But Enough About Me...

Laptop back up and running.
Pics galore.
I love you, too!

-_Cogito
Capricornaries@hotmail.com

March Madness (literally)

Next to Quantumn Physics, Women, and why Star Jones only lost weight from the neck down, I will NEVER understand sports. Rob owns one of the best venues in this town and he's been throwing March Madness parties (or whatever the hell they're called) at his club. I walked in the other day and the place smelled like buffalo wings and niggas recapturing their youth. People were on their iPads and Smartphones making um, "brackets" predicting who's gonna win the tournament and blah blah blah. Basically, it was a run-of-the-mill sports bar party. And apparently everyone else in the universe gives a damn about it but me.

I defintly fit the "gays aren't into sports" stereotype, smh. Even though football is HELLA homoerotic and bballers can smack eachothers asses with no taboo at all.
All i know about sports is that i wanna have Arian Fosters' invisible babies and I wanna swallow Ochocinco's!

But people are so invested in this March Madness crap, they're buying t-shirts and ish with their favorite teams. Dare I say they'reore into College bball than the NBA? eh, prolly not...
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I had to put Rob's ass on punishment after that stunt he pulled in my last post. That dick of his is good, no doubt, but its takes more than some good pipe for a nigga like me to entertain such tomfoolery. So, after finally cooling off, I decided to surprise him with some good old fashioned "you owe me an Apology" fucking. He laid me down on his desk and showed me how sincere he was about it ;) I told him all was forgiven but this makes Strike 2 for him... Oh, and he took my laptop to this repair shop and I ought to be getting out on Wednesday which means, I'll FINALLY be able to add pics to my posts again! Yaaaayyyy! Thank yall for putting up w my pictureless posts!

Just wanted to give yall a quick lil update and answer the few questions I got via email.

Until Wednesday, yall!

-_Cogito
Capricornaries@hotmail.com

Green with Envy...

So, I had to preach earlier tonight and my main squeeze, the apple of my eye, Me Cherie Amor, my man-- Rob, came in to hear me speak. Now, you have to understand that when I'm in church, I'm a fish in water. I am a church boy if there ever were one. And he finally got a chance to see what all the hub-ub was about. Back when I was still uncomfortable being a gay, closeted minister, this whole "boyfriend came to hear me preach" thing would've had me HELLA uncomfortable.

But with Rob, its different. He makes me feel absolutely accepted, flaws and all. I guess i can't articulate it. It feels too right to be wrong, ya know?

After church was over, I met up with a few other youth leaders at Steak N' Shake. Rob texted me to bring him something back. I already knew what he wanted so I didn't text back. Idk wtf he thought was up because the next thing I know, I look up and see this nigga pulling into the parking lot.

"Daaaaammmnnnn, wtf???" I say to myself.
This nigga walks up to the counter and just glares over at where we were sitting. Thank God nobody else saw his crazy ass...
they didn't know, but they sat in the middle of a WWIII text-messaging battle.

If I had the battery life (I'm typing this via my phone), I would give yall the script. But the gist of it is: jealosy is one hell of a drug...

He thought I went out to eat with Omar. Now, Omar is a PK (Pastor's Kid), with enough sugar in his tank to make kool-aid. Rob knows I have this "thing" for fem guys (idky). And Omar doesn't know that I know that he has an xtube profile, but Rob knows because I told him.
I said all that to say: Rob assumed I was hemmed up with Omar somewhere n came to the restaurant to see if my grown, adult ass was lying.
-_-
idk if yall remember the post, but he did the same kinda ish back on Halloween. I thought it was cute back then so instead of checking his ass about it, I gave home some "good-good" to shut him up.
But damn though, not only am I a cheater, but a STUPID cheater? Wtf i look like?

-sighs-
I'm over it.
What is this, 9th grade?

-_Cogito
('scuse the typos, I'm textn from my phone).

Crash and Burn

A nigga's laptop crashed!!!

Smh. Ya'll know I'm ALWAYS in the middle of some crisis. Smh.
I'm typing this post from the computer lab on campus and because of that, I can't even post any pics tonight.

Feel free to fantasize about Jamel Jamero's fine ass in the background though.

-_Cogito
Capricornaries@hotmail.com

Saving All My Love For You...

The Woman.



The Singer.


The Entertainer.


The Legend.

Whitney Houston.

It seems kinda inappropriate to post nudey pics tonight.

This post just goes out to Bobbi as she goes through this trying time. I've been in her shoes before. Lost my mom back in 2004 and it STILL hurts.




Oh, one more thing:
Whitney's family has shared her with the world for some 30-odd years.
This is their time to mourn, in private.

In my humble opinion.


-_Cogito
Capricornaries@hotmail.com

Arian Foster

I usually don't do posts back to back but um...

Ya'll asses KNOW I don't watch sports.
Why didn't ya'll tell me this BASTARD existed????

Sexy. As. Fuck.


*sighs*

He's ALMOST finer than Chad Ochocinco. Almost. -_-


-_Cogito

Whatevz!!!

waaayy back in February, I mentioned this guy, Brother "T" from church in a post titled Hung Up...

So around the first week in February, I let this nigga drive me in my car to this church event we had out of town. Long story short: he kept GUNNING my engine and eventually, broke a rod inside of my motor.

All the Motorheads (an uncertified, self-proclaimed mechanic from the hood) told me that I might as well buy a new car because my repair costs would be around 2 or 3 grand. -_- ugh.

Luckily, I know a guy who knows a guy and found someone named "St. Louis" who would replace my entire engine for around 600 dollars.

Awesome, right? No. not at all.

I dropped my car off at St. Louis' garage on January 10th.

Which was basically a month ago.

He's been giving me the run-around ever since.

I go to check on everything last night and guess what? I had to pay him 60 MORE dollars to get pieces to the engine.

I'm soooooo over it. I really need my car and I'm going CRAZY without it.

He says it's gonna be done by Sunday.

Whatever.
(sorry, I had to vent)
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Music, you say?


Fire and Desire -- Rick James and Teena Marie

Total Eclipse of the Heart -- Bonnie Tyler

Love On Top -- Beyonce

We Found Love -- Rhianna (Calvin Harris Acoustic Cover) ----------- my FAVORITE song cover.

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Enjoy the pics!

Capricornaries@hotmail.com

-_Cogito
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