Lolo Love.

Chapter Three Twenty Five Twelve Three : Nothing to Lose

thank you

that it wasn't about the mattress being moved

or boots stomping up and down the hall

that god has other people do things to shake shit up and it's not about me or them

that we're all players in a god production

swipes of color from a paintbrush on a masterpiece

for low cleavage shirts

the sensation of needing to pee

hard dicks and wet pussies

oversized jackets that feel like fashionable blankets

being in the middle of it and being able to pray myself out

that in areas where i would need a drink to calm my nerves, i now have god

for the uneventful last morning

for the lovely dependable trees that protected me 

the show they put on outside window and on the wall

ambitious attempts to fit it all in 6 boxes

never being so ready before to let it all go 

never being so sure before about who i want to share my life with

that a stranger can have the meanest mug, but if i smile they usually smile back

that he bought me a christmas tree and lights and he carried it up the stairs

to love the one i'm with all that i got

for nostalgia

for timing

for vulnerability

to let myself be sad and excited all in the same breath

that if it's true it's ok

the insistence of sparkly glittery crap on christmas ornaments

to do the action and let the feeling follow

for cuban lunches so good it makes one moan

listening to my body when it tells me to lay down

not listening to my body when it says panic!

waking up next to him in our new apartment

that our house is already a home because we're in it

that the rest will come together one little :

spoon, shower curtain, garbage can, vegetable peeler, pillowcase and tea pot at a time

that this is what building a life together looks like

for target on the late night

for the 11th step prayer

"for it is by dying one is reborn"

the realization that i've already died a million times and god kept together what mattered

to come to the last pages of a big chapter

and god spoke through you

"it will be like something else in an amazing fashion"

Someone I Use To Know.

Currently, I am lost in love. So deep in it I could die. Earlier this year, I had a break up so bad it felt like dying. Now, I am having a love so good it also feels like dying, just a different kind. I am finding that in order to experience great joy, one must have experience with great sadness and with that....."Our dark past becomes our greatest assest" From the Big Book. 

This video is awesome.

Bitch I wish you would.

Boogie In Your Butt

We are made of stars.

thank you

for "then i woke up"
and remembered nothing is wrong with me
only my view was a little off
for raining mornings
letting myself sleep in
scrambled eggs, a cup of tea and toast with butter
the seat by the window, a book and me
for an appreciation and attraction to all that is weird and unconventional
for bunny's brochure analogy of  boys
that it put things into perspective and it made me laugh
for the ever alluring temptation to listen to who said what
and then turning to god and turning it around
for what the steps have taught me about such things
"what they say says more about them than me"
to have friends that love enough to not talk shit and choose sides
for a long soak in the bathtub
the house to myself
a big bed to myself (plus the dog)
a frig and pantry full of food for myself
to be in my own company and be content
"in joy in my self"
listening to my body when it says go to bed sleepyhead
nina simone radio on pandora
to call someone in need when i am in need of a break
that my most recent breakup is still helping people
for the wave in my hair
a mostly clean room
the one untouched corner
a stocked and organized first aid kit
being the thing it is i wish to receive
love
"I'm not the one who looks fantastic in everything, but I still cannot help loving myself"
for enough humility to admire god's work in and me and in you
vibrator necklaces
a crystal hanging in the window
the colors it catches
red rain boots
wiping off the chipped nail polish

Lil Wayne. I've been on his nuts from the start, now this.....

And now time for a video break.

I love this bitch.

 

 

The tightest thing about this video (besides Nelly in a bathtub) 

is the opening footage of Biggy singing Jodeci's Freek'N You. 

And the tightest thing about Freek'N You is the last 30 seconds with KC and Jojo switching lines.

 

You can take the girl out of the hood....

if my heart could sing

If my heart could sing, it might sound something like Pogo's music. Add the fact that I'm a girl who grew up watching Disney movies, plus some serious princess tendencies, how could I not love his stuff?

Boom Boom Boom You're brighter than the Moon Moon Moon

Ok. I confess. I'm a sucker for this kind of shit.

Throw your hands in the air like you don't care!

Get Ready.

Eddie Vedder is Killing Me Softly

The new Ukulele Songs album is murderous. I listened to it back and forth. I have so many emotions...and too many memories. I guess that is part of the magic of music. Take me there, drop me off here, move me.

He does a cover of "Tonight You Belong To Me", originally written in 1926 but best performed in a scene from The Jerk. Bernadette Peters is adorable.

Oh Ah Lady Gaga

I know I'm late and the rest of the world may have already seen this, but damn....this shit is tight.  
I'm beautiful in my way cause God makes no mistakes. I'm on the right track baby, I was born this way

yes

http://oddfuture.com/

Oh my god. Are you kidding me? I fucking love this!! I could cry.

Bill Withers

Love it all. Especially the happy drummer.

Everybody knows

i love it here

I'm still discovering music by Milosh. I like to put my ipod on shuffle and see what happens. Today, "I'm Trying" came on and it was the perfect soundtrack for the day. The lyrics are simple. My favorite line is "I love it here. I hope it goes my way".

The sculptures in the video are by an Africa Artist named Nnamdi Okonkwo.