by Brando on March 18, 2010
I tell this cautionary tale because it highlights a problem that I’m becoming increasingly aware of in single American society. Poor young ladies and gents who have been, for better or worse (oftentimes worse), conditioned by past relationships. We’re talking more than just the typical hang-ups and jadedness that comes from experience with relationships gone ary. No – we’re talking life altering, id-warping changes in personality and how one perceives reality and the people around them.
by Brando on March 4, 2010
Did I ever mention that the adage, “If it ain’t one thing, it’s something else” will be the title of my future autobiography? Because it seems to apply more to my life than anything else.
by Brando on February 17, 2010
I have a confession to make. I’m not really black. I’m really a pure-blood Irishman who got locked in a Hollywood Tans booth for hours on end, for three consecutive days. Do you believe that? … You do!? Screw you. You can kiss my Big, Black, Beautiful, Bodacious, Benevolent Butt. (That was alliteration…bitches) Ok, for-like-seriously-though, [...]
by Brando on February 11, 2010
(I know I haven’t exactly kept up with my project, but hark! I do intend to write all twenty-one topics, I’ve just gotten a little side-tracked by work, a cold, and this crazy blizzard. Speakin’ of which…) Unless you’ve been living under a rock these past few days, you know that Mother Nature has decided [...]
by Brando on January 28, 2010
I talk to myself. I talk to myself a lot. I talk to myself to the point that most would consider unhealthy. This is why I blog. I don’t blog to avoid talking to myself. On the contrary, I blog in supplement of talking to myself, and I have no shame. I do it proudly. [...]
