Old post from 2007 about Roxanne

I spoke with a good friend last night.

We were supposed to go out, get bombed, and see the Rockefeller Center Tree. Just for shits and giggles. But we were both toast after this week. So we postponed.

She is uneasy about taking a promotion because she is happy with what she is currently doing.

She said she was happy. I said, in many more words, What? You’re happy? No one is happy.

But I encouraged her to not only move forward, but to aggressively negotiate for more compensation.

She should. She is incredibly talented, possessing an eye for design that few have.

Few regret moving forward.

I’ve seen her apartment. For a small place, it looms large. She has a uniquely creative esthetic, one that is enviable. I’ve seen her publication. Her part rocks, she should have more influence over the final output. She is a beaming diamond among dusty tumbleweeds. She is beautiful, smart as a whip, and funny.

She should take the promotion, because it’s easy to muse, then wonder about retreating. But she should go forward, with determination, first.

She is not just someone who is good at her job. She is talented. Gifted, even. The kind of talent that makes the masses happy.

It felt good talking to her. I wonder how she felt talking to me.

Foxy Roxy

Where is Roxanne when I want her? Last time I saw her I had wisdom teeth removed and my lips were numb. That was an infamous date.

This is not her. But she looks this good.

Bringing (lame ass) sexy back to SoHo

Sexy Back lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'm bringing sexy back
Them other boys don't know how to act
I think it's special what's behind your back
So turn around and i'll pick up the slack.
Take em' to the bridge

[Bridge]
Dirty babe
You see these shackles
Baby I'm your slave
I'll let you whip me if I misbehave
It's just that no one makes me feel this way

Take em' to the chorus

[Chorus]
Come here girl
Go ahead, be gone with it
Come to the back
Go ahead, be gone with it
VIP
Go ahead, be gone with it
Drinks on me
Go ahead, be gone with it
Let me see what you're working with
Go ahead, be gone with it
Look at those hips
Go ahead, be gone with it
You make me smile
Go ahead, be gone with it
Go ahead child
Go ahead, be gone with it
And get your sexy on
Go ahead, be gone with it

Get your sexy on
Go ahead, be gone with it

[X6]

Get your sexy on

[Verse 2]
I'm bringing sexy back
Them other boys don't know how to act
Come let me make up for the things you lack
Cause your burning up I gotta get it fast
Take em' to the bridge

[Bridge]

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I'm bringing sexy back
Them other boys watch while I attack
If that's your girl you better watch your back
Cause she'll burn it up for me and that's a fact

Take em' to the chorus

[Chorus]

I love my Black Eyed Peas

Gotta get-get, gotta get-get
Gotta get-get, gotta g-g-g-get-get-get, get-get

Boom boom boom, gotta get-get
Boom boom boom, gotta get-get
Boom boom boom, gotta get-get
Boom boom boom, gotta get-get

Boom boom boom, now
Boom boom boom, now
Boom boom pow
Boom boom

Yo, I got that hit that beat the block
You can get that bass overload
I got the that rock and roll
That future flow

That digital spit
Next level visual shit
I got that boom boom pow
How the beat bang, boom boom pow

I like that boom boom pow
Them chickens jackin' my style
They try copy my swagger
I'm on that next shit now

I'm so 3008
You so 2000 and late
I got that boom, boom, boom
That future boom, boom, boom
Let me get it now

Boom boom boom, gotta get-get
Boom boom boom, gotta get-get
Boom boom boom, gotta get-get
Boom boom boom, gotta get-get

Boom boom boom, now
Boom boom boom, now
Boom boom pow
Boom boom pow

I'm on the supersonic boom
Y'all hear the spaceship zoom
When, when I step inside the room
Them girls go ape-shit, uh

Y'all stuck on Super 8 shit
That low-fi stupid 8 bit
I'm on that HD flat
This beat go boom boom bap

I'm a beast when you turn me on
Into the future cybertron
Harder, faster, better, stronger
Sexy ladies extra longer

'Cause we got the beat that bounce
We got the beat that pound
We got the beat that 808
That the boom, boom in your town

People in the place
If you wanna get down
Put your hands in the air
Will.i.am drop the beat now

Yup, yup
I be rockin' them beats, yup, yup
I be rockin' them beats, y-y-yup, yup

Here we go, here we go, satellite radio
Y'all gettin' hit with boom boom
Beats so big I'm steppin' on leprechauns
Shittin' on y'all with the boom boom

Shittin' on y'all you with the boom boom
Shittin' on y'all you with the

This beat be bumpin', bumpin'
This beat go boom, boom

Let the beat rock
Let the beat rock
Let the beat rock

This beat be bumpin', bumpin'
This beat go boom, boom

I like that boom boom pow
Them chickens jackin' my style
They try copy my swagger
I'm on that next shit now

I'm so 3008
You so 2000 and late
I got that boom boom boom
That future boom boom boom
Let me get it now

Boom boom boom, gotta get-get
Boom boom boom, gotta get-get
Boom boom boom, gotta get-get
Boom boom boom, gotta get-get

Boom boom boom, now
Boom boom boom, now
Boom boom pow
Boom boom pow

Let the beat rock
(Let the beat rock)
Let the beat rock
(Let the beat)
Let the beat
(Let the beat rock, rock, rock, rock)



Incredibly aware, can’t swear that I care for J is gone and I can’t bear to say that I’m again ready to dare. Who cares? I don’t anymore.

I'm walking away from this one.

Tonight was a sad night. It’s always bittersweet the night you take down the Christmas tree.

There’s a kind of long backstory behind this, and I’m still a little weirded out about it all: My Mom ate a pot brownie last night. (It was legal.)