So I took a year off, started posting to my myspace blog and though I loved the cryptic approach that is needed when addressing such a critical all-inclusive audience, I miss my gut-wrenchingly honest posts offered up here and on the P. Flaca chronicles. So I came home. I’m sitting here at Hartsfield-Jackson, watching so many beautiful people pass me…I’ve decided that a busy airport is an artist’s dream. *elbows Jeremy*. It’s quite lovely to watch from a distance. And this busy bustle of people and suitcases and strollers and bags and children trailing behind with teddy bears and dolls behind them is a perfect representation of what is taking place in my body as we speak. Everything rushing, anxious to reach its destination. Oxygen, blood cells, sperm tails…if all else fails, the Wendy’s chile and baked potato I scarfed down. Let’s see how selfish I am when you get here. When I get there. I don’t have to go to baggage claim…it’s a one way flight, and I only have one carry-on…
June 18, 2008
June 4, 2008
Oh yeah,
Don,
I thought something was wrong with my mobile blogger…but, I see your blog is um, invite only, um, and if I don’t receive an invite asap, something bad will happen!!!
June 2, 2008
Neva’ met him before…
But I think I like him like a metaphor… 
Oh lord ya’ll. Okay, so quick run down of where I’ve been and what I’ve been doin.
Okay…been teaming up with the Unkommon Kolor _____________. Wasn’t sure if I shoulda been funny, and said “Klique, Krew, or some other word that refers to the ecclectic genious that is Blue the Great,
, Jeremy “Jaye” Campbell 
, Jeremy Biggers and…
Krisaela Pretty Flaca Di Baca 
Okay, so Blue turned 21 yesterday and had a party Saturday night…I rarely make appearances on the college party scene cause…there’s a REASON I left school…but, it was pretty damn dope. Cause the bartender (Jaye) was eff’n em up on the ones and twos? Nope. Cause J. Biggers was the Papparazzi? Nope. Cause the cops didn’t shut it down within the first few minutes? Nope. Cause I hung with this cat that..looks like my favorite person in the world (here’s a hint…it’s not my little sister, or Barack Obama.) And oddly enough, once I got past making the comments about who he looked like, I didn’t intend to say much else to him…accept….he was ridiculously extroverted and accidently smooth and thought that I was funny…or I’m not a good detector of sarcasm…and ultimately, I just wanted him around. And even after the cops came and he left…we texted the night away and into the morning til I went BACK to watch him hoop later. So, then on the way home, I decided, that I had known him less than 24 hrs, and for me to be that giggly about a stranger, he had to be an evil robot sent to destroy me.
See ya’ll in 2 weeks…
