Diana Guzman: [looks at sign on the wall that reads] When your not training, Someone else is thraining, To kick your Ass!
(Source: Girlfight)
Michelle Rodriguez is so bad ass.
The difference between corrective and preventive maintenance is simple. Perfect example, preventive maintenance is eating healthy. Corrective maintenance is bitch stop eating.
Some people can’t have burgers.
I need to find a safe space to write, where I’m not affected by all that’s going around me. And no one not family nor friends can interrupt me and knock me off my game.
I know some people who make bad decisions and then expect you to take care of them.
Inconsiderate people are the devil. Have you ever known someone who just was completely oblivious to the fact that other people existed in this world?
Loud music with headphones. The Final Metro Frontier. Why can I hear the words of the music you are listening to, so distinctly? You will be deaf by the age of 40.
This is my problem with most people on metro, they are either rushing or they have no sense of urgency whatsoever. Everyone knows that nowadays the train operators are closing the doors as soon as people are getting off the train. Act like you have somewhere to go, please.
My amazing ability to ignore everything is a great skill and when I fail at it, I am extremely disappointed in myself. I literally have been able to ignore two earthquakes, a hurricane, annoying females arguing, lol, and an elephant in the room. Dead ass, I woke up one morning and didn’t know why everyone was not talking. Not only was I wide awake for it, because usually I’m sleep, I was in the middle of it. I blame Amy Ruth’s. I don’t know about you, but after waiting in that line all I ever do is stare towards the kitchen waiting for waffles.
Tila Tequila is snorting Ambien. I told y’all it’s an aphrodisiac. Try some Ambien and see how horny you get.
Hurricane DC – Last night, I would be on the way home from my mother’s crib when it starts raining cows and hogs.
Living In the now, forget about the past, not thinking about the future. I may not make it there.
Life is Good, God is good. Excuse the long Morning Mail.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Monday, July 12, 2010
Morning Mail – 7.12.2010
Jack Magnum: Most of you are watching this show so you can learn how to get chicks. Well let me assure you, you're in good hands. You're looking at a man who personally has had sex with over 137 different women, most of the conscious. Now we're here at the balloon festival and I'm supposed to be telling you about how men are full of hot air, but I think we all know it's the ladies that are full of crap! Just because she says "no" doesn't mean she means "no." If that were the case, I'd have only 90 women.
[Abby suddenly yanks him out of the hot air balloon basket from behind]
(Source: The Ugly Truth)
I know it’s not the morning anymore, I was busy.
I’m still upset at the Spaniards.
Lady pushing a stroller on metro has on hip hugger jeans from like 2003, I can see her butt crack. You ever see a woman with a kid and think to yourself, “I see why you have a kid”?
What is it about a stripper that makes it appealing to put a tattoo on your ass?
Kobe Bryant is the best player in the NBA right now. This is not up for discussion anymore. Anyone who argues that is just not watching basketball.
Nick, that guy is on the low, or he’s just under the age of 24. The skinny jeans and ice creams generation can now drink legally.
Why must every young boy insist on looking like Lil Wayne? And falling miserably short.
For Halloween I’m going to be an Avatar. I’m looking for blue paint now. I’m winning every contest, so don’t anyone steal my idea.
Life is good. God is good.
Now more than ever I need suggestions for article topics. So send them over.
[Abby suddenly yanks him out of the hot air balloon basket from behind]
(Source: The Ugly Truth)
I know it’s not the morning anymore, I was busy.
I’m still upset at the Spaniards.
Lady pushing a stroller on metro has on hip hugger jeans from like 2003, I can see her butt crack. You ever see a woman with a kid and think to yourself, “I see why you have a kid”?
What is it about a stripper that makes it appealing to put a tattoo on your ass?
Kobe Bryant is the best player in the NBA right now. This is not up for discussion anymore. Anyone who argues that is just not watching basketball.
Nick, that guy is on the low, or he’s just under the age of 24. The skinny jeans and ice creams generation can now drink legally.
