ropa con queso
or...not really.what i'm referring to is cheese and wine class.
dj temporican and myself...we hit up artisanal for a little wine and cheese extravaganza on tuesday night.
so, now, instead of dating - i gorge on wine and cheese with my partner in crime. and by that i mean dj temporican, and by that i mean she will eat hamburgers with me at 3am. i love her.
and the class
you see, i thought there might be some fine ass
but that shit was maxed with nothing but coochie
i was all dressed, ready to freak like a hoochie
all i got was a rancid belly ache
cheese and wine mixtures my stomach could not take
so i went for a walk
and home to the internet did i stalk
day by day i'm becoming more comfortable with my non-dating and non-prospect status.
i fill my life with friends, the funk, forever 21, fromage and fine vintage.
and, let's not forget the essential element...hip-hop...
and thoughts of fine men cruising at negril...
so, today...
today i celebrate.
i celebrate new grand-masta masturbation fantasies, tossing away all archived images of former flings and feel-ups *please see my dedication to tony, below*
i celebrate wine and cheese *please re-read my tendencies to gorge, above*
i celebrate hot men on the train who read books and even when they're not hot and they're reading, shit, it's hot *please ride the n/w train, slightly after rush hour*
aside *i love you tony, you live off of the astoria blvd stop on the n/w - you were reading the times and you touched my shoulder, and i had to go home and change. if you read this, i want you to know that i think i love you - don't be scared. come to mama.*
and, finally, i celebrate dj temporican's dating endeavors...man or woman; she is a rhythm nation.
thank you, janet jackson
posted by tinamarie @ 11:55 AM
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