Deal Breaker pt 1: A Shortened Forever

Damn subtlety

So i was watching this show the other day on one of them educational type channels bout the “Science of the Brain”.  This particular episode was bout people who come back w/ crazy obsessions after having some type of serious brain trauma.  One dude had a stroke, gave up his good paying chiropractor practice and couldn’t stop painting.  Not the coolest, but bet.  Another dude was a surgeon or something, had a stroke or something, and then couldn’t stop counting or something.  The paycheck wasn’t quite the same afterwards, but cool.  But then there was this one lady…

Friendship is Essential to the Soul…

…or to the career at least!

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written by Big Nate from Da Bluff

In this world where people often piss on the people that help them get on and shit on those who didn’t there are a few people in the entertainment business who are stepping outside the realm of fakeness and keeping it 100 with their original road dog. See, today’s world has become the type of world that rewards people for not riding w/ those who got helped get them there. I often wonder how many people told some of these new age lame rappers they shit tight. Case in point Gucci Mane and OJ Da Juice Man,

These Are My Confessions….

As of late, I have been doing a lot of writing and recording for my new EP called FreshLove ( I was going to call it, FreshSex, but I didnt have a good reply prepared for when Momma Fresh asks me ..WHAT WOULD JESUS THINK ABOUT THAT!?)…But as I was writing and listening to some old tracks ….I stumbled on a very personal one …AND I WAS EXCITED!! Man, it was the very 1st song that I ever recorded!!!…

“Stretching Moments”: Marketing Genius Taught by Rosa Acosta

Black contortionists, huh? First the sniper, now this. I hate affirmative action.

I was choppin it up w/ my good brethren the other day about the wonder of Rosa Acosta.  (Yeah, her again.)  He was initially sending appreciation my way for introducing him to Roseyboo (Miss Acosta to him), but then expressed a slight concern that her digital presence in his life may slowly chip away at his happy home 3.5 minute clips at a time.  After entertaining the idea of teaching womens in our lives to “yoga that thang”

Cigarettes: “Breathe On It” Edition

Consider this another installment of the well received “We Should All Be Like Cigarettes” write-up.  You know, what we would say if we were all a little more honest with ourselves.  I just have a little more of a binding topic this time.

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"Did I fa real have to take that last shot?" What's crazy is, she was the designated driver.

Thoughts of a G…..

 

Now I was late to the office today..therefore I was going to wait to slap my FreshThoughts up in the air for the world to smell…Soooo…as I crept in my lil seat and went through my routine..You know…Check the email..Delete the 23 Facebook event invites that I received in my email…Check the bank acct balance to see if I can cop the new cardigan at Urban Outfitters…Read and reply to a debate with Piph and B.Dot about how Gucci Mane has one of the best flows in the game right (in which I lost)

I’m Not Sayin’..I’m Just Sayin’!

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written by Alia, “singer, part-time model, and poet; author of “Shiri: Song of my Soul,” Little Rock’s sexiest bartender and social commentator with swag.”

“I’M NOT SAYIN’…I’M JUST SAYIN!”

Color me chagrinned. No, honestly…CHA-GRINNED! I have done some serious thinking in the past few years that it has taken me to morph into the woman that I want to be. The sad part is that the men aren’t morphing as fast.

The Morning After: 5 Indications That You May Be Giving It Up Too Quick

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written by Jarrod Woodley

As the great Poet Dre 3000 once wrote (edited for the children that shouldn’t be reading this anyway).

(Dre 3000):

The morning after…

(girl):

what time is it? 7:48! where where are my where where where are my panties?
oh my god where are my panties?…
damn where…
i don’t…,
he gon think im a ho…
fu(k that i liked it,…
i was drunk and it was my birthday anyway…
maybe i should just lay here and let him touch my booty…
mmmmm but he dont even know my name…

Sex and R&B is Overrated….

 

 

When I was growing up there was always two things that I was scared of….

1. Drive- By

Yup, where I grew up…there was always some dusty niggaz in blue aka Crips that would roam around the hood..trying to peep who they could use as target practice….Very fun game until you realized that there was no reset button in those games and watching your friends get their clothes cut off wasnt the ideal convo that you would like to have with your parents at supper. ( Dont act like you dont know nothing about “supper”)

2. Sex

You’s Been a Jump Around the Pulpit Faced Nye**a

Ok, so I have no proof that Tom jumped on couches before Scientology, but ask his momma. Besides "Risky Business" dance moves were just foreshadowing for "Tropic Thunder". Will's next.

I’ma people observer who tends to go to church regularly.   This is not always a successful combination as I’m sposed to enter a Zen Bhuddist like state b/t my superior and I.  As a result, we compromise and I just peep folks during songs I don’t enjoy, announcements, repetitive sermons, or when the guest pastor does some extreme scream/yelp/Fat Joe lean back type thing in his crunk and closing parts.