Why must every young boy insist on looking like Lil Wayne? And falling miserably short.
For Halloween I’m going to be an Avatar. I’m looking for blue paint now. I’m winning every contest, so don’t anyone steal my idea.
Life is good. God is good.
Now more than ever I need suggestions for article topics. So send them over.
Friday, July 9, 2010
Morning Mail - 7.9.10
Flor Moreno: It's something, watching you.
John Clasky: Well. Well, if it's anything on your end, imagine over here. Scratch that. The last thing you want to hear is someone going off on your looks.
Flor Moreno: Don't be crazy. Tell me EVERY detail.
John Clasky: Okay. Okay, I will.
Flor Moreno: [Settles in to listen. Places chin in hand] Uh-hmm.
John Clasky: They should name a gender after you. Looking at you doesn't do it. Staring is the only way that makes any sense. And trying not to blink, so you don't miss anything. And all of that, and you're YOU.
[nervous laugh]
John Clasky: I mean...
[looks down]
John Clasky: Look, forgive me. It's just you are DROP DEAD, CRAZY GORGEOUS! So much so that I'm actually considering looking at you again before we finish up here.
Flor Moreno: [Whisper] Soon, please.
(Source: Spanglish)
Now that we all know where LeBron is going, let us move on.
They plan to drop a bunch of cement on the hole in the sea and the oil spill will be over.
Michael Steele please sit down! I’m trying to help you keep your job but you have to stop talking.
Do you know anyone who works three or more jobs to make ends meet? I do. (Selling three types of drugs does not count, sit down.)
I’m trying to figure out if Drake is still in love with Alicia. Does anyone know? I mean, his album should be called [Whatever the area code is in Toronto] & HeartBreak. But at the same time, how you looking for love but texting a jumpoff you got pregnant? What you arguing about?
Where is Jay-Z?
Where is Kobe Bryant?
Has anybody seen Bobby Brown lately?
All I see is fireworks… I kind of want to blow something up this weekend. Like set a big pile of trash on fire. I was thinking Congress. I’m just kidding though… seriously.
Life is good. God is good.
John Clasky: Well. Well, if it's anything on your end, imagine over here. Scratch that. The last thing you want to hear is someone going off on your looks.
Flor Moreno: Don't be crazy. Tell me EVERY detail.
John Clasky: Okay. Okay, I will.
Flor Moreno: [Settles in to listen. Places chin in hand] Uh-hmm.
John Clasky: They should name a gender after you. Looking at you doesn't do it. Staring is the only way that makes any sense. And trying not to blink, so you don't miss anything. And all of that, and you're YOU.
[nervous laugh]
John Clasky: I mean...
[looks down]
John Clasky: Look, forgive me. It's just you are DROP DEAD, CRAZY GORGEOUS! So much so that I'm actually considering looking at you again before we finish up here.
Flor Moreno: [Whisper] Soon, please.
(Source: Spanglish)
Now that we all know where LeBron is going, let us move on.
They plan to drop a bunch of cement on the hole in the sea and the oil spill will be over.
Michael Steele please sit down! I’m trying to help you keep your job but you have to stop talking.
Do you know anyone who works three or more jobs to make ends meet? I do. (Selling three types of drugs does not count, sit down.)
I’m trying to figure out if Drake is still in love with Alicia. Does anyone know? I mean, his album should be called [Whatever the area code is in Toronto] & HeartBreak. But at the same time, how you looking for love but texting a jumpoff you got pregnant? What you arguing about?
Where is Jay-Z?
Where is Kobe Bryant?
Has anybody seen Bobby Brown lately?
All I see is fireworks… I kind of want to blow something up this weekend. Like set a big pile of trash on fire. I was thinking Congress. I’m just kidding though… seriously.
Life is good. God is good.
