Oh, yes! I am sooooo gonna to ride this mutha-uhn uhn til the wheels fall off.
Yes, I still got a tinge of beef with Justin "Loser"lake (that's what my nephews call him), but if ya work it, ya work it. And he's workin' it! Go B, Go JT, Go fine-whiteboy-from-Clueless, Go Funny-SNL-Rappin-Narnia Dude!
Please stop viewing at the 4:47 point. Eh? And if that don't work, try this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-2I121W5AlA
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Twenty-Eight, Up!
Friday was my birthday.
I had a pretty good time (although I could be lying right now as not to sound ungrateful for all the loving people in my life who happen to not be "best best kickin it buddies" but still tried to spend time with me because they know that I am sensitive and they didnt want to leave me somewhere sad and lonely which I hate. . .dwell on it!). The work day was nice. I had sushi for lunch. For some strange reason I thought that if it was deep-fried that the salmon would be cooked like it is at this other place. Nope! It was raw. And I ordered it. So I ate it. It was good, too. But I have no plans for going back. This year I've been called out twice; once for not expanding my mind to calamari and once for frowning at sushi. Both times by men who need to expand their minds to dark-skinned ars. Back to me --Mission accomplished. Naysayers, fcuk off!
Meanwhile, back at the office, I laid low in the office while the homies gathered in the employee lounge. Happy Birthday they yelled. Then we ate cake.
I had a good work day.
I dropped my son with my big cousin and littler cousins on a whim. They had a blast. I went to the grown folks spot. Eh. Then I left and went to the young and glamorous folks spot. Shoulda stayed with the grown folks. Heck, I shoulda stayed with the cousins and my baby boy. Then went to my parents and just absorbed the love. Instead, I tried to get fly and kick it. Not really at the place. Doesn't quite work. So I sat at the bar drinking cranberry juice. Mixed with ginger ale. Fighting tears. At the bar. On my birthday.
Brutal honesty burns me. But it's supposed to be cathartic.
"Whoop when ya feel it, holla if ya hear it." -jilly-from-philly
I had a pretty good time (although I could be lying right now as not to sound ungrateful for all the loving people in my life who happen to not be "best best kickin it buddies" but still tried to spend time with me because they know that I am sensitive and they didnt want to leave me somewhere sad and lonely which I hate. . .dwell on it!). The work day was nice. I had sushi for lunch. For some strange reason I thought that if it was deep-fried that the salmon would be cooked like it is at this other place. Nope! It was raw. And I ordered it. So I ate it. It was good, too. But I have no plans for going back. This year I've been called out twice; once for not expanding my mind to calamari and once for frowning at sushi. Both times by men who need to expand their minds to dark-skinned ars. Back to me --Mission accomplished. Naysayers, fcuk off!
Meanwhile, back at the office, I laid low in the office while the homies gathered in the employee lounge. Happy Birthday they yelled. Then we ate cake.
I had a good work day.
I dropped my son with my big cousin and littler cousins on a whim. They had a blast. I went to the grown folks spot. Eh. Then I left and went to the young and glamorous folks spot. Shoulda stayed with the grown folks. Heck, I shoulda stayed with the cousins and my baby boy. Then went to my parents and just absorbed the love. Instead, I tried to get fly and kick it. Not really at the place. Doesn't quite work. So I sat at the bar drinking cranberry juice. Mixed with ginger ale. Fighting tears. At the bar. On my birthday.
Brutal honesty burns me. But it's supposed to be cathartic.
"Whoop when ya feel it, holla if ya hear it." -jilly-from-philly
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Look, ma. No pole!
First day with the new blog? I sure hope this works!
This video is golden. Boy-boy is workin' it. . .whatever it is. I absolutely love seeing people dance and ya' boy is doin' it.
My conscience tells me not to revel in such blurring of lines, but all I can do is holler. Almost like the first time I saw the original video, but with more laughing and clapping.
Get it, littlewhiteboyindrag!
This video is golden. Boy-boy is workin' it. . .whatever it is. I absolutely love seeing people dance and ya' boy is doin' it.
My conscience tells me not to revel in such blurring of lines, but all I can do is holler. Almost like the first time I saw the original video, but with more laughing and clapping.
Get it, littlewhiteboyindrag!
Una Luz Misteriosa
Check this out, Fam:
http://news.aol.com/article/saturn-dazzles-with-mysterious-light/247048
". . . there is something special and unforeseen about this planet's magnetosphere and the way it interacts with the solar wind and the planet's atmosphere . . ."
Apparently, there's something inexplicable going on in the heavens. I do not claim to be a scholar, especially in any scientific undertakings, however, I do love the sky in all its vastness. I also like that Cee-Lo song, "Evening News" cause I thought he was chanting, "Aurora's gonna get you." But it really says, "The night is gonna get you." Same thing. The point is, I am somewhat drawn to twilight. I am looking for a connection between Saturn and . . . When I finish researching (i.e. looking at a couple passages from unfounded sources) I will holla back!
http://news.aol.com/article/saturn-dazzles-with-mysterious-light/247048
". . . there is something special and unforeseen about this planet's magnetosphere and the way it interacts with the solar wind and the planet's atmosphere . . ."
Apparently, there's something inexplicable going on in the heavens. I do not claim to be a scholar, especially in any scientific undertakings, however, I do love the sky in all its vastness. I also like that Cee-Lo song, "Evening News" cause I thought he was chanting, "Aurora's gonna get you." But it really says, "The night is gonna get you." Same thing. The point is, I am somewhat drawn to twilight. I am looking for a connection between Saturn and . . . When I finish researching (i.e. looking at a couple passages from unfounded sources) I will holla back!
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