Thursday, July 30, 2009

People Who Can't Spell...

I have a special place in my heart for people that can't spell... I don't mean typos (we all make those from time to time) or people with bad grammar... like people who put "don't go their" instead of "don't go there" or "your right" instead of "you're right" That I just find annoying or funny depending on the situation... well today, I went to Sbarro's for lunch... I usually cop the baked ziti with some chicken (I swear I've gotten this shit like 6 days straight... it's THAT good...) but today, I was running a little late so I settled on some pizza... so I ask the homie behind the counter for two slices of supreme... so he hands me the two cartons and this is what he wrote...


And at first, I thought my dude just had a brain fart and fucked up without realizing... but then he did it on the second one too...


And that's when it hit me that my dude just really can't spell... and I know usually I talk shit about people for a laugh but stuff like this is not something I joke about... my dude is a grown-ass man and he really can't spell... that breaks my heart, B... I mean, I know most people don't have a penchant for grammar or spelling like I do (it's the English major in me, I guess...) but the fact that this dude gets a million orders a day for slices of supreme pizza and thinks that this is how you spell it just makes me feel bad for him... but I mean what can you really say to that? "Yo son, you spelled it wrong"? He's gonna feel like shit... and I know some asshole probably sat down to lunch with all his friends and talked dumb ignorant about him and that just makes me madder about the whole situation... and everytime I go back to this Sbarro's I'ma see him and ask for supreme pizza and he's gonna spell it the wrong way again... and I'ma feel like shit yet again... this could've all been easily avoided if I had just left on time and got the fucking ziti...

I'm not tryna joke on anybody when I say this but I really want people to read and write more... get your grammar skills up... it can't do anything but help... that's non-fiction from your boy HW...







In other junk food news...
I think I may have a problem with Ben & Jerry's Chocolate Macadamia... (this is from the week BTW, not today... so shut the fuck up... LOL...) this ice cream has single-handedly allowed me to gain a good ten pounds back on the 30 I've lost over the summer...

Another Guilty Pleasure of Mine...

The new season of The Real Housewives of Atlanta debuts tonight... I'll be watching... LOL

Double-You-Tee-Eff #91




I'm not even sure where to start with this one... why would a person NEED an AK-47 if they're not doing anything illegal...? I mean, what kinda regular-ass nigga just keeps AK's in the crib like that? Secondly, if an AK is $500 and a car is clearly more than that, why not just go get an AK if you want one that bad? LOL... it just seems like a ridiculous promotion to me... and don't even get me started on the whole God, Guns and American Pick-ups thing homie started talking about at the end... LOL

Unless they look like this, that is...

Because these are bad ass...

Air Jordan 12 "Flu Game"

I don't know if it's the logo or the nubuck... but something about these just isn't sitting quite right with me as of yet...

This... Looks... BANANAS...

Food for Thought

Ripped from Ben Baller's blog:

"As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will. You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it's harder every time. You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You'll fight with your best friend and lover. You'll blame a new lover for things an old one did.

You'll cry because time is passing too fast and you'll eventually lose someone you love. So take too many pictures, laugh too much and love like you've never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back."


"A friend of mine opened his wife's underwear drawer and picked up a silk paper wrapped package: "This, - he said - isn't any ordinary package."

He unwrapped the box and stared at both the silk paper and the box.

"She got this the first time we went to New York , 8 or 9 years ago. She has never put it on, was saving it for a special occasion. Well, I guess this is it. He got near the bed and placed the gift box next to the other clothings he was taking to the funeral house, his wife had just died. He turned to me and said:

"Never save something for a special occasion. Every day in your life is a special occasion".

I still think those words changed my life.

Now I read more and clean less.

I sit on the porch without worrying about anything.

I spend more time with my family, and less at work.

I understood that life should be a source of experience to be lived up to, not survived through. I no longer keep anything. I use crystal glasses every day.. I'll wear new clothes to go to the supermarket, if i feel like it.

I don't save my special perfume for special occasions, I use it whenever I want to. The words "Someday..." and "One Day..." are fading away from my dictionary. If it's worth seeing, listening or doing, I want to see, listen or do it now. I don't know what my friend's wife would have done if she knew she wouldn't be there the next morning; this nobody can tell. I think she might have called her relatives and closest friends.

She might call old friends to make peace over past quarrels. I'd like to think she would go out for Chinese, her favorite food. It's these small things that I would regret not doing, if I knew my time had come.

I would regret it, because I would no longer see the friends I would meet, letters... that I wanted to write "One of these days".

I would regret and feel sad, because I didn't say to my brother and sisters, son and daughters, not times enough at least, how much I love them.

Now, I try not to delay, postpone or keep anything that could bring laughter and joy into our lives... And, on each morning, I say to myself that this could be a special day...

Each day, each hour, each minute, is special.

If you got this, it's because someone cares for you and because, probably, there's someone you care about.

If you're too busy to send this out to other people and you say to yourself that you will send it "One of these days", remember that "One day" is far away... or might never come...

No matter if you're superstitious or not, spend some time reading it. It holds useful messages for the soul."

I Guarantee...


This is the dopest thing you've seen in the last six weeks...

LMAO

LOL... how do you get those two things confused?

Double-You-Tee-Eff #90

*DEAD*

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Kanye Has Lost His Fucking Mind, B...

(NOTE: I think Kanye is literally THAT dude... homie's fashion, music and general swagger-- we REALLY need a new term that means this, but I digress-- and in no way, shape or form am I hating because to be honest, I love the nigga... ok, back to regularly scheduled programming)

Kanye is gone... like... GONE... LOL... first off, there was 808s and Heartbreaks... dope concept? Sure but let's be honest, it was far below Kanye's usual work... and we all know if it was ANYBODY ELSE who tried to pull that off, they wouldn't be called a musical genius, they'd be laughed out of the music world never to be heard from again...

Then there was this whole "King of Pop" comment he made... like I said, I love this nigga... he's no Michael Jackson... period... I'm not even the biggest MJ fan but let me be perfectly frank... NOBODY IS FUCKING WITH MICHAEL JACKSON WHEN IT COMES TO MUSIC... I'm not saying it's always going to be like that... but for the next 100 years, I don't see that shit happening... until somebody makes a Thriller, it's not going to happen... and since I don't see how anybody who could top that shit, it's not gonna happen... so to call yourself the New King of Pop is like me referring to myself as the next Perez Hilton (super major incredible pause) I'm just a regular blogger... I don't even make gwap off my ads, clearly, I'm not gonna do what he (she?) did and get famous off of it... that being said, Kanye, you are not the new King of Pop... you're simply Kanye...

A message from kwest on Vimeo.


