Normally I dont do this

But I dont have shit to say. So in that instance....LAUGH.

And for the record. Say NO To Drugs.

His situation is sad. But uh....He got paid for it.

No really. I dont like laughing at others situations. But. Damn

My Main Man..I'm going to the NO to find his ass so we can politic about throwin money on the flo and freaks. Watch out B. He might just snatch me from you ;)

Madness Magnus

I figure its about time for me to slowly introduce members and people of my life. Members mainly pertaining to the non-human, Magnus aka MADNESS. My 2 year old cat. Norwegian Forest Cat to be exact. At least thats what I think he is because thats the breed he most resembles in the cat books. Magnus is the best gift I got from the worst person to ever make an appearance in my life, the ex.

I don't have any children, so Magnus is my child. He is my screen saver on my cell and the coolest f*ing cat people will ever meet. I'm starting to think he specializes in turning non-cat likers into cat lovers, or Magnus lovers. Ask around. He's so serious.

He can't be mated, sorry folks, I took care of that to eliminate some of his agression. And he's still agressive, thats why we call him Madness. He literally made my mothers cat pee on himself. But that cat plays fetch and communicates seamlessly, I used to laugh at people who were all into their animals, but I see now. I know he's not perfect, he proved that by his pooping in the hallway stunt when I forgot to clean his litter box for a week.......Aww hell that was my fault. He is perfect.

L.O.V.E According to Me

I enjoyed this weekend. I spent some QT Adult time with my parents (Activites including alcohol consumption) and went to an awesome Breakdancing competition at The Breakfast Club (Charlotte NC). I'll speak on the competition a little more once I upload my videos of the French breakdancer that shocked the hell out of my sister and I. I need my ass whopped because I just posted about underestimating people based on appearances and I did it again. And I"ll be Damned if he proved all of my assumptions wrong.

Back to the message at hand. When my mom and I go places, I always end up driving. And I love my mom. But being that I'm 23 with no children and unmarried, she's entered a mild state of panic. Every single car ride includes a conversation about choosing the right man, whats the right man for me, has she raised me right, bringing up all my past mistakes...and blah blah blah motherfucking blah. But I was prepared for her this time. I read a post on a blog..and dang I wrote the name down wrong so I can't give credit. But if you read this. IT WAS A WONDERFUL POINT.

Anyway She stated that

"She wished she knew when she was 17 that there is no perfect person, only a person that is perfect for you. The person that finally gets you in ways that even your parents and best of friends do not."

That is so true. I'm weird. not your average and anyone who knows me can second that. My mom damn sure doesn't understand me. She loves me, but doesn't understand my operations. I just simply told her that quote and it shut her up. SHUT HER DowN! I wish I had read that post before our drive to Miami last October, because I was ready to commit suicide 2 hours in.

So I want people who read this to remember that. Especially people who always cling to the wrong type of person for the sake of not being alone. You will not find the perfect person, and no one is perfect because everyone has flaws. But. There are people who are perfect for you. People who may not be exactly like you, but understand and accept you for you. And loves you for all your quirks and you love them. And when I get that. She will damn sure have some grandbabies ,cause you wont be able to stop me :)

AND...I LOVE YOU MOM. IF You ever read this. Do not get defensive, you've been great.

Her Name is Verna....

So yesterday I started my new job.Yeah I was supposed to start Monday, but since I was a gypsy in training in my previous life, my background check took 2 longer than expected agonizing days. Anyway. Let me pause to acknowledge that affirmative action might have helped me into that door. Aside from the given that I have a degree and purchasing/buying experience, I'm the only "brown" face in that office, besidethe Janitor, my new homegirl. VERNA.

Back to my point, cause this is about her.

I'm 23 and I've seen the news shows and special invesitgations about how your supposed to treat everyone the same.


You know those first day introductions when your walked around to meet everyone,smile, and shake hands (note to self:continue with the vitamin C and drink a gallon of tea to ward off the cooties). Well I noticed my new manager skipped over some people. Perhaps the little people in his eyes. Including my girl Verna, whom I ended up having to introduce myself to 2 hours later, after I realized he wasn't going to. I'm not even sure if he knows her name.

