Do you guys happen to know the song when some popular hiphop artist goes: "I dont know what to do, I cant go on not loving you"

Probably you heard it a lot of times. Now, why dont you take a second and really think about it? How sad is that? How true can it occasionally be? I mean unbearably true. Call me sentimental but somtimes I just want to get the fuck out of here. Where is this here? Well, inside.


Conversations just seem to be my wonderful cup of tea. I had a great one yesterday and also one tonight, just a couple of hours ago. The interesting thing is that they both ROCKED my WORLD. I dont really know how many times this f*cking world can hold on being rocked, I am getting a little more and more tired of the world with every little piece I get to understand. Am I negative? No. Definately no.

Looks like I just asked for too much. I am eagerly wowing for things that are simple, and just work, at the same time I am receiving some kind of seemingly pervert joy from understading complex things.


There is this girls for example I had seen today, and we had been seeing each other for quiet some time now. Once again she Hiphopped my world. For those of you uneducated in the science of "music-ing" the world, Hiphop is the meanest procedure out there. Rocking as I imagine it is when something gets shaken and maybe a little bit beaten. Now imagine 3-4 black male twin cupboards with no sense of humor (yes, G-unit you have gessed it) and only one microphone. Now imagine what they could do to any object in the average length of a hiphop song (3-4 mins). Whoooaaaraha.. yes now you have guessed it. I would not go into detail, but this is hiphopping. Exactly what she did, even though she is just a girl with a perfect smile.

(quick thought: is there any life situation when 4 huge black males would use a microphone in the same way as a charming lady uses her smile? I can hardly think of any except this one.)

She is one of a kind, you dont meet those on every corner. That should bring me happiness, right? Also consiedering the fact that I believe she is not neutral in connection with me.. what else could I wish for? Simplicity. I just want to be the man, with a girl by his side. Sounds simple, right? Well it isnt. Rocket science is simple as the first hammer compared to this phenomena.

I know what I am to drag about next time: "Insecurity is the basis of all human suffering" oh and of course those little choclete pieces on top of ice-cream cups. You know those cracked ones that stick between your teeth. Or not.