Now this nigga wants to be called Martin Louis the King...? What was wrong with Louis Vuitton Don? Nobody's fucking with that shit... when you get a nickname as flawless as LOUIS VUITTON DON, you stick with that shit... you can't improve on perfection, mydude... MLtKJr just sounds wrong... not even disrespectful but just... dumb... and for this nigga to have this much swagger (there's that word again) in this video while maintaining this ridiculous ass moniker is straight idiotic... and this is where your boy HW has to step in...

Kanye, I understand you will probably never read this (and if you are reading it, send a nigga a pair of those LV jawns in a size 13... appreciate that ahead of time) but seriously... it's time to put a stop to the antics...

College Dropout, you were semi-humble... Late Registration, you were all out arrogant and I couldn't even hate on that shit because that album was so fucking raw I couldn't do shit but love that arrogance... now you're starting to worry me... can I just get a pair of Yeezys that won't kill my whole budget next semester and hear some good music...? All this other shit is just getting in the way... And Martin Louis the King, Jr...? REALLY? I'ma need you to rethink that one...

100.

10 Things NOT to Say to a Black Man...

I got this off of Lemondrop.com and just to entertain myself (and hopefully you) I thought I'd throw it up...


10. "So what sports do you play?"
I've been asked this on multiple occasions... more directly, I've been asked "what position do you play?" referring to me playing football... shit is mad annoying... in their defense, I did play football at one point and still look like I do... LOL... but I don't play anymore so stop asking me that shit (at least until next March when the semi-pro season starts again)

9. "Do you work here?"
The only time this didn't bother me was when I worked at Foot Locker (they have the striped uniforms if you weren't sure) and people would ask me and I would say no and start laughing... you think I came outside rocking a fucking referee's uniform? But when I'm out somewhere and someone asks me, I'm just like Martin

@3:17 "No I dooooooon't... see, because I don't work here... Why does a brother have to work at the shoe shop? Can we shop?"

8. "I heard jail is really scary."
I imagine jail is a very scary place... I wouldn't know nor do I plan on ever having to find out... I'd advise you to ask one of those niggas who keep going in and out... they must like something about it to keep going back after they get free...

7. "Hey, you look like, 'insert famous Black guy's name here.'"
Out of all the ones on this list, this one bothers me the most and ironically is the one I hear the most... Motherfucker, I don't look like him... just because we're both dark skinned, we look alike? GTFOH... Stop giving me the "You look just like Cedric the Entertainer" speil...

6. "I love your name, it's so ethnic."
This one doesn't apply to me... my name sounds mad cornbreadish... LOL

5. "Do you know where I can score some weed?"
Motherfucker, how do you know I'm not a cop? I don't smoke... even when I did smoke, I never had to search that hard to get some... nigga EVERYBODY has weed... LOL... why are you having to succumb to asking random strangers about weed salesmen...? If I wanted weed, I could get some here in 10 minutes... the fact that you're struggling to find some weed, let's me know that you should probably stop smoking...

4. "I've never dated a Black guy before."
Why the fuck should I care? Am I some type of medical experiment? Is it supposed to make me feel better that I'm going to be your first experience with a Black guy? GTFOH...

3. "I love fried chicken, too."
Who doesn't? Peep Dave Chappelle

Chicken is fucking delicious!!!

2. "Oh, I thought it would be bigger than that?"
I've never had a chick say this to me (not like I'm gassing myself up like I got a huge dick or something... just sayin'...) and if a chick says this to you, I weep for you... it's bad enough we gotta compete with these porn star ass niggas who carry 27-inch cocks and around in suitcases but then for a chick to come out of her neck and say that RIGHT TO YOUR FACE? Damn, homie... real talk, if a chick said this to me, I'd just put my clothes on and leave... LOL... what can you say to some shit like that?

1. "So is it really that big?"
I don't know why this made the list... LOL... this is a good thing to say to any man, whether he be Black, green, yellow or mechanical robot...


100.

Super SLOOOOOOOOW Motion...


I think stuff like this is dope... not sure why... just is... it's crazy how some things happen so fast we don't even really notice them... and that slap didn't even look that crazy... LOL... if he would've really slapped the shit out of him, just imagine how that would've looked...

Ummmmmmmmmmm...

At what point did ANYTHING about this picture become a good idea...?

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

You Know What...


I really want people to stop filming themselves... SERIOUSLY... LOL... this is becoming an epidemic...

One More 911 Call!!!


That was a terrible joke but I still laughed...

WOWZERS!


You'll never see a shot like that again in a million years...

How Dope are Treehouses?




When I have kids, I defintely want them to have a dope treehouse... just so they have their own little space... plus when it's time for the grown-ups to do what grown-ups do, I can send them outside for a "camping trip" to the treehouse... LOL...

You Serious, My N'...?

ugabear1 look here lil boy u better stay in a lil boy place before u get hurt

So this afternoon I get on my Twitter and this is a PM I've received... allow me to back up... Saturday night, I was bored as fuuuuuuuck... Nicole had gone out with a couple of her friends and I didn't have anything to do, so I was spending my time dLing music (BTW, IF YOU DON'T HAVE G.o.D. JEWELS "GLORY OR DEATH" GET IT OR KILL YOURSELF... IT'S THAT GOOD) and bullshitting on Twitter... my girl Chanae (follow her on Twitter!) threw up a Ustream so I joined the chat just to see what the hoopla was all about... to my surprise it was actually kinda cool and I think we were in there for a good three or four hours...

In any event, Nae was telling me about this dude who had tried to get at her and needless to say she wasn't interested... so this dude proceeds to make a diss song about her... yes, a diss song... did I mention he was a rapper? Yeah, he's a rapper... well, I guess technically he is... but realistically, he'd better serve the planet by killing himself...

First off, who makes a diss because a chick isn't trying to give you the cakes? What kinda lame ass nigga does this? Second off, who makes a diss song that's straight basura...? Think I'm lying? Peep... this is straight off homie's YouTube (now I warn you, don't listen to the whole song or your head will fucking implode):



See what I mean? What kind of self-loathing person would put some shit like that out to the public but still have the nerve to call themselves a rapper...? So back to Saturday night, she's playing this music and me, Nae, my girl Taylor, and the homie Hawk (follow them too) are just going in on this dude... like repeatedly... it wasn't hard to eat this dude alive because as you can see, his music is BASURA... so I'm begging Nae to holla at this dude to join the stream so we can air him out to his face... she keeps saying he won't come because the last time he was there, they aired him out even worse... the best she could do was give me a link to the YouTube and his Twitter page...

On both, I told him straight up... "dude, that shit was hot garbage..." PERIOD... today, I get the aforementioned message calling me a "little boy" and I better leave him alone before I "get hurt"...

LET'S BE CLEAR...

