For the first time in a long time, I went outside tonight. Not saying i'm lazy or anything to those who don't know, but i'm usually on the run between jobs, gym, and social events . . . that and I'm a grown 23 year old man . . my type don't really be outside . . playing, lol.
Anyway, I walked up Muirkirk Rd tonight, and got some thinking done.
Warning: this is a random thought blog
-Because one is labeled as 'Cool' they don't have to be arrogant
-I really need a Blackberry, I have crazy thoughts/blogs and I can't remember all of them at the same time, if I had a trusty Blackberry I could have mad blogs
-Now I got to see when I'm due for an upgrade with Sprint . . I hate calling Sprint
-Do I really feel like going to Notty's tonight?
-I wonder what my better half is doing, when she get back . . more walks like these . . that'd be legit
-Where did I pick up 'legit' from?
-Charles Hamilton is the shit . . lyrics are ridiculous
-After I buy the TV, get another iPod . .
-Spoiler on the Charger, ye or nay?
-If I had a fucking Blackberry, I could put that on my twitter . .
-I don't know what twitter is . . just a victim of peer pressure and want to join it . . but I don't have a Blackberry!!!
-Maybe I should hold off on the iPod and get a Blackberry
-Ima blog about this when I get home . . I should name it somethin Blackberry, lmao!
Gone!
WC
P.s. Ima work on some new ways to end my blogs . . . WC stands for Way Cool = Me
Peep the problem
(WC)=Way Cool=Me <---Nerd
Motivation . . . Plenty Won't Understand . . It's Straight
Monday, March 23, 2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
Eureka! Somethin New!
Alright faithful fans, so we found another flaw/characteristic about ya boy . . . I hate when people close to me leave. Like that shit tears me up inside and I don't know why, but I'm happy I diagnosed this shit. This been going on since I was a kid and I never knew why I would feel the way I feel when people leave . . now that I know I can make up ways to get over it better.
My sisters would go away to school after spring break or summer vacation . . those days were hard for young Franklin. I'd cry forever . . haha, it's always one of the family memories we bring up, my crybaby ass. Dunno why, it's just one of those things that really strikes emotional chords. I hide my emotions pretty well . . my sad emotions are so hidden I forget where they are from time to time . . sad, I know. Happiness comes easy for me to show, it may be fake but it's easy to smile . . that less muscles to smile shit is true . . but sadness, seems hand and hand with weakness . . something I demanded myself to never show because of being called a crybaby back in the day. There are times I wondered if I'd ever cry again . . it's been awhile, last time i cried was back in 05 i think, that was when Uncle Kenny died (R.I.P.) . . I saw my moms crying, now Moms is one of the strongest I know, never seen Mom cry . . but at that funeral she cried and it just opened floodgates for me. I dunno if it was over my uncle passing or if it was just years of emotion finally coming out . . somethin I got to ask my man when I reach the pearly gates.
But yea . . my better half will leave for school and I'll be straight . . sad, but straight. When I was a younger and my sis' would leave . . son I couldn't go to school, lol! (shit happened once, but it was crazy, lol) . I've already gotten better at watching people leave cuz I can still function and go out but it's crazy how I feel inside. Calm on the outside, inside it's hurricane Frank, ripping emotions up. I'd never tell nobody that shit though, weird i know . .
Why did I write this? I dunno, I was looking for a mixture of finding myself and therapy. My better half left for school Sunday . . I ain't even see her Sunday before she left and we told each other we would see each other before she went back. You'd think the crybaby would DEFINITELY be out . . but I got him under control. I'm a lot better now that I wrote this . . the sun's beginning to part the stormy skies inside . . 1
Let Me Be,
Frank
My sisters would go away to school after spring break or summer vacation . . those days were hard for young Franklin. I'd cry forever . . haha, it's always one of the family memories we bring up, my crybaby ass. Dunno why, it's just one of those things that really strikes emotional chords. I hide my emotions pretty well . . my sad emotions are so hidden I forget where they are from time to time . . sad, I know. Happiness comes easy for me to show, it may be fake but it's easy to smile . . that less muscles to smile shit is true . . but sadness, seems hand and hand with weakness . . something I demanded myself to never show because of being called a crybaby back in the day. There are times I wondered if I'd ever cry again . . it's been awhile, last time i cried was back in 05 i think, that was when Uncle Kenny died (R.I.P.) . . I saw my moms crying, now Moms is one of the strongest I know, never seen Mom cry . . but at that funeral she cried and it just opened floodgates for me. I dunno if it was over my uncle passing or if it was just years of emotion finally coming out . . somethin I got to ask my man when I reach the pearly gates.
But yea . . my better half will leave for school and I'll be straight . . sad, but straight. When I was a younger and my sis' would leave . . son I couldn't go to school, lol! (shit happened once, but it was crazy, lol) . I've already gotten better at watching people leave cuz I can still function and go out but it's crazy how I feel inside. Calm on the outside, inside it's hurricane Frank, ripping emotions up. I'd never tell nobody that shit though, weird i know . .
Why did I write this? I dunno, I was looking for a mixture of finding myself and therapy. My better half left for school Sunday . . I ain't even see her Sunday before she left and we told each other we would see each other before she went back. You'd think the crybaby would DEFINITELY be out . . but I got him under control. I'm a lot better now that I wrote this . . the sun's beginning to part the stormy skies inside . . 1
Let Me Be,
Frank
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