it's been MONTHS since i've done a post inspired by randomness, without ONE clear topic to successfully dump my brain of all its clutter. today ends that. with me being in the midst of a challenging transitional period as of late, this is very necessary, so...here goes:

my time thus far in Los Angeles has not been easy. life here hasn't been all beaches, tan bishes, and taco stands as some have expected. there are fiftyleven thousand amazingly talented dancers/artists here attempting to do just what i came here to do. some have been in the game for years, with no luck. so, for me to land and have any type of notable success, i must go above and beyond what's allowed me to get by up until now. it's competetive as fuck, of course, and, frankly, nobody cares. i've had an interesting time socially. met a handful of dopetastic individuals that i want to be around regularly, and i'm thankful for that. as expected, alex must overcome this social awkwardness, dive into life and take advantage of more social situations. in time, as with anything. per usual, being here makes me appreciate my resolution that it's better to have handful of good friends than fiftyleven million associates. i'm also realizing that every seemingly cool dancer is NOT someone i need to attempt to bond with. some people i meet often can't expound on anything other than dance. and: that.is.not.the.business. *shrug* oh well. i am working through a few mental and creative roadblocks. i came here to succeed and can't keep defeating myself. more on this later.

speaking of Mexicans. one of my favorite teachers here is a MexiCunt. a beautiful, glorious, talented, magnificant MexiCunt. and i forgive her for that.

understatement of the year: i love zebra cakes. they bring me crazy joy. they take me back to better, carefree times in Virginia...like not being able to wait until lunchtime, devouring my zebra cake en route to school at 7 am, 4 out of 5 days a week. so yea, i'm a fan. in Brooklyn, i could find them in EVERY bodega on every corner, along with loosies, pampers, Latino boys and muslim reading materials. here in this stupid ass transient city: NOPE. was told that zebra cakes were in every Target. well, bitch, i visited 5...and NOPE. they have all the punk ass oatmeal cream pies i could ever want, though. it wasn't until i ventured into the HOOD, into a liquor store in Inglewood that also sold Ketchup-flavored chips, that i spotted my drug of choice. damn shame. i can find fish tacos and cocaine on every corner, but Zebra Cakes, of all things, are hard to come by? FUCK THIS CITY!!

*elevator music*

oh, you hate Mariah Carey, too? i'm glad you mentioned that. let me say this once and for all: paying me with a years supply of general tso's chicken (or "general tao's or toso's chicken" as stupid nigras say) and zebra cakes wouldn't make me care about Mimi's new efforts. if that doesn't paint the picture, i'll add this:

*clears throat*

Mariah Carey would have to somehow suck my dick via speaker to make me give a shit about anything she has going on post-2005. i just can't grasp how her voice went from "unsurmountable musical powerhouse" to "limp-dick lame" without the aid of drugs...or Bobby Brown's legendary ship-sinking, life-ruining, hopelessness-coated charm. P!nk smokes cigarettes like Usher smokes penis and her voice is still in great shape. it's absolutely baffling. as wicked and awful as he may have been, Mrs. Carey-Cannon could probably use a Tommy Mottola chokehold right about now. just like Mary J. Girlbye and Whitney, the music's quality increased as her mental health went down. so, if Mimi's face beat up Nick Cannon's hand, could Mimi produce another "Butterfly"?

ALSO: i do NOT approve of Mrs. Carey-Cannon running around here looking all 1997 on us.
in good music news: my aunt bestowed upon me the Foreign Exchange late pass. and i'll gladly accept it. while the rest of the world has been grooving to the amazing sounds of Phonte and Nicolay, i was missing out. but like Chris Brown, i'm a changed man, i say! i'se seen de lite!

without rehashing all my obsessive twitter posts about the group, i'll just say that their album Leave It All Behind is a masterpiece. a solid, brilliant straight-listen. today, i'm getting into Connected and see how that compares. hopefully i love it just the same.


i'm also a fan of Darien Brockington, who i first peeped on "Give In" by 4hero (which also featured Phonte). so...i checked out his solo CD Somebody To Love...and no. his voice is solid, but the project wasn't nearly as moving as the WORST offerings of his frequent collaborators Little Brother or Foreign Exchange. sorry dude.

anywho, still here in Panera Bread...borrowing their free wifi. tonight, i'm off to Baldwin Hills to finish our massive bottle of Chardonnay and view "The September Issue" with my new girlfriend (seriously. my bish, not my homegirl), Jennifer Pauline (who you can stalk HERE). and no you can't come. rude ass.

enjoy the remainder of your day, though it wont be nearly as awesome as mine.

love, peace, and crackpipes,

~chris.alexander

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