I got the skully to face

M to da A to da S to da K
Put the mask on da face just to make the next day (c)Fuggees

You know how you meet some people on the fly. You don't really get to know them but you see them every once in awhile and chat it up about nothing important. This person can be young or old but for some reason you feel like they're alright. Not trust them with the kids alright but not afraid to eat lunch with them one day. But then time goes by and you start to see who they are, what they do but this is not from talking, just from seeing them working at WalMart, walking to the bus stop, never seeing any kids or wife.

So I start to thinking. He's a general nice guy but what happened? Why hasn't he made anything of himself? Do I see some part of me in him? If so will I end up like him? Nice guy but has nothing going for himself, just barely making the bills. Was there a mistake somewhere in life? Was he just not that smart in school or lacked potential? How do I make sure I don't end up like him? Should I sit down with him and find out everything about him so that I can do something different? Or should I find the people are making something of themselves and learn from them? The latter makes more sense but how many times am I going to see that kind of person on the street or train. Bump that what about the hobos, where did they go wrong?

Side note: I was chillin with a friend pumping gas and she decides to clean the windows and does a horrible job. To this I reply, "You would be a horrible hobo." And showed her how to properly wipe a windshield. All I know is I got a job if I got no job. Ya feel me. Is this a sign? If it is, by the end of that year I'll have a team of hobos cleaning up windshields and making bank. I'll prolly end up having to wage war with the westside hobos and take their change begging game. By the next year, I'll own half of the hobo industry in Atlanta only to be recruited as CEO of Coca Cola because I've hurt their short change bottle products. I'll miss my hobo franchise.

territory

dogs piss on theirs. There have been plenty of wars over some. Gang violence is all because of it. White people have figured out that's all you need to make big bucks in this world.

My territory is small, yet it is still mine. That spot on the couch, the drivers seat, my favorite spinning chair, my cellphone. All of it I will die for because every other animal will kill for it.

To keep it short, if that b**** don't get out of my spot on the couch, she gonna catch a elbow to her left temple.

what I'm watching

derrickcomedy.com
He's being real original and I like that. He's hilarious. Some of it is hit or miss but when he gets it, its gold. Watch out for him.




Happyslip.com
Ain't she beautiful. Go-lee, wow. She's entertaining. Not hilarious, but very honest to her craft. Much respect.



I.
Very interesting concept. They are still actors but it makes you wonder how far is big brother from invading our homes. And will we give in to it?

we have met the enemy.

And his name is I. You can be your own worst enemy sometimes. Everyone has potential and talent but for us to believe in our own selfs is harder than the rejection we fear. There almost is no rejection. If someone says no, that just means there is another way to get a yes. But most of us don't have any idea how to get the yes, so we don't try. If only I try. The more I try the better I would get. But lets be real, I'm a lazy cotton picker (a cotton picker is a slave and I believe I would have been the worst slave ever. I wouldn't have been rebellious but just lazy. I would pick just enough cotton to get by and not get beat by master).
So right now I'm procastinating. I have too much work to do so I figure I watch youtube and write in my blog. You might want to hear a story but I got nothing. Even if I did I wouldn't remember to tell you. I have a couple of ideas for youtube. I have to edit my video with my new crazy fast Mac and then its on like popcorn. They say there aren't enough black people on youtube. Who cares. I just want entertainment. Anyways black people don't have enought money to get a mac, a video camera, and free time to edit and post. So I write until I find a lucky pot of stolen credit cards and charge my life away.

I'm a .Mac

yeh son I got MacBook now homey. I'm stylin' on you. Please no strikes to the face. You know what this means, I'm finally gonna be able to... to... well nothing new but now I'm stylin on you. I got the white one is that racists. Should I have supported my race by purchasing the black affirmintive action MacBook. Oh well, I can see better in the dark with the white one. I only have to get used to the small keyboard. My wrist are already hurting from just typing this. But guest what I'm stylin' on you. I know you mad.

Thanks St. Valentine. Thanks a lot.

The day before valentines is always interesting. Tommorrow won't be any different than today except for the fact that every guy is running around trying to snatch up the last valentines card, the last box of chocolates, the last teddy bear so that their women won't be mad tommorrow. But after the gift giving and the hopeful chance of gettin' some, the day after tommorrow won't be any different than today. So you have to wonder what valentines day will be like when you are old and gray. If you are still in love than the little's thing like a heart shaped figurian will excite your companion because this day will have come and gone so many times that nothing will matter any more. But still you must participate in some way on this day because James Brown was right, this world would be nothing without a woman. So men, do your job and give a lady a valentines. She don't have to be your girlfriend or buddy(ATCQ). Just make sure every girl is appreciated tommorrow.

So to all the ladies, g smooth says, "hi".

