To J-Boog in You Got Served in response to him saying, "I'm boutta go shoot some hoops":
How bout you go to school you dumb bitch?
On Writing:
To be a writer is to torture yourself with lies and the truth.
I'm a slave to the written word; I do what it wants me to do. I function on its timetable. I belong to the word.
Being a writer keeps you from having normal relationships with people. They think you're paying attention. You're not. You're planning.
On truth and honesty:
I have to dress myself in truth, even when others want me to clothe myself with lies.
Honesty goes a long way, believe me. Start with yourself.
On Christianity:
Are you a believer or a converter? And, yes, there is a difference.
On worthless professors:
I didn't know you could go on sabbatical after doing nothing.
On misogyny:
To all those upset about Wale's new vid: I agree. I mean, let's objectify ALL women, not just the light-skinned ones.
On race:
I wanna meet a white dude named De'Andre.
I agree that it's a shame that there are no black people on the Vanity Fair Cover, but I'm also mad that there aren't any Asians, Latinas, + some.
On self-respect:
You know you must not love yourself if you'd fuck Bobby Valentino.
You are who you sleep with. Remember that.
If I see a person with the Justin Bieber haircut, I'm punching him in the face.
On my hate for Brett Favre:
Every time Brett Favre fails, an angel gets its wings.
On maturity and personal ethics:
At some point, you need to grow the fuck up.
Just because it's legal doesn't mean it's to be done.
At some time, personal integrity has to come into play. Bottom line.
What you choose to make time for, and that which you don't, is a reflection of your character.
You can't have every thing you want. Sometimes, what you want is self-destructive.
The allure of our desires quickly dissipates upon attaining them. Maintain appreciation, curiosity, humility. Dare I say love?
On people who may have gotten bad plastic surgery:
Mario Lopez's face looks fake, like I should be able to chisel it.
On what happens at the Black Church:
I had the strongest urge to break out the cabbage patch at church today. i refrained.
On beefs between wack rappers:
You would think that rappers who clearly have better things to do in life wouldn't be so damn petty.
On fashion:
Too much lace makes you look like a walking curtain.
Despite popular belief, you can be sexy and classy at the same time.
On music:
I decided to finally listen to Rick Ross's "BMF" to find out what that shit means. I think it means "Bitch Motherfucker" but I don't know yet.
If you don't like jazz, I can't trust you. You can't hate that kind of artistry. How many people on the charts can improvise beautifully?
We need to have the unmitigated gall to call worthless artists garbage.
On goals and aspirations:
I swear to God, if I could be a backup dancer of Janet, I'd forsake any and all of my dreams.
If you refer to getting into porn as a "goal" or "dream" or "aspiration," you are fooling yourself and should play in traffic.
On jumping the gun:
Tell me why I just said, "It's my birthday, bitch!!" It's still the 19th. lol
On random moments of fun:
If you came into the Randle family's dining room five minutes ago, you would have seen me do the "Tequila" Pee Wee Herman dance. Yes.
Twitticisms:
I don't think I've ever seen anything classy come out of Atlanta. Change my mind by providing examples.
There are times where you should run like a bitch, and aint nothing wrong with that.
I dare any woman to have sex with K-Ci from Jodeci. Go ahead; I DARE YOU.
If you can't beat em, taze em.
You know what? I can't keep hating on porn stars. Some people just aren't good at anything else.
On love and sex:
Use condoms. AIDS is real; Herpes is a bitch; and unwanted children grow up fucked up.
90% of men 18-22 are crazy. Look at the guy you're with and think very hard on where he falls.
Don't treat your vagina/penis like weed. Some things aren't meant to be passed around.
Don't have sex with a crazy person. It doesn't help their crazy.
On my lovelife or lack thereof:
You know, I'm content with my lovelife, or lack thereof, now. I won't rush anything. I won't settle. I'll wait for love. Luther Vandross.
@J-Boog true. weren't they out of high school and the ONLY thing they did was dance and sell illegal beanie babies? if they were in school, Lil Saint would have been preparing for college and not dead. Omari wouldn't be in love with a dim-futured idiot. Marques Houston would have delivered his beanie babies successfully. And Jarell would have never cried.
ReplyDeletei can remember some of the stuff you said to me. it's hilarious.