But yooo. She had the warmest smile. She couldn't really speak a lick of English, but a smile is golden everywhere but Hell. I dont think I could be a janitor. She probably has the hardest job in that place. But I'm glad I tookt he time to meet her and smile. She remininded me just how important that it. So I challeneg those that read my blog to smile and greet someone who you normally wouldn't. It may make their day and surprise you at how it makes yours.

KICKS!!!!!!! TTK Kicks to be exact!!!!

My Guy. Barack Obama gave an again..eloquent speech today. But guess what my ass is exicted about?

SNEAKERS!

Yes. These Sneakers. His Sneakers. TTK.

They are the genious of TTK. An Ultra talented artist originally from Jacksonville ,FL whom currently resides in NY and Connecticut.

You can check out a pretty entertaining interview of his on Dirty Knuckles blog or TTKs Myspace Page And his personal page GOTTKGO.COM has a full gallery of several of his designs. Including his Sneakers bearing the face of ours truely... DUBYA..that won the Best Themed Custom Category at the 2007 International Sneaker Battle.

Awkwardly. I don't have alot to to say. I'm just plotting on how my recently unemployed ass is goin to cop a pair. For my sneaker lovers.

Enjoy

From Unemployment to Employment..in 3 days

Okay. I've been absent. But I have reason. I got fired for the first time the day after Valentines Day (Real Love), hence the appearance of my blog. I was kinda anticipating being able to collect unemployment, but got denied, because I was "fired" due to my own misconduct. Whatever! I know so many people who were fired for their own misconduct. I know the economy sucks, but...I dont know many people who get laid off, but I know alot who have collected unemployment from the ESC. My appeal was going to take 6 weeks...And my bills are here now. So I decided to be a good human, and get a job.. at least try.

So. It was my intention to begin blogging my search for employment. You know that whole arduous process of applying, and going on interviews, hoping they like you, because any smart person knows that about 80% of job offer is based on if they like you. Well. I was lucky. That plan was cut surprisingly short. I applied for the job Tuesday morning. Got the call Wednesday morning to interview that afternoon. Was called in for the follow up interview Thursday. And got a job offer Friday morning, taking my drug test and beggining on this upcoming Monday

Crazy.

So. The unemployment phase of my year hopefully is over for a while. Therfore no blogging about that. BUT! It's a new industry for me (Seafood Wholesale.And Im honestly excited. I live for new experiences). SO as I learn. You Learn. If your into that.

Baking Soda to soften my skin....I'll Pass

My mother always pours baking soda down the drain after running the diswasher to freshen it and keep the pipes clar, so it wont smell like all the food that was cooked that week.I have adopted that and it definately works.

What I'm disturbed about is the fact that you can use baking soda for way too many other purposes that I'm just not comfortable with. Like the fact that it puts out fires, but I'm supposed to use it on my teeth. Or the fact that it removes grout from tile, but your supposed to be able to mix it in your babies bath to easediaper rash irritation, then add to cooking vegies to keep them crisp...Hmmmmmmm No.

Not to mention it can be used for scalding a chicken and also to soothe sunburns.Oh and who can forget, to make CRACK!

I'm game for multi-purpose items, more bang for the buck. But uhhh...I'll stick to pouring baking soda down my drains, although with these rising gas prices, I might need to take up the manufacturing of crack cocaine...you know..to keep afloat in this recessive economy, that George Bush says is not recessive, although my pocket indicate otherwise.

Dirty Duffle Bag Money Hands

The CIAA tournament was in Charlotte this weekend. Bringing an ass load of people who could care less about this banking mecca any other weekend..and I really dont blame them.

Well I was in the prescence of some people who are seen on TV (aka celebrities) which I refuse to call them, they just have a little more exposure and money than I.

Anyways Plies was in town and I am so happy this certified "Bust it Baby" was not my sister,nor from Charlotte. I hope she doesn't get ring worms on her tongue..We know that duffle bag money isn't the cleanest. Crack heads will wipe their ass with honest Abes face. I hope he sanitized those things, for her sake.