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Morning Mail - 7.8.10
David: My dreams are a cruel joke. They taunt me. Even in my dreams I'm an idiot... who knows he's about to wake up to reality. If I could only avoid sleep. But I can't. I try to tell myself what to dream. I try to dream that I am flying. Something free. It never works...
(Source: Vanilla Sky)
I get very grumpy when it takes me almost 2 hours to get to work in the morning.
Boys have nothing to talk about other than LeBron and where he’s playing basketball next year. Men on the other hand, we know that no matter where he plays it won’t pay any of our bills.
I can tell when a dude is trying to cop a feel on a packed train. And why is your backpack in my face, I had to push off on a guy numerous times today until he realized that I was shoving his bag out my face.
DMX is on twitter, I won’t give you his handle, but he screams on twitter talking in all CAPS. This is weird to me…
I just seen this video from out in Oakland of this police officer… despicable.
I hope you guys are checking out Summers In Miami, I think I’m dropping a new episode every Wednesday.
Have you noticed that people go to twitter, ESPN, and blogs before they even go to CNN in the morning?
I got to go, I got work to do today. I’m going to take advantage of the fact that Most is handling the comments over at SBM.
I get so excited because I try and surround myself with talented people who can help me make it to the next level. I’m hoping to make it to the next level by the fall. We’re an Army, better yet a Navy.
Life is good. God is good.
(Source: Vanilla Sky)
I get very grumpy when it takes me almost 2 hours to get to work in the morning.
Boys have nothing to talk about other than LeBron and where he’s playing basketball next year. Men on the other hand, we know that no matter where he plays it won’t pay any of our bills.
I can tell when a dude is trying to cop a feel on a packed train. And why is your backpack in my face, I had to push off on a guy numerous times today until he realized that I was shoving his bag out my face.
DMX is on twitter, I won’t give you his handle, but he screams on twitter talking in all CAPS. This is weird to me…
I just seen this video from out in Oakland of this police officer… despicable.
I hope you guys are checking out Summers In Miami, I think I’m dropping a new episode every Wednesday.
Have you noticed that people go to twitter, ESPN, and blogs before they even go to CNN in the morning?
I got to go, I got work to do today. I’m going to take advantage of the fact that Most is handling the comments over at SBM.
I get so excited because I try and surround myself with talented people who can help me make it to the next level. I’m hoping to make it to the next level by the fall. We’re an Army, better yet a Navy.
Life is good. God is good.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Summers in Miami (Part I)
1:44AM on Saturday
504: What are you up to?
2:35AM
305: At Liv, getting ready to leave. What are you doing?
504: Leaving Mansion. Did you still want to link up?
305: Yeah… where?
I had no clue where we were going to end up all I knew is that I needed to get out of the club and onto the road very quickly. When I get to my car I notice a new MMS message, it’s a picture with the caption, “Hurry up, I’m waiting.” Problem is, I didn’t know where she was waiting for me at. So I text her back and ask where she’s at, no reply. I was scrambling for answers and so I sat in my car for a while to see if she would respond to a second text message.
504: ?
305: [No response]
Twitter! I bet if I look at her last location on Twitter I will find her. So I log onto Ubertwitter and look for her last message, but her last message just says she’s on I-95. I’m thinking to myself if I drive all the way back to Ft. Lauderdale, I’m not coming back out here to see her tonight. Finally against my better judgment I call, the phone went straight to voicemail. I really despise when women do that. Anyway I start heading home, hot and bothered. I toss the phone in the passenger seat and hit the road. After a while, I check my phone and I get another text message from a random number.
619: Hey, this is 305, my phone died but I’m going to meet you at your house. Is it cool if I bring my friend?
504: Um… yeah that’s cool.
This means that they just want free coke and more alcohol. But this doesn’t mean an absolute lost, but I won’t be getting any tonight. As I pull up to my house I notice an empty car in my driveway. I get out the car and I’m wondering if I left my door open again, or if they found the spare key that I keep under the mat. I go into my condo to find the place exactly how I left it, doesn’t look like anyone is here.
