First of all, before I go deep, let's have this blast from the past. Grizzbabe & Fringes, if you can do what the girls do at the 00:25 & 00:34 marks, then I will fight your men for you! That's right Q! I'm callin' you OUT! I joke, I joke...
And here's interesting! This video is evidently an uncensored version of the song! Check out these lyrics;
I got a natty natty
And a natty natty
For everything I do
I do just for you
I'm a little bit a' old
And a bigger bit a' new
The true niggaz know
that the Peas come through
We never cease
We never die, no
We never decease
We multiply like we mathmatists
And then drop bombs like
We in the Middle East
The bass boom drummaz)
I'm not feelin' that need to drop the "niggaz" in there, because I can't justify it no matter what hip-hop wants to say, but everything else about this song makes me want to make a total fool of myself on a dance floor somewhere.
Okay, back to our regularly scheduled program...
I've blogged a few times about Valentine's Day Girl since the first entry four years ago. Well, since a pre-emptive date and few years ago, and a lecture gig she gave me (which I think I tanked), she's been dropping me mass-mailing e-mails off and on. A few weeks ago I inquired about her well-being and she sent a one-on-one email detailing some plans she has to move out of NYC with her kids. I left that alone, but on Valentine's Day, I sent her the following e-mail;
"Hey, Happy Anniversary! It was exactly 4 years ago today that you rang me up out of the blue to say hello.
And so, hello right back atcha!
How's the house purchase going? Funny, I've moved into the city and you're moving out...
To which she countered,
Lol! You wicked, wicked, man.
I don't understand what that means.
I'm different now than I was four years ago. For instance, I can now afford to date. And my tolerance level is a litttle higher now for the imperfect woman. But I also know that I'm feeling some desperation here, and Valentine's Day Girl, while sexy and fun, scares me with her potential for being too manic.
A little help, blogfriends?