R. Kelly (Keep It On The DownLow) if you don't know it, then GET TO KNOW IT!
So, we've been hella busy for the past few weeks. The skinny version is that an up-and-coming group of rappers (and I use that term very, very loosely) from out of Detroit, decided to rent out Rob's club to shoot a music video there. It sounds really cool (and it is) but dayumn... sooooo much work has to be done! They already have a camera crew available and stuff, but they wanted to shoot this video like yesterday. They are trying to rush our (already fully booked) list and throw a few extra dollars in it. This means cancelling the Mayor's Galla Event, two different Wedding Receptions, a Bachelorette Party, and a few other events (and dammit, I was looking forward to the free strippers!)
Blah blah blah...
Other than practically becoming the manager of Rob's joint, things have been going... smoothly as it can, you know? I had to let his ass know that not only am I completely booked up until the middle of September with church events, but I can't juggle that AND help manage the club. Bless his heart, he's such a friggin' Meat Loaf though. What is a Meat Loaf, you ask?
Meat Loaf (n.) -- A strong, masculine man with the I.Q. Level of a box of rocks...
He's always like "bae, how do you spell (insert 8th grade spelling word here)"
"Bae! I think my batter is dead!" (by the time I drive over there to give him a Jump) "Oh... lmao, it was just outta gas..."
*sighs* and it's adorable (and annoying).
But the good news is that the sex is getting a whole lot better. I didn't wanna scare him away with my levels of freakiness (and we all know how kinky I can get), so I let him take care of all the Kink in the bedroom (kitchen, hallway, backseat, behind the bar, etc.)
Not only that, but I know that I feel a certain kind of way about him. I have very strong feelings for him; do I love him is the question? too soon to tell? Maybe I'm just rushing things, but...
He doesn't have to tell me that he loves me; I can see how he looks at me (hell, everybody sees how he looks at me). He's no good at the whole "let's keep it on the low" thing...
When I'm on stage doing poetry, if I look out into the crowd, all I see is... him... When I'm out of town on business, the only person I wanna talk to is... him... Wondering what he's doing; who he's with (those HOES be all in his face... smh... if only they knew how much he likes to suck dick... hell, prolly better than them... #justsayin)
And I trust him. Period. I really don't think he'd fuck around on me with anyone.
He does know how to check me when I'm getting out of line (which turns me the fuck ON).
So, enough of my sappy love-crap...
I read this really decent quote:
"Love is giving someone the power to destroy you, but trusting them enough not to" (idk who said it) but it's ABSOLUTELY CORRECT!!!
One more thing, I know I'm late, but I was just introduced to Temporary Home by Carrie Underwood (my gift to you: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LraOiHUltak&ob=av3e). The video made me cry the first time I saw it. I was balling like a damn baby! The lyrics and the video concept put me back to when I was 17 going on 18 years old; I was that lost, scared, vulnerable boy all over again. If you don't know what I'm talking about, read waaaayyy back to when I first really started bloggin His Open Arms (And Front Door)
And Rob was DYING laughing at me! Smh!! He told me to grow a pair, I'm like ??? Nigga, take em outcho' mouth! smh (we just kid around like that)
Enjoy the pics and I still haven't forgotten about my guy Biron and his photo-site; just wanted to get this post out right quick...
--Cogito
Capricornaries@hotmial.com
So, we've been hella busy for the past few weeks. The skinny version is that an up-and-coming group of rappers (and I use that term very, very loosely) from out of Detroit, decided to rent out Rob's club to shoot a music video there. It sounds really cool (and it is) but dayumn... sooooo much work has to be done! They already have a camera crew available and stuff, but they wanted to shoot this video like yesterday. They are trying to rush our (already fully booked) list and throw a few extra dollars in it. This means cancelling the Mayor's Galla Event, two different Wedding Receptions, a Bachelorette Party, and a few other events (and dammit, I was looking forward to the free strippers!)
Blah blah blah...
Other than practically becoming the manager of Rob's joint, things have been going... smoothly as it can, you know? I had to let his ass know that not only am I completely booked up until the middle of September with church events, but I can't juggle that AND help manage the club. Bless his heart, he's such a friggin' Meat Loaf though. What is a Meat Loaf, you ask?
Meat Loaf (n.) -- A strong, masculine man with the I.Q. Level of a box of rocks...
He's always like "bae, how do you spell (insert 8th grade spelling word here)"
"Bae! I think my batter is dead!" (by the time I drive over there to give him a Jump) "Oh... lmao, it was just outta gas..."
*sighs* and it's adorable (and annoying).
But the good news is that the sex is getting a whole lot better. I didn't wanna scare him away with my levels of freakiness (and we all know how kinky I can get), so I let him take care of all the Kink in the bedroom (kitchen, hallway, backseat, behind the bar, etc.)
Not only that, but I know that I feel a certain kind of way about him. I have very strong feelings for him; do I love him is the question? too soon to tell? Maybe I'm just rushing things, but...
He doesn't have to tell me that he loves me; I can see how he looks at me (hell, everybody sees how he looks at me). He's no good at the whole "let's keep it on the low" thing...
When I'm on stage doing poetry, if I look out into the crowd, all I see is... him... When I'm out of town on business, the only person I wanna talk to is... him... Wondering what he's doing; who he's with (those HOES be all in his face... smh... if only they knew how much he likes to suck dick... hell, prolly better than them... #justsayin)
And I trust him. Period. I really don't think he'd fuck around on me with anyone.
He does know how to check me when I'm getting out of line (which turns me the fuck ON).
So, enough of my sappy love-crap...
I read this really decent quote:
"Love is giving someone the power to destroy you, but trusting them enough not to" (idk who said it) but it's ABSOLUTELY CORRECT!!!
One more thing, I know I'm late, but I was just introduced to Temporary Home by Carrie Underwood (my gift to you: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LraOiHUltak&ob=av3e). The video made me cry the first time I saw it. I was balling like a damn baby! The lyrics and the video concept put me back to when I was 17 going on 18 years old; I was that lost, scared, vulnerable boy all over again. If you don't know what I'm talking about, read waaaayyy back to when I first really started bloggin His Open Arms (And Front Door)
And Rob was DYING laughing at me! Smh!! He told me to grow a pair, I'm like ??? Nigga, take em outcho' mouth! smh (we just kid around like that)
Enjoy the pics and I still haven't forgotten about my guy Biron and his photo-site; just wanted to get this post out right quick...
--Cogito
Capricornaries@hotmial.com