504: Where are you?
619: You’re it.
305 and her friend 619 are someone either in my condo or complex hiding at 4 in the morning, so I go looking for them. I’m pretty sure they aren’t inside because my alarm hadn’t been disabled, so I have to check the complex. There’s only a few places they could be; the gym, the pool, the courtyard or the sun deck. I’ve never been able to find out why once you enter my complex you can enter the pool or gym without any key access, but it’s a gated community with pretty good security. I check the gym first, and I find two sets of clothes, shoes, dresses and panties. But after looking through the whole gym I don’t find any other signs of them. So I walk out to the pool. The pool however is calm as if no one has been in it for hours. The hot tub is off and cool. Just then I hear the gate of the pool slam shut, I turn around but I’m too late. One of them was able to get out. I was run out the gate to see that she’s disappeared into the dark. Now that I know they are moving it gets more interesting.
As a child I was always the best at hide and go seek. It was so bad that people would never like me to be “it” because of my strategy for finding people. I wouldn’t look for anyone. I would hide myself. I would think about where base was and how someone would have to get to base. I’d find a spot along that path and hide and wait and pounce. I decided to wait in the courtyard in a dark corner where a light had went out. I settled into the dark and watched the courtyard carefully. Didn’t take long for me to hear sounds of footsteps and then a silhouette sprinted across the courtyard and came my way. I was hiding near the exit closest to my condo. As she approached I pushed my back all the way against the wall. I could see the outline of her naked body, she walked comfortably, but she panned the courtyard to make sure she wasn’t being followed.
Suddenly she stopped, almost as if she had seen something.
Hiding behind the wall I could only see her shadow as she moved closer to me. I made sure to hold my breath. I could hear her panting. She was on the other side of the pillar, but why did she stop? I wondered if she had seen a shadow of me, however I could feel her naked body getting closer to me. Sort of the way two lovers can feel each other in the dark, I could feel that she had no clothes on and that the thrill of getting caught naked turned her on. Then I could hear her tiptoeing around the pillar, closer and closer to me. Then I heard her whisper loudly, she was whispering to see if 619 was still in the courtyard. She must have heard me. I stayed still, her heavy panting was covering up the sound of my shallow breathing. She kept calling out for 619, but she didn’t reply.
It was at that moment that she made a dash for the tunnel that led to my condo.
504: What are you up to?
2:35AM
305: At Liv, getting ready to leave. What are you doing?
504: Leaving Mansion. Did you still want to link up?
305: Yeah… where?
I had no clue where we were going to end up all I knew is that I needed to get out of the club and onto the road very quickly. When I get to my car I notice a new MMS message, it’s a picture with the caption, “Hurry up, I’m waiting.” Problem is, I didn’t know where she was waiting for me at. So I text her back and ask where she’s at, no reply. I was scrambling for answers and so I sat in my car for a while to see if she would respond to a second text message.
504: ?
305: [No response]
Twitter! I bet if I look at her last location on Twitter I will find her. So I log onto Ubertwitter and look for her last message, but her last message just says she’s on I-95. I’m thinking to myself if I drive all the way back to Ft. Lauderdale, I’m not coming back out here to see her tonight. Finally against my better judgment I call, the phone went straight to voicemail. I really despise when women do that. Anyway I start heading home, hot and bothered. I toss the phone in the passenger seat and hit the road. After a while, I check my phone and I get another text message from a random number.
619: Hey, this is 305, my phone died but I’m going to meet you at your house. Is it cool if I bring my friend?
504: Um… yeah that’s cool.
This means that they just want free coke and more alcohol. But this doesn’t mean an absolute lost, but I won’t be getting any tonight. As I pull up to my house I notice an empty car in my driveway. I get out the car and I’m wondering if I left my door open again, or if they found the spare key that I keep under the mat. I go into my condo to find the place exactly how I left it, doesn’t look like anyone is here.
504: Where are you?
