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Wednesday, November 10th, 2004
11:13 pm	I wish I could make you understand. Sometimes I speak, and I listen to your rebuttle, your opinion... and while it applies to a broad creature, it's irrelevant to this one. I'm one very intricate nucleus of humility carefully stiched in confidence... the definition of every image embedded in my mind is far more dissected than what you see. Erase everything you know... and visualize my embryo. I was named before I was born... I was referred to by my name, long before I left the womb. Moises... the Spanish translation for Moses, the Biblical figure who parted the Red Sea. The implication of greatness was present then; it became a mantra that has stalked my existence from thereon. Everyone, amazed at the charisma of the three year old, making conversation with his grandfather's clients at the jewelry repair shop in the garage. Teacher's fed the ego, basically guaranteed some sort of success... one that has never been thoroughly defined. My biggest question is, who's happiness was i meant to obtain. For some reason, something in my heart tells me that the path to my own happiness is hidden amidst the happiness of a mass... some sort of grander purpose i suppose. And while it sounds ambitious and sometimes farfetched, I think myself to be chosen for such a task, one that someone with half my ability would never dare understand. The gravity with which I speak and write has never been measured by someone who truly loves me. Ironically enough, the people whose love I enjoy, unconditionally, have never felt the texture of my literature. On the contrary, these people, fully cognicent of the hand i have been dealt, would say I am simple, in my unique manner. It would be safe to say that I am a blur... in the uncertain and indefinite state I am in now. Someone with such volatility, such passion, however, is never too far from revolution. Just a sampling of the random queries in my head... Yours Truly... The Unequivocal Paradox (Comment on this)
Tuesday, November 9th, 2004
10:49 pm	My back is sore... ...there was this pulsating rhythm created by your vulnerable moans and the physical reaction of your womanhood as I plunged deeper inside. It was so incredibly intense. To sit here and try and describe it with mere words is a task I've deemed impossible. I was so amazed by your overwhelmed reactions and yet, the irresistably sexy manner with which you had me give you precisely what your body wanted. I know what your concerns are, and in some ways, they are similar to mine. Just go with it... I'm feelin' you right now. It's more than what it was intended to be, that's true... but, it was far from ordinary... and I don't judge the incredible satisfaction you proclaimed... only humbly accept it and am glad you and I are on the same page. That's about all I can say right now... the rest I'll whisper to you next time... One (Comment on this)
Friday, November 5th, 2004
7:03 pm	Picture, if you will, feeling completely overwhelmed by your own failures. There is no reason, no validity to anything other than your own grey world where you've crawled under. There seems to be no life, no excitement, and even when you unleash your frustrations in lustful escapades with gorgeous women... the satisfaction is merely momentary... and only minutes after having satisfied her and yourself, reality grips your throat once more, and squeezes every ounce of life out of you, slowly and painfully. There's no where to turn, no escape dense enough to absorb everything I have inside. There is no palm on the back of my head, carressing my mind in a manner that makes me calm my worries. And once this cancer floods my veins, time becomes the only gap between my own destructiveness and ignorant serenity. There are so many things wrestling for my focus, my attention... in my own mind. There seems to be no positivity. Everything, from en election that has left me searching for some sort of understanding of how deeply ignorant this country has become... to being verbally demoralized worse than any other time in my life. I tried to be angry and rebellious, but, there was no hiding the reality in the words that were aimed my way. They left an impressionable dent on my morale, which was already weakened by everyday life itself. There was no escaping that... no rebuttles, no defiance... just a weak shell of a man facing reality. And while I always felt invincible and able to put the weight of the world on my shoulders, I tore open and allowed a tear to surface and roll down my face... one tear, before I bit down so hard... angry at how I put myself in this position. Idealistically, everything that was said to me didn't matter. In eutopia, I could have slapped those words down to the ground... but, this world I live in had just recently reminded me that, in spite of ideals and