Hey.
Thanks for stopping by,again.
Gimme a second,I'm rolling up..
Ok.
Before i begin,do I really need to say this is one of those moments,where I'm gonna pour a deep Burrough of myself on to [web]paper..for complete strangers [you] to read..
Ok.
[sighs]
I've come to find,I'm emotional because my dad was emotionless. I'm flighty because my mom is flighty..maybe I have it backwards..but,the negative sides to those [e]qualities is that I tend to be really needy and unstable. I can be irresponsible and flaky. I'm not a stone that doesn't feel ,I'm totally in touch with my emotions . And,I find that I'm a better dreamer because of my flightiness. I'm a better projector of all possibilities,I'm restrained and guarded and not so spastic. My life hasn't been easy. Just like,my barbie-my hearts been broken..so,has hers.
I've been single for two years,I'm totally comfortable where I am. Nothing more to focus on other than my work . So,he came at a good time. When the passion is bubbling.
-He slept over one night. It was pretty cool. He on his back..my head resting on his underarm..we fell asleep watching Rambo 4just made it back from a night at the river. He comforting me,after my house was burgularized. His six foot frame,lying comfortably beside me. We fit. His green & black high top Gucci sneakers looked right,on myhardwood floor..I'm smitten,kinda..a gentleman, an advisor, a true force to be reckoned with. And,he came at a time where I'm not really looking for a relationship. My single days are the best days for me,nI've always been in serious relationships..but,you learn more about yourself when you're by yourself.Honestly, I was enjoying the process. Friends asks "Love at first sight"? Not likely.
I do,however,believe in feeling connected. Love is something that grows from being nourished;it builds.
Pardon me..
This was suppose to be about "freedom"
Freedom to me? Being extricated from a "threshold"; my definition "off top". I'm seeking freedom from this crazy creatively constrained mind of mine,lol.
[lights the blunt]
A mind that is constantly ram bushed with ideas,emotions, to-do lists, appointments, emailing/texting ideas to my Marketing/PR [Mariah & Bria]..anger,excitement & creating blissful perception all at the same time.
I'm so thankful my mother raised me to have a creative mind. Freedom often envisioned as a place in my life where everything plays less of a part than we make them out to be. Things are never as bad as they seem..although,this is hard for me to digest,also..[rolls eyes]..No,I won't have a tantrum because I cant afford to get those jeans and those sneakers.,at the same time.We just need to wait for the next check..none of that is seen as a big deal,anymore.
A life free from material..(yea,right)..I love to look pretty. I love be stylistic. I live a fab life with a harsh reality. (lol) Ever since I was a child,I've been attracted to shiny things. Can't help it.
bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbttttttttttttt!
FREEDOM FROM MATERIAL.
[p2]
Being 23, loved a time or two, gorgeous..but,equally flawed. I seek freedom from approval,also..
Let the truth be told. I fall hard..I'm not one of those guys that fall easily-although,it sounds,better (fall "easily")-but,I'm a tough cookie or as my Great Grandmother,"Big Mama" has joked my entire life,"J.,you're a tough pill to swallow". I've gone from "you're going to be..", to "you are a..". Gotta love progress.
I'm straightforward. I don't do much corner cutting. I search for the easiest & realest way to come at you. Often times,I find myself standing alone..either in ankle length Ferragamo boots or Thom Browne's calfe skin leather lace ups..but,my single world has been shaken, having met this young fellow. .we'll call him *the new guy* or "Mr. Fashion",those are the names best suitable for him. We've encountered a rough patch coming to "that point",in our "getting to know process"-the point where he realizes I'm not like the others. It's admirable. We're at the point where we're telling our mom's about one another. It's cute. I went out with friends last night,an old friend that I hadn't seen in a year or two,stopped by and we sat at the dinner table,eating and catching up with one another. We sat there and discussed the romantic aspects of our lives and our past endeavors. It was fun. I explain the details of the "rough patch"we'd encoutered..he asks about the other prospects,I speak of another fellow in Atlanta, I'm sharing my attention between the two. Both of their bodies are like,"BAM!!" Except one is yellow..the other is chocolate..mmm..(licks lips)
Anyway..
What does freedom have to do about this?
I wish I was free to engage in a relationship without the apprehension. I'm accepted for who I am. Noone has asked me to change for anything..they are both great admirers of my style.. I'm an admirer of Mr. Fashion's style..he's someone to keep around (winks)
Dudes & Dudettes,I'm stoned..
Gonna take a minute..take a few pics..and talk to you at another date..
I just wanted to get some shit off my mind.