Green Tea is "the $&!@"

I was coming down with a cold since last Sunday. My body was literally walking that tight rope line between bed riddingly miserable and normalcy. I was popping vitamin C's AM and PM. If you can't tell by now, I have a lot of..."Rap"isms. Brief history on me an natural medicine.

I have this pharmaceutical philosophy that I don't take their products, I prefer alternative medicines as a first line of defense. I believe that any logical company would not make you better because it is in their best financial issue for you to be sick. Who cares about morality when theres money to be made right?..Just a "Rap"ism.

Anyway, vitamin C and Omega 3 fish oils needed some help (I take those regularly anyway). But a health nut friend of mine recommended that I drink Green Tea. I did. And 1 day later, no sore throat. I'm astonished. I have always heard that there were health benefits, but it made a drastically visible difference. And it was good. I always imagined that it would taste like tree bark and leaves. AND!!! it wasn't like I was doing sensible stuff like bundling up and getting rest for an effective fight. NO. I was partying until 6 AM and wearing mini-skirts and pumps in 29 degree weather.

Green Tea is the shit. I don't know how I made it this far without it. So I now endorse green tea. Not the Lipton stuff that doesn't seem authentic enough. I want my box to have Asian writing on the side and directions I can't understand. Oh and randomly, in RAP fashion. I endorse Kir Royales prepared by Chris at Rock Bottom brewery in Charlotte NC. The best bartender on North Tryon.

No CNN for my babies

I have concretely made the decision to not allow my children to watch the news. Primarily the local news and CNN type programs. I began considering this decision around the one year anniversary of Operation Iraqi freedom. Reason? The news provides a really fucked up perception of the world. I would rather my children watch some rated R programming than watch the news. I can keep them updated on things going on in the world. In 24 years I know little actual facts about why certain things are occurring in the world as a result of news programming.

Let me state for the record that I am disgusted at the United States recent field day over Prince Harry serving on the front lines in Afghanistan. I feel that the news would successfully sabotage much of the top secret materials of this country if given the opportunity for the sake of ratings.

I randomly state that I believe children are innocent and develop evil thoughts and prejudices as a result of exposure to these ideologies. Quite frankly I do not see the moral benefit of my children knowing that an officer was shot across town, or that mother drowned her kids her kids and then killed herself. I remember being scared to walk to my bus stop because I saw on the morning news that a bank robber was on the loose. And while I was 17 when September 11th happened I will never forget the image of that second plane crashing into the building during the live broadcasting. If I was a child I probably would have been scared of sky-scrapers and planes.

I know I wont be able to protect them from all the evils of the world and I don't want to shelter them "pleasant ville" style. But I do want them to have a purer, self created perception of the world. Because its really not that bad.

Filipino Prisons.

If I go to jail in any country overseas. I want to got to go to jail in the Phillipines. I dont really care how they treat me and it has nothing to do with the fact I was born there and have an unfillable hunger for Pancit. No, I dont make that much sense. I want to go on the strength of a YOUTUBE clip of Filipino prisoners doing the superman. DO You know how rewarding that is? Getting to Crank dat superman with your fellow prisoners. Fuck whatever fight yall might have had earlier, you can crush it over a unified superman dance. And fight only if that man throws off the sequence and flow of things.Tnen he needs to be Shanked.

That dance is my shit and I dont know if other people know, but YOUTUBE is the place to find any dance craze you can imagine. I love YOUTUBE for that. And no they do not pay me....a dime.

In a day where ballet students are learning how to Superman gracefully. You have to love what Snap music has done for Hip-Hop. It has made it fun again. I dont care how tough you are, there is one place that you secretly dance to the superman, whether its in your car, or in your head when you hear it during the half time show at the Knicks game. Sure Soulja Boy (Where the hell did that name come from) can appear ignorant at times and I think his glasses are ugly. And I think he better have a really good investment strategy for his money from record breaking ring tone sales, because for some reason I don't think I'll be hearig too much from him next year, theres only so much cranking that a society can do. But I appreciate Soulja Boy, his camp, and others like him for adding fun back in to hip-hop. Crank On.