a mental level "that is hard to find," the world is very simple in its search and it's judgements. There is no place to turn. There is no warmth to bury my face in... no shelter, no support. Ironically enough, in the presence of a shoulder, I am silent... I say nothing. In fact, I'm conscious that this entire entry, this incredible vent of such a plethora of pain will catch a few off guard. It's so amazingly difficult for me to confide in anyone with wounds so deep that it has crippled every action, every word, and every stare. And the times I dialed, the times I felt so immersed that I couldn't go anymore, the irony became greater, as rings were only followed by more rings. And every time I turn like that, and walk into walls, my skin rips apart, and grows back in a dryer, rougher way. The layers are becoming so hard to break through. I cried myself to sleep most of this past week. Angry more with myself than anyone for allowing everything that has gone down to do so. Every frustration is rooted within... and he who knows me knows I am my harshest critic. I feel so immature about my silence with certain people, and yet, I can't find it in me to interact with people that have placed us in the hands of ignorance. I feel like punching walls... like getting away from everything just for a day or two, and not thinking about any of it, not letting this pressure consume me, because this Superman is very human... And the place I want most to be... I can't even find the strength to say. My pride will not allow me to take that step... regardless. I wanted to hear it... and until that happens, I can't walk towards this place. Althought I've memorized every cliche, about not letting things get to me and about priorities and self reliance... I can only apply it to the serious stare that resides on this tired face... these cold eyes. I've thought about that night with Prowess... I've heard the words of a stranger destroy every ounce of confidence it has taken me so long to build... I hate knowing I was that fragile... I struggle to pick up the pieces. I feel cold as fuck... withering with an insincere grin disguising the torment. In fact, I couldn't even lay in bed before letting all of this spill from my mind onto this fucking journal... but now, it seems that I need just that... just to lay and close my eyes. One (Comment on this)
Sunday, October 31st, 2004
12:43 pm	"The Poverty of Philosophy" "Most of my Latino and Black people who are struggling to get food, clothes, and shelter in the hood, are so concerned with that, that philosophizing about freedom and socialist democracy is usually, unfortunately, beyond their rationale. They don't realize that America can't exist without separating them from their identity, because if we had some sense of who we really are, there's no way in hell that we would allow this country to push its genocidal consensus on our homelands. This ignorance exists, but, it can be destroyed. Niggaz talk about change, and working within the system to achieve that. The problem with always being a comformist is that when you try and change the system from within, it's not YOU who changes the system... it's the SYSTEM that will eventually change YOU. There is usually nothing wrong with compromise in a situation, but compromising yourself in a situation is another story completely... and I have seen this happen long enough, in the few years that I've been alive, to know that it's a serious problem. "Latino-America" is a huge colony of countries whose presidents are cowards in the face of economic imperialism. You see, third world countries are rich places... abundant in resources. And many of these countries have the capacity to feed their starving people and the children we always see digging for food in the trash on commercials. But, beautocracies, in other words, governments run by the rich, such as this one and traditionally opressive European states force the third world into buying overpriced, unneccessary goods while exploiting huge portions of their natural resources. I'm quite sure that people will look upon my attitude and sentiments and look for hypocricy and hatred in my words. My revolution is more than a love for my people... not hatred for others. You see, most of Latinos are here because of the great inflations that was caused by American companies in Latin America. Aside from that, many are seeking a life away from the public democracies that were funded by the United States..." The preceeding is only an exerpt from an exceptional speech titled THE POVERTY OF PHILOSOPHY. What Immortal Technique goes on to say is proof of his amazing intellect and creativity. And if you want to hear a beautiful song with an amazing message, download "You Never Know" byt the same artist... simply amazing. (Comment on this)