If you suck at something, don't get upset with me, my nigga... improve YOURSELF... if you were dope, I wouldn't have shit to say or I'd be hating... and seeing as how I'm not a hater type nigga, I wouldn't even form my mouth to give you anything but praise... but my dude, YOU FUCKING SUCK... there's no other way to put it... what do you want me to say? "Keep at it"? "You're doing your thing"? But you're not, B... you're not even a below average rapper... Soulja Boy would give you the fucking BIZ in a battle, my dude... do you understand what I'm saying to you right now? Don't get me wrong... Soulja Boy is doing his thing as far as getting money goes but let's be serious, my dude's lyrical content is severely lacking... but he would lyrically DEMOLISH your garbage ass... I'm not even a rapper and I'd kill you... Doo-Wop is just starting to form sentences and SHE would annihilate you... you're just wack, homie...

As far as the "I'll get hurt" comment... homie, anybody can talk tough behind a computer screen... let's keep it one-hunnid... you don't want it with me... I guaran-fucking-tee you that, my dude... don't let this correct grammar and this whimsical attitude give you the idea that you would do anything to me, homie... LOL... I got dudes HERE, in my own state, that know me, son... they know I'm not the type of dude to fuck with... I'm a cool head most of the time but I'm the wrong type of nigga to fuck with because generally, I don't give a shit... I'm built that way... it's in my genetics to generally not give a fuck about dickheads like you who talk tough because I'll make you prove that shit homie... It's niggas here that put in work that know the deal with me and you think I'm concerned about a garbage ass rapper from Mississippi? You fucking SERIOUS, B? David Banner should knock your fucking head off your shoulders for even trying to rep M-I-Crooked Letter... you make diss songs about chicks on Twitter that aren't trying to give you the time a day and you think that makes you a G? LMAO... are you fucking kidding me? You lopsided-head-ass nigga... it would be in your best interest to stay to yourself and keep making your little songs because the last thing you wanna do is pique my attention again... I guarantee you that... consider this your warning shot... the next time, I'm aiming at your head, chest, liver, lungs, your fucking eyeball sockets and your stomach, my dude... NON-FICTION...

100.

Another Gem from YouTube...

LMAO @ "I think we're dying!"

10,000 Hits!!!

Nothing but love and appreciation for any person's eyes who've graced this blog... SPECIAL SHOUTOUTS to my 25 followers and all the people who come here multiple times a day just to see what my crazy ass has put up... I do this for ya'll, man... I mean that more than ya'll will ever know... peace and blessings...

I will always keep it 100.

Monday, July 27, 2009

Double-You-Tee-Eff #89

The reason I'm WTFing this post is not because Stephon Marbury is crying in this first video... it's perfectly ok for a man to cry even if it's a song that moves him to do so... (even though I think it's a little strange to BROADCAST yourself crying to a song... but that's just me...)

This post is a WTF of Stephon's general behavior... this crying being the first example...



Then there's this:

(@3:38, you're in for a surprise if you've never seen this before...)
"I do this to get closer to God"

And let's not forget about this gem:

"I think ima average 12-13 dimes, 2-3 assists, and 5-4 boards. and if I need me to play a different position i think i can get more"
"That's my better hoe--my better half... MY WIFE!"
"I wanna see the spit on your mouth!"




LMAO... Stephon is a trip, B...

I Can't Be the Only One...

...that thinks these are incredibly dope... Am I?

LMAO


Stay in school, kids...

Sunday, July 26, 2009

More Internet Ridiculousness

First off, et me apologize for my absence this weekend... but between Twitter, Ustream and dLing some new music, my computer has been otherwise occupied this weekend...

AYO, if you've got some time on your hands check out MESSDRESSED.com... shit is fucking hilarious... I spent a good hour there today in utter shock and disappointment... LOL... hit them up, B...

Ya'll be easy...

Friday, July 24, 2009

Pool NBA Jam


This is dope sauce...

Funny Signs



It doesn't take much to make me laugh... LOL

New Music


Jay-Z feat. Rihanna & Kanye West - "Run This Town"
click here to download

My Thoughts On...



I actually watched both parts of BiA2 and I must say, it was inspirational to me... not many people know this, but by the time I turn 30, I want to open up a daycare-daycamp-private school type of instituion that's geared towards helping little boys become positive, progressive Black men... now, this isn't to exclude Black women because I know they all need that same guidance as well but for now, at least in my mind, it's going to be towards helping little boys...

But I digress, I really loved this series and I almost wish it came on every week because these are the images I feel like aren't put out there enough... if we're not rapping, in a movie or about to be charged with some crime, we're not often found on the television...

But each segment brought about something that made me think and that always makes for good television... ok, enough dick-riding... LOL... here's some commentary on a few of the segments...



Malaak Compton-Rock's "Journey for Change"
I thought this was a really dope idea just because it's always beneficial for little Black kids to see some things other than what they're around all the time... if you spend all your time in the projects with no reasonable motivation to leave, you're gonna be there for your entire life... STUCK... I also liked how they focused more on the kids than the founder because anybody can get in front of a camera and talk about how beneficial their program is even when it's not... so the fact that they focused on the kids was something I thought was definitely necessary... the parts about them going to Africa was kinda crazy to me... not crazy like it was bad... it's just that, we often forget just how fortunate we are and just like one of the little boys said, you could throw them an old shirt and they'd be so grateful for it... I know our standard of living is nothing like theirs but I don't think about Africa often just because I feel like we have enough problems here but I don't think I would mind setting up something like a fund that helps some of the people over there... I think we all should... especially when there are so many orphans over there from their parents getting AIDS... that type of shit gets to me...


Principal Steve Perry's Capital Prep

To me, this was one of the more compelling pieces simply because it's an issue that has always plagued us as a race... we're always told that Black students simply CAN'T do better as a whole... and the fact that he has a damn-near nonexistent dropout rate while maintaining that 100% of his graduates in a college is more than enough of an accomplishment to me... if I lived ANYWHERE near Hartford, CT, my kids would be enrolled in his school... and it's crazy because I always give Paige shit for going to private school and it's only because I went to public school and I get so tired of this air people have about going to a private school... all it told me was that your parents have gwap to send you to a different school... it didn't necessarily mean you were going to be any smarter, any more well-behaved, a better citizen or any of that shit... but I can honestly say that when I hear about a story like this, it makes me change my mind a bit... I mean, I still think public schools would be fine with a better quality of teacher trying to reach these kids but I can also admit that a school like this one is probably the only type of private school I would send my child to...


Saving Black Marriage

This was probably one of the things I thought was the most endearing... Black people as a whole just seem to have some generally fucked up relationships... I don't need to point out all the problems with them because they can easily be seen just by the people in your own lives... so anytime someone can not only get married but be devoted to that marriage to the point that they're willing to get some counseling, that's the type of stuff that I think is dope... personally, I plan to have some pre-marriage counseling as well as counseling during my entire first year of marriage... that's the only way I'll do it... because I have been in a lot of dysfunctional relationships (not just dating, but friendships as well) and although I believe in the power of prayer, but I also believe in the power of counseling... I've had it all throughout my life and I can see the differences in myself before, during and after... that being said, it was really great to see this one particular couple do everything they were doing to save their marriage... getting married is one thing... being COMMITTED to that marriage is quite a different thing... and too often, people aren't committed to marriage and it makes me wonder why they bothered in the first place... I just think marriage counseling allows people to get all of their issues out on the table and have an objective person come in and try and help... too often in life, if there's a problem, we'll go to someone we know will be on our side to complain to... and your partner does the same thing and nothing gets solved because it's always well "I'm right and you're wrong" instead of both people seeing both sides... I think counseling allows that medium ground where two people can meet and find a way to come up with a solution together...


