Another crunchy moment...

*Calling your co-worker (whom you have been acquainted with for almost a year) the wrong name. Ugh, if that doesn't make you feel like a dick, nothing will. I just did this.

On the flip side of this crunchiness, I purposefully let this new dude at work call me "Scott" for the better part of 3 weeks. When he found out, I could tell he felt like he had just stepped in gum. I felt justified in doing this since I introduced myself at work, and even at church.

Cause I spit hot fiyah?

I've gotten a few questions in regards to the name of my blog. Where did I get such a tasty saying you ask? The answer is Dylan.

Dylan, Dylan, Dylan, Dylan and Dylan.

The Natural Progression of Bachelorhood

I'm a go-with-the-flow kinda guy. When it itches, I scratch it. It just so happens that I itched for a new ride. I scratched it. Though my possessions do not define who I am, they are a symbol of my hard work and cunning.

Out with the old:

Jah Wagon of Bump aka the Legasexy, aka the Silver Sherpa.


And, in with the new:

Unofficially the Dub Truck as of right now.

Back from the vacay

Ugh. Sorry for the unannounced hiatus from SpitHotFiyah. The month-long separation has given me perspective and new shiite has come to light, man. Stay tuned for mo' hot fiyah coming soon.