Last Boston post...

There really is no point to this one here. I just wanted to write my last post from Boston... ever? Okay, maybe if i'm on tour here again. Other than that, it will be the last post from here for a good while. So, later Beantown. It was wicke... nah, still can't say it. It was cool enough. I'll see ya around.

Disuninsynctificationisms...*

Recently I transferred posts from AfroThought.com over to my personal blog here. Feel free to go back through the logs and see what you didn't know you missed. As well, I'll try to identify ones you should mouse over with an asterisk. Beyond that I'll try to write more. Though, I clearly make no promises.

In other news, I'm moving to New York City. I can't help think of Pace Picante Sauce when i say the full name like that thus i usually abbreviate it. Sorry, NYC, that marketing worked. Though I never bought the brand so i guess not well enough. I'm dating someone new. And I currently don't know where my June money will come from. Fun times. :-/

Quoth Dr. Philbert...

When showing my apartment to my potential replacement tenant his accompanying cohort attempted to spread the gospel of Philbert. To place it in context, my bestfriend was chilling on the futon as I "sold" the room. Philbert first suggested that my friend and I live together to ease the cost of living in Boston. I responded 'long story'. Unbeknownst to Philbert, my bestfriend and I one mere month prior ended our five year romantic relationship, as well were each happily dating someone new. Having picked up on the most miniscule inkling of the split, Philbert offered this gem:

"I don't see why two people should not live together over a disagreement. Instead they should just. . . agree."

The evil part of me enjoyed pretending that Dr. Philbert had just given me the 'Advice of the Year' worthy of my most humbled nod, shrug and additionally defeated "true".
My friend struggled to keep a straight face whilst I thought, "Wow, all up in the Kool-Aid and don't know the flavor!'"