Doctor tries to find cure for breast cancer
Breast cancer is always going to be one issue that is important to me simply because my mother was diagnosed with it back in 2004 and it's something I've never really been able to talk about... I'm not sure why because she's beaten it and has been healthy ever since but it's like one of those things that haunts me... when they were talking to one lady in particular who had had cancer on a bunch of different accounts and had to have her whole right breast removed, it immediately was tugging at my heart... when she showed her scar, it really hit me hard... my mom has a small scar on her chest that you can see whenever she wears a slightly-too-low shirt and it just hurts me everytime I see it... I literally look away and just feel like shit inside... I don't know why I feel this way because that scar saved her life but it's like... I don't know... I just worry that if I get married one day and my wife gets cancer and has to have a breast removed, will I still feel the same way about her? I feel that I won't... and that's another thing that fucks with me... because that's the point when she'll need me the most and I'm not even sure that I'll be able to be there for her like I'm supposed to be... and that proposed guilt is just eating away at me... I'm not sure why...


Tyler Perry

I fucks with Tyler Perry... to my surprise, a lot of Black people don't because they feel like he's cooning but I've honestly never felt that way and my coon-a-meter goes off at the slightest detection... now while I don't think either of his shows are that funny, I've always enjoyed his movies and most of his plays... to me, Madea and Brown are simply there for comedic effect... if that's all his movies were about then it wouldn't even be worth watching and I simply would not... however, the fact that he tackles issues that even we, as the Black community, will not talk about (child abuse, child neglect, marriage issues, domestic abuse, etc. etc.) is enough for him to get my $9 on ANY movie he produces... to me, if you're only there to focus on Madea and you don't get a sense of the message that he's putting out there, then you need to reevaulate yourself... and that's just real... if for nothing else, you have to be able to support a brother who's putting out movies that are about more than pimping, crack-dealing, gangster bullshit... most people I know don't do that shit so why do I need to see it in a movie? That being said, the homie has a new movie coming out in September and I've included the trailer for your enjoyment...


SUPPORT TYLER PERRY!!!!




All that being said, I thoroughly enjoyed BiA2 and I can't wait for Reclaiming the Dream on August 1st & 2nd because I feel like that's going to be even better than this one... Soledad O'Brien is on top of her shit... LOL

Ya'll be easy...

A Little Something on the Side...

So I was over at UndressingHER and I came across this blog he put up... he's talking about married people who either let their husband/wife cheat or bring in another person for them both to have sex with...

Now let it be understood, I've never been married... but there are just some things that are not gonna fly in my marriage... you fucking another dude...? Completely out of the question... like... nah, not even a second thought... if you feel like you need to have sex with somebody else, then we need to get a divorce because what you're not going to do is get my permission to have another dude blow your back out... that's just simply ridiculous...

Now for this whole other "let's-bring-in-another-person-and-get-extra-freaky" shit... I mean, with the right couple I guess it works if you just want to add some excitement but understand what's going to happen... either it's going to be really, REALLY bad or it's going to amazing... if it's really bad, then you're in the clear... you can probably laugh about it later on and it'll be a joke and you won't have the desire to go there... but on the flipside, if it's really great... it's only going to make you want to do it again and again and that's when the problems will start... again, that's just my two cents... maybe it works for some people...

The type of dude I am, another dude fucking my wife isn't appealing... not by any means... now a common joke with me and Nicole is all the dudes who try to talk to her when I'm not around... matter of fact, the last time I was at home, we were laughing at this Wal-mart dude because he always tries to flirt with her and this time he saw me with her, so, of course, he was on some hush-mouth shit... I think stuff like that is funny... so it's not like I'm one of those insecure dudes who doesn't like dudes looking at his girl or whatever... but another dude having sex with her is definitely where the line is drawn...

The bottom line is this: if you foresee ANY sexual issues... any at all... don't get married... I know a lot of people will say "sex isn't everything" and you people should shut the fuck up... sex isn't everything and no one has ever claimed it was... but if you think a healthy marriage can exist without sex in it, you should kill yourself...


Ya'll be easy...

LMAO


Thursday, July 23, 2009

Tradition Be Damned!!


Me and Nicole are definitely doing this at our wedding...

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

GTFOH Nike...

I had to wait all this time to see this half-assed dunk? Ya'll were making it seem like duke dunked on LBJ with the power of God or something... if anything, it was just a slow defensive rotation rather than full-fledged facial... what a waste...

Black in America 2

I'll be watching tonight... will you?

Double-You-Tee-Eff #86

I don't give a damn how funny this is supposed to be, how can two people be friends after this? After a dude throws his sack on your face while you're sleeping, I think it's fair to say ya'll can't be friends anymore... in my case, we're not gonna be friends because one of us will have mysteriously come up missing (I'll let you figure out which one) but even for someone who's not as violent as much, how can ya'll hang out after this? Because you know as soon as you're out, he's gonna bring it up...

You'll be chopping it up with some random J.O. you're trying to knock down and he'll come over cockblocking on some "Hey remember that time, I threw my sack on your face" shit and then just walk off... terrible... you can't come back from some shit like that... you are not smashing after some shit like that is said even if you can play it off like he's only kidding...

What possesses a dude to do some borderline gay shit like this in the first place?
I've never had the urge to do something like this so I need to know where it comes from... maybe I'm just thinking too much about it, but I don't see how one can say they're heterosexual but think it's funny to lay their balls on somebody else's visage... just my thoughts...

Fresh

Even though I personally can't fuck with wearing loafers without socks, this is a good look...

My Father Doesn't Have Cancer...

So yesterday, my mom called me and informed me that my dad actually does not cancer... he simply had a tear in his intestinal wall (don't ask me how that happened...) and surprisingly to me, I told her that was great news and actually meant it...

I don't know why... usually I wouldn't care... so why do I care now? It's fucking with me...




Ya'll be easy...

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

My New Motivation!

I don't expect most (hell, I don't expect any of you) to read this but I read it today and it's gotten me dumb motivated!! I can't wait to hit the gym again tomorrow...


"So, what are you doing for a living these days?" Bob asked me. We're sitting on the couch at one of those tedious holiday get-togethers, you know, the ones where you're supposed to be nice to family members you never see except during major holidays and funerals. I think Bob is my wife's brother-in-law's second cousin or something.