12:14 pm	For some time, from several random and respected sources, I'd been told of this artist... "Immortal Technique" who was incredible. Now, I love the underground, but a lot of the time, the cestpool of artists who claim to be "underground" and "real" have no concept of reality, and their perception is a vague confusion respected only for their seemingly undecipherable vocabulary. So, when anyone mentions to me someone from the underground, I listen, but my expectations are never too high. I'd been trying to download some of this cat's music, with no success. Today, awakened early to eat breakfast with my family, I decided to make a greater effort to find some of these songs. The first, and supposed most famous is called "Dance With The Devil." And so it goes... The best way to sum it up is, Immortal Technique's music is the rawest form of substance. It is not watered down a bit... it is everything that needs to be said and heard, as well as hard to swallow. This is an artist who's intellect rivals anyone I've ever heard speak. Someone who doesn't just spit issues but dissects them and tells you the who, what, where, when, and why. This is an artsit whom has so much of that quick wit neccessary to destroy any and all who oppose him in a freestyle. He is plain scary... and on his "THe Poverty of Philosophy", he left me with goosebumps. So, while I hate to be redundany when urging people to listen to certain music. I'm not going to go any further... I'll just put it this way... In the future, there will be a visible difference between those whom have heard IMMORTAL TECHNIQUE spit, and those who haven't... and those who don't afford themselves the opportunity will be missing out on one of the most prolific revolutionaries in modern day. ONE (Comment on this)
Thursday, October 28th, 2004
11:13 pm	There is this constant push and pull... and it's unlike anything I've felt before. I've had so many thoughts, ideas, and just random shit I've wanted to divulge, and yet, I can't seem to be able to correctly express anything in a manner suited for this forum. I've done some excessive thinking the past week, amidst incredibly unbelievable sleepless nights. I've taken it upon myself to shake thing up a little. I guess, in a way, I've confided... and while I love to give and share of myself, part of me makes it seem as if the more is known, the less of an edge I have on everyone. I love having that aura of mysteriousness, and while I always give enough to satisfy cravings... there's always something left, something worth wondering about. I don't know... I guess that's why most of the recent entries haven't been that substancial. There's something burning inside... and it's about to be unleashed. (Comment on this)
Tuesday, October 26th, 2004
6:27 pm	HOT FUCKING DAMN!!! OK, IF ANYONE EVER LISTENED TO ANYTHING I EVER SAID... GO TO WWW.LAUNCH.COM CLICK TO WATCH EMINEM'S NEW VIDEO "mosh" LISTEN TO THE LYRICS AND WATCH THE ANIMATED FILM IM SO FUCKING PROUD... THAT WAS SO FUCKING NECCESSARY CHECK THAT SHIT OUT AMERICA!!! FUCK GEORGE BUSH... (Comment on this)
Monday, October 25th, 2004
7:41 pm	Prowess is overrated. I sought substance, but found only a replica of something so fake... dwelling in the footprints of something larger than she'll ever be. That's about as much as I can say, because after hearing blasphemous expressions so authentic-sounding... I must admit, it was the sweetest lie I was ever told. My instinct told me she was nothing but a mere pretender, and hope blinded such instinct. On to more important things... I've been struggling with accepting something very personal. Conceding to such a belief is difficult to me, because surely it raises eyebrows. Nevertheless, the truth is undeniable, and while I hate to admit something that has no purpose other than historical... it should be said, to myself, in writing... as my way of accepting it. Approximately a week ago, I felt that the atmosphere had calmed enough to where I could approach Jaime once again. Note this... I have NEVER in my life been able to maintain any sort of relationship with any girl I've been with... and this is something I had wanted to overcome, and with someone that means as much to me as her, the effort had to be made eventually, in spite of every word, every hostility, and every bit of resentment and frustration that existed. Let me say, I never took a longer breath than when the initial reacquaintance started to flow. When two people are on the same page, as we are, it's damn near undeniable, and we had one long conversation that truly made me feel that there is hope for us to stay close... Here is the confession though... Inside, I know that after all is said and done, my intentions are solely to re-establish our closeness, as friends, and nothing more. However, upon engaging in conversation with Squinty, I quickly realized what it is that made me fall in love with her. It's nothing she does... nothing she intends to evoke. I just love HER, for everything that she is, and everything that she isn't. She's as flawed as I am in her instability, indecisiveness, and insecurity... and yet, she is as close to everything I've ever wanted than anyone I've ever met. All across the spectrum, she's willing to engage, interact, understand... and it's rather frustrating to have come so close to finding everything you've wanted, and had such faith, and know deep inside that a line has been drawn. I don't believe either of us is capable. I don't believe it has even crossed one another's mind... but what did hit me is how easy it is to fall in love with her. There's more to write... but the effect of the Hennessy has expired. One (Comment on this)
