This has nothing to do with Nelly. RIP Nelly!...No as far as I know he's not dead. But he has been admitted to the land of the dead in my consciousness with DMX and JaRule which is the Gangsta's paradise of my middle school experience. Enter Kanye... So I've been lazy for a while. And its not because I didn't have anything to do and it's not because I was terribly busy. I'm not sure what the real balance is between living life and reflecting on it, but I honestly miss blogging when I don't do it. Some days, some things just inspire you. And today it was a chubby man jogging (laboriously) in a t-shirt that said "Tiny Tim's Donut Shop". I'd like to warn you here: This is not about that man. But more the idea of that man. The moments in life when you are so enraptured by something so hilariously minute that you feel the need to share that with others. The ironic, the ridiculous, the annoying. Those momen...
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