619: You’re it.
305 and her friend 619 are someone either in my condo or complex hiding at 4 in the morning, so I go looking for them. I’m pretty sure they aren’t inside because my alarm hadn’t been disabled, so I have to check the complex. There’s only a few places they could be; the gym, the pool, the courtyard or the sun deck. I’ve never been able to find out why once you enter my complex you can enter the pool or gym without any key access, but it’s a gated community with pretty good security. I check the gym first, and I find two sets of clothes, shoes, dresses and panties. But after looking through the whole gym I don’t find any other signs of them. So I walk out to the pool. The pool however is calm as if no one has been in it for hours. The hot tub is off and cool. Just then I hear the gate of the pool slam shut, I turn around but I’m too late. One of them was able to get out. I was run out the gate to see that she’s disappeared into the dark. Now that I know they are moving it gets more interesting.
As a child I was always the best at hide and go seek. It was so bad that people would never like me to be “it” because of my strategy for finding people. I wouldn’t look for anyone. I would hide myself. I would think about where base was and how someone would have to get to base. I’d find a spot along that path and hide and wait and pounce. I decided to wait in the courtyard in a dark corner where a light had went out. I settled into the dark and watched the courtyard carefully. Didn’t take long for me to hear sounds of footsteps and then a silhouette sprinted across the courtyard and came my way. I was hiding near the exit closest to my condo. As she approached I pushed my back all the way against the wall. I could see the outline of her naked body, she walked comfortably, but she panned the courtyard to make sure she wasn’t being followed.
Suddenly she stopped, almost as if she had seen something.
Hiding behind the wall I could only see her shadow as she moved closer to me. I made sure to hold my breath. I could hear her panting. She was on the other side of the pillar, but why did she stop? I wondered if she had seen a shadow of me, however I could feel her naked body getting closer to me. Sort of the way two lovers can feel each other in the dark, I could feel that she had no clothes on and that the thrill of getting caught naked turned her on. Then I could hear her tiptoeing around the pillar, closer and closer to me. Then I heard her whisper loudly, she was whispering to see if 619 was still in the courtyard. She must have heard me. I stayed still, her heavy panting was covering up the sound of my shallow breathing. She kept calling out for 619, but she didn’t reply.
It was at that moment that she made a dash for the tunnel that led to my condo.
Morning Mail - 7.7.10
Dante Hicks: You know what the real tragedy about all this is? I'm not even supposed to be here today!
Randal Graves: Oh, fuck you! Fuck you, pal! Jesus, there you go trying to pass the buck. I'm the source of all your misery. Who closed the store to play hockey? Who closed the store to go to a wake? Who tried to win back his ex girlfriend without even discussing how he felt with his present one? You wanna blame somebody? Blame yourself. "I'm not even supposed to be here today."
[throws stuff at Dante]
Randal Graves: You sound like an asshole! Jesus, nobody twisted your arm to be here. You're here of your own volition. You like to think the weight of the world rests on your shoulder. Like this place would fall apart if Dante wasn't here. Jesus, you overcompensate for having what's basically a monkey's job. You push fucking buttons. Anybody can waltz in here and do our jobs. You-You're so obsessed with making it seem so much more epic, so much more important than it really is. Christ, you work in a convenience store, Dante! And badly, I might add! I work in a shitty video store, badly as well. You know, that guy Jay's got it right, man. He has no delusions about what he does. Us, we like to make ourselves seem so much more important than the people that come in here to buy a paper, or, god forbid, cigarettes. We look down on them as if we're so advanced. Well, if we're so fucking advanced, what are we doing working here?
(Source: The Clerks)
There’s no way that a person can smell that bad at 8:30AM on the way to work. I’m inclined to believe that he hasn’t showered in weeks.
I watched a special on the porn industry last night and I actually was able to see the errors in her story, she probably should have consulted me first.
No one is watching the World Cup anymore, ain’t that a tragedy.