6:23 pm	When certain things surface... it breeds that awkwardness that has replaced relativity. It's rather strange to take a step back, when you knew that times before, you knew precisely what was on the other's mind... and now, you're left to hold back, rather than assert such instinct. Because pride will force either soul to deny even the slightest grain of something resembling the past. It's like being blindfolded... and searching with your hands, feeling your way around... and while you've dwelled there before, this grand chamber has been remodeled, and I think that while laughter and authenticity are intentional... we're still learning just how much reach is still there. How much is left, and how much has been replaced by a weary effort to avoid involving those elements... passion, desire, admiration... and that inevitable craving. Those are natural elements for people like ourselves... but the method in which they apply to us is very different now... I for one, have a slightly good idea what's to be had... and what isn't. There are, indeed, limits. But such an indefinite and mercurial man's thoughts can be tempted by divinity. One... (Comment on this)
Saturday, October 23rd, 2004
1:24 am	Part of me wants to lash out, and the other half is far too defeated to say shit. My mind screams out words such as blasphemy and curses my stupidity for believing something destined to yield nothing more than a solid wound to my soul... This one is on me. I knew exactly what risk I took and trusted, and got what I rightfully deserved. Point taken, pride swallowed... that's it. Right now, I have nothing more to say. Peace (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, October 15th, 2004
8:46 pm	Frustration, at this level, is silent. When something of such gravity has such a grip on your life and the decisions you make, sometimes, it's best to not give it thought... because doing so, knowing that you are but a pawn to the game, with no control over your destiny... it provides such a helpless feeling. And so, you try and do your best daily, to just go as you can, knowing that you're a phone call away from your life doing a 180 degree turn once more, and your plans crumbling in the corrupt hands of a government whose promises have dissolved into thin air. But this ignorance, that keeps me sane, is hard to maintain, especially with drill this weekend. We're filling out mobilization packets once more, in preparation, for deployment. I got lucky last time, firstly, because we were spared a trip to the Middle East and, instead, were blessed with a stay in Jacksonville... where I made good money, got a chance to truly rediscover a lot about myself, and while the end was rather ugly, I fell in love with someone whom at the moment revitalized the romantic... We were also lucky because we were together... Z, Harold, Manny... all of us were together and it's imperative that if you are put in such a situation, it's done with the people you trust. Here we are again, however... with not as much luck. A visit to Iraq or Afghanistan is a lot more probable this time around. And, the worse of it is, that we're being plucked to fill slots... going to fight alongside people we've probably never met. The frustrations is so intense that I just keep quiet. I haven't told my parents, simply to avoid my mother's health from deteriorating. She's been feeling so good lately, and to have her live with the same stress I'm in, cringing every time my cell phone rings, is something I'm not willing to put on her. I'd rather have it play out swiftly. We've been told to have our bags packed so that, if we're selected, we're prepared to go in roughly two days. 48 hours to leave my job, freeze accounts, make preparations for being away from anything familiar to me for another year. I'm not going to sit and tell you that while I signed enlistment papers, I never imagined this happening. I hoped it wouldn't, but knew full well that it is what the duty is all about. I didn't, however, envision being sought out like this... with strangers, to fight a war with no principle, one whose truer purpose is in the mind of a President whom is the furthest