"Nothing Like This."

Screenshot from Kanye West's third version of the Flashing Light video.

Your mother is so dumb 

she thought fruit punch was a gay boxer. 

So yesterday was Valentine's Day.

I've never acknowledged  it.

So I didn't really care.

I celebrated it with a few friends.

Food and lots of Conversation as usual.

From deep conversation comes the understanding of self.

Kinda.

Well to me it is.

Whatever.

Anyway.

I've realized that I do love when people are their own person.

When they say no to things.

When they have their own style.

Listen to their own music.

I love it.

I strive to do so.

That's the only thing I try to do.

And I realized I'm going to blog in the morning.

And I also realized that I don't like things that are subliminal.

And that when I mention someones name in this blog. 

I'm going to use first name and the initial of their last name. 

Families should be left out.

I also realized that I don't like Drake's mixtape.

Crap.

This is what I expected. This is what caught my attention.

Think Good Thoughts - Drake

Anita Baker!?

You're not getting it.

Yous don't understand...

...I'll move on.

Next Subject.

Final Thought.

In reference to the title of my post.

J. Dilla died on February the 10th, 2006.

I didn't mention it here. 

Everyone did on their blogs.

But I'm pretty sure I payed tribute to him.

I listen to Dilla everyday.

Everyday. 

It's One of My Favourite Songs of All Time.

Nothing Like This by J Dilla

KTHNXBYE.