Mixed feelings...

It's 3 in the morning and the end of a very memorable birthday. New York City has got to be the most beautiful, exciting, wonderful, dirtest, nasitest, rudest place on God's green Earth. This place is just jumping for no good reason. The only reason I'm inside right now cause it got too cold for me. Sivonne and Tishma both think I'm tripping about that but I'm a Florida/Cali kid. What did you expect.? But none the less, I've seen some of the best looking women that look black and just African and Cuban for reasons beyond my understanding. I'm having so much fun. Who knew? This place is crazy. All your dreams can come true at 40/40 or you can get beat up by some homo-thugs for laughing and pointing. Long story. Anyway, with all of the excitement of turning 26, I realized...it's been over a month since spoke with Kenisha and she didn't even call me on my birthday. (That hurt.) Yeah...off to Harlem in the morning. Deuce.