Words of wisdom (the dry erase board)

(You) Cant understand a win...until you've dealt w/a loss. (c) Stat Quo

I'd give anything to be doing this right now.

Feet up.remote in hand....but alas, i'm a slave to this institution commonly referred to as "work".

Things.must.get.better....dont get it twisted, i'm greatful for the fact that I am employed but I cant wait to discover my true calling....because I am sure that this AIN'T it.

~fin

The only thing that makes me smile

Retire From Sports...get murdered by ya PYT (C) MJackson

Read this sh*t first. Ain't this a terrible muhphuckan way to die? CLICK HERE

Man, these past few weeks have made me kinda happy that my athletic prowess or rather lack thereof never prospered into anything promising 'cause the Lord only knows that I'd eventually end up in my mid 30's retired, financially sound while sittin' on the top of the world with a gang of young women at my disposal. {As if I don't currently live the life that the average muhphucka would envy...LOL } Seriously though what's going on with all these athletes gettin' up with these young tenders and ending up dying violent deaths?

This Gatti dude, who by the way was a great boxer ended up gettin' choked to death by his wife and her purse (strap) being used as the murder weapon . *looks into the camera* I don't think y'all heard me, this dude boxed his way to financial success with a 40-9 record and he gets snuffed by his wife and then choked out? I ain't trying to make a mockery of all of this but got'dammit this is an awfully ironic and sad way to have your life ended.

Damn, I hope I die in a car accident or in my sleep. I can tell you this much, I won't be getting shot while laying on the sofa in my sleep (McNair) nor will i be gettin' the life sucked outta me by a Prada purse strap either....How do i know this? Well simply put I ain't datin' no young chicks. Apparently these Pretty Young Things have been studying and emulating Snoop from acclaimed TV show THE WIRE. Either that or they're on that Cleo (what up Latifah?) from Set It Off.

Bottom line if you don't remember when Thriller was released, I'm not gonna be able to f*ck w/you.

*Moonwalks outta this entry*

~fin

Fellas, Dont ever simp this HARD

Friends, Romans, fellow brethren lend me yo ear..

First and foremost allow me to say that there's nothing wrong with being young and in love. Matter of fact, being in love is a good thang.

but being young and dumb is another.

Ain't nothing wrong with being pussy-whipped, love-struck, googoo-gah-gah over the pusspillow in private or intimate settings. but when you start doing shit like this http://jadoremag.com/mag/2009/07/que-breaks-down-his-various-tattoos-dedicated-to-dawn/ then it allows me to have total grounds for laughin' at'chu in and out of public.

Muhphucka, is you walkin' around lookin' like you just got slobbed down by some broad on yo way to a job interview? Cuz you know this Day26 group shit ain't gonna never last. This muhphucka will be at UPS/Kinkos fillin' out applications in 2010.

I knew from watchin' the show that the lil' phucka was bat.shit.crazy but i ain't know he was dumbASfuck as well.

My fellow nephews, i'm not saying don't show yo affection for your women in kind and sweet ways, what i am saying is don't be desecrating the shrine that is yo body with senseless graffiti of lip prints and what not.

I'd have rather seen the lil' muhphucka with some of them Eve paw prints on his chest or some shit. Lips on yo neck? You shittin' me right?

i'm hopin' this shit is a henna tattoo.

Love Always,

the notorious k.a.e

Dont take me up to the sky /
(then) break me wings
And expect me to fly
(c) Gloria Scott " I just couldnt take a goodbye"

My dry erase board @ work.

Food for thought; You do the dishes (c) JayZ

SOMETIMES YOU DONT UNDERSTAND A WIN....UNTIL YOU'VE DEALT WITH A LOSS (c) Atl's own Stat Quo

*FADES TO BLACK*

For 20 years this song has played in my head...

In my mind, this is the saddest yet most beautiful song ever created.
http://www.mediafire.com/?345tyngtyqk

Slow Burn

This is likely going to be a post filled with an unambitious amount of ran.dumb.ness. I guess I'll number it so that it'll be easier for the masses to keep up with the numerous changes in topics.
My mind is racing....blame it on the prescription drugs, the alcoholic beverages and the serene sounds that are permeating through my head. To counteract the confusion, i've decided to number my thoughts so that you can keep up with each change in topic. Hold on and brace yourself for the ride.

