Category: deuce

And nothing’s impossible.

I used to be a spiritual person. NOT religious. Spiritual. I believe in something. I don’t have to be sure of what/who it is, but there’s something higher. That I’m sure of. Something that made someone discover how to make fire. Made someone stumble across the internets (cuz yall know the internets was an accident). Something that made sure I was still alive and had hope. My ‘motto’, if you will, was ‘something’s gotta give’. All this bad happens but at some point something good HAS to happen right? The bad will always outweigh the good, if you let it. Gotta see past it. On the rare occasion I look up and talk to whom/whatever is there, I feel helpless. I know everything in life is lesson. For better or worse. The good and the bad. But at the end of the day, what I want isn’t up to me. It may be my fault things are where they’re at, but I have no real control over my redemption. So I’ll continue to look up and hope. Something’s gotta give, right?

Doin my best. Leavin it to the powers that be. I deserve what I want. But as you can always see, that’s not always what you get (in this case it’s(it’ll be) my fault if I don’t). I’m gonna do my do. Put myself the best situation I can then….Waiting game…. Hope I win this one. Cuz this is the one I need. Want. Desire…..

That when I find ‘the one’ I’ll ‘just know’. She could never describe to me what that meant, but she said I’ll know. I’ll have a feeling. Something I myself cannot puts into words. And well. I’ve found this one. I can try and go into to detail as to everything she is to and for me, but you’ll get tired of reading long before I’m done typing. I’ve known for some time she is IT. And so has she. I’ve finally decided to share with you.
As a realist and a bit of a cynic, I always thought I’d be alone and was content with such. Then this wonder came from nowhere and literally changed my life. I’m not religious but for all intents and purposes, I’m blessed. She is a better person than I. Very compassionate and warm. Blah blah. You get it. I get it. I have it. Not letting go. Not going anywhere. So when I gush from time to time. Well. You just have to deal with it. You’ll get your music. Shoes. Sports. Video games. Randomness. Just bare with me. I’m fuckin ECSTATIC!

I was just thinking about if I was on death row, is that whole you can have anything you want for your last meal ish true. Regardless, I really can’t figure what I’d want to have. First thing that comes to mind is homemade fried chicken mashed papas and mac & cheese. Or maybe red velvet cake. or red velvet cheesecake. and to drink a dr pepper or mountain dew blue?. . . idk. Normally I eat based on what I feel like having. So what if I’m in the mood for Kung Pao Chickens. Could they hooked that up? either way I think it’d be between fried chickens, red velvet cheesecake or chinese foods.

So I’m according to doctors and family history, I am at risk for: diabetes (i love candy and mountain dew blue), cancer (do cell phones cause tumors?), heart disease (fried foods ftw), alcoholism (i love henny), and drug addiction (weed dont count). Although I personally don’t believe drug and alcohol addiction is hereditary. I also suffer from one of those post-concussion syndromes. Where I can have memory loss or seizures and/or possibly suicidal thoughts. Cuz I’ve 5+ concussions (sports ftw). I more than likely will get diabetes and/or a heart condition if the head trauma doesn’t get me first. I won’t change my lifestyle of eating habits unless they cut my feets off . That would supremely suck. I’d have to give all my shoes to my little bro. Maybe they can upgrade my feet to rollerblades (word to dallas penn). Basically all this is saying is. FUCK EVERYTHING! cuz I’ma do what ever I want in this short life I have. cuz my body is already fucked the fuck up and will prolly get worserer

that saying “closed mouths don’t get fed”. i hate it. But it can be very true. You want something? ASK FOR IT! worst case scenario is a NO. If you don’t ask and expect someone to read your mind, chances are, you’re eff’d in the A. Or not saying shit gets you where you are, NOWHERE. So whether you want, need, are annoyed, or anything; SAY SOMETHING BITCH! pride be damned. So people open your fuckin mouth and make life easier for me and you.

**if you haven’t noticed these are written S.O.C. so grammar can suck it!

I had something that share that is semi important to my personal growth BUT I FINALLY heard this Kid CuDi album. and. well. SUPER DOPENESS!! I liked A Kid Name Cudi. this however is a different and just as dope monster. suprised the label let this fly. You can see how Make Her Say doesn’t fit the album AT ALL. but if that’s the only compromise FUCK IT. Great album. look forward to many spins (in the iPod). and either Keeks or Ang of Proper Talks convinced me to break bread on the joint via twitter

In honor of me dropping a deuce every time I’m at work, I am gonna drop a daily deuce on the site. It probably won’t be daily but for namesake daily is what it’ll be called. so I guess todays deuce dropping is tellin you I’ll be droppin deuces daily (kinda).