I never claimed to be perfect.

“It was a million tiny little things that, when you added them all up, they meant we were supposed to be together … and I knew it. I knew it the very first time I touched her. It was like coming home. .. only to no home I’d ever known … I was just taking her hand to help her out of a car and I knew. It was like … magic.”
—Tom Hanks (Sleepless in Seattle)
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Yesterday was a productive day. I love when I can say that.
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I admire people who have the strength to be exactly who they are without placing judgment upon others. I try to be more like this. For example, when I catch myself judging Scottsdale Douches and Douchettes by how tight their shirts are, the size of their boobs, and how many times they say “bro”, I try to mentally check myself and remember that it is them and not me. The issue is believing yourself to be superior because of these things. Because quality as a human being is not determined by how deep your v-neck is, how big your boobs are, what kind of car you drive, or how many times you catch a grenade.  Everyone is entitled to personal preference. This is America. You can like what you like, but you don't have to be an asshole about it.
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Grenade-
The solitary ugly girl always found with a group of hotties. If the grenade doesn't get any action, then neither does anyone else.

Calling people grenades probably makes me an asshole. I never claimed to be perfect.

For the past few years, I have consistently felt like I was growing into more of a person I could be comfortable with. Because for the majority of the time I spent attending Colony middle and high schools, someone -- humility, first of all -- should have delivered me a punch in the face. Although I am now far less social and drunk, I am also less of a shitbag.

I want to live HERE: http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/2nEZ6d/www.goodmorningandgoodnight.com/%253Fp%253D4142

I have a personality defect that causes me to become rather obsessive about things that I like. Right now it’s Australian bands. I believe them to be superior to anything that has come out of the U.S. in a long time. This of course excludes my favorite U.S. bands.

There is a person in popular U.S. and I suppose now international culture who I’ve been thinking about quite often because I find his prominence and influence to be somewhat puzzling. His name is t-pain. Of course that's not his real name, which is faheem rasheed najm, which is of Islamic origin because t-pain is Muslim. Which is kind of funny, even though it probably shouldn't be.

But t-pain's faith is not what brings me here today.

First of all, I am very impressed by this man's ability to have completely infiltrated the rap and r&b market without anybody caring that he is really quite limited in his talents (as with the majority of rappers in the music scene these days). Every song he is involved with sounds exactly the same, and in my conservative estimations, he has collaborated with every artist who has been on BET at any time within the last two years. I am sure he is paid a large sum of money for his work and know he is very prolific. I would say that he could very comfortably retire right now, at the age of 23- and I politely request that he consider this plan of action. And here is why:

Because I think t-pain has reached the maximum number of auto-tuned songs about drinking and fucking girls (who may or may not be strippers) in or around cars or after telling them about your car, anyone should produce within a lifetime. No joke. And he has only been doing this professionally for a few years. What's even stranger about t-pain's appeal is that I kind of doubt any of his lyrical content is based in fact.

I kind of have a hard time believing women are dying to rip their panties off for this man, if you see what I'm getting at. (that's subtle for, "t-pain is unattractive.") Which in a way, makes me even more impressed that he has been able to make such a successful living by singing songs about scoring all of these shawties, if you will. This is why I feel like "chopped and screwed" is the only song based on his personal experiences. I totally believe that he has been led on by ladies aplenty who just wanted him to buy them drinks but did not want to go back to the crib to get down to business. Or he has scored grenades galore.
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And this leads me to my next thought: lyrics are important. I am a lyric slut. I must know what a singer is spewing before I can properly decide whether or not I like the song. I want lyrics that are somewhat interpretable, because I want to interpret them in a way that benefits me the most, kind of like the way in which people interpret the Bible. That is not to say that simple lyrics aren’t good too sometimes, I appreciate simplicity. However, “up in da club” and “you’re a dime” do not fall in the category of simple, they fall in the class between stupid and absurd. And when I speak critically of modern rap music, please remember, I am not referring to hip hop, which is in its own caste of awesome.

And here I am spewing my opinion, and obviously making judgments. But if you are a fan of t-pain and ridiculous rap ramblings, I’m not judging you, just the music, I’m going to assume you haven’t found anything better yet. I like to give people the benefit of the doubt.


Words poured from my fingertips like ink on black keys
Slippery promises of a love
Held tightly.
Laced and bound to fingers and feet.
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"It has been said that we need just three things in life: Something to do, something to look forward to, and someone to love."