"I'm the assistant editor and a writer for Testosterone magazine," I say. Bob looks at me with a blank expression on his face, as if I'd just told him I sell handmade testicle warmers beside the freeway and was looking to open franchises across the nation.

"It's a bodybuilding magazine," I say.

Blank expression. Deer caught in the headlights. Ronnie Coleman doing trigonometry.

"Oh," Bob finally says, "I heard you were, like, one of those bodybuilder guys or something. So, what's that like, you know, working out every day and stuff? I just don't have time to lift weights all day, but I have been meaning to get rid of this beer belly." He takes another sip of beer. "What do you suggest?" Sip.

At first I was a little offended. I wanted to grab him up and say, "You can't tell I'm a bodybuilder?! Look at my ass! Now, if that's not a nice round squat-built piece of sirloin, I don't know what is! You think that comes naturally? I can crack walnuts with this puppy! Wanna see? Huh, punk? Do ya? Do ya?"

Then I realize this just might cause a scene and could cost me several Christmas presents. I was planning on returning any presents I got and using the money to buy a power rack, so I didn't want to jeopardize this gift getting opportunity. I also realized that old Bob probably had a certain preconceived image of a bodybuilder and I just didn't fit that image. I'm not gorilla huge; I weigh about 205 at 5'11" right now. (When I first started lifting I was a pudgy 159, so that's not too shabby.) Also, I wasn't wearing clown pants, a fluorescent string tank top, a hanky on my head and one of those little fanny packs. And isn't that what real bodybuilders are supposed to wear?

Bob continued to sit there drinking his Natural Light, smoking a cigarette and waiting for an answer, oblivious to the fact that he'd come this close to seeing some serious walnut- crunching ass power. I tried to figure out how I could explain to the average guy what the typical T-Man does and why he does it. How could I get him to understand what it is we do, how we feel, how we live? So I took a deep breath and told him something like this:

"Well, Bob, I guess you could use the term bodybuilder if you really need a label for what it is we do. Most of us actually don't stand on stage and compete, though. We lift weights and manipulate our diets so that we'll look good naked. Sure, it's healthy too, and we'll probably live a longer and more productive life than the average guy, but mostly it's about the naked thing. Truthfully, it goes beyond even that.

"Let's be honest here. We do it because of people like you, Bob. We look at you sitting there with your gut hanging over your belt and we watch you grunt and groan just getting out of a chair. Guys like you are our inspiration, Bob. You're better than Anthony Robbins, Bill Phillips, Deepak Chopra, and Zig Ziglar all wrapped up into one. We love it when guys like you talk about not having time to exercise. Every time we see you munching on a bag of potato chips, you inspire us. You're my shot in the arm, Bob, my living and breathing wake-up call, my own personal success coach.

"You want to know what it is we do? We overcome. We're too busy to train, too, but we overcome. We're too busy to prepare healthy meals and eat them five or six times a day, but we overcome. We can't always afford supplements, our genetics aren't perfect, and we don't always feel like going to the gym. Some of us used to be just like you, Bob, but guess what? We've overcome.

"We like to watch 'normal' people like you tell us about how they can't get in shape. We smile and nod sympathetically like we feel your pain, but actually, we're thinking that you're a pathetic piece of #*#% that needs to grow a spine and join a gym. You smile sheepishly and say that you just can't stay motivated and just can't stand that feeling of being sore. (For some reason you think that admitting your weaknesses somehow justifies them.) We listen to you bitch and moan. We watch you look for the easy way out. Because of people like you, Bob, we never miss a workout.

"You ask us for advice about diet and training and usually we politely offer some guidance, but deep inside we know you won't take our advice. You know that too. We smile and say, 'Hope that helps. Good luck,' but actually we're thinking, 'Boy, it would suck to be you.' We know that 99% of people won't listen to us. Once they hear that it takes hard work, sacrifice and discipline, they stop listening and tune us out.

"We know they wanted us to say that building a great body is easy, but it just isn't. This did not take five minutes a day on a TorsoTrack. We did not get this way in 12 short weeks using a Bowflex and the Suzanne Somers' 'Get Skinny' diet. A good body does not cost five easy payments of $39.95.

"We like it that while you're eating a candy bar and drinking Mountain Dew, we're sucking down a protein shake. You see, that makes it taste even better to us. While you're asleep we're either getting up early or staying up late, hitting the iron, pushing ourselves, learning, succeeding and failing and rising above the norm with every rep. Can you feel that, Bob? Can you relate? No? Good. This wouldn't be half as fun if you could.

"We do it because we absolutely and totally get off on it. We do it because people like you, Bob, either can't or won't. We do it because what we do in the gym transfers over into the rest of our lives and changes us, physically, mentally, maybe even spiritually. We do it because it beats watching fishing and golf on TV. By the way, do you know what it's like to turn the head of a beautiful woman because of the way you're built? It feels good, Bob. Damned good.

"When we're in the gym, we're in this indescribable euphoria zone. It's a feeling of being on, of being completely alive and aware. If you haven't been there, then it's like trying to describe color to a person who's been blind since birth. Within this haze of pleasure and pain, there's knowledge and power, self-discipline and self-reliance. If you do it long enough, Bob, there's even enlightenment. Sometimes, the answers to questions you didn't even know you had are sitting there on those rubber mats, wrapped up in a neat package of iron plates and bars.

"Want to lose that beer belly, Bob? I have a nutty idea. Put down the fucking beer. I'll tell you what, Bob. Christmas morning I'm getting up real early and hitting the iron. I want to watch my daughter open her presents and spend the whole day with her, so this is the only time I have to train. The gym will be closed, so I'm going out in my garage to workout. You be at my house at six in the morning, okay? I'll be glad to help you get started on a weight training program. It'll be colder than Hillary Clinton's coochie in there, so dress warm.

"But let me tell you something, Bob. If you don't show up, don't bother asking me again. And don't you ever sit there and let me hear you bitch about your beer belly again. This is your chance, your big opportunity to break out of that rut. If you don't show up, Bob, you've learned a very important lesson about yourself, haven't you? You won't like that lesson.

"You won't like that feeling in the pit of your stomach either or that taste in your mouth. It will taste worse than defeat, Bob. Defeat tastes pretty goddamned nasty, but what you'll be experiencing will be much worse. It will be the knowledge that you're weak, mentally and physically. What's worse is that you'll have accepted that feeling. The feeling will always be with you. In the happiest moments of your life, it'll be there, lying under the surface like a malignant tumor. Ignore it at your own peril, Bob.

"Don't look at me like that either. This just may be the best Christmas present you'll get this year. Next Christmas, Bob, when I see you again, I'm going to be a little bigger, a little stronger, and a little leaner. What will you be? Will you still be making excuses? This is a gift, Bob, from me to you. I'm giving you the chance to look fate in those pretty eyes of hers and say, 'Step off, bitch. This is my party and you're not invited.' What do you say, Bob? Monday, Christmas morning, 6am, my house. The ball's in your court."

