I know I promised you I would never leave you again, that today would be different, but regrettably after checking my Powerball tickets my mistress, you know work, continues to blackmail me with a paycheck and demands that I leave you once again and show up today.
It was Friday and the night was just beginning when I saw her across the room. Her eyes, her smile, her hair, everything about her screamed BABY I’M A STAR. She was intoxicating and she knew it, she was one of THE BEAUTIFUL ONES and I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. She looked in my direction and knew I had been staring but rather than be offended she grabbed my hand pulled me near and whispered LET’S GO CRAZY. If you had saw the way she moved you knew I could not resist so I simply replied TAKE ME WITH U. She was so damn sexy that in just a few hours I let her know that I WOULD DIE FOR U. She laughed gave me a little wink and said baby you know you’re not the first. The rest of the weekend was a blur and when I woke she was nowhere to be found. Sometimes I wonder if she was real and while I can’t say for sure, one thing I’ll always know. Real or not I’ll never forget the weekend I spend with DARLING NIKKI.
Others shun your “type” and openly mock me for embracing you. You’re not as sophisticated as the ones they hang out with. What could I possibly see in you? You couldn’t possibly satisfy all my cravings? You are nothing but a cheap imitation of the ones they love they tell me. When I speak of the passion you stir inside me, how I cannot wait to take hold of you each morning they simply roll their eyes. After all no one has ever wanted to just sit with you for hours lounging the day away. You do not have a pretty name like Colombia Nariño or Kati Kati and certainly no one has ever thought to use words from the language of love to describe you, words like venti or trenta. But none of that matters to me nor does it diminish my passion for you. On the contrary, your simplicity drives me to want you even more. Because my dear street cart, large light and sweet, morning pick me you may never have the glamour of those Starbucks drinks the others love, but you will always be the coffee of my heart.
On the next VH1 Behind the Muppet Strings – Roosevelt Franklin he was a popular character on Sesame Street, young, smart, talented and purple. Roosevelt was on top of the world following the 71 release of his best selling album The year of Roosvelt Franklin and then suddenly he was gone. Rumors of his exit from the popular children’s show have swirled for years but now in a VH1 exclusive we talk to Roosevelt himself and find out the truth about what really happens on Sesame Street. Jealousy, betrayal and backstabbing all on the Next on Behind the Muppet Strings.
If life has taught me one thing it has taught me
Don’t blame it on the sunshine
Don’t blame it on the moonlight
Don’t blame it on good times
Blame it on the boogie
We were lost and no one knew what to do. Then came the word from the projects known as Bronx River, It came in the voice of the great philosopher Afrika Bambaataa who told us what we must do Rock Rock to the Planet Rock Don’t Stop, he said and from that day we we went forth and all the party people have been funky