Thursday, May 22, 2008
Peace out, see you at the top...hopefully!
A.L.S.O--You say ur addicted to weed, hell i'm addicted to cheese...trynna cut that shit out, like I did the meat...I flow with such ease, when I should be asleep.......and CUT! (I'm such a clown and I LOVE it.)
QUOTE OF THE DAY: George Washington Carver “Fear of something is at the root of hate for others, and hate within will eventually destroy the hater.”
TRACK OF THE DAY: First thing that came to mind...Haha, some LAAAZZZZZZZY MASE. Sleeping while trying to do a one, two step!
Thursday, May 15, 2008
I consider myself to be a cool girl…I mean I can get down with the homies, but then throw down in the mall to help a few girl friends find banging ensembles. I think I give pretty good advice, relationship or just playing the bootleg “life coach.” Although most of my friends would say I think like a man, hmmm, I never really understood that nor do I agree that I have “a man’s mentality”. I have one girl friend who thinks I always seem to agree with her fiancé more than I do with her. LOL. I wouldn’t necessarily say I think like a man…I believe I tend to go with the more simplistic dealings. I just don’t use as much brain power or try to rationalize the irrational, which men also choose not to do. That’s just me being easy going and looking at situations from a different point of view, where both parties could be considered right. LOL. Mutable or versatile is what most people would call me because I’m down to earth and cultured. That’s nice to know, but it goes deeper than that…I fight a constant battle…HOMEGIRL Syndrome. Yes that’s right, I’m sure you all could probably guess anyway. I didn’t fully understand it until now. Exhibit A “I just love chillin’ wit you, you’re like one of the HOMEBOYS!” Exhibit B “We’re too much alike, you’re too good to be true, something must be wrong with you. We get along like me and my BOYS!” Wait a second, aren’t both exhibits samples of what would be contained in the recipe for a healthy, open, communicative relationship? Especially, when it’s someone that you might potentially be interested in or would like to be in a committed relationship with? I guess not. I’m sorry my eyes light up when I see a gaming console or I give criticisms on a real deal, no sugar coated watered down opinions, can keep the “brotherhood code” and not mess up my boy’s game. I know I’m not rough and rugged looking, so how does a girl like me get passed being looked at as the homegirl? My answer to my own question is this: I don’t. Instead-what is to happen is the following…that guy, “the one” finds me. For the moment, until he comes along, being the homegirl is how I have power over-in determining who I choose to date. I change for no one. The way I see it, if any of the above statements are mentioned and I’m interested in an individual and those are his excuses for not taking it to the next level…he’s just not ready. Plain and Simple. He might just be intimidated by me because I’m not easily fooled. He’s really only setting me up good for the next dude (hopefully Mr. Right) the one I know so well, it’s impossible for him to lie to me, we think like each other-like our brains are on the same wave lengths, I feel what he feels and vice versa, we can have long deep conversations and most of all he TRUSTS me. Not really his loss for breaking the news to me, I mean we can still be cool…I understand, don’t think you’re hurting my feelings and killing my self-esteem. Everything just ain’t for everybody, and he clearly was not for me in that way. It just makes me realize that I am damn near close to perfect! Haha. I just gotta wait on my counterpart to find me. Also being the homegirl, helps me keep my standards real high, like right up in the nose bleeds, it allows me to be picky as hell, with men trying swing talks my way. I frown no more on being the homegirl, I raise my head high and feel proud that I can relate and avoid being bamboozled. I vent to my boys when girls just wouldn’t understand, hear the females and their mistakes so I don’t have to repeat AND lessen my chances of becoming involved in anything named drama! I can’t and will not dumb it down to be just A girl.
Of course, out with a track…oh so fitting as well, see videos below. Peace!
P.S. Does anyone own R. Kelly's 12 play album without a crack in it? Did you like me get tired of lending it out and having to just spot it when you went to check a friend?
A.L.S.O Does R. Kelly ever listen to his old stuff to maybe get back the definition of real R&B?
S.E.E. Keenan Ivory Wayans used to be the shit, where'd he go?? I loved his show for the brief moment it was on...to this day...I'M GONNA GIT YOU SUCKA is one of my favourite movies.
Rib Joint Customer: Ya got any soda? Hammer: One dollar. Rib Joint Customer: Aw, c'mon, now! Look out for a brother, man, c'mon, yeah. Check this out: why don't you let me get a sip for fifteen cents? Hammer: My cups cost more than fifteen cents! Rib Joint Customer: All right, fuck the cup. Pour it in my hand for a dime!1 more!
Cheryl: Well, after you left, he started getting into drugs and stuff. Things got really bad when he... Jack Spade: Well, what? Cheryl, come on! Cheryl: He started wearing gold chains, Jack. Jack Spade: Oh, God, no!
MARINATE ON BOTH VIDEOS!!
