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Derrick or just DJ, 22, Posts include irrelevant stuff on irrelevant topics.
So I’m slowing coming to terms with my idol dating a Kardashian— no fuck that, I still can’t believe Kanye is actually dating one of them, and perhaps the worst one. Then again, it doesn’t shock me knowing his resumé of crazy things done. I’m just like everyone else and is sick of them broads in general and, if Kourtney ain’t trying to have sex on top of a pool table with me while being filmed, I want them to be banished to Pluto so they can take that place over now.
I mean, we all know they’re an one family wreaking crew, they’re worst than the Madden Cover, once it gets to you, you’re screwed. Reggie, Lamar, Kris— well he’s doing okay, actually, but his reputation isn’t. But now they’re affecting me; first my favorite basketball team (Lamar before he went crazy), and now my favorite artist. Never thought I’d miss him being with Amber Rose.
Oh, uh, I think I’m in love myself. Ahh Shit, man.. Maybe the world truly is coming to an end, I just wish it would hurry the hell up, though.
This is just my OCD talking but.. I’m trying to decide which one of these I can’t stand more: When people consistently NOT capitalize the first letter in their sentences, or when people DO capitalize EVERY first letter of every word in their sentence like Tyler, The Creator. Jesus.. Why must I come with so many issues, especially on the stupidest shit? Why?
Oh, and I still can’t decide.
Four things I learned, or, more realized today:
- Me and the NBA’s Commissioner, David Stern has the exact same initials, D.J.S.
- Baby powder can, and will always be a man’s best friend.
- Massive Attack truly was an atrocious song/investment/idea/waste of time (Except here on the blogosphere as far as continuous slander of Nicki Minaj is concerned).
- There truly is a difference between liking someone and actually wanting them. OK, I was thinking about this one for the past couple days, but like it matters. But yeah, you can be attracted to me (For whatever reason) and all that good stuff, like sneaking looks at me when I’m around and etc., but you may not want to actually be with me, like, going on those date things, meeting each other’s family and, uh, some coitus actions. Then again, does that even make sense? If you’re doing all that stuff and more.. doesn’t that mean you’re interested in something? I don’t know. Maybe I did only learn three things; that’s better than nothing, right? Turning this brain off as I go back to watching this Laker game.
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Swerve! (Taken Without Instagram)
This is just me, but I think it’s crazy to be married in my twenties. I mean, if you are, that’s great and more power to you, you’re better than me but I just don’t see myself tying the knot sooner than thirty. Knowing people in their mid twenties married already puts a little anxious fear in my eyes. I’m looking from the prospective of, I think I’m going to need all of my twenties (And even some of my thirties) to find someone I actually want to marry who actually wants to marry me and deal with my shit.
Not to mention all the issues I have, like, I’m paranoid, have real bad OCD, anti-social, weird eccentric, stubborn and etc.; I feel it’s going to take some strong stuff cupid has in his little satchel to put on the tip of that arrow for the lucky lady in my case. Hell, I’m not sure I even want to get married, I mean, A) 50% of all marriages end in divorce and B) Divorce in California? It’s no joke. [Unless it’s with Megalyn Echikunwoke, obviously—I wouldn’t care]
But then again, I probably shouldn’t be saying anything right now when I’ve been up for 30 plus hours straight with no sleep.
All this Ingragram hoopla today, shit. I know I’m in the slim, slim minority of iPhone users who don’t use that damn app, I just don’t like it. I honestly believe it should only be used to exchange nudes and pictures of that nature. It’s sort of one of those annoying hype fads that grows by the hour and isn’t dying anytime soon. Everywhere I turn, either on here or on Twitter it’s “Follow my Instagram: *Insert screen name here*” or Some irrelevant picture with “(Taken With Instagram)” under it with a even more irrelevant caption next to it.
It’s like a fucking nightmare. But it’s funny as hell to me that I don’t know what I’m more amazed at more: The idiotic pictures these people take which become stupider by the day or that fact some are calling it “IG” for short to sound hip and cool and I guess continue to keep it on the low. Comedy, man. Pure comedy.