Roger Federer is the #3 ranked tennis player in the world.
Do you agree in the ideology that if you aren’t going to have sex with that girl, I will?
I took a quiz and it says I have a thing for redheads, then I saw a redhead with a fat ass. I know I don’t have a thing for redheads with fat asses.
If you wonder why I am so fiscally conservative, (not a republican), it boils down to seeing how much money the government wastes on a front line basis.
This will ruffle your feathers; I disagree with the federal government going after Arizona as it pertains to their immigration law. That’s just not good policy.
Nothing scares any man more than the following statement, “I want to have your babies.” In my book this is worse than, “We got to talk.”
I’m starting to find out why my father told me the things he told me about women, as a youth growing up. “You got to manage the expect shit factor. That’s how women are, they want shit, yo’ shit.”
Why thoust eff do people send you paper bills when you pay online? Stop scaring me, I have bill anxiety. My mother says, you got a letter from VZW. I’m on the phone trying to get her to hold it to the light… Meanwhile, I just gave those effers $300 in the last mont’.
Californication debuts on September 11. The best show on premium cable.
Life is good. God is good.
Randal Graves: Oh, fuck you! Fuck you, pal! Jesus, there you go trying to pass the buck. I'm the source of all your misery. Who closed the store to play hockey? Who closed the store to go to a wake? Who tried to win back his ex girlfriend without even discussing how he felt with his present one? You wanna blame somebody? Blame yourself. "I'm not even supposed to be here today."
[throws stuff at Dante]
Randal Graves: You sound like an asshole! Jesus, nobody twisted your arm to be here. You're here of your own volition. You like to think the weight of the world rests on your shoulder. Like this place would fall apart if Dante wasn't here. Jesus, you overcompensate for having what's basically a monkey's job. You push fucking buttons. Anybody can waltz in here and do our jobs. You-You're so obsessed with making it seem so much more epic, so much more important than it really is. Christ, you work in a convenience store, Dante! And badly, I might add! I work in a shitty video store, badly as well. You know, that guy Jay's got it right, man. He has no delusions about what he does. Us, we like to make ourselves seem so much more important than the people that come in here to buy a paper, or, god forbid, cigarettes. We look down on them as if we're so advanced. Well, if we're so fucking advanced, what are we doing working here?
(Source: The Clerks)
There’s no way that a person can smell that bad at 8:30AM on the way to work. I’m inclined to believe that he hasn’t showered in weeks.
I watched a special on the porn industry last night and I actually was able to see the errors in her story, she probably should have consulted me first.
No one is watching the World Cup anymore, ain’t that a tragedy.
Roger Federer is the #3 ranked tennis player in the world.
Do you agree in the ideology that if you aren’t going to have sex with that girl, I will?
I took a quiz and it says I have a thing for redheads, then I saw a redhead with a fat ass. I know I don’t have a thing for redheads with fat asses.
If you wonder why I am so fiscally conservative, (not a republican), it boils down to seeing how much money the government wastes on a front line basis.
This will ruffle your feathers; I disagree with the federal government going after Arizona as it pertains to their immigration law. That’s just not good policy.
Nothing scares any man more than the following statement, “I want to have your babies.” In my book this is worse than, “We got to talk.”
I’m starting to find out why my father told me the things he told me about women, as a youth growing up. “You got to manage the expect shit factor. That’s how women are, they want shit, yo’ shit.”
Why thoust eff do people send you paper bills when you pay online? Stop scaring me, I have bill anxiety. My mother says, you got a letter from VZW. I’m on the phone trying to get her to hold it to the light… Meanwhile, I just gave those effers $300 in the last mont’.
Californication debuts on September 11. The best show on premium cable.
Life is good. God is good.
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Morning Mail - 07.06.10
Chuck Sherman: I'm a sophisticated sex robot, sent back in time to change the future for one lucky lady. (Source: American Pie)
Have you ever noticed that they downplay the fact that Serena is an American in tennis? I mean, they will e like, “Andy Roddick is the last American in the men’s field.” But they won’t ever say “And American Serena Williams has won another Grand Slam.”
