“Cudi has a way of projecting his state of mind through his music. He sound tracked the final years of my very long term relationship and quite frankly I became a fan-fan while I was drunk on heartbreak. I wasn’t sure if backsliding was good for my health.”
— Finally almost done with my “recap” of the Kid Cudi show I went to over a month ago. I have too much to catch up on and way more that I want to do before the summer is over. One being a debate of sorts over what’s about to be an infamous hip hop duo. After a very dynamic and entertaining debate in a Brooklyn bar with some new strangers I’m thinking about doing a show around the topics discussed that night. We’ll see though.
“The fact that I spend more time advising others on their dating life (at their request of course) than actually having one of my own is just…absurd.”
— And for the very first time in my life I got the “what happened to you? you’re a pretty girl, smart, successful. Tell me what happened.” I could only give a blank stare.
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If you didn’t know, I have three daughters aged 9, 6 and 4. You don’t have to know my girls to guess that some of the stuff they say is off the wall, and more often than not hilarious as idonknowhat. As a result I’ve decided to quote the outrageous, comedic, sweet and sometimes impolite things that escape them. If you’re interested, need a laugh or something to contemplate - we all know some of the most honest, wisdom filled words can come from children - please head over to MyKidSays.tumblr.com and click the follow button.
Please and thank you.
Mel
Best Before Age 30…
Am I about to get pulled off the shelf? - a spastic rant
A post by Mel
Tell the truth. When you go to buy milk at the grocery store, you don’t reach for the gallon in front do you? You go three maybe four gallons back looking for one with the latest expiration date right? It’s okay I do it to. Who wants milk that’s closest to expiring? Not me. Friday I will be that much closer to 30. And I’m starting to wonder if maybe I’m that gallon in the front. The one everyone passes up, because it’s the…oldest! <insert internal sobbing here>
Who’s gonna review my review?
I was asked to write a review a while back
I tried to get out of it…”you know, I’m not a music expert, I don’t write reviews - you sure about this.”
It didn’t work. My opinion was requested and a review would be expected upon the album’s completion.
I said okay thinking that the idea of me writing a review would fade into nothing by the time the album was done.
Negative.
Last week I was sent a link to download the album and a note “I want you to review the album.”
I listened.
I listened again.
When Your Reflection Stares Back
Lately I have been in a state of self reflection. It’s been slow moving, and I expect that it will continue for some time to come.
During this time, I’ve come to understand the concept of “being the mirror”. Each day I see how I mirror what is around me, either in mood, or aggression, understanding, concern, joy and disappointment, etc etc. It becomes more clear with each encounter the importance of surrounding myself with positive people. And when positivity is not already present in a situation…I should be that. A positive element in the universe, and the positive element in any circumstance I may find myself in. But there is something beyond this that I knew existed but only experienced with awareness today.
Thoughts Shared
As I continue on life’s journey, I am recently intrigued by the like minded. The person(s) who seemingly floated into your life with the shift of the wind and simply landed at your door step, or inbox, or contacts, or following lists. The initial meeting is by chance completely. And then a thought is exchanged. And then a feeling expressed. And then commonality is established. From this spawns a rather organic foundation, where thoughts can be shared without reservation and void of expectation. Your truest self fires the “representative” and you know it has because the reflection on past dialogue, and messages, and emails tugs at something in your core.