Thanks for stopping by,again.
Gimme a second,I'm rolling up..
Ok.
Before i begin,do I really need to say this is one of those moments,where I'm gonna pour a deep Burrough of myself on to [web]paper..for complete strangers [you] to read..
Ok.
[sighs]
I've come to find,I'm emotional because my dad was emotionless. I'm flighty because my mom is flighty..maybe I have it backwards..but,the negative sides to those [e]qualities is that I tend to be really needy and unstable. I can be irresponsible and flaky. I'm not a stone that doesn't feel ,I'm totally in touch with my emotions . And,I find that I'm a better dreamer because of my flightiness. I'm a better projector of all possibilities,I'm restrained and guarded and not so spastic. My life hasn't been easy. Just like,my barbie-my hearts been broken..so,has hers.
I've been single for two years,I'm totally comfortable where I am. Nothing more to focus on other than my work . So,he came at a good time. When the passion is bubbling.
-He slept over one night. It was pretty cool. He on his back..my head resting on his underarm..we fell asleep watching Rambo 4just made it back from a night at the river. He comforting me,after my house was burgularized. His six foot frame,lying comfortably beside me. We fit. His green & black high top Gucci sneakers looked right,on myhardwood floor..I'm smitten,kinda..a gentleman, an advisor, a true force to be reckoned with. And,he came at a time where I'm not really looking for a relationship. My single days are the best days for me,nI've always been in serious relationships..but,you learn more about yourself when you're by yourself.Honestly, I was enjoying the process. Friends asks "Love at first sight"? Not likely.
I do,however,believe in feeling connected. Love is something that grows from being nourished;it builds.
Pardon me..
This was suppose to be about "freedom"
Freedom to me? Being extricated from a "threshold"; my definition "off top". I'm seeking freedom from this crazy creatively constrained mind of mine,lol.
[lights the blunt]
A mind that is constantly ram bushed with ideas,emotions, to-do lists, appointments, emailing/texting ideas to my Marketing/PR [Mariah & Bria]..anger,excitement & creating blissful perception all at the same time.
I'm so thankful my mother raised me to have a creative mind. Freedom often envisioned as a place in my life where everything plays less of a part than we make them out to be. Things are never as bad as they seem..although,this is hard for me to digest,also..[rolls eyes]..No,I won't have a tantrum because I cant afford to get those jeans and those sneakers.,at the same time.We just need to wait for the next check..none of that is seen as a big deal,anymore.
A life free from material..(yea,right)..I love to look pretty. I love be stylistic. I live a fab life with a harsh reality. (lol) Ever since I was a child,I've been attracted to shiny things. Can't help it.
bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbttttttttttttt!
FREEDOM FROM MATERIAL.
[p2]
Being 23, loved a time or two, gorgeous..but,equally flawed. I seek freedom from approval,also..
Let the truth be told. I fall hard..I'm not one of those guys that fall easily-although,it sounds,better (fall "easily")-but,I'm a tough cookie or as my Great Grandmother,"Big Mama" has joked my entire life,"J.,you're a tough pill to swallow". I've gone from "you're going to be..", to "you are a..". Gotta love progress.
I'm straightforward. I don't do much corner cutting. I search for the easiest & realest way to come at you. Often times,I find myself standing alone..either in ankle length Ferragamo boots or Thom Browne's calfe skin leather lace ups..but,my single world has been shaken, having met this young fellow. .we'll call him *the new guy* or "Mr. Fashion",those are the names best suitable for him. We've encountered a rough patch coming to "that point",in our "getting to know process"-the point where he realizes I'm not like the others. It's admirable. We're at the point where we're telling our mom's about one another. It's cute. I went out with friends last night,an old friend that I hadn't seen in a year or two,stopped by and we sat at the dinner table,eating and catching up with one another. We sat there and discussed the romantic aspects of our lives and our past endeavors. It was fun. I explain the details of the "rough patch"we'd encoutered..he asks about the other prospects,I speak of another fellow in Atlanta, I'm sharing my attention between the two. Both of their bodies are like,"BAM!!" Except one is yellow..the other is chocolate..mmm..(licks lips)
Anyway..
What does freedom have to do about this?
I wish I was free to engage in a relationship without the apprehension. I'm accepted for who I am. Noone has asked me to change for anything..they are both great admirers of my style.. I'm an admirer of Mr. Fashion's style..he's someone to keep around (winks)
Dudes & Dudettes,I'm stoned..
Gonna take a minute..take a few pics..and talk to you at another date..
I just wanted to get some shit off my mind.