Okay, so maybe that's not the exact words I used with Bob, but you get the picture. Will Bob show up Monday? I don't know, but I kind of doubt it. In fact, Bob will probably take me off his Christmas card list. He probably thinks I've got "too much Testosterone," like that's a bad thing. I think Bob is just stuck in a rut, and as the saying goes, the only difference between a rut and a grave is depth.

The way out of the rut is to make major changes in your life, most of which won't be too pleasant in the beginning. The opportunity to make those changes seldom comes as bluntly as I put it to Bob. Most of the time, that opportunity knocks very softly. What I did was basically give Bob a verbal slap in the face. You can react two ways to a slap. You can get angry at the person doing the slapping, or you can realize that he was just trying to get you to wake up and focus on what you really want and, more importantly, what it'll take to get it.

If you're a regular T-mag reader, I doubt you need to be called out like Bob. But maybe you've caught yourself slacking a little here lately. Maybe you've missed a few workouts or maybe you started a little too early on the usual holiday feasting, like, say, back in September. Just remember that the time to start working on that summer body is now. The time to get rid of those bad habits that hold you back in the gym is now. You want to look totally different by next Christmas? Start now. This isn't because of the holidays or any corny New Year's resolutions either. The best time is always now.

Christmas day I want you to enjoy being with your family and friends. I want you to open presents, sip a little eggnog and have a good meal. But if your regularily scheduled workout happens to fall on December 25th, what will you be doing at six o'clock that morning?

That's what separates us from guys like Bob.



I've been slacking a little on my workout as of late but no more, B... I can't WAIT for the gym tomorrow!! LET'S GET IT!!!

Is Porn Cheating...?

I was over at Bossip and they had this story about a lady who came home and "caught" her dude jerking off to some porn... so she commenced to kicking his ass and cutting him with a kitchen knife...



Isn't that a little excessive?



I mean, it's one thing if you're doing it so much that it's a problem... or if you would rather watch porn than fuck your girl/wife, etc... but if you're girl isn't there and you're horny, isn't masturbating better than having another girl up in there? I guess I've just never thought of them as the same thing... if I came home and my girl was playing with herself, I can't imagine myself being like "Yo, what the fuck are you doing? You playing with yourself when I'm not around?!? Where's my goddamn knife?!?!!!" LOL... see even putting it like that makes it sounds ridiculous... it's just masturbation... I just think it's insane that this lady was allowed to kick this dude's ass over some porn...

In my opinion, it goes back to insecurity and an unwillingness to do what your man wants... because 1) if you're secure with your shit, there's no reason for you to be worried about some lady on a videotape that your husband will never meet/never fuck and probably never even have a chance with... and 2) if your man likes head and you hate it, how you gonna be mad at him for still wanting it? Instead of cheating on you, he's compromised by just watching it... if women would do even half the things they do in porn then the whole industry would collapse (well, maybe not because you still have those dudes who get no cakes that buy a new tape every Tuesday afternoon... LOL)

I guess it should all be talked about in the beginning of a relationship... if it's gonna be a problem and you REALLY like porn, then clearly that relationship isn't for you... LOL

Double-You-Tee-Eff #85

Man Does a Year in Jail After Not Paying Child Support on a Child That's Not His

This is why I have little faith in our justice system... how the fuck is this dude in jail? This chick manipulated the fuck outta him and now he owes on a child that's not even his?? So he's in jail taking the place of the person who should REALLY be there? Straight up and down bullshit...

Chi-City Airing Out Keri Hilson!!!

Women and Male Strippers...


I put this video for two reasons: 1) it's obviously hilarious that ol' girl literally got her wig snatched off... (why dude kept rockin' her when she was clearly too embarrassed is beyond me) and 2) to show just how wild women get at these little all-nude review things... you will NEVER see a woman stripper be able to do all that to a dude... and I've seen other videos that are far worse than this one... I just think it's crazy that a woman will let a stripper do all these things to her but they will get mad about their man going to a strip club where touching isn't even allowed...


Double standard ass females... LOL

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Am I Wrong for Laughing...?

What's the difference between a black father and a large pizza?A large pizza can feed a family of four

Double-You-Tee-Eff #84

Que is wildin'... first all that crying shit this season and now he's done this to himself...? SMH...

Breaking News from Twitter...

Last night I threw this up...

Today all is well...


Friday, July 17, 2009

dope.


Not Even Close... LOL

Ebony Magazine did this article back in 1985 about what they thought Michael Jackson would look like in the year 2000... ummmmmmm... yeahhhhhh...

Who Thought This Was a Good Idea...?

Hilarious

Double-You-Tee-Eff #83

I'm not condoning robbery but basically, this dude lost his job and went on some Fun With Dick & Jane type shit and started robbing banks so that his wife could maintain the lifestyle she was used to... after he gets caught, what does she do? She divorces him... saying “There comes a point in a woman’s life where you have to draw the line... I deserve to be free.”

What kinda shit is THAT? He was doing it for your ungrateful ass!!! Like the dude said in the article, shorty was only there for the money... if he had lost his job and been working at McD's, she wouldn't have stuck by the homie either... the robbery charge was just a convenient excuse... and before I hear anybody's mouth, we're talking about a MARRIAGE... not just some random relationship... not a dude who's just being greedy... dude was just trying to feed him family... This shit got me seriously mad when I read about it... how you gonna talk about you're embarrassed because you had to get two jobs? A real estate agent and a masseuse? GTFOH... ain't like you weren't strippin' during the day and hookin' at night...



You disloyal ass hoebag...

Two of the Funniest Ads Ever...

Kimbo Slice & UFC

Kimbo Slice is gonna be on season 10 of TUF? Oh I'm definitely watching... hope he kills somebody in his first match... LITERALLY...





Coming in September...

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Would You Cheat if You Could Get Away With It...?

I was looking at this survey online somewhere and it was like 74% of men said they would cheat if they could get away with it and I was astounded... I've always been an advocate of men's rights in relationships (like I'm in PETA or something... LMAO... excuse my theatrics...) and when ever women would be like "all men are dogs... they ain't no good... blah blah blah..." I've always been the one in our corner like "nah, most dudes aren't like that..." but this survey confirms it (well, if you believe in random surveys, anyway...)

In my opinion, if the only reason you're not cheating on your significant other is because you're afraid you'll get caught, then clearly you're in the relationship for the wrong reasons... if I knew I wouldn't get caught, then fine... but I wouldn't do anything because of that reason... if I'ma cheat, I'ma cheat... period... I think it's dumb to cheat just because of that reason...

"A Party Ain't a Party..."

I ain't know Queen Pen was stacked up like that... WOWZERS!

Lauryn Hill Once Said...

