I don’t blog or bulletin as much anymore, due to Myspace funky as spam, hackers, and people airing their relationship laundry out all over the World Wide Web. If some chick is hating on you, fucked your man, is on her top 67, delete her or don’t go to her page, problem solved I think. You are wasting valuable time, when you could be telling us far more important things. Like what you are eating, or that you just got home from work, or you are about to go to bed or out on the town with the girls, followed by some sort of round facial expression that drives the point home with your readers. Just a suggestion folks.

Anyone who knows me knows I have a fond appreciation for music. All types of music, except for Reggaeton that’s where I draw the line. I don’t know what that is, I don’t know where it came from, and every song sounds the same. Gasoline always ends up in it somehow. It’s like rap. You rap about what you can’t afford. I don’t get it at all. Is it Reggae with a TON? It’s like Spanish Go-Go music. It’s loud then louder, then fucking loud with gasoline in it. It’s it spicy reggae music? I thought things from Jamaica were somewhat spicy enough. In fact I blame Reggaeton for the spike in gas.

Keep talking about something, all you are doing is giving it power ….i.e. Paris Hilton, Flavor Flav, lil Wayne, unfunny female comics that have sex for stage time, marriage. Moving on, those who know me or the few that have been given the pleasure to see my collection, know I love music. From Kanye to Coldplay, from Big Daddy Kane to U2, from Channte Moore to It’s a Charlie Brown Christmas Soundtrack, I own it or listen to it all. However I was doing inventory on my collection the other day, because I added some new stuff, but mostly because I have friends who are of the dark persuasion and wanted to make sure nothing was borrowed for life. In no way am I saying black people steal…I have I had some Mexican associates travel through my place, regardless if they were there to fix something, they came through. White people aren’t fond of my surroundings I guess, but you are invited if you ever want to make the journey. In my search I came across not one, not two, but three Ja Rule CD’s. My heart stopped, I became panic. I looked around my place, searching for answers as to how these CD’s managed to find their way into my collection. Did someone sneak in and place them there to tarnish my creditably in the realm of suggesting good music? I mean it was right next to my Jadakiss CD. What if Jadakiss came to my home and looked through my collection and saw I had Ja Rule next to him. Right then and there a potential friendship down the drain, because of someone’s poor execution of what they thought funny was. Honestly I don’t remember going into a store purchasing these many wasteful items. Not to say I haven’t made bad purchases before, because I have. I own Junior Mafia’s first album, I own a copy of Knockaround Guys (I borrowed from Kevin Hart and never gave back), and I own the Barbershop soundtrack, after I deciding what was worse, the movie or the soundtrack. I chose the soundtrack. With the soundtrack I don’t have to see the performances, just hear the shame over music and lyrics. Hell I own a few Mystikal albums, got them through BMG (12 CD’s for a penny, how can you not afford to risk something). And don’t act like Shake Your Ass and Danger weren’t guilty pleasure for you as well. I have even watched an episode of The Parkers, Moesha, and the short lived K’Ville with Anthony Anderson (a one hour drama about crime after hurricane Katrina. The show was worse than the events that took place.) I didn’t spend any money but it cost me time that I will never get back. But how do I explain these GODDAMN Ja Rule CD’s? I’m not even into easy listening hardcore R&B Hip Hop. It does nothing for me. I looked at all the albums, I flipped on the back to see the tracks listed and my shame became worse. For some reason, Ja has several tracks featuring Ashanti. I became overcome with anger, as to why would someone think this would be funny in the least. It was a two for one deal. Not only do you get a subpar rapper but you get a far shittier R&B act? I would never dream of owning an Ashanti album. As soon as I saw her name I immediately began searching my R&B section to see how far one would go. Luckily the prank had its limits. No Ashanti in my collecting to be found. If someone said, which I have never heard spoken, “I’m going to go out and buy Ashanti’s new album”. It would translate in my ears as someone saying “I want to see how I can waste 11.99 FAST. If the CD is any higher than 11.99, it should be considered a federal crime like burning money is. But here I am in the middle of my bedroom floor, ashamed like a casting couch director offering me part in a movie in exchange for a few moments alone in my asshole (sorry for anyone reading this who has had their asshole spent time in, for work). Then I had a jarring memory flashback. Ashanti received a soul train award one year. I fucking Soul Train award. We couldn’t give this award to anyone else? I’m sure Brandy hadn’t hit and killed anyone by this time. But Ashanti getting an award for singing is madness. I don’t know what’s worse, her getting an award or Puffy paying for his own star on the walk of fame. Yes he paid for it. No one is sitting around the house saying, “Man Puffy needs a star on the walk of fame.” Not when New Edition doesn’t have one. Plus more people have died on Bad Boy label than Deathrow Records, and they call it Deathrow Records. Puffy is poison ladies and gentlemen.

Anyhow back to my dilemma I wanted to pick up the phone and call friends or people who I thought were my friends and say “did you give me a Ja Rule CD…by accident? Then again I would hate to have thought for all these years’ people I thought were my friends would think giving me a Ja Rule CD would be a sign of friendship. What kind of friend is standing in Best Buy saying, this motherefucker would bang this shit all day, I should get it before it sells out? Even though it’s like ten thousand copies in front of him going nowhere. If a so called friend did leave it, I would ask him humbly….why would do such a thing. I would much rather you have sexy with my girl and tell me years later. I just can’t get a handle on it. At first I thought it was a terrorist act. Only terrorist are this evil and mean, as told to us by President Bush.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. What do I do? Do I throw them away and risk a CD I really care about getting that portion of dust Ja could be collecting? No, you face this tragedy head on. You man up and except responsibility for what you may or may not have been a part of. I gathered myself emotionally, excepted the fact that I may have purchased them and not realized it, maybe I steal and don’t know it(I hope so), maybe I thought it read Jay-Z Rule, I don’t know. But what I do know is this, I love music too much to toss anything away so with that, I pull it together and I prepare myself for Diet DMX, easy listening, classical soft hardcore R&B Hip Hop. You have to live with your mistakes.