  In my spectrum of boy-ogling, there are two kinds of crushes. There are the brief, fleeting infatuations which come on strong, triggered suddenly, and die off just as quickly. These are nice, easy-come/easy-go, make-me-smile crushes. And then there are the ones that stick.
Ah, G-Dogg, how do I love thee? Let me count the innumerable ways. An aspect of G. I have yet to explain is (was) his hair. Similar to dreadlocks, but… not. He basically went a year or so without combing it, and his (gorgeous) auburn locks formed quasi-dreadlocks that are notoriously his. And just what, exactly, could top this? How about shaving a money sign into the back of your head??
With the construction of such a follicle masterpiece, how could anyone not love him? The weekend is shaping up. It seems like Dr. Martin Luther King’s birthday will be celebrated by listening to motivational speaker Happy Watkins and later smoking marijuana. Thanks to M.L.K., I get to dwindle away brain cells and have my ass fall asleep on the bleachers at the pep con… ah, but with equality ! Affectionately… Anna 