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Freeze.
And let the thought inside consume your only soul you'll ever hold in control of this world.
Let it go.
So that in return the glorious sufferage will be what we were made for.
Take heed.
When its over, you shall be great.

hi my name is... and moms love me

so I'm at work. Tired. Who isn't tired at work? I want to find a decent job that I don't end up tired by the end of the day. Where I don't feel like I have to take a nap as soon as a I get home. And I'm tired of having to go to work complaining that I'm going to work. Damn it, it has to be done, so why do I have to remind myself I hate the place (that and getting out of bed in the morning).

so anyways I'm at work. Customer service type job. My deal is get them in get them out. Don't ask questions you don't want to hear the answer from. But every once in a while someone puts a smile to my face. Anywho, a woman walks up to my station, "hey how are you doing?"

"Fine, how are you?"

"Good. Are you married?"

my thoughts (what the hell do I looked married? I look mad young)
"No I'm not married"

"Well I have a daughter that..."

my thoughts (wait is moms trying to hook me up with her daughter?)

"...could be interested in meeting you."

my thoughts (yup, moms is pimp)

After I told her my age, she said I was too young ("Aww you're a baby"). But I realize that moms love me. Maybe they recognize what young women fail to see, a good man. But I wonder what if I wasn't too young and she did try to hook me up with her daughter, how strange would that be? What if I played the girl and then moms gonna come down on me and all? Or worse what if she was ugly? What if I never told my age and I got with the older chick? Why she so old without a man and her moms gotta hook her up?

The answer to all these questions matter not because I got 8 chicken wings for 79 cents at the farmers market. They weren't all that good but hey who can beat that deal?

My name is... and I love chicken.

what's up about nothing

I think I take a different kind of look at life. To all of those that are weak, unreliable, and no hope for the future I say throw them to the lions (which consists of a bunch of alley cats, but they got rabbies). In order to counteract this feeling I try to help as many people as I can but then that back fires. There is only so much I can help sometimes and then I want to get my shotgun and shoot somebody.

What I really wish was that I was a samuari or a ninja, you know Asians with honor. You descrase your family, you kill yourself; you have one too many babies, you kill one of them; you go to school to learn, you actually learn something, or you kill yourself. Basically, life isn't some precious thing that we all need to savor and try to make extra long. Live it! or kill yourself.

things that make me laugh

- jiggling fat people
- ignant ass people
- jello
- adult swim commercials with the funny faces (they scare me too)
- Bender
- Demitri Martin
- lots and lots of liquor
- monkeys (its been researched and proven)
- things that go boing
- a monkey with a wrench (monkeywrench get it?)
- white wanna be rappers (king of the burbs on the white rapper show)
- little kids that fall down or run into things (if you don't laugh they'll cry)

UPDATE COMING SOON...

dreaming of the amazon

forget this, I'm moving to brazil. I'm going to live off the amazon river trading goods with the locals on my boat. I'll find me a nice brazilian woman that knows nothing about a Halle Berry or a Paris Hilton or a Will Smith. All she will know is how to make a living by painting on ceramic vases and blank canvas. And she'll make love to me and only me and think of nothing better. The music we will love will be the chorus of our children running around as the river caresses the boat. At night when we pass through pirate infested waters my family will recognize me as the brave warrior who shows no mercy to those that intefere with our lives. My wife will sleep comfortablely in my arms at night, knowing that I am her protector and she is the precious treasure in my life that I will kill and survive for.

That's what I'll do. Leave all of the foolishness behind and go back to being a man. No desire for riches and gold, no want for anything better than a delicious meal. Bills, who needs them? Expenses, for what? A budget, get the flup outta here. Now if I can just save enough money to get a first class airplane ticket.

and now a moment with g smooth

g smooth on thick chicks:
"They can get it"

g smooth on older women:
"They can get it too"

g smooth on taller women:
"They can get it with a ladder"

g smooth on women with reading glasses:
"I'll throw a book at them and they can get it"

g smooth on women with kids:
"They can get it, but keep the kids at home"

g smooth on women that talk to much:
"They can get it in the mouth"

g smooth on women with an attitude:
"They can get it. Beeahtch!"

g smooth on commitment:
"She won't get it, she never will"

in the spirit of things

Happy holidays yall. Unless you brave to go against the government, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, throw in a Kwanzza because of affirmitive action. Holidays have been reduced down to one thing, being with family. This year I got no gift, I didn't want one. Just being at home with the folk that first loved was gift enough. This year actually was for the new generation, the grandkids. Oh how their little minds are blank slates ready to be filled with whatever crap we tell them only later to have that slab broken into pieces and reconstructed leaving gaps of forgotten information.

Excuse me.

So I had fun at home and now I'm back to the living dead called a job and bills to pay. Besides being able to do my job in my sleep, literally, I find nothing interesting in life anymore. This sucks. So for 2007 things will be different. Don't know how yet but that's the fun part of life: doing things that you have no idea how it will turn out.