"Don't be a hard rock when you really are a gem..." and while I feel like she was talking to the women on that particular line, I have one for my niggas:



"Don't be a hard rock when you really are a Jim..."

I'm so tired of dudes walking around my campus claiming to be thugs when they know in three semesters, they're gonna be some Jim-Halpert-ass niggas... I mean it's one thing to keep it real... I try to keep it one-hunnid at all times... I've done alot of things I probably shouldn't have as a youth, but I'm in college so that I don't have to do those things again... I don't try to glorify that shit (I don't think I've ever even mentioned it on here...) because I feel like I'm in a different place now... why would I keep talking about some shit I'm trying to get away from...? However, here at ECU, you'd think it was a fucking Mafia movie the way some of these dudes talk... if you going around telling niggas how many guns you bust and how you sell weed outta your dorm room, are you really doing it? No, doing it, you are not... who brags about selling weed? That right there lets me know how much of a fucking simp you are...





Moral of the story: Don't be a Dundler-Mifflin ass nigga talking about you commit crimes... Dwight Schrute doesn't bust guns, my nigga...

How is This Sexy?


This ass is ridiculous... and not in a good way...

illDOC Does It Again...

Everytime I see this dude's videos, he's speaking nothing but truth...

I Miss the A-Town Stomp...


"only a honky can fuck up this simple dance step" aahhhshaddap

I know that was blatantly racist but I'd be lying if I said I didn't bust out laughing when I read that shit...

I miss the A-town Stomp... why you may ask...? Because as minimal as the movements were, it was the one thing a person could do and still be considered a dance... and because of that, as a big dude, it's the one dance I could do without looking like I was trying too hard... and I used to go HARD for that shit... freshman year at ECU I was killin' that shit... LOL... my homie B was from Queens and he was damn near mesmerized by that shit... he used to be like "Ayo, do that dance, son!! Do that shit!" LOL... I miss those days...

Had to throw up the joint that (at least in my opinion) got the whole dance popped off...




P.S. Remember throwback jerseys, pinwheel fitteds and baggy jeans...? Man, what a difference five years makes... LOL... now niggas is on this Prince-Kanye West-Lupe-Pharrell type steez...

Spoilers

Why do people get so bent outta shape about spoilers...? I'll be on NT sometimes and someone will post a thread about a recent movie... he'll ask a question about some random part about the movie in his post and of course, the next post will be some asshole complaining about the post talking about how he's ruined the movie for him... WHY DID YOU COME IN HERE?!? Obviously the discussion was going to be on the movie... what else did you think they were gonna be talking about? If I missed a basketball game on TV, I wouldn't go on ESPN trying to see the highlights but not wanting to know the final score...

Don't be a dickhead, you jerk... just stay outta the post... ok, rant over...

This is My Joint...

"Spaceship" - Kanye West feat. GLC & Consequence

Why am I just now seeing this video for the first time? I love this song though... it truly encompasses how I was feeling last year when I was working... LOL

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

New Tyler Woods...


This guy's dope... do not sleep... shouts to John Holland on the camera work...

Double-You-Tee-Eff #82


I wish I could make this stuff up...

The Dopest MJ Tribute Tat I've Seen Thus Far...

courtesy of The A.R. Experience

Can Your Ex Still Be a Part of Your Life...?

So I was over on Bossip and they posed the question on whether it was appropriate behavior for your ex to still be a part of your life after you've broken up and gotten with someone new...? For me, I think anybody is fair game as long as they respect your relationship... if your ex was a bitch when ya'll were dating but has since changed her ways and just wants to be friends, I don't see the harm in that... it'd be completely different if she's changed and knows you have a girl but is still trying to get back with you... everytime you talk to her she's talking about ya'll should be back together, then hell nah, ya'll shouldn't be friends because she clearly has alterior motives...

This has been the case in a lot of my relationships and I've always thought it was nonsense and in most cases it was... some females are just insecure... I'd be more worried about the NEW friends than EX-girlfriends... LOL... if you dating someone and then your man pops up with a "new friend" that he's always talking to, he's probably about to smash that... I'm just sayin'...

Currently, I don't have any ex-girlfriends as friends (Quin's about as close as it comes to that and we haven't talked on the phone since like December some time...) so I guess I'm not the best one to answer this question even though I've had plenty of dealings with them in the past but I'll say this... if your girl is gonna have a problem with it, you gotta decide to either get rid of the old girlfriend or the new one... until you do, it's gonna be problems...

Double-You-Tee-Eff #81

Why is he worth $60 million dollars, Kansas City? This is why ya'll stay losing... you just spent all that money on a glorified back-up... SMH...

I saw this on another blog and thought I'd throw my two pennies up... you know how your boy HW does it... LOL...






When I was sixteen or seventeen I was having entirely too much sex with too many random people... granted, I wouldn't change a thing that happened because it helped to mold the person I am (and it's only God's will that my penis didn't turn green from some incurable disease...) Those times were fun (not just the sex, but just being completely reckless) and I think it's one of those things that as we get older we tend to look back and think "how the hell could I have been so stupid...?" Was it stupid? Of course it was... if I could go back to 2001-2002 and do it all again, would I? You bet your fucking life I would...

Did you ever see that episode of the Simpsons where they were over in Japan and the tv show kept giving them seizures... I've never laughed that hard in my life... I need to find that on youtube somewhere now that I'm thinking about it...

I've had wine only when chillin' with my girl... to me, it has no real affect but it makes me feel a little more sophisticated... LOL... even if it's just some cheap shit... but what's more dope than "I had wine with dinner"? Nothing I tell you... nothing.

I did something out of my character on the 4th of July... I let my dad have his way... me and Nicole had stopped by to visit my mom and my sisters and this nigga comes in the crib and starts asking me to make him food and take pictures and shit... 2002 Hard Work would have snatched this nigga wihtout a second thought... but 2009 Hard Work has learned to be a little bit more calm... and plus me and Nicole had had a great weekend and I didn't want to spoil it with my own selfish motives... so I kept getting his food... (he sent me in the kitchen at least four times) and I took his fucking pictures (even Nicole will tell you I didn't smile once) and I generally tried to be a good son... even though Nicole thought it was admirable of me to do that, I still feel sick to my stomach about it...

People feel that I'm becoming too much of a different dude than I used to be... I agree... I'm a lot different... but I'm also the happiest I've ever been... I think people want me to be on some Mary J. Blige shit where my best work comes when I'm going through shit... but when I'm happy, nobody wants to hear what I have to say... I really think that's the gist of it... misery loves company and when people used to be miserable, they'd come to me because they knew I was already there... now that I look at the world a little different, a lot of people steer clear of me... at first, it bothered me... I'm one of those people that feel the need to be well-liked by the majority of people I come into contact with... as time has gone on, I've learned to not give a fuck... most people are shady anyway...