1. It's 10:55 am on July 5th, 2009 and I'm on my 2nd beer. This is a clear indicator of the downward spiral that the last few hours (scratch that, the last few days) have presented to me.
   
2. I unknowingly kicked her to the curb...for a few days of personal solace and me time. We've tried talkin' on the phone since the "break-up" emails that we both sent to one another's place of employment but the convo's seemed forced and contrived in nature. It's a tad short of a month since we even crossed paths and from the looks of it all it doesn't seem probable that we ever will again. *Sidenote* (how sad is it to send such correspondence to your work addy? Now our inner-most thoughts and feelings about one another are available for the nosy eyes and general scrutiny of our respective I.T. Depts) *end of side note*
3. I feel like I'm trapped in a horrible yet entertaining spinoff of Tyler Perry's "Diary of a Mad Black Woman". My son's mom is playing the role of the dude, and I'm playing the role of the bad black Woman" (in reverse roles of course). She's recently suffered some medical mishaps and as fate would have it, I'm the only one she feels she can depend on. Each moment that I'm around her, i realize just how wrong she and I were for each other. Karma is indeed a b*tch...and sadly i have no room for either in my life.
   
4. I've been occupying my time in the company of random people...only to discover what I already know. I enjoy my own company.
5. My new saying for 2009 is that " if you're not complimenting me, you're hating"....I'm ballin' on a budget and from a distance it might just appear that i'm stuntin. Hate me now (C) Nas and Diddy.
   
6. My son is in love with one of my friends....how funny is that? At least I know he likes women. *whew
7. Only 6 people know where I live....none of them being my son's mom or my sisters.
   
8. I've been in my apartment a tad bit shy of two months and still have yet to change my address with the post office.
   
9. Beer #3. (Tip, I'm now officially drinkin' your half of the case now...you leave me near and you'll grieve for your beer)
10. I'm either havin' the worse migraine ever imaginable or I have some sudden brain tumor that only subsides once I've hit my daily threshold of 6 beers.....phuck, I only need 3 more to reach that plateau.
11. I am serious about enjoying 21 day relationships for the remainder of the summer...who knows maybe one of those 3 week flings will prosper into something meaningful.
    
12. My little sister lost her job and swore me to secrecy to not tell her dad....(BTW, he's also my dad).
    
13. I stopped takin' the steriods for my polyps....not on doctor's orders either. It's likely not going to be a good outcome but i'm tired of poppin' pills.
    
14. I am very much a loner...my only constant interaction with family happens to be with the very one i assisted in creating (aka my son aka Wooly Bully aka THE GOOCH)
15. I miss my best friend....she has not gone anywhere, we just had kids and those responsibilities supersede our friendship duties.
16. I like this new Maxwell album. Either my music choices have changed or I'm just in a totally different mode/mood these days altogether.
    
17. I keep dealing with someone who's detrimental to my health. They won't cause me physical harm but the mental ramifications will likely be horrible. Must.cut.them.out.of.my.life.immediately. The constant push and pull, shove and tug of our interactions is what makes it all so alluring.
18. I'm still scribing away at the book that I set the unattainable goal of finishing this past April 15...I could have completed it then but i wasn't happy with the direction, nor with my writing style or tone...so I scrapped the initial draft and started over from square one.
    
19. www.apartmenttherapy.com takes a great portion of my free time.
    
20. Toaster Strudels and Beer aren't a very probable combination but they go surprising well together. Who'd have ever thunk it?
    

~fin

Signs of Trouble Ahead

I have a feeling that at 10 am in the morning that this is either a) going to be a helluva day or b) that this isnt a good look or a nutricious breakfast.

My stomach hurts. I have a migraine and I'm chasing away all of my physical and mental ills with light versions of Corona Beer (special shout outs to Tip for the beer recommendation)


~FIN

I just killed the game.

Any one that knows me knows that I FUX with CHUX and i just murdered the game with this shoe purchase. The plaid soles on this mugs are re-DAMN-diculous.

~fin