24 is Not My Lucky Number But Thank You For Your Optimisim (InterLude)

Its been a while since I last did this. Four weeks at the very least. So excuse if I come off as a little rusty...

So wow...its twenty-ten...and everybody's talking about how this year's gonna be the year...
"I'm taking this shit to the next level homes."
Ronnie in a half drunken daze, while swinging his bottle danderously close to my head.
"Less talking and more walking, my nigga. That's how I'M goin to roll this year. So take one last look at my balls, homie, because this boy is about to blow up."
and then he proceeded to unbuckle his belt and pull down his jeans. I stopped him, luckliy, just in time.
"what optimisin.", i thought as I put him on a bajaj, paid the sour smelling dude who I was entrusting to get my boy home safely and watched, hands in my pocket as they headed away from the vuyos that is Kla on a saturday and into the night...

*cue the music (i'm thinking something like "Simple Little Melody" by B.E.P)*

P.S. lemme know if you disagree.


In any case, once they were no more than an insignificant blip on my radar, I pulled out my phone and made 3 different calls to 3 different girls and got 3 different answers. It was the third and final one that was the clincher:
"Youve got fifteen minutes." she said. She sounded tired, a lil drunk and not all that in the mood but who gave a fuck?
"i'll leave the door open."
Hanging up, I pocketed that little bitch, my sleek and sexy MTN Lite (dont hate on me if you werent able to get one), jumped on a bajaj of my own and warp speeded my ass over to buffy's place...I so had this in the bag; hook...line...and sinker...

*Ahem*
So where was I? Oh yeah, So everybody's talking about how this year is gonna be the year...but the year for what exactly? To finally bang that African Woman model? you know, The one with the rich boyfriend and the tendency to look down her nose at any homie less than 6 feet tall and any nigga who still uses a taxi as his main mode of transportation. and Marlin, dont you dare pretend you dont know who i'm talking about.
Or how about the year to finally start that business youve been starting for the past three years but keep making excuses as to why it is nothing more than a good idea that you want to implement somday. Even if it is someday soon. Yes, Boozie, I'm talking to you. A lil less booze might actually help you with that, you know.
My point is this, everyone always enters the new year with all these resolutions, all these goals and all these expectations that only fizzle out by month three; march or there abouts. so my question is this; whats the fucking point? I mean, youre only setting yourself up for disapointment after all.
my solution? That's easy; drink...be merry...have sex...burst someones cherry (even if it IS the neighbor's daughter who's joining senior one next month and still thinks of a rubber as only a scholastic tool) and live like todays the last day of your life...

1:17 am

And NO, I dont actually think that. The truth is, I dont know what I think. My fingers simply got away from my head again. But I guess on some level, though I hate to admit it, I get a kick out of the whole Devil May Care approach to life. No responsibilities, no consequences. Boy, would that be a way to live. Unfortunately, life doesnt work like that. Not unless you wanna be a bum. And believe it or not, I dont wanna be a bum Jane.

I dont wanna be a bum...

And with that 2010 has officially begun...

listening to;
"Get Me Some" by Weezer