Thursday, November 30, 2006

I was all set to sit down and write this morning, and I made the mistake of checking my voicemail, and it had a foul message from someone. In my distant and recent past, I made the grave mistake of messing with someone who is unstable to say the least. Did I know she was unstable when I first talked to her? No. Did I know she was unstable when I continued to deal with her? Yes. But on some level I continued to interact(read: have sex) with her every now and then, because at times it was just convenient sex. Of course I should have known that anything that appears as convenient as that did will come back to haunt you like Nicole and Ron probably do OJ in his dreams. So as a result of me not using good judgement, every now and then I have to pay for it by hearing the types of messages I heard this morning, and it sucks. And, just to be clear, I will NOT address this shit if you email or call me asking me what happened. Just this once, just let it ride pretty please, and welcome to the dark side of Rashad.

Moving on..my boy Brandon has a reggae happy hour/party on Wed nights, and I begrudingly decided to attend yesterday. I was dead tired, and I almost just went home, but I was convinced at the last minute to go, and it really wasn't bad. I am not a reggae fan AT ALL. I liked in back in college here and there, but that was mostly because the women who danced to it were so racy and provocative, and I thought that any music that provoked these types of movements was alright by me. But the fact remained that I had no idea what the hell was being said in the songs. Last night someone broke it down for me, and explained that there is traditional reggae(Bob Marley, Gregory Issacs, Peter Tosh) and I actually like that kind. I can understand what they are saying, and the message is pretty damn good. And then there's dancehall reggae (Shabba, Buju Banton, Beenie Man), and I think this is the kind I don't dig. Again seeing the women dance does it for me, but I wouldn't buy it and play it at home. I wonder if I sound ignorant right now..hey I'm just being honest here. And I refuse to acknowledge reggaeton here in the post. I don't even know why that was created.

A few weeks back, I posted a link of Denny Green, losing his mind after his football team blew a 20 point lead. Well yesterday there was calmer, more cerebral meltdown by Michael Strahan of the New York Football Giants. Apparently, some comments he made on his radio show were taken out of context(in other words, I said them, but I'm not prepared to explain them right now), and a female reporter was getting ready to call him out on it. And here is what happened.

That's all I have today

3 comments:

hadassah444 said...

You better leave those crazy women alone! maybe its time you changed your number....

Janelle said...

Did you send her the Open Letter?? See, I told you that letter would lead to crazy behavior! LOL

Jo said...

You mean you won't tell - dang Rashad, you can share a little gossip. BTW - the bottom link was busted . . .what's up with that? I wanted to see him go off again!