Marvin Gaye- When did you stop loving me when did I stop loving you.
heard it for the first time yesterday on 88.1 and it resonated. i thought i heard all his greats, how did i miss this gem. i caught it maybe about 1/4 into it and recognized the singer and correctly identified him as the great marvin gaye. no one can sing like he does. the sad message killed me. and to know it was inspired by anna gordy. its so forlorn and nostalgic.
other songs that moved me (in no particular order)
man in the mirror
juicy
wanksta
up, up and away
i like it
ghetto cowboy
my boo
never leave me alone
as
hit em up
i wish
random shit, but legends in my own mind.
i gotta learn how to post youtube stuff on here~!
i've discovered the kawaii world of japanese smilies. ^_~
Monday, January 5, 2009
inuyasha 2004-2008
how could you do this to me cartoon net? granted they were showing the same episodes over and over again and they moved it to 5:30a.m., but i still watched it. but it's over now. it taught me so much, gave me a lot of joy. and for a person named joy, i guess it gave me me.
hate
the biproduct of fear and the parent of anger and granddad of suffering according to yoda and as we all know, yoda's second in the mediclorian count so we should take heed. if you can read through the dorkiness you know the truth is embedded.
it's takes so much effort and energy to hate so targets are picked very selectivly and spairingly.
it's takes so much effort and energy to hate so targets are picked very selectivly and spairingly.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
on writing
my friend jen's blog is awesome. she is good writer. make me feel bad about my writing. her's flows. mine's is scattered and a grammatical nightmare. she and ryan are wordsmiths. several lols which is hard to do.
chooseourownadventure.com
chooseourownadventure.com
when it hits you
there are some songs that just wormhole time portal transport me back to the 80s. i'm a kid trying to get reception of anything on the radio. it warms the heart how low tech and archaic communication and media was then. radio waves. they perfected it in the early 1900s. look at us now, 2009.
from the first few strains, nostalgia and innocence floods back to memory. i was a virgin once. a long time ago. i knew nothing but music to stimulate me. i was enraptured.
from the first few strains, nostalgia and innocence floods back to memory. i was a virgin once. a long time ago. i knew nothing but music to stimulate me. i was enraptured.
everything happens for a reason. i apologize to my one reader now (sorry kurt), the only one i've given access too, but htis blog might have to go deeper underground. writing, i need the diary of alicia keys. too bad about myspace. it was perfect. i got to inform my friends all at once. some lame chauncey had to ruin it for all of us. i should just excommunicate her. fuck the friend baramoter and west side till i die.
but fuck check it out. i jumped rope the other day. and i disturbed my kinfolk. soy un perdido. i'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me.
i'm too nice to play poker because when i do i just want to kill mutherfuckers!
you know what, i wish i could be all mainstream and asskissy, but i can't! it's just not in my makeup! people are stupid. when they are in front of me, i get mad. but am i stupid at times and should i be more tolerant. after, tolerance and acceptance is a kind gesture. i wish i was more inherently nice. i hate people. people are stupid. i fantasize about punching the really irritating ones. hell is other people. sartre was so right. i want to slap some fools. but would never for fear of reprecussions.
i'm so convoluted. spitting snake time. fuck the world! in the same breath. life is beautiful! thank you! love! i'm so grateful!
for real! i'm so blessed. but surfing the crimson tide. and drunk. and down from the gambling. where's my fucking intervention.
no one understands.
except for everyone! bipolar is hard let me tell you.
i jumped rope for the first time in what seemed like at least over a decade, and boy oh boy the cliche easy as jumping rope is full of shit. it's hard!
if life gets you down, think of what it's like to be locked in a bathroom all day. yet pru is so resillant and happy.
life, i love it, even when it's weird. what the fuck bambi make it fucking rain on me already. i gamble. not just on games of chance, but in the game of life. life is a fucking game. fuck this and fuck that. i'm super over it already and think it's stupid. i roll my eyes at it. scoff. fuck it! if you can't beat them...fuck it!!!@@!#!@#^$&*^%$^%$%^&^*&$#%@#
but fuck check it out. i jumped rope the other day. and i disturbed my kinfolk. soy un perdido. i'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me.
i'm too nice to play poker because when i do i just want to kill mutherfuckers!
you know what, i wish i could be all mainstream and asskissy, but i can't! it's just not in my makeup! people are stupid. when they are in front of me, i get mad. but am i stupid at times and should i be more tolerant. after, tolerance and acceptance is a kind gesture. i wish i was more inherently nice. i hate people. people are stupid. i fantasize about punching the really irritating ones. hell is other people. sartre was so right. i want to slap some fools. but would never for fear of reprecussions.
i'm so convoluted. spitting snake time. fuck the world! in the same breath. life is beautiful! thank you! love! i'm so grateful!
for real! i'm so blessed. but surfing the crimson tide. and drunk. and down from the gambling. where's my fucking intervention.
no one understands.
except for everyone! bipolar is hard let me tell you.
i jumped rope for the first time in what seemed like at least over a decade, and boy oh boy the cliche easy as jumping rope is full of shit. it's hard!
if life gets you down, think of what it's like to be locked in a bathroom all day. yet pru is so resillant and happy.
life, i love it, even when it's weird. what the fuck bambi make it fucking rain on me already. i gamble. not just on games of chance, but in the game of life. life is a fucking game. fuck this and fuck that. i'm super over it already and think it's stupid. i roll my eyes at it. scoff. fuck it! if you can't beat them...fuck it!!!@@!#!@#^$&*^%$^%$%^&^*&$#%@#
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