on my time

lately I've been venturing into this business idea that involves me doing a lot of work that I enjoy. The only problem is that when I talk to other people and I mention how slow I want to move, they take the joy out. Honestly, I don't "love" to make money (I'd love to have it, but making money just reminds me of paying bills). So when people are pushing me to get a million clients by tomorrow, quit my job, and open a factory, I feel like they are sucking all of the fun out of my dream job.

I know at some point you have to work hard for what you want, but then at the same time I'm supposed to enjoy what I do. I don't enjoy working hard. Let me correct that, I don't enjoy working hard to get paid. I know, what an oxymoron. But if you've ever worked on a hot summer day in the yard of your parents' house just because they needed some help then you'll understand why I hate working hard for money. When you are working because you love your parents, the reward is the love from your parents. You have to agree that is more valuable than money. When you work hard for money, you never feel like you are getting paid enough. It becomes a game of greed vs. cheap.

I explain this because in my business venture, I've decided not to pressure myself with other folks ideas of trying to make a million dollars by the end of next year. I know I will continue this venture because its all beginning to make sense and I feel a close attachment to it. Don't get me wrong, I want to have a lot of money from this business one day but if I only make $200 by the end of this year I don't believe I will have failed. You must account for my involvement in the timeless beginnings of love.

Only one

Because of a very good blog http://www.verysmartbrothas.com/1984-and-more-how-important-is-spreading-the-right-seeds/ I have decided today to have just one child. I figure since these little hoodrats are covering the earth with "no chance" kids, I'm going to do my part and have just one kid.
That's right just one. One little monster to make mistakes. One little genius to make me rich. One little brat to spoil with love.
I think its time we start following all of China's rules. More schooling. Two babies max per couple.
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Rush Limbaugh has rights

I never do recent political drama but I'm all amped in NFL news because of fantasy football (its my first year).
Rush Limbaugh got money. He wants to buy ownership of a football team. Wait a minute he's an outspoken racist so he can't right? Wrong!
He has every right to. To assume that there aren't any racists owning a large group of black people in america is ridiculous. The only difference is that they don't get paid for talking in a racist manner. But I'm sure they do far more racist things. How long did it take before a black coach was allowed?
Accepting that there are racists in this great land is a hard pill to swallow because we don't know what that will mean. I think most people would fear that slavery will come back. But as much as we accept black people to hate all whites, we should start to realize white people don't like black people either.
And this why President Barack deserves the Nobel. Only he can help this nation solve its issues.

*wow. Two political topics. This is insane. I guess I'm becoming just like my father.
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The content of my character not the content of my jeans

I had a special moment this morning. A revelation if you will. I've heard the saying don't judge people because only God can judge, so many times as a scapegoat for flaws in ones life. I've always been against that. I invite people to tell me what they think. Its absurd to think that I don't care what they are thinking. If I didn't care I would go to work in boxer briefs everyday (they comfortable).
What people shouldn't judge is what I have. We all can't afford they same things. That doesn't mean you're better than me because I decided to eat for a week rather than get the latest pair of Jordan's. That's unfair. Judge me for the decision I made to stay alive. So the next time I show up to work in nothing but my superman boxers, don't judge the color of my shorts. Judge the decision not to include the cape.
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frozen chest hairs

i'm sick... again. How sad is this? I usually get sick two or three times a year. And when I do I get over it with out any pills or going to the doctors. In the past 3 weeks I've gotten sick twice. Now I'm taking allergy pills when I have the flu because I'm too stubborn to go and get the right stuff.

I hate being sick. Its like your whole body is losing in a bacteria war. My mother keeps telling me to go to the hospital and get medication. She's really just scared that I will die from h1n1 because she got it and she keeps a tab on how many people have died this year from this strand. Its going to take a whole lot more than some media hyped disease to get me.

Its my fault I'm sick a second time. Winter is coming and I decide to sleep bare chested with just a bed sheet. So naturally it gets colder early in the morning than in the day and night. So as soon as I woke up I could feel it in the back of my throat.

Oh well. No matter what, I'm back to work tommorrow.

Greatest love story ever told

Last night on NBC the ending and the beginning of a great (if not the greatest) love story ever told. Jim and Pam from the hit show The Office had their wedding.
This relationship is close to my heart because of the trial they had to go through. Both Jim and Pam were in love with each other from the start. You could always see it in Pam's eyes that if she wasn't engaged with the wrong guy, Jim was her soul mate.
Now some say Jim should have been more of a man and claimed Pam from jump street. I believe this is the worst idea. Every man knows that if you steal a woman from another man, she will more than likely leave you later for the next guy. Plus out of respect for man law you don't break up another mans love. Now, in the words of R. Kelly , "don't get mad if your chick decide to leave with me... Quit running around here bitchin and tighten up your game."

I guess I'm more in love with the whole relationship because its the same way I would have handled it. I don't think he knew he was going to marry her before they got together (so that cheesy line was a little far fetched) but when they combined, I think he realized it.
But really this post is to correct a statement I read on another blog that Jim was a bitchass. Well i'll be damn! I didn't know being a gentlemen was a bitchass move these days. Listen. Love goes through a journey. Real love does. All the other stuff just isn't real. It just ends up in divorce or an equal hatred for one another. So learn people. Learn from the great stories of our times. And this is one of them.
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Constant flow

My constant state of mind is in a constant state of rhyme
So when rap a line I'm in a constant state in time

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who am I?

new job. New people. New sh!t to deal with.

So I've been staying pretty quiet in training until yesterday when I decided to have a fun and crack jokes during a game of "who am I?": basically an ice breaker game. Everybody was so surprised that I was cracking jokes and having fun. I know who I am: the fun loving nerd who takes over a room when necessary.

Now everybody thinks I'm some kind of comedian when really I just like to have fun when it is allowed. I won't disrupt the class for my amusement. I'm not really looking for new friends. I don't care if I'm by myself. I feel like I've figured out the kind of people I want around me. I choose not to talk to the rest, yet they think I'm just too quiet.

I like being quiet. It gives me a chance to understand people. That way I know how to deal with you in the future; whether or not I should waist my time with you. So they can think I'm shy, but really I'm just an efficient socialist.