Refuse 2 Lose 2 The Game

….”I could do it better”. Lately I’ve heard those very words from a handful of grumpy young women outside a local convience store. You could do better huh..(oh boy!). Meeting new people, trying to decide what role they’re auditioning for in your life. Hurting feelings. Others attempting to hurt yours. Changing your mind. Wasting time.

I’ll make a wager that these chicks didn’t always get the results they were actually looking for. It surely takes a special brotha to share his most favorite spot on the couch while making that sacrifice to watch “Mercy” over NBA basketball on TNT.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m a casual fan of the “giddy” feeling you get when you connect with that new person. The “anticipation of what’s next”. That’s what I call the gratifying part… which could be absolutely fabulous with a capital “F”….but during that process you tend to encounter folks of ill repute who have nothing but selfish deeds and cruel intentions .

Honestly, I resent that the human need for companionship have brought people into my life who had no business being there whatsoever. Dating felt similar to a stressful, low paying job with no benefits. And just when you’re about to bail out and call it quits, a quick spark of spontanaity pops out their azz which keeps you around just a little bit longer.

We all tend to be more attracted to what’s missing in our lives. Anything else just dosen’t suffice. Unfortunately, many are lost to “the Game”. The hokey pokie dance we somehow find ourselves obligated to do. Hmmp! I’m all for decorum but there just seems to be too much foolishness, script and heightened false expectations with the idea of what people expect you to be.

I think I’ll pass…Love you T:)

Baggy Saggy: The Sad Saggy Pants Phenom

I’ll could never really understand the whole big white T and baggy pants phenomenon. Everybody seems to be rockin’ the style which was intiated in the prison system to determine who was available for a lil’ bit of strokin’ and pokin’….if you know what I mean. Now is that how you like to be associated?….for some, maybe so. Hmmm…Sometimes I even wonder if there’s actually two people in them digs. I’m sure it’s pretty difficult to run knowing you’re fitting the perfect descrip of the common criminal so why wear them. You’re definitly drawing the wrong type of attention to yourself. Solution: Don’t look the part and separate yourself from the stereotypical profile that’s been assigned to you. It’ll surely make life a little bit easier. I’m sure of it.

2 Exist or 2 Live

I’m always preachin’ about the silly irony of life. In how it’s so freakin’ simple to live as if things will never change and that everything you see, do and hear will be the same as you see. To no fault of our own, it’s just how most folk exist. If only more of us could learn the importance of living for each individual day, loving and taking care of everything in it with sincerity and intent…with purpose, everything wouldn’t be as bad. One’s quality of life would be that much more enjoyable without any external changes necessary.

Going through the motions and expecting that the future will be exactly as we planned is a risky and naive habit that I must admit included me… but in all of this, I’ve learned an important fact: We all deserve to live and live well. And that includes cherishing the present day like it’s your last.

Waving goodbye to an emotional, self actualizin’ end of summer gave me exactly what I needed. Not just a warmer jacket but an opportunity to come clean with myself and to really wrap my weird mind around some pretty important points… to revise my values. reorganize my principals, priorities and beliefs.

So ask yourself…Is it about time to wash away all the bullshyat and keep the good to make it even better?

Life is just too short not to… so live and just NOT exist

Liar, Liar Pants on Fire

– Ok, I’m having a moment and simply need to vent, rant, rave or whatever you wish to call it….

Isn’t it funny how some folk can always talk only about themselves all the friggin’ time? Dont get me wrong, it’s nothing wrong with sharing your life experiences, accomplishments and achievements for you earned that right…but share the platform gymshoe. Damn!

After a while, you just wanna go run for the hills and avoid like the swine flu. What makes it even worse is when you know that everything that pours out of it’s mouth is a lie. That’s right, I said it. A lie. I rebuke you!

Now Im suppose to show face and refrain from pulling your whore card to only spare your over inflated falsified ego? Man puleeeze! I may just have to re-examine your story and watch you stumble….and you wonder why noone invites you anywhere.

So If you don’t have anything truthful and honest to say then please just keep it simple and say absolutly nothing. Chances are it’s best for the both of us:)))

Removing the Lumpy Stuff

As I gaze outwardly at the world around me I continuously ask myself what is it that substantuate true happiness and joy. For many it’s the worldly posessions of materialistic value, for others it’s acknowledgment and recognition from others. But after all is said and done, do you truly feel satisfied and complete?

 

Peace of mind appears to be the best beyond the rest. The value of self and those you love makes for the most gratiftying of recipes. I would much rather share my time and life with those who appreciate and value from a more mutual perspective. Why all the noise you ask? No apparent reason I suppose. It simply seems to be the season for such expression. Carrying the burning torch of self expression has left me for a bit but has returned with a fevor pitch. This may appear to make no sense whatsoever and thats fine for I need to sift my thoughts like flour and remove all the lumpy stuff. Man, I knew I shouldn’t have drank that dayum taquila last night….oh boy!

