Even Though What We Do Is Wrong…..

Be careful what you wish for. You might just get what you wanted and a whole lot more that comes with it.
I wished for Jay Z and the ROC to perform “What We Do” live on stage just one more time. After pieces of the ROC disbanned and they went their own separate ways, one of my favorite all time songs “What We Do” would seem to never be performed again live. And what happened, Jay reunited the ROC at his B-Sides concert, and they performed the song one more time, live, in person.
I wished for one more Janet Jackson album and maybe a world tour. Especially after her embarrassment of a tour, the last one she put on where she only sang half songs and didn’t even do any choreography, she needed to leave her fans with a really good, positive final memory. What happens? Janet Jackson announces a new album and a world tour for her loyal fans.
I once wished that I could just retire, travel the world and watch Jay Z shows live all over the world. Well, after his B-Sides concert in New York for Tidal, not anymore. I’m wishing for something bigger.

If I Can Make It There, I’ll Make It Anywhere…..

I broke my pen from my most favorite hotel in New York City, the Roger Williams hotel. I broke it because a prospective supplier was pissing me off, and I have no one to blame but myself. It’s been my favorite hotel in NY because it’s in a great location, the staff and service was excellent, they have a great bar, and some rooms have a patio that overlooks the Empire State Building. What more could you ask for? Sure, it’s a bit pricey, but you typically get what you pay for in a city like NYC. I guess I’ll just have to go back to New York and stay there and get a new pen again.

Like a Fine Wine, Aged Over the Years…..

Over my some odd years on this planet, I’ve acquired some tastes in my old age. Cigars, well… I’ve always had a taste for cigars. Now these days, I have a discerning taste for Cuban cigars. Something I have truly developed a taste for though, is Scotch. I couldn’t touch scotch in my early years, but now I’ve got a really growing taste for Scotch. Sure, it’s tough learning all the ins and outs, and it’s certainly not a cheap alcohol to be getting into the good stuff with, but that’s what Duty Free and International travelling is for!
One of the weirdest things that I’ve developed a taste for: Yogurt! Right? As a kid, I couldn’t stand the smell of yogurt. I just couldn’t take the smell nor the texture. I would actually dry heave around yogurt, even sometimes frozen yogurt! I guess maybe it is the recipes changing over the years, maybe it is just my taste buds growing old, maybe it’s all the trips to Turkey I’ve been taking. I’ve definitely been taking a liking to Danone yogurt though. Weird, right?

I Want That Red Velvet, I Want That Sugar Sweet…..

Close your eyes for ten seconds. Clear your mind. Forget everything that is happening in the world RIGHT NOW. Let your mind go to mush. Forget about your day, forget about whatever might be stressing you, forget where you are right now.
Now watch this, and even if for just the sheer joy of happiness on these people’s faces, remember that there is still good in the world.
Song of the Day: Sugar – Maroon 5
Good guy, Adam Levine.

Pretty Pretty Please, Don’t You Ever Ever Feel, Like You’re Less Than, Less Than Perfect…..

Song of the Day: Perfect – Pink
Made a wrong turn
Once or twice
Dug my way out
Blood and fire

Bad decisions
That’s alright
Welcome to my
Silly life

Mistreated, Misplaced, Misunderstood
Miss no way it is all good, it didn’t slow me down
Mistaken, always second guessing
Underestimated, look I’m still around

Pretty, pretty please
Don’t you ever, ever feel
Like you’re less than
Fuckin’ perfect

Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like you’re nothing
You are perfect to me

You’re so mean
When you talk
About yourself
You are wrong

Change the voices
In your head
Make them like you

So complicated, look how big you’ll make it
Filled with so much hatred, such a tired game
It’s enough, I’ve done all I can think of
Chased down all my demons, see you do the same

Pretty, pretty please
Don’t you ever ever feel
Like you’re less than
Fucking perfect

Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever fell
Like you’re nothing
You are perfect to me

The whole world stares while I swallow my fear
The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer
So cool in lying and we tried, tried, tried
But we tried to hard, it’s a waste of my time

Done looking for the critics, ’cause they’re everywhere
They don’t like my jeans, they don’t get my hair
Strange ourselves and we do it all the time
Why do we do that? Why do I do that? Why do I do that?

Ooh, pretty, pretty, pretty
Pretty, pretty please
Don’t you ever, ever feel
Like you’re less than
Fucking perfect

Pretty, pretty please
If you ever ever feel
Like you’re nothing
You’re fucking perfect
To me