FLIP THE BEAT.
It’s something about an artist’s third album. It was her turn, and it had to live up to the name – expectations were high.
Especially to us. They were as high like we were that night, Gooch and Danielle, and myself, being the eternal, single third wheel, watching NBA in my room. It was a harsh winter, and we were always indoors, watching basketball with the TV volume on mute. Especially at 10:00pm, we had to radio ready – that’s when Funk Master Flex would drop bombs …
BACK TO 1999.
Summertime always makes me want to reminisce of good times. Even bad times seem bearable, and often laughable, no matter how egregious a failure a mistake was. Sometimes I wish I could get a time machine, hop in a Dolorean, and set it to 1999.
But, it seems that a recurring trait is that we get stuck in this past, the glories of yester-year that makes life right now seem not as good.
What comes attached with that is past prestige – attending Harvard, having a high …
Holding on, never letting go.
Sans severity, you are in a committed relationship. Newly minted or just complicating things with the moniker, “friends with benefits. Or we can talk about down the road – boyfriend/girlfriend, fiancé/fiancée, husband/wife. This is your relationship, but we always forget about that third wheel that makes things even more adhesive: JEALOUSY.
“He that is not jealous is not in love.” – St. Augustine
Jealously is defined as, “mental uneasiness from suspicion or fear of rivalry.” That sounds quite accurate. I’d like to think of jealousy …
1 for 200.
I had dinner with an anonymous family member fresh of the heartache of a break up that still conjures up raw and real feelings. Her happiness is my happiness – and in turn her sadness empathically lives through me as well.
She asked me salient questions while we shared food – about my mindset within the time frame from when I was single, a conversion that saw me chasing the girl I’ve grown ultra-infatuated with over the years, then consequently dropping her, ultimately to pave the way …
My Love Grows Deeper Everyday.
Sunday May 6, 2001 – It was about that time. New York was brimming with newfound warmth, absorbing those rain-filled days of April with all the burgeoning pastels the flowers and trees had to offer.
I heard the tale-end of a song that was a girl, interweaving sonically between rapping and singing to the popular missy song (at the time) “Get Ur Freak On.” It was the remix, and the radio personality announced the song was sung by none other than…Nelly…Nelly Furtado.
Don't even know where to begin.
A couple of weeks ago, I was at my cousin’s plush new apartment in Orlando, Florida. As expected it was pristine – I wouldn’t expect anything less. As he showed me the new features of his new Samsung Smart TV (which has the ability to do everything that a laptop can do) his ever growing DVD collection, his budding Blu-ray collection, his iPad, laptop, the TV, his DVR, and the list goes on.
It’s 2011 and my cousins, along with all of us (myself …
The Single Days.
We’re at the cusp of the summertime, prime period for twenty-something’s and young professionals alike to be single. Who knows what the situation previously was – it could have been an emotionally charged breakup that led two parties to no further or future contact. It could have been a mutual pact for a couple that weren’t half in the union, and half out the door.
“Me and my latest girls agreed to go our separate ways, so I’m SINGLE.” – AUBREY GRAHAM
Whatever the plight is, it’s …
