I have ascertained that we are, functionally, alone. So I can be real. Jade is on my mind, but because of some things that occured when I was hanging out with the modellers in Bloomfield. As you understand... That relationship is real. Whitney Houston because she was my spiritual godmother in Atlanta until the weight of it caused her to slumber. Kween because I am now certain that Nigerian art has come of age. Shady Blue for obvious reasons. M'gurl. Erikah Badou. *smile*. Jenn Brown, quite often these days. Ola-P, from time to time. Reminiscing. Dr. LF and such.
Just remembering U.B. Who is heaviest on my mind of all these women?
Whitney. Believe it or not. I'm not yet into anything, even though I'm 33 which obliges me to be serious with any woman who wishes to discus seriously. I still am not ready. I'll be 33 all year. That's my excuse. But I know I'm not marrying and settling down. That's for sure. It would mean war.
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