What's crackin' y'all? Something slipped by me this week. It's my bloggaversary. Two years of ridiculousness and arbitrary venom. I went back into my archives and I was literally amazed. I got a lot of good product out there.
The funny thing about a lot of the old stuff is, it's absolutely nothing like the current stuff. I haven't changed really at all, I just don't act out on the shit I used to talk about. As a matter of fact, I don't write about EVERYTHING I'm thinking anymore. I think that's the biggest thing. I still got foul thoughts and shit, but I'm not entering them shits into evidence.
I used to complain a lot about not getting ass the way I wanted to. The pursuit of ass was primary. And secondary. And tertiary. Believe me, I still love pussy. I just don't talk about it as much. The funny thing, as with most things, as soon as you stop chasin' it, people wanna give it to you. I'mma try this shit with money, yo!
I spent a lot of time complaining about my gig, which I still hate. But it could be worse. Much worse. Even as I fly down south for this interview in a couple of weeks, I get this wistful feeling about Satan's Anus and how it "de-toxed" me from being all "Mot.or City Arrogant". I think the proximity to the city without being IN the city helped me on the social end of things.
Has this shit evolved? It depends. Am I a better or a different person? Nope. I'm just reacting differently to the same stimuli. I still like to complain about shit I can't change and Quixote dem windmills. I'm still in love with porn. I still don't write like I should. I still get anxiety dealing with my parents. I'm still mad at and about hip-hop.
And I'm still writing this damn blog.