My last post started out well enough, but I got lost after the first real thought was over. I was distracted and couldn't keep writing with the same 'venom' that I started out with. The problem is, I'm a moody writer, meaning, my writing depends on my mood. I like to live by a certain creedo if you will. That is: Say what you mean, but mean what you say. It sounds easy enough, but it's not for some people. Hell, this blog proves that I have a hard enough time doing that. I started out early saying that the names won't be changed to protect the guilty. What did I do after that? I simply omitted the names. I justified that by thinking that you the reader don't need to know the names of the people I write about. But that's bullshit. Names add a certain dimension to characters. That way, I can be like, "do you believe what that skinny bitch did yesterday?", and you would already know that the skinny bitch was Michelle. Why? Because everyone knows that the bitch is skinny and prone to do odd shit. But I didn't do that. I called her a bunch of other shit instead. So fuck it. Except in extreme circumstances, where naming someone could get them hurt, names will no longer be omitted.

NOw I don't intend to give you a cast of characters. Names will be added as the need arises. If possible, I'll give some background on the person, if necessary. So with that in mind, I'll start this shit off anew. Sort of. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe later. It depends on what comes into my mind.

My Roomie wants me to include her in my madness. I hesitate to do so because I'll have to add in the fucked up things she does. Not that this is any different than the other people I write about, but she tends to do more fucked up shit than other people. I don't know why. I think she has a chemical imbalance. Her moods tend to be directly related to how much... (what's the word) DICK she gets. Yup. It's true. I said dick. She loves the cock. But she's not a whore. She just loves the cock. Especially if it's attached to a married man. She's an intersting one. Heather, introduce yourself to the world.

Anyhoo. That's all for now.

Why is it that the people who have the least to say talk the most?
That has bothered me for more time than I care to admit to. Most things don't bother me alot, but lately things have been ganging up on me. I don't know why. Usually when I get called some stupid name I'm quick with a comeback. But recently, I was called something that really struck a nerve with me. Some bitch had the nerve to call me a pedophile! It really pisses me off. Not for the reason you might think. It pisses me off because I don't even know this bitch. Therefore, she can't possibly know me. She may know OF me, but she don't KNOW me. And since I don't know her, I don't get any real enjoyment out of calling her a cock-hungry, cum-guzzling, gutterslut. (what's in a name?)

But that's just one thing. As of late, it's become fashionable to use slang or terminology that normally was considered taboo. You know what I mean. If not, let me break it down for you:

I can take a phrase that's barely heard, flip it, now it's a daily word. - Rakim

It's a conspiracy. I think that I've been framed. They call me nigger so much, I'm starting to think it's my name. - Sticky Fingas

Who but us could take a word that was meant to hurt and defamate, and turn it into something so glamorous that all of white Amerikkka is dying to say it?

Now there are a certain faction of folks that have been saying that and will continue to say it because they were raised in an environment that it was heard on a regular basis. The beautiful people have even coined a term for them. Would you believe whiggas? You should see them get pissed when they say it too. It's funny. You know who these people are too. They don't live in the hood. They definately don't go to the hood. But boy do they look hood. It's annoying to say the least. But like I said. I've got nothing left. Check out the next post. It's more interesting.

I apologize to anyone who sat through the last few entries. They were boring as hell. What the hell was I thinking? I'll tell you what I was thinking. Now that I know my girl reads this, I can't be as open and personal as I want to be. You see, by doing that, I'd be giving away a lot of my little secrets. Not that I really have that many, but what I've got is good! I may start another blog under an assumed name, or something. I haven't decided yet. It pisses me off. She doesn't really care what goes on in my life, she's just trying to make sure she know's what's going on in my life. If you can follow that shit, you are truly worthy of reading this shit. Anyhoo, let me tell you what I can tell you.

Today the school called me. At first I didn't know it. I was out doing some things. I hate having the phone on me because then niggas are compelled to call me. I hate that shit. So what I usually do is leave the phone in the car if I'm only going to be a minute or so where ever I'm at. But of course as soon as I do that, I get an important call. Needless to say, I was involved in something that I really didn't want to stop doing. It's always like that. And trust me. I was really involved. But something said to check on some shit before I got to the point of no return. I was almost there too. It must have been my inner Daddyness that made me check the phone. Sure enough it was Stinky's school. "what do you mean he's still there?" His mother never picked him up, and she never told me to get him either. Now he's been sitting there for about half an hour waiting for his daddy. Aw shit. Needless to say, I stopped what I was doing, and went to go get him. Because that's what daddy's do. Real one's anyway.

That's really all I can talk about. Some more cool shit happened today, but it's all private. I'll figure out something.

I have to say, today was a good day. No fog, no smog, and mom cooked a breakfast with no hog! I'm bugging. That's Ice Cube's version of a good day. But strangely enough, my day was good too. I don't know why, but it really was. Teasha, even though she's normally a bitch, was actually nice. She came and picked up Stinky with no drama. She needed a couple of favors, but they didn't include money. That was nice. Work was also drama free. I managed to mail Jasmine's huge assed birthday cards. When I called her mother to get the address, she didn't keep me on the phone for hours. I managed to come home on my break and continue the laundry process. And somehow, I didn't piss Ashley off all day! Can you dig it? It doesn't make for really interesting reading until you enter this fact. It was a setup! It has to be a setup.

I know that the sun shines on everyone. But it seems like the sun was being blown straight up my ass today. Most people would just enjoy the warmness, but not me. I know something is afoot. Come on now, Teasha didn't even give me any fucked up looks or anything. And when she called me later for directions, she didn't sound like I owed her something. And even more crazy, she called me later and told me that they were really good directions and said thank you! Now if you know Teasha at all, you know that's not her style. Something is going on. I can feel it.

Profoundism: The whole fucking day. Very profound!

You may not be able to tell, but I don't have a lot of time. My time is very precious to me. The time I spend here in front of this damned computer typing this blog should be spent doing far more productive shit. I could be doing the laundry Ashley has been asking me to do for the last week. I could be lying next to her in bed keeping her warm. Hell, I could be answering the ton of e-mails I've been ignoring. But I choose to do this instead. Why? Because I love you. And not to mention, this is the only time I get to spend on me. I use a lot of my time doing things for other people. It gets to be very taxing.

As you read this, you may begin to realize, that I'm not spending time with you either. I apologize. Time is the one thing that cannot be replaced. It's not that I don't want to be with you, it's just that I'm usually doing something else. I hope you understand. I'm also an absent minded person. I foget shit. Not that you're not important to me, I just have a lot of things on my plate. Please be kind and understanding with me on this one. I will get to you. There aren't a lot of things in my life more important than you. Those that are, you already know. Just be patient, all will be well.

Peace.

Profoundism: If you see da police warna brother! Looks better on my new sweatshirt than on paper.