I write what I want on this here site. Whether it makes ANY sense to those who read it or not, is NOT the point of this blog. These are my thoughts and thought processes at any particular juncture throughout the day, week, month, etc. I'm not looking for everyone OR anyone to agree with what I display, it just IS. They are mY thoughts. You don't appreciate the rhetoric - fall back.
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I surrender. I’m done. I have now become just an employee, unfortunately.
I can honestly say I could care less if these grand wizards were to figure out a way to lay me off. I’ll get a temp job. I have no more loyalty, care, concern or feeling for where I work, what I do (or used to do), the jokers I have as co-workers, etc. I’ve had it. These are THE biggest bunch of jokers known to man, as far as I’m concerned.
I’m not one for back stabbing and all this office politics bullarky, never really have been; with that said, I most certainly know how to play the game when time comes.
I’m just tired of having to, is what I’m saying, especially for what these cunts pay me. Nope. Neit. No mas. I’ve never been fired from a job but I’d certainly wouldn’t be opposed to accepting a nice lil package.
I need a passion. I need to re-group and get back to fu*kin basics and start LIVING again.
you know this is meant for you….so don’t even come wid no slick chat bout it. it is wat it is. guess we were always meant to be “just friends”. hopefully we’ll chat soon, but if not, just know you kept me in stitches! one love.
This has been a lushously ”eventful” weekend thus far, and it’s only Saturday evening.
Damn (oh the memories - gotta bite my lip to that!!). Over the past two weeks, I’ve come to the conclusion that I need to stop waiting to live certain parts of my life and just DO the damn thing, and so, that’s kinda what I did .
Afterall, what exactly was I waiting for? I thought I actually found something with decent qualities but, shit was just an illusion obviously. So, as they continue to do THEM, I’m DOING mE!
I’m living the SINGLE, SINGLE, SINGLE…..LIFE!
Less than a month shy of the deadline and I almost made it. KUDOS to me! lolol.
p.s. - thanks to all my bb peeps who took the initiative to CALL my other line.
BlackBerry down, BlackBerry down, roger - do you hear me? BlackBerry DOWN!
My BlackBerry has been down since Thursday night and I’ve been going through SERIOUS withdrawls.
Who knew you were suppose to replace your SIM card every year or year and half! NOT ME!
I think the last time I replaced this SIM card was probably in 2005 if not before. Now, I’ve been without this phone for a day and some hours and feel like the world just blew up. I’m going to get a new SIM card today, so wish me luck.
To all my BB friends, I love you and miss you and mama will be back in effect shortly. Kisses!
Are you kidding me, who does that? GET A LIFE people. Once again, here I was in my yard minding my own business watching of all things the BET awards (missed it first time round) and all of a sudden I get a text, Are you watching channel 7 ?
So you know out of nosiness I had to turn. WHY oh WHY did I do that?!
Do you know what I witnessed?
I witnessed a clique of absolutely absurd individuals, who were owners of Capuchin Monkeys. They didn’t just own the monkeys, no no no, they were treating these wild animals as though they were their children. These lunatics had the monkeys dressed up in kids clothing, they were fawning over these creatures showering them with mouth to mouth kisses, taking them to the playground swings; one woman ( the poor lonely soul) even had a nursery-esque type room for the monkey because she felt that it was her child. As a matter of fact, the woman’s entire family including her mother, treated this monkey as though it was this woman’s biological child aka Monkid.
People, please!!! Please stop with the inordinate amount of fu*kery. Really. (more…)
So you say you love music, if so, do you know who FELA is? I don’t mean on the general, oh I’ve heard of him sense. I mean do you know what he stood for, what his stance was on African Pride. Black African Pride. Last night I got into a debate with someone over broadening ones musical horizons. My argument is, don’t dismiss or denigrate something because you are unfamiliar with it.
How about trying to take a moment and hear it out in it’s entirety and then if you still don’t care for it, make a VALID point from that. Just don’t tell me oh I love all music but when some different stuff comes on you want to put down an entire culture/movement. That irks me. ICk.
Check out this documentary. If your not a World Music fan, look at it anyway. It’s good for the SOUL. Yes-O!
His name was FELA ANIKULAPO KUTI and he was and still is THE baddest mutha!
Part I
Look for the continuation to this documentary OR ANY documentary on FELA, at your local BlockBuster. It’s well worth the trip.
Expect the unexpected. 
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didn’t just own the monkeys, no no no, they were treating these wild animals as though they were their children. These lunatics had the monkeys dressed up in kids clothing, they were fawning over these creatures showering them with mouth to mouth kisses, taking them to the playground swings; one woman ( the poor lonely soul) even had a nursery-esque type room for the monkey because she felt that it was her child. As a matter of fact, the woman’s entire family including her mother, treated this monkey as though it was this woman’s biological child aka Monkid.
of him sense. I mean do you know what he stood for, what his stance was on African Pride. Black African Pride. Last night I got into a debate with someone over broadening ones musical horizons. My argument is, don’t dismiss or denigrate something because you are unfamiliar with it. 