my dirty little <dantewoo> secret is that in my heart of hearts, words come painfully. that's partly why these updates come so slowly (besides just being a lazy muthafucka), that's why i have trouble learning foreign languages, why i eventually get something out in print but stutter and stammer through everyday conversations. it's hard to force words out of my mouth, which makes me sound even dumber when i do speak, which is the whole reason that i hesitate from speaking in the first place.

while i got to a point where i could overcome this in my professional life, things have more or less stood still on the personal front. this is what i chewed on walking through black manhattan snow at 10pm tonight. i don't know whose dick you gotta suck to get a cab in this weather, but he has not revealed it to me yet.

sites i have been interested in lately: aidenshaw.com and hook online

i got the new d'angelo cd as soon as it was available on amazon, and have been buried under huge headphones at work listening to it in between client calls and meetings. i feel sorry for him just a little bit -- i thought he was so sexy even when he wasn't covered with muscles like he is now. but just a little bithe would probably tell me to go fuck myself if he read this.

one song in particular really gets to me --> "one mo'gin." he's singing to an ex of his that he ran into again, and remembering how good things were.