Don't force the purchase.
*This life-ism applies to so much more than just shopping.
Food For Yo' Sole
*This life-ism applies to so much more than just shopping.
Turkey bacon was a reasonable substitute but recently I discovered beef bacon. This stuff is God sent!
Its great. Amazingly great.
If you live in Cleveland, you can get it at the Westside Market on W. 25th. I don't think I've seen it in any stores.... Either way, its worth the trip.
I was watching perhaps the worst documentary ever last night. It was about the mixtape industry and its rise. Some of the info was decent but it was poorly constructed overall.
But I digress. I'm watching, watching, watching and... *BOOM*
A very young, very New York SICKAMORE is on my laptop.
And who knew he was an artist???
Peep the still shots.
There was a package waiting by my door when I got home from work today. I like mail. So, naturally, I was excited.
I opened the box to find my shipment of study guides for the CFA exam.
The suckage continues....
I was thoroughly impressed that he brought his slippers. Very posh.
O, you're welcome on my couch anytime!
Stay tuned. You don't wanna miss what's about to happen.....
"Eat it. Its not bad. Its brownskined. Don't be colorstruck."
As I get older and my life gets more hectic, I have to specifically carve out time to spend with my family. (I'm actually posting this from my BB at my parent's loft.)
Today's plan was to go furniture shopping with my mom and stepdad. Unfortunately, Old Man Winter decided to rain (or snow) on my parade (see previous post)....but I'm no quitter. So we packed up the Rover and headed out.
I copped a couch (chocolate and wheat microfiber/leather) and 2 chairs (mint leather) for my random room for the lowski.
We then headed to the Westside Market. I have mixed emotions about that place. Its pretty cool and a good experience but I have no patience or desire to haggle over lamb chops or pineapples. Some people buy prepared food and eat it on a catwalk above the market...freaky. I did, however, discover a candy booth. Candy and caramel apples. Assorted flavors of popcorn. Various types of cookies. It was great.
I bought a cherry candy apple to split with my mom, a dark chocolate mint covered Oreo, and a mini popcorn ball.
Pictures are below.
Enjoy
Work Hard, Play Hard (feat. Revenue Rich)
Oh yeah.... Here's Rich's verse too
**This is not THE Fat Al. Just some random fat nigga named Al.
12am: Watched the ball drop in Times Square.
12:30am: laid down to go to sleep
2:12am: phone rings; I send the call to voicemail.
2:13am: phone rings; I answer.
Apparently my 86 year old great-uncle and his 76 year old wife went to a NYE party. She had been drinking. She drove. She hit a car in a gas station. That car happened to be an unmarked RTA police car. The officer gets out of his vehicle and shots her tire out. She hits another car. The real police get flagged down. She is arrested.
I have to go pick up my uncle and bail her out of jail.
She's so drunk she was throwing up, refused to get finger printed, wouldn't take her mug shot, and was passed out by the time we got to the police station.
Keep in mind that I had picked up my brand new car the day before. I don't like her and I had decided that if she threw up in my whip, I was going to put her out on the side of the road.
Luckily she didn't. I got them home safely. She reimbursed me for the bail money. I got back to my hotel room around 5am.
So much for a peaceful, rested night.
Happy new year to me.