The Find

While searching for the most of the most, the most will not see what most have already found. In search of the find.

untitled thought

I feel like saying something so meaningful, so important that it shakes the very steps of every politician, every right winged, left winged, democratic, republican, every man that shares the air on this earth, every woman the births into the this world another being of hate, love, tragedy, success. I want to say something powerful, but all I have to say is... what's a ni**a gotta do to get some food around here?

yo whats up

what's up with people telling their whole life story when they need something from you. And then they say, well this is between me and you. Well player I never wanted to know in the first place, so how come all of a sudden I have to hold a secret. That's not fair. I really don't care what happened, what the hell do you want? It seems to me like they want to sugarcoat the whole asking process. Don't mess around with me, you need something say it.

something interesting I heard a couple of days ago. Basketball and football are hood sports. Really?! I ended up agreeing with the person because, unfortunately its true. Black people are great at sports because we were bred to be but now its a way out of the hood, so many people in the hood play it everywhere. So what are the odds of my future son playing for a professional team, slim to none (unless lisa leslie is looking to have some babies). But there are other sports like tennis, golf, pool. They are still considered white sports but still atheletic therefore any black kid would dominate the game meaning: scholarships galore baby. That's right I won't have to pay a cent for my kids' college. We have to think ahead black people. Sure basketball and football are great sports (eh hem, THE greatests sports), but if your kid can run real fast, try putting a racket in his hands and see if he can hit a ball at the same time. Might be a good investment.

now let me break something down so that it will forever be broke (Love Jones). Why all of a sudden I'm the worst guy in the world because I didn't want to be with a couple of girls. I didn't even date them, there was no relationship (which I made very clear) but now I'm considered one of the bad guys. Listen, I like what I like when I like what I see. And if I don't see you in my near or distance future, you're just a for now girl. No strings, no emotion just kick it with me for a while and move on when I don't call you no more. To tell you the truth... wait a minute I could tell you the truth about yourself and the reason why you just a for now girl but I don't need all that noise afterwards. And I'm not saying I'm God's gift to man (well maybe to one special lady) cause there is a lot of things wrong with me, but I don't need the things wrong with you becoming my problem. Ya feel me. So ease back, relax, and........... Let it burnnnnnnnnnn. (Usher)

I hate youuuu
I hate youuuuu
I hate youuuuuu
You're cool.....
I hate you and I'm out! (Half Baked)

Cruisin' Like I'm Grown and Sexy

I was on a cruise a couple of weeks ago with the coolest people on the cruise boat. Disclaimer, the cruise was filled with old white people. Either way I had fun. Lots of fun. So much fun I'm now physically tired from the vacation. That and now I realize I have a lot of work to catch up on. A lot. I wish I was back on the boat everyday playing Uno at 3 a.m. That's right, there will never be a time like that here in ATL unless if I'm doing a project for school.

My greatess realization on this cruise is that I need to hang out with college graduates. Something about these type of people make me feel comfortable and urge me to continue in the reach for success. Graduates are like everybody else, probably party harder than anybody else but occassionally you will find us in a conversation with some substance and meaning. Not neccessarily intellectual, but definitely worth dicussing. There is nothing like meeting another college graduate because I feel like there are on my level and won't be labelled as stuck up or boogie. All and all I love people with some thought and at the same time love to have fun. To every other type of person I meet, good luck on trying to be associated with me.

Here are some pics:

Passing Bye

beautiful eyes, beautiful smile
beautiful walk, beautiful talk
you're beautiful but don't want to hear it
you see it coming from a mile away
taste it in the back of your throat
you almost choke, gag reflex from it all

so when i step up, there is no room for failure
can't express the girl i imagine you to be
the misuse of confidence can lead to the ignorance of your heart
will i lose it all before the touch of your soul
that i can't control but looking into your eyes is all i own
along with a smile

you're young, the sparkle of an unwritten future blinks on your eye
the idea of me included in your after thoughts is a dream
i can't wait to close my eyes and feel you inside
so let me tell you exactly how i wish this first meeting to end
to leave you with the thought that i was nice
and wouldn't mine saying hello again

Trapped

When you stepped out of bed this morning you didn't think you would find yourself here did you? Didn't think you would be trapped in a state of mind where nothing seems real but everything feels like the scorching pain you get when you remind yourself of the furture. Well now you are here. You have nothing else to face but what's in front you. Can you handle it? Oh you want to look at like you have some heart left? Jam this into your heart. There is no way out. You are too scared to end it and too weak to fight it. What you want to be over soon will last longer than you can possibly believe and you will feel every last emotion this sick and twisted world has to offer. You can't wait till you're on the other side can you? It'll soon come, till then this is life. Enjoy.

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if I can just interject. Wet willies are real!!! That means nothing to a lot of you I know but who cares. Cuz really do I ever make sense. I'm at work today staring into nothingness and secretly typing that the worst place I'm ever wasted time is right here at work. It sucks. Damn women keep cussing me out I'm a have to slap a trick.
Moving on. Music is big to me but I have nothing new. But guess what? I got a new stereo in my room. Now I can listen to my favorite tunes in the morning.
(Thoughts are incomplete)