And the crowd says…yay-men.

I’ve returned back to the bottom of the map. Back in the mud…

Well I assume you get the point. I’m back down South and I couldn’t be happier if I was a pig in slop.

Yes, that is a country statement. Yes, I am slightly country. But overall…yes, I’m sexxier than you. Don’t forget that.

I came back to Atlanta because one of my boys had his graduation commencement ceremony for his Ph.D. in Biomedical Engineering.

I say, gotdamn.

And we had a party on Friday night. It was ignorantly ignant.

You know, I really must say how much I love Atlanta. This simple fact cannot be stressed enough. Everytime I’m back in Atlanta I just feel comfortable…I’m more at ease. While I’m living and working and playing in Washington, DC, I can honestly say that I never feel at complete peace. I’d always rather be somewhere else. Granted, DC isn’t bad at all. And over time I’ve come to accept it as a second home kind of thing. When I move from DC I know I’ll miss it because its ultimately the place where I did my final stages of growing up. I came into my own in DC.

Basically, I obtained my second “x” in DC. It’s where I became sexxy, not just sexy since we all know that I am the king purveyor of all that is sexxy and that sexxy couldn’t be achieved if I’d never come to DC and made it to do what it do.

I also did it like I was doing it for TV.

You betta know dat.

Speaking of shit you betta know, Outkast’s song “Hollywood Divorce” featuring Lil Wayne and Snoop is so fuckin’ crazily off the hinges. It’s all over the internet right now, I suggest you aww skeet skeet over to Allhiphop to listen to it from their homepage.

A is for Adamsville, B is for Bowen Homes…you see, even Dre knows whats up. Westside of the A beeyotch.

Back to my Southern Comfort…oh yes, much liquor consumption took place on Friday and Saturday evening. At my boy’s graduation party so many people fell through it was nuts. I saw all kinds of friends of mine. Some new friends, some old. Hell, even one of my sisters just fell through. ‘Twas one hell of a party.

Have you noticed that I have very little point in writing this post?

I’ll even take my happiness a step further. I’m typing this from my parent’s house in Alabama. And I’m even happy here. There’s something about peace and quiet that I think it takes living in a city, or on a block where there is non-stop action be it from crackheads, prostitutes (they’ve made a strange resurgence around my neighborhood for some reason) or just police.

This all just makes me realize, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that soon and very soon, I must return back to Atlanta, to live. Add to the fact that it’s so damn cheap to live in Atlanta relative to every other city I’d think about living and there really is no downside. I’ve got family, a truckload of friends, and Atlanta is just a beautiful place.

I know why I left, but I don’t really know why I’ve stayed away. Of course, I did get my sexxy and shit, but let’s assume that my sexxy was just layign latent anyway, which means that it would have manifested itself at some point anyway right?

Right.

Oh yes, fuck that heffa that hit me with her drunk ass and no insurance.

I will be down South (going back to Atlanta on Thursday for those in the A that I’m supposed to be catching up with like Heinz) and I’m already depressed that I have to go back to DC and back to work and shit…

Of course there is some good news in all of this…

…I just really don’t know what it is right now.

Le sigh.

I shall now go and roll around in the grass and then eat some collard greens.

I miss home a lot.

And yes, this was a pointless post…I told you that a good 6 or something paragraphs ago, assuming that you know it is wholly possible to have a one sentence paragraph.

Good night and Good luck.