Time... how many of us have it?

I'm back once again to blog about nothing, but I feel the need to add my .36839 cents into everything so here it is. I awoke out of my slumber way too early for anyone's comfort zone, avoided my mirror and headed down stairs dodging rays of sunlight peering through the blinds. Sound like a vampire right? The next thing your expecting me to say is that I had a vats of blood to go with the dry cereal I ate. Not at all just my favorite organic whole milk from Trader Joes. So here I sit on the couch in which it seems everyone inhabits when eating. I didn't even feel like turning on the blank screen that sat before me, mocking me with its reflection. I sat and took my first real breath of the morning which surprisingly smelled pleasant. (good toothpaste huh?) I gobbled down the meal of 40 something year old women on a diet (Cherrios) and just sat there gazing into the future of Kendrick.

Hmmm, I could lie and say the future looks fantastic; complete with a mini mansion which holds a three car garage, grotto, a butler, maid, an in home chef and Beyonce slaying in the living room. But to be brutally honest I see the future as most of us see it: uncertain. I have dreams that I would like to come true, I have many ideas and philosophies that I would love to share and goals that I would like to accomplish. So in the present time where I have so many questions and uncertainties I think about the future time and how much or how little time there is.

Time; we don't realize how fast it goes. Maybe because we sit in that boring class repeatedly looking at the clock to see if the hands have moved. Or maybe its that part time job where time seem drip drop like a broken faucet. The point is that we have so much time on our hands to get out and do the things we want to do but it is all about how we utilize those periods of "free time". Are we to enthralled with preexisting ideas or activities that we forget to make time for the things that we want to do or things that are important to us? Yes! And since we can not technically make time then your ass better become an insomniac quick just to keep up with the Jones'. Because the only time you ever catch me sleeping is when I'm tired of you hoes. Until then I'm going to wake my ass up early every morning or just say fuck sleep just to keep time and my future secure. I intend on having all of that mentioned above and more.



So for all of you who are sleeping or simply wandering around with your eyes wide shut. It's time to wake the hell up. Lets get it.




U MAD?


~ Kendrick

Are you irreplaceable?

Another evening of thinking to myself in solitude. Just me, the laptop and my thoughts. The idea of being here alone is making me think of the song "Me, Myself and I"...And no NOT Beyonce. I'm talking about the old school group De La Soul. This funky uptempo song is a happy, self excepting and just plain fun. So here I am looking back on past relationships as a free (single) individual with a desire to seek out how things went down. I look back and think "hmmm, I wonder what happened to that one?" and "what the hell was I thinking?" and then a pop!...there it is.

We live in a society where it seems the men and women are dispensable creatures whom roam around the city with horse blinders on. Unable to see the true beauty of love; not just in other humans but in other nouns too. We take for granted that everything that we love and care for can be gone in a instant. Those precious photographs washed away in a flood, your dog being hit by a car, being involved in a car accident that took your thought and memories with it. Those things are important, those are things that we care about the most.

Just think of your very first crush. You might not have even known anything but their name. Picture them being taken from you. Or a expecting mother who just found out the baby she has cared for and carried for nine months was still born. You still have that connection, those emotions, those feelings towards the nouns that mattered most in your life. So even if its the first love letter you received or a teddy bear that you had since you were a young sprout. CHERISH THEM. CHERISH LIFE. MAKE EVERYDAY SOMETHING TO STAND AND BE PROUD FOR. Because you never know what you've got until its gone.

I'm sorry Beyonce but some things are just not "Replaceable".

~ Kendrick

Love without Sacrifice equals.....

So it's a typical night and I'm sitting in front of 2 screens one hosting a myriad of tabs holding future shopping endeavors and the other showing "The Real World" (yea right). I'm up, as usual around 3:00 am trying to figure out how to make a change for the better being that its a new year and all.

So I come across a certain saying...NO question which states "Whats love without sacrifice?" OK NOW! I have had my fair share of the good, bad and the down right ugly side of relationships, but what happens when we actually find "love"? For some its nothing but a pure blissful MUTUAL connection for one another; but for some its just lust; SEX. Now based on a few years of experience I have learned to seperate the two. I have managed to keep the heart away from a not so serious relationships where I just do the dirt, pick up and move on. Now in the past when I was just a pure innocent soul I believed in true love and finding that quote on quote "ONE". All I have to say is FUCK THAT! Some may think I'm bitter but I don't live in a fairytale where everyone has a "happy ending"... well maybe. (lol)

There are exceptions to the rules of the Game of Love. I believe in "The Game of Like" where I can like someone, flirt all I want, say things I don't mean and everyone goes home happy. The whole "Game of Love" is a bunch of b.s. to me. There should be NO GAMES when dealing with love. We are mature adults so why don't we skip all the bullshit and get right down to what we really want? Do you want a dude with a car, a job that supports your established status in the world, fresh; looking like he just stepped down from the pages of a GQ magazine, slanging a 12+ and built like a Line Backer? or Fellas do you want a girl that has an ass that would but Kim Kardashian to shame, with mean skills in the bedroom and in the kitchen, fresh, flawless and looks like she just stepped off the runway for the Spring line of Dolce&Gabbana?



OR...




WELL WE DON'T ALWAYS GET EVERYTHING WE WANT. So we have *normal people* (who aren't so bad on the eyes either) to work with. When we first start "talking to" someone it seems all fine and good. But shit, what can he or she do that you can benefit from? Do they at least have a job and pushing a whip to make up for that jacked up grill? DAMN! But don't get me wrong it can be the personality that makes up for the lack of good looks and everything else. I personally like beauty & brawn. "Yes you can have your cake and eat it too (that's what cake is for) duh!" as my BFF would say.

So here is the answer to that question. Love without sacrifice just equals like. I like you but not willing to give up my lifestyle for you.

Remember you are a human 1st and everything else comes with the territory.

~Kendrick

I'm The BLACK SHEEP...

Okay, so I was sitting in the kitchen just waiting to get a hearty bowl of homemade stew when I noticed that I was being ignored. It was one blow after the other. Like fireworks that just kept on coming. Boom, Boom, Boom; the signs kept coming and I put the pieces of the puzzle together to come to a sudden realization that I AM A BLACK SHEEP. It all started when I was younger I guess. I always was considered the baby and of course I now despise the whole thought of that "adolescent immaturity". But while I was in that kitchen I realized that my sister who I spent the majority of my life with under my mother's roof did not say ONE WORD to me when I came down to greet her. She was always socially retarded but damn I felt like Casper. I hugged my mother I guess because I felt some type of way about being ignored, but even my mother's warm embrace seemed cold and distant. It seems as though I am in the way of both of their's progress. Well damn, maybe its time for me to move the fuck out. If only I had a stable friend who wouldn't mind being a roommate. My family life is soooo FUCKED UP! I haven't talked to my father in over 2 months. Let alone my little sister who is now 9! Trust me, I have issues and I'm strong enough to admit it. So here I am, "The Black Sheep". The fun loving, free spirit, sexually active, complex, simple minded, sometimes naive, lazy and undefined socialist. And you know what? I DON'T have a problem with it. But in all reality; I need to get some business. Its 2010 and about time I stop thinking and start with the action. Fuck the people who try and stop me. Fuck emotions that seem to keep me in one place. Fuck my lovers. Love the Haters. And Just Plain FUCK YOU.

~Kendrick