Rick Ross is getting sued by the real “Freeway” Ricky Ross. I think Ricky Ross is in jail thinking to himself that he could use some extra money to keep the goons off of him.
Tiger Woods is only giving that woman $100 million instead of $750 million, which being me back to my original point, does anybody remember Sheila Johnson?
Deep down on the inside and I know this comes from a place of hate and disgust, I’m so glad that it looks like the NY Knicks have crapped out of this year’s NBA Free Agency. I truly believe that Amare is not the beast we thought he was. He has been on a decline since the eye injury.
Shutter Island was a crazy movie. I think the key part about the movie for me is that conversation when it is said, “”I’m not crazy.” Doesn’t mean anything does it?”
4th of July – We should always pause and remember Frederick Douglass’s address on What to the Slave is the 4th of July? This year was exceptionally good for me. I’m more proud of myself for spending Monday quietly instead of running back out to party again.
It is hot as Hades in DC. Nothing else I got to say on that.
Am I the only one who notices so many nip slips and upskirts on the train in the morning? I think it’s that women are getting ready in a rush so much that they don’t stop to look at themselves in the mirror from various different angles. But they insist on wearing risqué clothing. Today, this girl had on a wrap dress and a yellow bra, as she stood to the side I could see her nipple hanging out of her bra. All types of wrong, I mean maybe her bra is too small…
Dreams are powerful, that's why I take notes. I had some beautiful dreams this weekend.
As with most weekends that a pool is involved I have to prepare myself for an ear infection or something crazy to happen. The one weakness that Dr. J has is that he is so susceptible to illnesses like clogged ears, water in ears, and ear infections. It really sucks that I’m standing in the baby section of the pharmacy trying to figure out the best solution.
This will be a great week, enjoy it.
Life is good. God is good.
Have you ever noticed that they downplay the fact that Serena is an American in tennis? I mean, they will e like, “Andy Roddick is the last American in the men’s field.” But they won’t ever say “And American Serena Williams has won another Grand Slam.”
Rick Ross is getting sued by the real “Freeway” Ricky Ross. I think Ricky Ross is in jail thinking to himself that he could use some extra money to keep the goons off of him.
Tiger Woods is only giving that woman $100 million instead of $750 million, which being me back to my original point, does anybody remember Sheila Johnson?
Deep down on the inside and I know this comes from a place of hate and disgust, I’m so glad that it looks like the NY Knicks have crapped out of this year’s NBA Free Agency. I truly believe that Amare is not the beast we thought he was. He has been on a decline since the eye injury.
Shutter Island was a crazy movie. I think the key part about the movie for me is that conversation when it is said, “”I’m not crazy.” Doesn’t mean anything does it?”
4th of July – We should always pause and remember Frederick Douglass’s address on What to the Slave is the 4th of July? This year was exceptionally good for me. I’m more proud of myself for spending Monday quietly instead of running back out to party again.
It is hot as Hades in DC. Nothing else I got to say on that.
Am I the only one who notices so many nip slips and upskirts on the train in the morning? I think it’s that women are getting ready in a rush so much that they don’t stop to look at themselves in the mirror from various different angles. But they insist on wearing risqué clothing. Today, this girl had on a wrap dress and a yellow bra, as she stood to the side I could see her nipple hanging out of her bra. All types of wrong, I mean maybe her bra is too small…
Dreams are powerful, that's why I take notes. I had some beautiful dreams this weekend.
As with most weekends that a pool is involved I have to prepare myself for an ear infection or something crazy to happen. The one weakness that Dr. J has is that he is so susceptible to illnesses like clogged ears, water in ears, and ear infections. It really sucks that I’m standing in the baby section of the pharmacy trying to figure out the best solution.
This will be a great week, enjoy it.
Life is good. God is good.
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