my mother and grandmother’s grave. I haven’t been to the cemetery since they were bother interred (in 2002) and I think a trip to each of their respective sites is long over due.

~fin

Who will love me in winter?

I told her to take my hand and pull me near....

She grabbed my arm and flung me to the ground.

Hurt people hurt people © Shanise Taylor

Now she wants to be friends...I just want it to end. Which on my part has already occured. Delusions of grandeur are no more. The windows are clear and I see that the grass only appears green when your looking at it from the pavement.

I'm going to find my heart in Philly. That's where I belong.

15 mins or mo’ until New Years (2010)

The Wonderfully Horrible Days of Kae Williams Season One, Episode 1.

Instead of spending my New Years Eve out in the streets, I opted to play it cool and stay home with my son…this was by  far the best New Years eve that I’ve experienced in a long time.

Watch the video, hope that you enjoy the follies between my son and I.

 

 

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Dear 2009....

F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you.

In addition to 2002, you've been one of the worst years I've ever experienced on this green oasis that we call Earth.

I never wish to experience the amount of hurt, pain, strife, heart ache and troubles that I endured these past 12 months.

Please don't take it personal but I'm glad that you only come into my life once and never to return or else I'd have to lie and wait and fuck you up the next time we crossed paths.

~fin

Fish Are Boring (relaunched)

Just incase you couldnt see the original posting of my life….in video form.

Fish are boring….

On & On © Erykah Badu

And when I knew I had to face another day, Lord it made me feel so tired

© Ree Ree Franklin

It's amazing how little portions of a song can just stand out and literally just speak volumes to your soul...that line comes from "NATURAL WOMAN" and though the song itself says little to me that one 3 second segment of Aretha belting out that phrase says everything that I couldn't about today.

I ramble…I mean I ramble a lot. It is a miracle that in real life conversations that I make any sense whatsoever (It’s likely that I don’t but in fear of hurting my feelings people tolerate me and just attempt to grasp onto key points of my ramblings).

I’ve accepted that I’m a troubled soul. Unlike other troubled souls though, I havent found my gift or true talent. Hopefully though, I don’t follow the same demise as many other troubled souls (i.e., Marvin Gaye, Donny Hathaway, Phyllis Hyman, Kurt Cobain and etc.,). I sure as hell hope that I don’t follow the path of Van Gogh or Edgar Allen Poe and the world only realizes my greatness posthumously. Seemingly, with that said, I’ve got to find a way to make my mark on this vast planet soon...

Oh well...it's Sunday, I'm childless and I might as well sh*t, shower and shave and see what these A-town streets has to offer in regards to simple and amusing entertainment

*FYI, I'm still working on the title for my new blog...I'm still keeping this one though because it's the intimate window into my mind but I need something else to ramble (the word of the day) about sports, sex and music. * If you have any suggestions--HOLLA @ ME !

oh and if you're not on SKYPE (that means you too Xina), you're missin' me in all of my unadulterated and uncensored glory.

~fin