thing from trustworthy. I never imagined that twice in two years I would have to leave my civilian life in pursuit of confusion and lies in a land far away. What stings more is that it's been two very crucial points in my life, where I've seen light at the end of the tunnel, and my goals were slowly coming to fruition. Now, all of that is frozen... again. And my faith, the prayers, all are mangled in this mess of a mind. But, that's a whole other entry. Right now, I just feel so insignificant... and I trace things back to how I got here in the first place, looking for a better life, only to find that the country once sought as a beacon for freedom and moral perspective has decayed into a governemnt full of shit. I pray nightly that Bush loses his bid for re-election. My anger with this government has reached its peak... and I just don't know what's going to happen... but it sure as hell doesn't look good. (Comment on this)
6:19 pm	It's a CANE thing, you wouldn't understand... (Comment on this)
Wednesday, October 13th, 2004
8:04 pm	MOS DEF - THE NEW DANGER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yo... hands down, the album of the year was just released yesterday. While I had read that it was going to be pushed back to October 19th, it was only a strategy to defeat bootlegging! Mos Def's long-awaited sophomore album has dropped, and far exceeds even the strictest Mos Def fan's expectations. I tell you, even if you're not into hip-hop, you have to own this album. Mos is one of the most talented artists around this day. His meticulously sculpted works of art have left me, a music lover, owner of 400+ CDs, gasping for breath after rockin' out so hard. I swear this is EASILY amongst the 5 best CD's I own, and anyone that has seen my collection can attest that I have a solid collection. Mos dares to glide across the musical spectrum with a confidence and consciousness unforessen in this day in age. He stimulates the hip-hop heads while still satisfying so many other genres in this album. You'll hear hard rock, classical blues melodies infused with hip-hop percussion (thanks to up and coming producer, MINNESOTA, who produced about 65% of the album), you'll be witness to Mos cleverly asserting his surprisingly diverse musical strngth by using melodic vocals in several tracks. There isn't enough I could say but, go see for yourself. Pay the $9.99 @ BEST BUY or wherever you buy your CDs. Like I said, hands down, one of the most amazing CDs I've ever heard. (Comment on this)
Friday, October 8th, 2004
11:18 pm	Let us be honest about this... people like me don't let things slip away. I can be passive when things are trivial... but I don't let anything slip through the cracks. And my perspective is shaped in such a manner... holding every grain of sand, every word, and every sensual occurence to the light, so that the final image... the prevailing thought is multi-faceted. There have been several times that I have held my finger on the trigger... knowing that having absorbed every such sensation, I could very easily shed some light on things that remain dug beneath my hardened skin. I could make blasphemous people out of such convincing poets. And when that thought creeps into my mind, such sinister methods of dissection... I just question my own motives. I see bitterness, and so, having realized that, I put it back down, deep in my soul, rather than throw it away, because as I said previously, I hold on to everything. I held on to those words... every one of them, including the very last, that are forever engraved as proof of such wicked deception. But, I realize more than ever, that misery loves company. And since those days, I have been miserable inside. Regardless of what I wrote and said to myself, and the occassional streaks of strength... I was sucked beneath the ground. Back came the shell, the shyness... the awkwardness and surreal inability to be comfortable and interact. Everyone with a desire to get close was conspicuous to me... and wearyness governed with an iron fist. The more I learn though, the more I realize that I was spared. I was, indeed, spared from misjudgement. One of the things I treasure the most in this world is authenticity and sincerity... and those characteristics, so invaluable to me, where substituted to a man blinded by impurity. My greatest love will come from within. I've held close to me every reason why I should raise the notch... and for some unexplicable reason... when the time came, I froze... over and over again. I can't seem to put it down... because amidst the deception is the bright-eyed optimist that fell in love with a mirage. And just as much as I hold on to those negatives... the best moments left a lasting impression. It was like eating cotton candy... so sweet and addictive, but lacking any nourishment... never feeling a sense of fullness. Honestly, I'll admit