Tankin’ with the Backstreet Boyz

The scotch tape with the CD is the absolute TRUTH! I’m sure noone is gonna think twice about cypherin’ any gas from this…lmao.. the owner made SURE of that. I guess this is considered “keeping it real”. Pretty tacky stuff. Gives me an idea of what I can do with that lame azz Backstreet Boys anthology given to me last Christmas. Shut up, yeah I said it! Dayum this is straight up ghetto fabuloso!…

Where’s the shame?

Letterman’s Casual Confession

Okay, so this bewildered dude has been trying to get back on the writing bandwagon but my brain is still more than a wee bit befuddled by blissful thoughts of love and companionship…

Ugh.

Thank the gods it’s the weekend…woo-hoo!

I plan to rest up this weekend…indulge in some daddy-son-tammy time, eat alot of carbs…and then of course catch up on all the crap that has been piling up in my in-box.

I’m a big fan of David Letterman going way back to his NBC days which is why to publicly stun his studio audience with the confession that he has had sex with women who worked for him and exposing someone for attempting to extort millions was absolutly priceless.

Gasp.

And get this…the accused is an award winning producer from another CBS show 48 Hours Mystery.

Can somebody say Daaayyyummm!!

Well.

Ummm.

Yeah.

…..the mere thought of Letterman and sex is actually making me believe there’s hope for every dude to get a peice of ass.

Shudder.

Mmmhmmm, but it is hard to turn away even as it turns my stomach…kind of like when someone accidentally stumbles onto a Discovery Health Channel mystery freakish surgery episode and can’t break away.

Whew!

Chicago’s Blues

Despite making the trip to Copenhagen in a serious effort to steer the Olympics to the streets of Chicago, the high powered Obama/Oprah delegation was unable to bring home the gold. Well technically they were eliminated first, so they ain’t even get bronze….What’s lower than bronze? Aluminum? Equivalent to a Pepsi can…or Copper? Equivalent to a penny…a dayum penny. Wow man, that’s pretty fuc-in’ embarrassing when all you heard for the last several months was Olympic bid, bid, bid…yadda yadda yadda…bid, bid bid…you get the point.

But on the nicer side, let me take this time to offer my sincere condolences to my fellow Chicagoans. I say condolences because if you were to judge from the looks on the faces of the many you would’ve thought that they had lost loved ones or something. My goodness people it’s the Olympic Games for crying out loud. It’s not like major league baseball just announced that the Cubbies were moving to Des Moines or something. Sheeesh, now that’ll be a nightmare. So c’mon and get a grip of yourselves. We had no real shot anyways. Not after 8 years of George Bush (yes I went there republicans) and South America never hosting any of the games before.

Since the bid came up short, you know there were those who took this shyat beyond serious reveling in the fact that millions of “real Average Americans” just missed out on a once-in-a-generation opportunity for job creation and economic development. I beg to differ. This was definitly a blessing in disguise for there would’ve been a good n’ plenty on the short end of the stick.

Oh by the way, there were major bucks given to the city through fundraisers and contributions for financial support. Now that the games were assigned to Rio, where is all that contribution money going? Maybe to help fund the deplorable inner city schools for books and after school programs? Yeah right, seems just too right.

In all actuality, someone is about to have some deeeeeep azz pockets and they’re surely not mine…only in Chicago man. Only in Chicago.

Introverted with a Lamma…Michael

I ran across this rare interview of Michael Jackson where he’s introducing his infamous pet lamma Louie. What an interesting relationship. The stare into Louie’s eyes was pretty intense & uncomfortable to say the least.

Afterwards Michael reluctantly answers questions and appears incredibly shy. How do you make hit after hit, blow the stage to pieces with groundbreaking performances and yet be so introverted. To pick his psyche would’ve been such an experience for sure. Rest in Peace.

Shamelessly Criminal

Allow me to put these names in huge caps so even Stevie Wonder can read em’…ok maybe not but still….TERRENCE NICKS,KEITH NICKS,MAURICE DAILEY, & CAROLYN TOWNS. These disturbed, self absorbed, incompetent fuckers were actuallly diggin up bodies, dumping em’ like trash then reselling the damn plots. What kinda person would do such a thing? Not to mention this occured in a historically established African American Cemetary! They literally found Emit Till’s coffin dumped in a pile of trash! Emit Till man! Are you fuc-in’ kiddin’ me! I suggest they keep these dumb asses in isolation cause I’m pretty sure someone’s looking to dump a body or 4…if you know what i mean. Dayum people, when does the madness ends?