I was never sloppy with other people's feelings... if you made a conscious effort to be a part of my life, I allowed that... so if you're not in my life and you really want to be, you have no one to blame but yourself because you either A) said/did some fucked-up shit and now I could give a fuck whether you wake up tomorrow or B) you didn't really wanna be in my life as bad as you think you did... point bliddank...

Ten or fifteen years from now, I can't wait to look back and see the great person that I've become... I'm sure I won't still be blogging by then but I just feel like anybody's who's been in my corner will see what a great person I've become and be so happy for me... and all the other hater niggas who've always looked at me for what I was now instead of the person I KNEW I was going to be will look like dumbasses for ever doubting me... and I won't gloat... I'll just be chillin'... gloating is for when you didn't realize you could do something and were being all timid at the beginning... then when it happens, you don't want niggas to realize how scared you were on the inside, so you feel you have to counteract that with talking shit saying how you knew you could do it the whole time... I already know what it is with me... I'ma just let my future do the talkin'... non-fiction...

I saw this bin with a baby in it one time... shit freaked me the hell out... I didn't know what to do or who to call... but then I just realized I was daydreaming... so I wrote a poem about it... LOL

I have more love for Melody Nicole Cook than I ever thought I would... not because there's anything wrong with her but in the beginning I never figured we'd end up together... she even told me that when I went away to school she had no intention of talking to me and it honestly didn't even bother me... keeping people around for too long can put them in a place where I didn't want her to be anyway... but she's been such a great addition to my life and now that we've got all the petty bullshit arguments outta the way, I think we're gonna be just fine from here on out... I'm not saying we're NEVER going to argue again... but I don't think it'll be anything like how it has in the past... she's really become one of my best friends as well as my girl, and it's amazing what that type of combination will do for a heart that was as cold as mine...

I just admire people who are themselves... it's hard to just be yourself in this day and age... so many people feel like they have an image to maintain... I know of so many people who are one way out in public and the complete opposite in their dealings with me... it irks me to no end but I try my best not to judge because I've been there before... so I'll always admire people who are themselves... even if you're a straight-out racist... as long as you own up to that shit, I can't help but give you my respect because you kept it 100... a racist who's honest about it has more respect from me than some asshole who will talk about how he hates racists but is still a racist himself...

To do good you have to be completely selfless... don't do something just so that someone else will do something good for you... I honestly hate this type of person... I mean, it's one thing to do something for someone because they've done it for you... but it's quite another to do something nice for someone for the sole purpose of them returning the favor... then if they don't/can't return the favor, you have the nerve to get an attitude...? I HATE that type of person...

When I was starting out this blog I honestly thought I'd never get more than a couple views from the friends I'd told about it... to know that I get so many views a day and that so many people respect my opinion (or at least think I'm funny) has provided so much insight and that's why I plan to keep it going as long as I reasonably can... surprisingly, the one person who doesn't support this blog that much is my girl... LOL... which is ironic to me because she supports EVERYTHING else... even when I was talking about going to army...

You have to view things objectively... just thinking about what YOU would do is the way you stay small-minded... one thing I never thought about was 9/11... I didn't think it was crazy that they did it... I thought it was unfortunate but I just never gave much thought to why they did it... then I was in my psychology class talking about it and a lot of people got angry and started saying how wrong they were and there was no reason for them to do that... that's when my professor posed the question: "If you were born in the Middle East, what do you think it would take for you to hijack a plane and crash it into a building, taking, not only your own life, but the lives of thousands as well...? It can't be an easy decision... you don't know what went through their minds as they were doing these things... when you can answer that question, that's when you're allowed to judge another culture, race, etc. for the things that they do, have done and will do in the future..." I've thought about that ever since he posed the question and I still don't have an answer... therefore, I choose not to judge... I'm one of those people that try to never say "there's no excuse" because often times there is... it might not be one that I agree with, but there are two sides of the fence for everything...

The ending was clear to me when I see that I'm there for you more than you can be there for me... if you got no money and I got $5, then I got $2.50 and you got $2.50... fuck it, let's go to Snoopy's and get two hotdogs each and a Jungle Juice... that's how I see it... but you got $100 and I got nothing, you can't spare me $5 to hold me over until next week? What kinda shit is that? No wonder we're not cool anymore...

I said I would never get into another relationship after 2008... it was by far the worst year I'd ever had with relationships... I had one girl dump me, one girl leave me for another dude, one girl just straight up LEAVE (for reasons that are STILL to this day fucking with me) and a bunch of others that just wouldn't have worked out... it took a dozen arguments for me and Nicole to get together and I can honestly say it's the best relationship I've been in... she's better than any woman I've ever had by leaps and bounds and our relationship is one that I certainly don't take for granted like I did with the others... and the crazy thing is I'm probably in the worst place I've ever been... LOL... like, I got no money, no car, no house... I'm in college working on the last leg of this degree, no guarantee of a job when I get out and she's right there talking about our future together... I can't say that any of my exes would do that because they wouldn't... I know that and they know that... and that's their choice of course, but I can't say I've ever been supported the way that she's supported me...

The only thing that I regret in my life is that I didn't do everything full-speed... I've bullshitted away a lot of things in my life because I didn't act... I've been so complacent with kinda trudging along getting something here and there rather than just going 1000 miles an hour for something I wanted... that goes for girls, jobs, friendships, etc. I'm starting to do so and take things for what they're worth but at times it's still hard...

I was in my apartment last year and I remember the most important things to me at the time were getting to work on time, making sure I had dinner for the night, making sure my phone was going to stay on... this year, the most important things to me are graduating in December, finding a job, making my girl happy and making myself happy... what a difference a year makes...

I never saw myself being the type of person I am now... when I was a kid, I never envisioned I'd be a writer, a teacher, a good dad, a good husband type of dude... but now I'm on the cusp of being all of those things and it amazes me...

What greater snub is there than being there for someone who can NEVER be there for you?

Some audiences are mindless and can't seem to wrap themselves around any concept other than the ones they've been taught since an early age... when I was in high school, none of my teachers saw my potential when it came to writing... they all thought my style was too different... then I got to college and my professors have done is praise my style of writing... and I will always love them for that because it's what got me through it... knowing that I could simply say what I wanted to say how I wanted to say it has saved my life by providing a lane for me to express myself when I thought there was no lane... if I had to stick with that bullshit-ass-5-paragraph, introduction-three-supporting-paragraphs-conclusion nonsense they forcefed me back at Southeast Raleigh, I'd have quit college before the first semester was up...

What should I do now? Now, all I can do is wait... not the kinda wait like "let's see what happens" but the kinda wait where you have to let some things fall into place before you can truly progress... yeah, that type of waiting... but the wait won't be long I don't think... I feel my life changing for the better, FINALLY, and I've never had more confidence in myself and my abilities... it's crazy that I've been damn-near screaming for people to realize my potential for almost 25 years but I, myself, am just now realizing just how great a person I truly am...