If the Zombies/Thunder can truly continue at this video game pace they’re at averaging 15 turnovers a game, not getting easy baskets — unless it’s fast break points, run-and-gun down your throat in the playoffs when we all know it slows down in the post season, have a semi bad halfcourt offense with it being a prevalent amount of one-one-one stuff starring KD, Westbrook, Harden & his beard (28th in assists) and defy typical real life NBA logic to win.. then maybe I was wrong and this is their conference now.
But as long as they beat the BFF’s, I guess I’m fine.
And I guess Mike Brown’s hot seat has officially been turned on this week.
Always hated people calling me a sneakerhead. Because A) I don’t get “exclusives” like that. I currently have a 4 or 5 shoes rotation, hell, I bough my first pair of shoes in seven months last month. And B) I always thought it was absurd to go camp out for shoes for days and weeks, especially for Jordans. But since it’s Yeezy Season and I’m feeling the pressure to do what I need to do to get my pair of the Yeezy 2’s like the first ones, especially after finally seeing studio snapshots (Might I share, I think I came..)
Though people camping out a month before doesn’t help me. I’m even thinking of applying for Millenium Shoes, Shiekh or one of those cool shoe spots here in LA that’ll sell them so that can increase my chances of getting them.
Shit, maybe I am an fucking sneakerhead *Insert Negative Emoji Emoticon Here*
The time was about 1:12am this morning, trying to gather together some resourceful thoughts to begin this column/post I’m doing for the other blog while playing 2K12 with the iPod going. Decided to run a game with the Lakers for the first time AF (Not the common “As Fuck” you’d see on here, but “After Fisher”) to see how my guys run with a young PG since I don’t play with them that much.. yes, I know.
Basically tried to recreate an alternate ending to the previous night’s loss to the Jazz, but mainly break in LA’s new favorite ascended from the depths of horrible Point Guard PER — not Chris Paul, though; that joke still isn’t funny, David — but Ramon Sessions. Prior to, I danced my thumb around the iPod Click Wheel to one of my favorite most recent albums.
I’m playing, both the game, and the album.. mostly testing out Sess — you know, like, when you were young and got a new toy and only played with that in the beginning cause the other ones are old? Yeah.
Things looked good. I was impressed early.. then it hit me like a Karl Malone elbow. I found the perfect song that describes this Derek Fisher thing. A song that is raw and honest which shares what most of us Lakers fans’ thoughts the past year (Or so) since it is the Golden Age of the Point Guard in the NBA: Terius’ Wake Me When It’s Over.
Brilliant, right!? I know, I know, a tad bit too far. But don’t get me wrong, I love Old Reliable, D. Fish. Depression comes over me the past few days when his mini segment on SportsCenter comes on. He’s done too much for us (Lakers fans & NBA fans.. remember that lockout thing?); it’s been difficult not seeing him out there with Kob in the backcourt, it’s ‘96 Til (Drafted together in 1996).
Yeah, I’m joking around about this song, but I’m only trying to find some light to this. I mean, his nostalgic moments are the worst, the YouTube videos, him being on the front page on NBA site four days straight, Kobe’s two cent. It sucked so bad cleaning out My Pictures on my laptop finding this photo of the two. With all he’s done for the franchise, they turned around and sold their souls to save a couple of bucks. That’s wrong. They could have at least let him ride the bench like Luke (Who I miss too, actually— I know, I know). But nonetheless, I love Sess after two games.. but AF has been tough, and D. Fish was the ultimate. We‘re going to miss you, old man.
With every day they goes by, I see my Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder getting worst. And of course, with it getting worst, it opens myself up for more people to make fun of me or talk about me in general, which is cool; but it’s to the point I think I’m going to — even though I can’t stand him — act like LeBron and blame it on everything.
I get a bad grade on a test or an essay for class.. Blame it on my OCD; I forgot to set my DVR to record New Girl, *Looks at OCD*; LeBron does something stupid in the 4th Quarter again.. Curse that OCD again; The condom breaks during sex and she calling my phone at 4:27am to tell me something— Goddamn that OCD, man!