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
I’ve realized that I’m not the only one who currently is in this F everything mood, wanting to just change everything from job to lifestyle. I thought about it last night-When I don’t have a job, I seem to stress less about how my bills are going to get paid and where is money coming from when the savings account has gone dry. Right now I’m between a rock and hard place because I have put myself there, and like a child who crawls between the coffee table and couch sitting, contemplating, which way to use to get out. Here I sit confined between a job I dislike (my coffee table) and my passion (my couch, my comfort.) I could quit my job, break it to my parents to get a cussing, with their old school mentality they just wouldn’t understand what I meant by me following my passions-although there would be no immediate monetary gain. I’m still wondering what will be that push for me, in reference to Jim Rohn…Is it my boss GIVING me my pink slip? Or me just sitting at my desk one day with the usual headache I get daily when I step into work and smell corporate politics and the bullshit of shadiness...then just saying…I QUIT, keep my mags and notepads, I’ll take the coffee cups! Then I snap back to reality and say it’s not that easy…I’m not gonna lie, I haven’t learned to make certain sacrifices as yet…like not buying shoes, seeing the latest movies by myself, eating out, damn going out. Sometimes I think if I ate meat again would that solve the problem, I mean my grocery list would be chopped by like 75%! Money saved. Anyway, I got up real early this morning with Scrabble on the brain as I continue my quest on beating my homeboy P Plus in a game. It’s not that I suck, I mean Scrabble and Scattegories are my favourite games I just didn’t think I would find my match, this son of a gun P Plus who keeps beating me…like creeping up on me….slow kill…beating me…simply because great minds think a like, I guess…(no not really haha). Before I get carried away with Scrabble…I’m actually ready for work, sitting here…writing…waiting for time to run out slowly, before I check into day prison like some kind of criminal. My crime…holding passion and love hostage, conspiring in every aspect, taking advantage/abusing time, being a prodigal, indulging/participating in the underground society of shoe fiends. I guess I have to serve my time until I get my scared straight experience. Do you remember the scared straight video series back in middle school?? Damn, kids would probably laugh at that shit now, or recognize a friend or cousin, it’s a shame. Life is not meant to be figured out at times it seems, especially now. Time, time, time, everything happens with time, well either time is moving too fast or I’m moving too slow and in dire need of stepping my game up. Whatever it is…I’m trying my damn hardest to make myself happy and do what I want…and I will get there. Leave this peoplesoft/ceridian payroll thing behind unless I’m doing it for myself, the daily nag of someone delegating a task to me, not because they are overwhelmed with work, but to hide the fact that they REALLY don’t know what they're doing. Well the change starts with me, right now, I’m off to get what belongs to me from someone, something. It starts with one thing…ME BEING ON TIME FOR WORK, since I’m walking on thin glass with tardiness. Don’t get it twisted though, if I loved my job, I would be on time everyday, it’s just the 30 minutes it takes for me to contemplate if today is the day I walk in there and grab my blue mountain box and say…SEE YA NEXT LIFETIME….well today is not the day, I’m out. PEACE!!!
TRACK OF THE DAY....Only fitting
Sunday, May 11, 2008
B.t.w--Happy Mother's day to all the single mother's that have the full-time job, raise their children the best they can, on a system way tighter than the government's!...AND ABOVE ALL...are civil with the father's for the well-being of the child.
A.L.S.O--I believe the children are our future, teach them well and let them lead the way...show them all the beauty they possess inside...give them a sense of pride......(yeah I know what you're thinking.)
S.E.E--Raise your hands if like me, you told your mom you liked turkey and mustard sandwiches like the other kids at school..(but really you didn't, you just wanted to be cool cause all the other kids had it. You didn't wanna bring corned beef or shredded curry chicken sandwiches!) and for months steady you had to be throwing your lunch out or keeping it at the bottom of your school bag till your mom wondered what that stench was...and realized she oughta stop buying it.
I just thought I would give a shout out to my mom. I love her to death, she pretty much was a single mom, who always did her best and tried her hardest to please me, with whatever money she had. She always kept me looking fly, with the latest sneakers, no matter how high and pinch my cord pants were, how bright my socks were, and how tight my shirts were....I was the FIRST person on the whole elementary school yard to buss a pair of high top Fila's with the thick ass bottoms, or my favourite shoes EVER...L.A. LIGHTS! But she slipped up one time on keeping me looking cool...here it is...I had asked for a SONY walkman with the MC HAMMER...Please Hammer, Don't hurt em...TAPE...I wanted to bang out to U Can't touch this and Have you seen her. Anyway mom comes home and says she got me a walkman and the TAPE I wanted...I open the bag to find a no name yellow and grey walkman and MC Hammer's Let's Get It Started tape. I told my mom it was the wrong tape and of course the response I got was...the other one you asked for was too expensive, it's still MC HAMMER, what's the big deal? So here I was trying to sell the song "Son of the King" to all my friends as one of the illest Hammer joints. Booooo! Needless to say the ear phones stopped working after like two weeks and the tape got taped over with lunch countdowns from AM 640. I love you mom!
Ok I'm really out.
Track--MA DUKES--FRANK AND DANK!!