that I pray at nights, right before my eyes close, that it all works. I wish the feelings I endured on nobody. So, when there's pain in your heart, there's pain in mine as well, because above all else, you've made me able to relate. I'll say this... this "cotton-candy" has left a thirst for something more. The tighter I seal up the inside, the hotter the flame burns... and I grow once more, from the inside out. When the dust cleared... I found myself doing the things I tried to do verbally, but never commited to. Abstenance has overwhelmed alcohol, amongst other things... not that I never wanted to do it again, but I need to go some time without it, so as to regain control. The ability to be able to pick up the phone and fulfill my sexual urges tempted me relentlessly... gaining control over the person that I've always been... and while those "options," "abilities," or whatever you may call it, still exist... I have allowed the man to grasp the wheel. As I once said... with so much on the table, I'm at a premium. So, all in all... things lost have resulted in some gain. In some ways I'm stronger, in others, well, my wounds are still healing. But, in holding on to all those things... I know someone has been fed bullshit... and whomever it was, it's all good in the end. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, October 6th, 2004
11:23 pm	REALITY CHECK Two days ago, he was living a normal life. Today, he's on a plane out of here... ready to be sent to either Afghanistan or Iraq. One of the guys from our unit was selected at random to fill open slots in another unit a couple of days ago, and I mean... a couple (2). Our unit is officially a donor unit, meaning that more of these random activations will be happening to several others in our unit (possibly myself). Upon receiving the news, a cold rush went up my spine and my demeanor changed. Things had gotten rather normal... and now, a harsh reality check. Z's words to me exactly... "Keep your bags packed... they only gave him two days to pack his shit and say his goodbyes." If you all don't hear from me for a couple of weeks... I guess you know where I'll be... Moises (Comment on this)
Tuesday, October 5th, 2004
11:06 pm	I ask myself, for no reason other than my curiousity, if I would... and while I feverishly deny ever being capable of such... I grasped a moment from then, and the vivid way it struck me left me wondering if I could be reasonable amidst such possiblity, rather than romantic. Just a thought I had... Oh, and I'm not sure you'll hit this up (which is precisely why I saved it for here rather than swell your ego), but, damn Lis... what you sent... made me think... I'd do some things to you.... LOL. Peace, MO (Comment on this)
Sunday, October 3rd, 2004
3:05 pm	Nonpoint - Past It All This is getting old... the way that you speak to me. Never could decide how you wanted us to be. I never know when you're speaking sincerely. Why won't you show your intentions towards me? Past all the time we wasted, I saw the end. This wasn't what you said it would be when I... Heard the words , and they began... past it all. This wasn't what you said it would be when I got there. Why does it always have to be your way... your way? I tried your way before, don't wanna try it anymore. Why can't you let me do this my way... my way? I'm tired of the ends. The means are all pretend. Past all the time we wasted, I saw the end. This wasn't what you said it would be when I... Heard the words , and they began... past it all. This wasn't what you said it would be when I got there. Oh no... they didn't even recognize me... when I got there! Past all the time we wasted, I saw the end. This wasn't what you said it would be when I... Heard the words , and they began... past it all. This wasn't what you said it would be when I.... got there. Nonpoint is a local (Ft. Lauderdale) band with about 2 albums under their belt (as far as I know). They have a great lead singer and their music is tight. Their new album, RECOIL, is really good and has some great songs like "The Truth", "Past It All", and a great remake of Phil Collins' "In The Air Tonight". Check it out people... MO (Comment on this)
Monday, September 27th, 2004
