I spent roughly an hour yesterday, off and on, thinking about how good Jay-Z is at commanding the stage by himself and how seeing On The Run changed my life.
I thought about how there are numerous other B-level rappers and minions on the stage at normal rap shows to help with delivery and crowd hype, but not with HOV. That dude completely owned everyone all by his lonesome. Sure, he had Beyoncé at certain points, but is that helpful or a stick in the spokes of his own performance? And think about having to follow OR precede Beyoncé songs? Was he scared? Was he pumped? Either way, he killed it. He fucking killed it, man. HOV forever.
I also mixed these thoughts with how long it would take me to make greek steak wraps with fresh yogurt sauce (not long at all, very quick), then how pumped I was eating said meal. Did I want a bowl of cereal? No time. Gotta keep it moving. Banana it is.
On today's thought agenda, in between one million work assignments, obvs, was.... napping, how much I love ginger & honey body oil mixed with my baby oil gel so my skin smells expensive as fuck while getting softened. Also... do I need another perfume to mix it up? Who am I? What will I eat for dinner? Why are all the stores all out of Tazo pumpkin chai mix?! It's too early!! Am I really going to be ready to bring the energy for all the tailgating for UM/State this weekend? I'm definitely making goat cheese stuffed peppers. Those sonsabitches were delicious. Delicious!
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