1:43 am	What do you do when everything you feel like doing goes against everything you know you shoudn't. Resounding in my mind are echoes of failure, because no matter how many explanations are given to me, I can't resist being my biggest critic... claiming that I should have the ability to control even those things that aren't supposed to be within my grasp. I'm engulfed by such a massive mirage... forgetting more often nowadays, what is real, and what isn't. What's real... as sharp as a blade, is a scary resemblance to so many failed attempts in my past; Seeing every grain of sand that was given to me as reasons and excuses... and having to stand and watch those very grains swallowed in the next, so sudden, affair. I wonder, sometimes, if not feeling any ounce of happiness for it makes me cold. I wonder if that means that in essence, I never did, or have loved anyone in my life. Is it selfish to have such a profound concern for my ego? Well, I happen to think that if it is referred to as that three letter word, then yes, it is. But it's more than just an ego. And it's much more than grains of sand... and sudden exceptions to everything I was fed. There was a time where I could smile about it... where I respected the fact that the stars, for whatever reason, did not align. But, that was back when actions carried much less consequence, and the word love had much less weight. Truth is, I hate being lied to... and that's how I feel. I've been treated pretty shitty throughout my life, but the words and actions that have been imposed don't hurt as much as the prevailing thought that I have to be lied to. Everyday brings this immense struggle that I have to find a way to contain. It pours out nowhere, but here... and it's killing me inside. Everyday is a new promise... and as the sunset fades, those promises become broken. Nobody has lied to me more than I have. Looking back on every failure, I can't say that everything was left out there... that I have exhausted every measure to avoid the obstacles that are defined as such in the present. When you've been knocked so hard to the ground... so defeated... you so often hesitate in an effort to gather yourself immediately and reassert yourself. Problem is that, you can't stand on crippled legs. Great men realize the importance of hard work... the phases of achieving your goals. Crawling, walking, running... no matter how humiliating. You have to be willing to break down to the lowest... and crawl your way back, reestablishing fundamentals and filling the large gaps created by complacency. Everytime I see or think of you, I feel a swift brick crashing against my ribs. I see me falling to my knees. I hear laughter around me. Everything I've done until now, regardless of how it seems, has kept me on my knees. And I think it's time I got up. (Comment on this)
Sunday, September 26th, 2004
11:35 pm	Offseason... wait, scratch that... YEAR FROM HELL!! What do you do? Tell me... what do you do? Everyone except the people in control seem to have the answers. Let's REvisit this, piece by piece... - Junior Seau is criticized for making a comment considered to be anti-gay. - Randy McMichael arrested for domestic abuse... (charges were later dropped). - Dan Marino resigns as Vice President of Football Operations. - Leading pass rusher (in terms of sacks), Adewale Ogunleye holds out until eventually being traded to the Bears. - The Dolphins trade a 2nd Round Pick for a 3rd string QB with only 13 starts in his entire career. - Five, count 'em, 5 NEW offensive linemen. - Ricky "Pothead" Williams quits the day before training camp. - As of today... Tim Bowens is injured... Larry Chester and David Boston are out for the year... Travis Minor gets hurt. His backup Sammy Morris gets hurt. We trade a 3rd round pick for another 3rd stringer... and his ass gets hurt. We're down to Leonard Henry at RB. - AJ Feeley is getting knocked around like a sack of potatoes. Oh yeah, and when he does have time, he's thrown 5 INT's in 2 and a half games. - We're 0-3 for the first time since 1969! Die-hards beware... we're in for a loooooooooooong year. (Comment on this)
Friday, September 24th, 2004
3:06 pm	Last night, I had the pleasure of going to the Usher concert, with Kanye West and Christina Milian serving as the opening acts. Now, anyone who knows me knows I really wasn't feeling Usher's last album. It has some good songs, but overall, it was dissapointing. I have to hand it to him though, he puts on a show for his audience (composed of teenage girls and under-sexed milfs, lol). Good performance. Kanye was the reason I went, and as was the case last time, he did not dissapoint. His raw energy gets the adrenaline flowing through me... especially when he performed my two favorites ("Jesus Walks" & "Spaceship"). I get goosebumps, being able to relate to both. Thank you so much Candice for lending me the opportunity to go with you, greatly appreciated. And, well, as for Christina Milian... you've seen the video, she's just plain hot. Other news... Mos Def's "THE NEW DANGER has been pushed back a week to 10.19.04. He performed on Letterman last night though. His first two single are "Sex, Love, & MOney" and "Ghetto Rock". Please support his album in an effort to restore some of hip-hop's credibility. Furthermore, as scheduled, Kweli's joint drops THIS TUESDAY. DO YOURSELF A FAVOR and indulge. He's getting 4 and five stars with every review. Treat yourself to good music!! I guess that's all for now... gotta get ready, JEANNE's coming over to play. (Comment on this)